The Life of a Wise Cult Leader - Chapter 148

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Chapter 148

 

A vast universe unfolds, and I was sucked into somewhere. Being sucked from the brilliant universe into the endless Abyss of the deep chasm…

 

“Ugh.”

 

My stomach feels nauseous like motion sickness. I frantically leaned against some wall and vomited, but this time too, dark bloody chunks poured out.

 

However, such internal injuries are nothing to worry about.

 

‘How much can just one Child protect anyway.’

 

That filthy Demon Race mixed-blood Child that Antonio brought in as a new hunting dog.

 

The opponents are trained hunters, and Antonio’s Wolf cub is still just a cub.

 

It would be fortunate if Antonio’s Life line just stays attached until I get there.

 

It seems I moved to the Warehouse Room of Antonio’s House, so I quickly ran toward where I could sense Life reactions.

 

From what I could feel, Antonio’s Connection had not been severed yet. Please just stay alive.

 

Antonio’s Connection was wavering. The Connection that was stronger and sturdier than anyone else’s.

 

There are 4 Life reactions on the Lower Floor. One of them disappeared.

 

“Antonio!”

 

I opened the door with enough force to smash it.

 

The Room was in chaos, three grown men were collapsed, and only one Child stood tall among this bloodbath and Corpses.

 

Very small horns protruded between disheveled hair as if asserting that they were indeed horns, and jet-black whites of the eyes were noticeable.

 

A genuine Demon Race Child…

 

‘No. This isn’t the time to worry about that.’

 

I hurriedly approached the person presumed to be Antonio. The Life that was cut off earlier must have been that Demon Race Child killing an Assassin.

 

“Antonio…”

 

“Ascetic sir…”

 

“Just hold on for a moment.”

 

As soon as I got him in my sight, I poured out my power. Antonio, who had turned red, gradually regained his original skin color.

 

‘I wish I didn’t have to use this power when there are people around…’

 

Antonio’s spilled intestines returned to their original form as if time was rewinding. As bone, muscle, and skin covered him in order, he let out the breath he had been holding.

 

I carefully checked every corner of Antonio’s body. There might be a finger lying around somewhere.

 

Contrary to my worries, he was perfectly fine. Even when I used area healing, the half-disabled would spring up energetically, so this was a natural result after pouring out such focused healing.

 

Probably even if his head flew off, he could come back to Life if I was next to him.

 

I felt relieved and laid Antonio down properly. He might suffer from phantom pain.

 

“Both of these Assassins, that Child…”

 

“Yes. Fortunately, using the Artifacts I deal with… I defended well.”

 

“Is Brother’s Daughter alright?”

 

“They seemed to target only me… Ahem, ahem. Fenrir. Come here.”

 

The Demon Race mixed-blood Child glanced toward Antonio and me. Then, without taking the Life of the other living Assassin, he stabbed the Dagger once into the abdomen, severed the tendons in the wrists and ankles, and walked over here with quick steps.

 

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

 

The Child pressed his lips tightly shut and shook his head vigorously. I stroked the Child’s head while infusing power.

 

Then the blood was completely purified and disappeared. Probably any minor wounds were gone too.

 

The child opened their eyes wide in surprise and flexed their hands open and closed. Then they tried to touch the golden dust remaining in the air, waving at it.

 

“Ascetic… Are you alright…? You’re bleeding.”

 

“What?”

 

I wiped my face. Blood was flowing from my nose.

 

Was it because I suffered internal injuries earlier and used my power too forcefully? It was power that should have been fine even healing several thousand people…

 

The blood on my hand turned into sparkling dust and disappeared. I lowered the veil that I had half-raised.

 

“I’m fine. It’s just… I think it’s because I came here in a hurry.”

 

I reassured him that I was okay, but Antonio began to worry about me tremendously.

 

Antonio was the one who had been injured the most here, yet he was the one worrying about me.

 

“Everything has been healed, but just in case, it would be better to go to Bishop Cardil and get examined once.”

 

“There’s no need to go to such trouble, everything must have been healed. When you’ve bestowed the Ascetic’s power, how could there be anything wrong?”

 

“…I need to check the assassin. Was there anything unusual they said during the attack, or any clues?”

 

Antonio got up.

 

“They said something about being the spider’s nth leg. I was too frantic to listen properly… Oh, and they knew me very well. But they weren’t wary of Fenrir at all.”

