I Became a Mythical Hunter After Killing the Golden Goblin - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106. Darkness Descending Upon the Holy Kingdom
He was the incarnation of a Divine Seat. I’d sensed something extraordinary about him from our first meeting, but this revelation was staggering. I’d known the Holy Kingdom harbored enemies and naturally kept a Divine Seat close, but to hear that epithet here—it caught me off guard.
Years into the future, Earth experienced a boom centered on the Divine Seats. In just one month, four elite Hunters had become Apostles of the Divine Seats.
Naturally, this sparked widespread fascination with the Divine Seats, and experts seized the opportunity to study them, working tirelessly to uncover their true names.
Among them, the epithet of a great hero possessing infinite power was one I’d heard before.
“Heracles…!”
As I gasped and nearly uttered his true name, a massive hand clamped over my mouth. He smiled with unexpected gentleness and explained.
“One does not speak the true names of Divine Seats carelessly. They are beings capable of observing the entire Abyss. Should they take offense, they might exact retribution. Of course, he is not such a being. This is a matter of respect and consideration. The power inherent in a true name is far too potent. We address them by epithets derived from their achievements and abilities instead.”
I nodded urgently, and only then did the colossal hand covering my face withdraw, allowing me to breathe again.
“Are you human? How can your hand be as large as my entire face?”
He laughed heartily at my question.
“Your face is simply small. And I am no mere human. To be precise, I am half-human, half-giant. I was born of a human mother and a giant Player father.”
So he wasn’t an ordinary human after all—he carried the blood of the giant race.
‘Regardless, I’ve obtained two powers of the Colossal Deities. More than I expected. My connection to giants runs deep.’
Of course, I understood that the Colossal Deities and giants were different entities. Comparing gods to humans was only natural.
One might call them a degraded version. Setting aside my tangled thoughts, I sat across from him and broached the subject.
“I have entered the Abyss exactly twice. Once about a month ago, and once a week ago.”
Cardinal Bartroy listened intently to my words. With his full attention, I began explaining in as much detail as possible.
“And in both of those adventures, I was attacked by Demons. What happened was…”
The moment the word “Demon” left my lips, the atmosphere in the room transformed. The relaxed, leisurely, yet powerful and gentle presence became sharp, formidable, violent, and immense.
Even breathing and speaking felt suffocating under the weight of his fury. I could sense how deeply angered he was—not merely that Demons had attacked me, but that Demons dared appear in this land at all.
“And that’s all?”
I shook my head, studying him carefully. Could I trust this man?
The Bandit Chief had clearly been about to say “Cardinal” at the end. There were only four Cardinals in the Holy Kingdom, and one of them had made a pact with the Demons.
‘It’s impossible for a Demon to become a Cardinal.’
Unless one contracted with a Fallen Angel as a subordinate, it was impossible to possess both holy power and demonic energy in a single body. More precisely, even Fallen Angels stored holy power and demonic energy separately in their wings, drawing only what they needed—simultaneous possession of both energies within the body was impossible.
‘Unless they possessed Mythic-rank Chaos or Primordial-rank Pride.’
I wasn’t sure about Pride, but someone wielding Chaos’s power certainly existed somewhere. It was an ability obtainable with just two wings.
All things considered, the odds were twenty-five percent. The probability that the man before me was a traitor in league with the Demons.
‘Should I trust him?’
The doubt was fleeting. I needed an ally regardless, and he, with his name already written in the recommendation letter, was the most suitable choice.
‘And with that power, there’s no reason for him to become a Demon.’
An incarnation of a Divine Seat could never become a Demon. So I only needed to verify one thing.
“Is it possible to speak with the Divine Seat you serve?”
His face twitched slightly at my words, and he quickly grasped my meaning. His body was massive, but his perception was incomparably sharper than Gun-dan’s.
“Surely not…?”
“Just let me confirm. Then I’ll help you expose the traitor.”
Bartroy’s expression hardened as he deliberated, then he nodded. Suddenly, he removed his upper garment and struck a pose—!
“Divine one, your incarnation requires your aid!”
He offered a prayer to the Divine Seat. What a madman. Or was the god who heard such a prayer the mad one?
In the blink of an eye, an immense presence revealed itself in this place. Merely a gaze. I had felt it before, but the pressure that gaze exerted was overwhelming.
“Thank you, Divine One. Your servant has sought your aid to resolve a matter of grave importance.”
As he spoke thus and turned his gaze toward me, that presence shifted as well, focusing upon me.
〚Divine Seat: The great hero of infinite power regards you.〛
Heracles. The greatest hero of Greek mythology, born a demigod, a Divine Seat who has achieved such magnitude and legend that even the highest gods dare not trifle with him. I recalled hearing that while not a chief deity, he was an irregular stronger than the chief deities themselves.
I swallowed hard.
My mind does not crumble. By now, I am growing accustomed to sensing the presence of Divine Seats.
