I’m a Holy Knight, but I Contracted with an Evil God - Chapter 46

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Episode 46.
After finishing his report to Ayla, Leon turned and made his way toward the Central Barracks, the innermost section of the Temporary Relief Shelter.
The Central Barracks was the largest of the temporary facilities the Church had established in Kars Village.
“I’ve come to see Liliana the High Priestess.”
Upon arriving at the Central Barracks, Leon caught hold of one of the healing priests who was passing by and spoke.
The healing priest glanced back and forth between Leon’s face and the Fibula fastening his cloak, then let out an exclamation as if understanding something.
“You’re Leon, aren’t you? The High Priestess has been hoping to see you.”
“The High Priestess has?”
“Yes, she’s been unwell ever since returning here…….”
The healing priest trailed off and peered deeper into the barracks.
He adjusted his grip on the Herb Container he’d been carrying, which was brimming with medicinal plants.
“Please follow me. I’ll show you the way.”
With that, the healing priest turned toward the entrance of the barracks.
Leon, unable to shake an odd sense of reluctance, followed him inside.
【Strange. You’re acting like livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse.】
‘Liliana is just someone a bit awkward to face.’
【Awkward? Is she one of those fanatic types like your adoptive father?】
‘You’re asking if I’m worried about you being exposed, aren’t you? No. She’s not that sort.’
【Then why?】
Liliana, like Leon and Corbin the senior elite knight, had risen from commoner origins to her position as commander of the Sacred Chivalry Corps through merit alone.
She was also simultaneously the commander of the corps to which Efrizio belonged.
In other words, Liliana the High Priestess was the person responsible for overseeing all treatment and support at this relief shelter—the highest authority and the actual field commander.
‘I suppose you could say she’s simply difficult to approach.’
Despite her epithet as the “Iron Nightingale” and her beautiful voice that matched it, her general reputation was that of someone unyielding and resolute before principle, inflexible as steel. With respect to patient welfare especially, she spared no cutting remarks regardless of the standing of her interlocutor, and even seasoned battlefield knights found themselves demoralized in her presence.
Even the most hardened knights found themselves losing their nerve before her.
【You? Your disposition must be rather fierce.】
‘If she were that sort, it would actually be easier.’
【Then?】
‘Think of her as the exact opposite type from Commander Ayla.’
Against an opponent who raged or bullied, one could mollify them and find an avenue of escape, but before Liliana such shallow pragmatism held no sway.
Liliana was someone who spoke with a smile and courteous precision—always right.
She delivered nothing but flawless, unassailable reason in that gentle voice, and in facing her, one’s words caught in one’s throat, all excuse stripped away.
【So you’re a difficult one to deceive.】
‘Something like that.’
To Ecrizé’s piercing observation, Leon smiled wryly and surveyed his surroundings.
As he and the healing priest ventured deeper into the barracks, the alien atmosphere and noise that had been drifting from the entrance grew ever more palpable, sharpening his senses.
【Quite chaotic in here.】
True to Ecrizé’s muttering, the interior of the barracks was considerably tumultuous with the anguished groans of patients and the urgent calls of healing priests.
Priests hurried ceaselessly back and forth, carrying bloodstained bandages and medicine bottles.
The sharp reek of medicinal herbs and blood hung thick in the air, mingling together to assail all five senses and blur his vision.
‘This is actually better than it could be. These patients here have at least received initial treatment.’
【Certainly, every patient here shows signs of Contamination.】
‘They said only those with severe cases were brought here after initial treatment in Orden.’
As their exchange suggested, wherever Leon’s gaze fell, he saw patients in wretched condition.
Countless patients alike bore limbs grotesquely twisted by Contamination and festering wounds blackened with decay, laid bare through the gaps in bloodstained bandages.
And given the sheer number of patients housed in this space, the barracks maintained a reasonably systematic structure.
Along a broad central corridor, more than fifty crude cots were arranged at regular intervals on either side.
Rather than proper furniture, they were crude wooden frames topped thickly with heavy cloth and dried straw, but they served adequately to hold the patients.
‘More than I expected, but…….’
The deepest part of the barracks had been partitioned off with curtains to create a separate space for the most critically ill patients.
Liliana, commander of the Sacred Chivalry Corps, was within that curtained enclosure.
“High Priestess Liliana. I’ve brought Leon for you.”
“Ah, Leon. Please, come in.”
“I greet you, High Priestess.”
The healing priest showed Leon to Liliana, set down the Herb Container he’d brought with him, offered a brief bow, and made his way back out of the barracks.
Liliana set down the mass of bandages soaked in blood and pus she’d been holding, along with her shears, and wiped her soiled hands clean.
Then, studying Leon’s complexion carefully, she asked.