 

“So those assassins were indeed sent by the widow.”

 

I tried to get up too, but my strength drained from my body and I staggered.

 

‘The aftereffects of veil movement are really…’

 

Antonio hurriedly supported me and sat me down on the broken sofa. I had a terrible headache and pressed my temples firmly.

 

“Please stay here quietly, Ascetic! I’ll try interrogating that bastard myself, even if I’m clumsy at it…”

 

“The assassin might die if you do that. They’re already in a dying state, so I must heal them, wake them up, and extract information.”

 

We somehow managed to capture this guy… We need to find out everything we can.

 

The child, whose hair had been cleanly restored and untangled by my purification power but was now clumsily tied into a ponytail, rolled their eyes and grabbed Antonio’s sleeve.

 

That appearance was closer to an innocent child rather than someone who had killed two well-trained assassins under the widow.

 

The child’s small mouth moved.

 

“Al, already… dead.”

 

The words that came out in clumsy speech meant the assassin was already dead. Antonio jumped up abruptly, making the sofa shake.

 

“Poison! They committed suicide with poison! Damn it…”

 

Antonio was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. I was worried he might collapse, so I stopped him with a weak voice.

 

“There’s no way to bring back the dead. I heard that if it’s magic handled by the Demon Race, they can revive corpses and extract information… but that child can’t do that…”

 

“Ugh… I’m sorry, Ascetic. If I had known this would happen…”

 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Antonio. Antonio’s life is more important to me than catching clues from those assassins whose source is already clear.”

 

When I stated this obvious fact, Antonio was moved and his nose turned red.

 

‘Geez, this middle-aged man who gets moved so often… Right, they say men become more sensitive when they reach middle age. It’s natural.’

 

I moistened my parched lips with saliva and spoke.

 

“The child must be very tired, so let’s let them rest… We also need to clean up this mess. Brother Antonio, you don’t feel uncomfortable anywhere, do you?”

 

“*sniff* Yes, yes… Of course.”

 

Suddenly, since things had ended so quickly, I became concerned about Tuba whom I had left in the carriage.

 

‘They’ll probably just come quietly in the carriage. The destination is the sub-base that Antonio prepared anyway, so everything we need should be there.’

 

Using the veil one more time to move would cause severe aftereffects.

 

Not only did 1,000 faith points disappear according to the system display, but my whole body ached as if I had caught a body-aching cold.

 

Going to Tuba will probably take some time. It doesn’t seem like a transportation method that can be used freely.

 

‘Ife, are you okay?’

 

-{I’m fine except for feeling a little motion sick… Ugh!}

 

So even snakes get motion sickness. I carefully settled Ife, who was spinning around in my arms, back into place.

 

I felt bad because it seemed like I had committed animal abuse.

 

If I had known this would happen, I should have told her to stay in that gem Erendor gave me. I was in such a hurry…

 

‘Still, it’s fortunate that Antonio was alive.’

 

*

 

I rested comfortably at Antonio’s other home. It was a luxury that was possible because Antonio was a merchant on the level of a major shareholder of Korea’s Kakao.

 

Antonio, having apparently finished examining all the corpses in the meantime, gave me information.

 

“They appear to be Spider Legs numbers 4 and 5. I’m guessing that since a spider has 8 legs, there are probably… 8 assassins.”

 

Hmm, then the ones who attacked Kalebrin must be other Spider Legs excluding numbers 4 and 5, right? Since Kalebrin killed one, there are probably 5 Spider Legs remaining in total.

 

‘Back then when Kalebrin had half-killed one, the other one retrieved the corpse and fled…’

 

Hmm, is there no relationship between the Spider Legs’ numbers and their combat power? No matter how much Kalebrin was caught off guard in a surprise attack, she shouldn’t be weaker than this single demon hybrid brat.

 

A pathetic demon hybrid weakling brat helped by artifacts Antonio was dealing with vs. Kalebrin, for whom killing people with sorcery was the easiest thing.

 

Isn’t the latter definitely higher in combat power?

 

‘There’s nothing I can know yet. There’s nothing I can do either… We just have to prepare thoroughly.’

 

Just in case, I told Antonio it would be better to bring more skilled people besides Fenrir.

 

If two people weren’t enough, next time they might come with three, four, or even more preparation.

 

“Then I’ll be going now. Please take good care of Brother Antonio, Brother Fenrir.”