Heracles’ presence was nothing less than an enhanced version of Cardinal Batroy’s.
Mighty and violent, ferocious yet gentle and magnificent in bearing.
〚Divine Seat: The great hero of infinite power says he heard of you from a companion.〛
“A companion… you say?”
〚Divine Seat: The great hero of infinite power says it was one with whom he sailed together. The pinnacle of medicine that governs life and death—that is his companion.〛
A voyage? Wasn’t that the epic of great heroes?
The Argonauts’ expedition. If that myth were truly real, traces of it would surely remain somewhere in this Abyss.
So Asclepius was his companion. He had heard my story from him.
“Please convey my gratitude that I am using the divine blessing well.”
〚Divine Seat: The great hero of infinite power says that after seeing something in you, he has not left his laboratory.〛
I see. I had thought he would show his face again at some point, but since he hasn’t appeared, I wondered if something had happened.
I bowed my head toward the heavens and received Heracles’ blessing as his Divine Seat’s gaze receded into the distance.
“Has your doubt been resolved?”
“There was no doubt from the beginning. I merely needed confirmation.”
“So… one of the cardinals is connected to Ma-in?”
“It’s not merely connected—it seems they made the greatest contribution to corrupting them into Ma-in. Perhaps they’ve joined hands with Demons and Ma-in.”
Afterward, I provided further explanations. From the truth about blood sorcery being used, to the suspicion that something is being plotted within this Holy Kingdom.
Cardinal Batroy listened to everything, then rose from his seat and moved toward the window. I naturally followed in his wake.
He gazed out at the Grand Temple visible beyond the window and extended his hand.
“That room on the left belongs to Cardinal Mang. He is the cardinal who oversees all ceremonies and rituals.”
“That room on the right belongs to Cardinal Saipan. He is responsible for all internal affairs—from simple financial matters to the management of believers.”
Then his hand pointed across the way.
“That room directly ahead belongs to Cardinal Aoira. He is responsible for all external affairs. The Holy Festival this time was held due to his strong advocacy.”
Finally, Cardinal Batroy pointed to himself.
“I oversee all matters of force. I hold absolute command authority over every Knight Order in the Holy Kingdom. Simultaneously, as the head of the Inquisition, I bear the duty of exterminating Ma-in and heretics. You will never regret extending your hand to me.”
Certainly, having a cardinal who oversees military might on my side would make things considerably easier.
Returning to the matter at hand, I sat down again and drank the beverage he offered, pondering for some time before deciding to reveal my final card.
His identity was already certain. After all, he is an incarnation of a Divine Seat.
“I have received a Quest.”
I changed my status window to public and showed it to him. He read the contents and furrowed his brow.
“The underground of the Holy Kingdom… that would be the underground of this Grand Temple. It is a prison—a thousand-year-old dungeon where heretics are imprisoned and where calamities that once brought ruin are confined. But what is happening there?”
“I do not know the details myself. I came here simply following the System’s guidance. After all, the first Quest is merely investigation, not resolution.”
The underground was a prison? A prison where calamities are confined?
If something breaks loose down there, the Holy Kingdom and all the surrounding kingdoms will be swept away. Just a few intact Imoogi like that would mean the end of the world.
No matter how strong Cardinal Batroy is, he cannot compare to a calamity-class monster. To take down even one such creature, it would require at least four or five of him.
It truly is a quest boasting the absurd difficulty of Mythic-EX+ rank. I could almost understand why such a difficulty rating had been assigned.
I clicked my tongue and furrowed my brow. I had to stop this. If it broke loose, this was beyond any level of damage control.
One activation of Longinus. One descent. If three or more appeared, it would be over.
This was a moment demanding careful selection and focus. I revealed the Eye of The Sun and opened my mouth as I looked toward Cardinal Batroy.
“I will go to the prison. Your Eminence, please remain here and find the traitor among them. It must be one of those three. You, who have observed them all along, would have a higher probability than me, whom they have never seen before. And if Your Eminence enters the prison, the traitor might sense something is amiss.”
At those words, Cardinal Batroy nodded.
“I have no confidence in reconnaissance anyway. I prefer smashing and beating things. I’ll find the traitor by intuition. Go check what’s happening in the prison.”
The decision was made. I received an identification card and gained the honor of becoming a fourth-rank believer from the start, then prepared to slip into the Underground Prison.
“Three days. If you don’t return within three days, I’ll assume things have gone wrong. I’m going in. That place is too dangerous—one moment of carelessness and it’s over.”
I nodded as well. Exploring that vast space in three days seemed difficult, but there was no choice.
Time was running short.
“The traitor will likely make their move during this Holy Spirit Festival. Whenever they want something, the moment when the most people gather and chaos reigns is their opportunity.”
“I will return.”
With those words, I turned my steps toward the underground. That was the last glimpse I had of Cardinal Batroy.

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