“I heard you couldn’t leave your bed the entire return journey. How are you faring now?”
“My fever has broken, and I’m recovering well. Thank you for your concern.”
Leon replied evenly, but Liliana regarded him with an unwavering gaze.
And he acted as both commander of the Sacred Chivalry Corps and as a healer priest.
“To be safe, I’ll examine your condition.”
Liliana said this and extended both her hands toward Leon.
It was difficult to refuse.
‘…Liliana may not be a Sensing Type, but….’
Liliana’s method of diagnosis differed from that of Raftio or Sion Arcadius, the senior elite knight.
Yet despite this, Leon couldn’t shake an awkwardness at the mere fact that another person’s aura was touching him.
“You needn’t be tense.”
Liliana seemed to think Leon’s tension stemmed from unfamiliarity with the method.
Leon grasped her hands in return, exercising a concentration so fierce it carved bone, drawing in his newly settled aura as much as possible so that not a single discordant note might escape—all to prevent any foreign energy from leaking out at such close proximity.
He was wary of that risk alone.
“Stay just as you are.”
Liliana released these words and, still holding Leon’s hands, began humming a simple melody.
The melody was short and clean, like a lullaby.
Then—
“─.”
The melody flowing from Liliana’s lips became a gentle breeze, brushing the tips of Leon’s hands, then sweeping softly across his entire body as if enfolding him.
In that fleeting instant, the breeze caressing Leon’s whole form left a faint rustling sound and scattered into empty air like an illusion.
“…Curious.”
As Leon regarded her with bewilderment, Liliana released their clasped hands and continued.
“According to what Efrizio told me, you’ve been suffering from high fever for nearly a week. Yet your aura is remarkably pure for someone in such a state.”
“Pure?”
“Yes. It resembles the aura of a devout believer who has completed the Hundred-Day Ascetic Practice.”
What Leon had absorbed was Chaos.
Yet what was described through Liliana’s words was aura of the purest kind.
“In any case, the aura of a Stigmata Manifestor truly is different. An aura this clear and concentrated—I’ve never witnessed anything like it. I can well understand why the Golden Glory bestowed its petals upon you for the first time in a hundred years.”
Liliana’s words were ones she could never have spoken had she confirmed Leon’s Holy Power immediately after his initiation into the Church.
From Elderit through Acalon to Cradle—
Separate from Leon’s ability to draw upon Ecrizé’s power through absorbing Fragments, his own Holy Power had been steadily accumulating.
Especially thanks to the Fragment he obtained in Cradle this time, Leon could now manifest a considerable amount of Holy Power without relying on Ecrizé.
This was possible because Holy Power and Chaos were fundamentally the same force.
‘Even Liliana cannot distinguish between them.’
Meeting Liliana’s gaze, bright with genuine admiration, Leon savored an exquisite thrill beneath the surface.
At the same time, he felt profound relief at having safely passed through Liliana—that demanding gatekeeper—and even earned her perfect praise in the bargain.
He had thought himself quite accustomed to controlling his new power, but the Fragment he’d obtained this time was so immense that he’d been inwardly guarding against unforeseen variables.
【Haven’t I said it many times already?】
‘That doesn’t mean I can just take it at face value.’
【Stubborn fool. Is my trust still worth so little to you?】
‘Trust or not, every matter requires cross-verification.’
Yet that lingering doubt had now transformed into perfect certainty.
Having completely deceived Liliana, the Church’s finest healing priest and notorious for her exacting standards, Leon could finally let his guard down entirely.
While Leon maintained a composed demeanor and bantered casually with Ecrizé, Liliana gathered several simple medicinal preparations from a compounding table in the corner and handed them to him.
The neatly folded bundle of herbs and the small glass vial gave off a scent both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.
“These are medicines to restore your vigor. They’ll help if you take them after meals.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Leon offered a brief bow and was about to leave Liliana’s quarters when an attendant serving as messenger for the Temporary Relief Shelter approached and spoke in a lowered voice.
“Raftio wishes to see you privately at his personal quarters.”
At the messenger’s discreet summons, Leon recalled the figure of Raftio he’d glimpsed in the welcoming crowd.
His former adoptive father, displaying his characteristic mannerism and seeming to have something to say.
‘So he has a separate matter after all.’
【Escaped the fox, only to be called out by the tiger? You’re far more uneasy about that High Priest than you claim.】
Ecrizé’s words were certainly true, but Leon was no longer worried.
He had just confirmed his control over his new power by deceiving Liliana.
Only curiosity about why Raftio was summoning him separately remained.
To be continued ▶
A Holy Knight Who Made a Contract with the Demon God
Author
Ram Dat
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Publisher
Graecae Publishing
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Publication Date
March 27, 2026
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