 

Fenrir rolled his eyes and nodded. With skills that could kill two assassins, he must be quite the warrior…

 

Antonio seemed to have found quite the appropriate talent. Though I don’t know how far it will work.

 

*

 

“Brother Tuba, I’m sorry for suddenly disappearing.”

 

“You too… had the ability to teleport… How surprising. I thought you were just a scholar who went around healing people…”

 

Tuba’s voice, after a full day of rest, had returned to normal.

 

“Haha, to help those suffering, shouldn’t I be able to move quickly anywhere?”

 

“So. What am I supposed to do now…?”

 

“You can just rest comfortably. Until we go to the Demon Realm.”

 

“Hmm. The other guys gave me various tasks… You’re not giving me any orders?”

 

“Brother Tuba is a member of Harmony. Harmony has joined hands with me, but that’s only to kill Lumensia. Until then, you’re someone I can’t order around. Until we go to the Demon Realm, you can do as you please. Whether you want to monitor me or prepare on your own.”

 

The Commander seemed to value Tuba quite a bit. So I need to make a good impression on Tuba to gain some trust from Harmony as well.

 

Tuba let out a slight sigh and then instantly disappeared somewhere. Unlike how I disappeared by melting into darkness, he just vanished with a pop.

 

Seeing how he disappeared as soon as I finished speaking, he must really hate following me around. Hmph, I don’t like you either. I hate people who always show that they dislike me.

 

I arrived at my office by carriage. But instead of the new secretary who should have been assigned to replace Eon, Eon himself popped out.

 

“Eon? Weren’t you supposed to be at Kalebrin’s laboratory?”

 

“Haha, well… I tried to help out, but Sister Calebrin got angry… Yes. I was rejected…”

 

Eon scratched his head awkwardly as he handed me the documents. So Calebrin was a child who knew how to get angry too.

 

“Message from the Central Church!”

 

I spoke while opening the message.

 

“Then who’s going to Sister Calebrin?”

 

“They said they’ll ask Antonio… to find an errand boy…!”

 

Hmm, yes. Seeing how Calebrin is also working Antonio hard, she must have learned well from me.

 

I didn’t pay more attention to that and carefully read the message.

 

[May Lumensia’s eternal radiance dwell in your noble soul.]

 

Recently, disturbing news has reached the Central Church Main Headquarters about unusual demonic energy blowing from beyond the ‘Wall of Wailing’ at the westernmost Front Lines.

 

Soldiers poisoned by demonic energy are collapsing while coughing up blood, and the Empire’s innocent Citizens are trembling in fear as monster cries continue every night.

 

The faithful Imperial Citizens are crying out your name, saying that only a Saint with the purest and strongest faith can dispel that darkness.

 

Therefore, the Central Holy See and the Empire’s Banquet Master held an emergency meeting and reached a unanimous decision.

 

You, ‘Ascetic’, will be deployed to the westernmost Front Lines effective immediately.

 

You are hereby appointed as the Empire’s sword to purify the Demons who covet our land and bring suffering to Imperial Citizens at the westernmost Front Lines.

 

[The Ascetic shall obey this command and show the Empire’s majesty to the Demons.]

 

I couldn’t help but feel absurd.

 

‘Was this the kind of preparation Teacher meant when she said she’d send me to the Demon Realm? I’m sure I said I’d go under the pretext of a ceasefire Envoy, that I’d go peacefully. But they’re packaging me as a War Hero and throwing me to the Front Lines?’

 

And they want me to beat up all the Demons? The Empire’s Demons are the Demon Race. Are they telling me to have an all-out war with the Demon Race?

 

Let me finish reading first. I’ll argue after reading everything.

 

[Only your holy sacrifice and miracles can save them. Upon reading this message, head immediately to the Front Lines to purify the corrupted land and spread Lumensia’s majesty throughout the world.]

 

P.S.: We have already announced through the Imperial gazette the joyful news that ‘the Saint is personally departing to purify the Demon Realm’ throughout the territory. Right now, countless Citizens are cheering with flowers in the Capital’s plaza to bless your departure, so please do not betray their pure expectations.

 

Since the Banquet Master has already reached a conclusion, we will not accept the Saint’s objections for the sake of quickly rescuing Imperial Citizens.

 

[May Divine Protection be with you.]

 

‘Damn it.’

 

Things got messed up.

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