I’m Hunting My Enemy - Chapter 94

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94. Prisoner (5)

“Ryuie was captured by Glem and became a prisoner of the Republic?”

Mos sat like a statue frozen in frost.

Ryuie’s Knights, who had returned without Ryuie, instead made the nobles from Glem’s side kneel on the floor one by one.

The Temple priests, who had long since sided with the Knights, looked down at them like great traitors.

“The Republic!”

“Those who don’t even believe in gods!”

“Aren’t they the savage and barbaric ones who push fire and grass into wounds!”

“How could we lose both the Duke’s daughter and His Highness the Crown Prince to that place!”

A nobleman who had returned as a hostage became emotional and retorted.

“His Highness remained there of his own will! The Duke’s daughter is the same!”

“Ha! What nonsense.”

“How much does the Duke’s daughter hate Glem, yet she stayed by his side!”

Mos couldn’t properly hear any of the arguments.

‘Why?’

Mos remained frozen, feeling his feet firmly planted on the ground.

‘I can walk now. I’ve become beautiful enough now too.’

Even while sitting and doing nothing, there were occasional glances directed at Mos.

‘Isn’t it time for her to love me now?’

Incomprehensible emotions fell in chunks into his chest. Was he really someone who deserved to be so ignored by Ryuie?

The beautiful person whom everyone admired endlessly, found mysterious, and could barely look at directly – that’s me.

Ohen casually mediated their conversation.

“The people of the Republic have long been trying to eliminate gods from this continent.”

“What!”

“If they’ve decided to use those two to show they don’t fear gods, we must also show our response.”

Ohen’s pure white eyes, which reflected nothing, strangely glinted.

“We must begin a holy war.”

“!”

At the mention of war, everyone suddenly became quiet like dogs doused with cold water.

“That is not something to be spoken of carelessly.”

“Neither His Majesty the Emperor nor the Saintess would permit it.”

“That Saintess hasn’t returned from the Republic yet either.”

Ohen spoke as if inciting them.

“With so many troops and nobles here, wouldn’t they be even more angered if we do nothing?”

“….”

Ohen subtly scratched at the insides of both the captors and the captured.

It wasn’t a very loud voice.

Because Ohen’s gaze had somehow become uncomfortable, all the other knights and nobles left their seats. Even though Ohen wasn’t actually looking at them.

Mos, who had been constantly troubled by inner displeasure, also stood up to follow.

“Ohen Priest.”

“Mos, what is it.”

“Your way of speaking has changed from before.”

At Mos’s words, Ohen tilted his head.

Suddenly Mos realized that leaving this place would lead directly to the corridor where he had met Benito.

Then he understood.

Because Mos’s body had also been changed by the god who sank into the swamp, he could understand like Glem.

Gods are not a realm of understanding.

They are a realm of intuition.

“Priest, you can see where I am, can’t you?”

“Yes. I can see you standing next to Ryuie.”

Even without being asked, Ohen said the words Mos most wanted to hear.

Mos stood up with a clatter and ran to Ohen. And believing that his joy at being able to run was the price of sacrifice, he knelt down.

“…Please help me in the name of god.”

Mos put his hand into his chest.

In any case, Mos hadn’t gained nothing from Ryuie. He was the monster that Ryuie cherished.

“I have something that Ryuie left me, Agatos.”

Because he called the correct name, Ohen’s cheeks split in two and rose up.

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Glem was looking at Ryuie’s sleeping face.

The newlywed couple roleplay had been truly enjoyable.

By deliberately acting even more like a lovesick fool, he had been able to pour out all the affectionate expressions he had wanted to make.

Most of all, he was happy because Ryuie seemed to joyfully accept all of it.

Just as he thought he could look at Ryuie’s face forever, Glem stopped his happiness and got out of bed.

The cold air quickly touched his body coolly, as if scolding his heartless form.

“You look tired.”

The envoy, who likewise hadn’t fallen asleep yet, greeted Glem.

He had been busy conveying the costs of this escape and news from the border area to the council.

Just as the Empire was waiting for the Imperial Court’s decision, they too had to wait for the council’s decision, he said.

Glem watched the envoy work for a moment, then sat before him as the Crown Prince rather than as a mercenary for the first time in a long while.

“Could you lend me a pen?”

Borrowing paper and pen, Glem wrote down a brief note.

“Please take this.”

“Money I saved up while living as a mercenary in this body. Please use it for travel expenses.”

“I don’t want to let others bear my wife’s expenses.”

“What? No! I gave my word, so somehow….”

“I don’t want to let others bear the burden of my wife’s expenses.”

Even if he returned to Yosua’s body, he would have paid for this trip with Glem’s money.

The envoy, inadvertently impressed, muttered.

“You truly seem to love her.”

Because it would be more satisfying to give to Le Rue only what he earned entirely through his own efforts and labor.

The envoy muttered in unconscious admiration.

This trip would end when they reached the capital of the Republic.

The Saintess and Marquis Kelsus would go straight ahead to the capital of the Republic to discuss countermeasures for this matter.

When news reached them, how would his father and mother react?

Glem set down his quill pen.

“Yes.”

“…”

Glem kept postponing that moment.

I wonder how Father and Mother will react when they hear the news.

Since it was late at night, the envoy tried to start the conversation as politely as possible.

“It’s something Ryuie has always wanted.”

“I don’t want to hold her with this filthy body.”

The closer they got to the capital, the more Glem heard hallucinations every time he slept. It wasn’t Ryuie’s voice.

It was Agatos’s whispers.

“Agatos is definitely in the Empire now. The closer we get to the capital, the more persistent the voice becomes.”

He wasn’t afraid to die putting an end to the deception. However.

Even he, who was accustomed to gods, sometimes felt so creeped out that he couldn’t sleep.

He felt contaminated.

“It’s ridiculous to ask someone from the Republic, but what exactly are gods? Where do they come from and where do they disappear to?”

“Not in prayer?”

The closer they got to the capital, the more Glem heard voices every time he fell asleep. It wasn’t R’lyeh’s voice.

The sound of insects scurrying and a voice like someone jabbing fingers into a skull kept following him.

It was Agathos’s whisper.

“…Was there a specific reason?”

The envoy smiled faintly for the first time.

“Yeongae knows how to handle guns. She even created and trained a unit.”

“I had time.”

On nights when Glem slept with Ryuie, Agasa and Marquis Kelsus met with the envoy.

“It may seem absurd to ask someone from the Republic, but what exactly is a god? Where do they come from and where do they disappear to?”

“They are in the unknown and fear, with magic.”

“It’s not a prayer?”

“Prayer is a byproduct of the gods. It’s different from where they are born.”

The envoy suddenly brought up a different topic.

“…!”

Glem suddenly felt as if the ceiling was tilting with the floor.

‘Ryuie isn’t that kind of person.’

She was always honest with her feelings and someone who had to have what she wanted right away. She wasn’t someone who would make excuses.

The power of love and hatred was so mysterious.

“Because I had time.”

On the night when Glem slept with Lerüe, Agatha and Marquis Kelsus met with the envoy.

It is said that the envoy then resolved to take responsibility for this matter.

Perhaps that person had trapped himself in a crime of his own making.

“A duke’s daughter who uses guns believes in technology. And those who believe in technology inevitably abandon God.”

The republican envoy spoke forcefully.

“If you set aside her feelings for you, she surely wouldn’t believe in God either. She’s just using God as an excuse because she can’t bring herself to say she loves you.”

Glenn suddenly felt as if the ceiling was tilting toward the floor.

‘Lerue isn’t that kind of person.’

She’s always honest with her feelings and takes what she wants right away. She’s not the type to make excuses.

But.

The power of love and hate is so mysterious.

It made him unable to bear not having confirmation of what was obviously visible to others as well.

“…If that’s really true.”

The envoy felt a momentary pang of sympathy, touched by Glem’s heartfelt words that had finally spilled out after being held back for so long.

Perhaps that person has trapped themselves in the guilt they created.

Because having an obligatory attitude of taking responsibility for one’s wrongdoings doesn’t always help.

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