The Regressed Sword Demon Is a Catastrophe-Class Inquisitor - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27. I Will Go.

Crackle—crackle—

My flames spread to the research materials and documents scattered nearby.
The once-dark Laboratory grew brighter, and the damp air gave way to warmth.
But it was not a warmth that brought comfort.

“Kehehehe….”

An unpleasant laugh echoed through the flames.

“Indeed, killing a Mordin Apostle was no exaggeration.”

The Grasshopper burst through the inferno.
Ashen cells clung to his body in countless places, pulsing like veins.
It was as repulsive as witnessing an insect infested with parasites.

‘So he won’t die from this alone.’

The Grasshopper had injected demonic energy into his own body, becoming a demon himself.
In terms of pure strength, he surpassed Baron Scalen. Had I remained in the realm of joy, he would have been a formidable opponent.
But unfortunately, seeing him stirred no joy within me whatsoever.
Only a scorching breath escaped between my lips.

“But now that I’ve become a demon, you won’t—”

Before he could finish his words.
I had already closed the distance and swung my Sword of Wrath.
He reacted swiftly, crossing both arms to block, but his defense crumbled against my fury.

Boom!

His body flew backward and crashed into the wall.
An ordinary human would have died instantly, but being a demon, he quickly recovered.

“Tremendous power… If the Mordin Apostle’s plan had succeeded, we could have obtained an excellent specimen like you.”

He grinned at me with a smirk.

“What, you think you can just take it now?”

I couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh at that.

“With that broken body of yours?”

He had taken the brunt of my previous attack—one hand was severed clean off, and the other hung limp and useless.

“I am no longer human but a demon. A wound of this magnitude will regenerate swiftly….”

His pupils dilated as he raised his arm.

“What? Why isn’t it regenerating….”

His severed hands weren’t regenerating at all—instead, flames gnawed away at the wounds, consuming them.

“Could it be… holy power?”

Having spent his entire life buried underground conducting experiments, he could only now realize that I wielded holy power.

“How in the world did you….”

I answered him with a low chuckle.

“This is the grace of the Goddess, the wisdom of the Goddess, the whimsy of the Goddess.”
“That’s impossible….”
“Pray to your Demon God as well. Beg for the strength to kill the Holy Knight standing before you.”

I continued.

“But the Demon God will grant you neither strength nor even a glance. Do you know why?”
“….”
“Because you are neither human nor demon—just a pathetic half-breed cripple.”
“You….”
“You are rejected by all, a worthless wretch destined to burn away. But don’t worry yourself.”

Fierce flames erupted from my blade.

“I’ll burn your belongings along with you.”
“I’ll kill you!!”

The Grasshopper gnashed his teeth and lunged forward.
As he reached me, he swung his severed hand, its sharp bone aimed to pierce through my skull.

Whoosh!

But his trajectory was so straightforward that I simply twisted my body and evaded it with ease.
Afterward, he wove attacks using his long limbs, while I focused solely on evasion.

‘He can’t properly utilize the power he possesses.’

His force distribution was inadequate, and his attack patterns were simplistic.
In a way, it made sense. He was someone who only conducted experiments, never actual combat.
If I judged purely by raw strength, he seemed stronger than Baron Scalen.

‘In short, just a brute with power.’

I detected a break in his breathing and swung my blade toward his abdomen.
Still, his physical prowess was exceptional—he curled his body instantly to mitigate the impact.

Crash!

But the strike connected so cleanly that his body flew backward and embedded itself into the wall.
Though his torso didn’t split in two, the two legs that had directly blocked my blade lay scattered before me.

“…Ugh!”

The creature sprawled on the ground coughed up blood.
He soon regained his senses and tried to rise quickly, but without his legs, he could only thrash about helplessly.
I asked him.

“Want me to throw your legs back? Try reattaching them?”
“U-ugh!”
“Tsk, tsk. For a Grasshopper, legs are life itself. Now, even if you survive, you won’t truly be living.”
“D-don’t come near me!”

As I approached slowly, the creature crawled across the floor on severed limbs.
I nodded.

“I’m going.”

Then I bent my legs like a Grasshopper and sprang forward.
The creature gasped in horror as I descended in a parabolic arc, and I drove my blade deep into its back.

Squelch!

“Kack!”

The creature was pinned to the floor by the blade.
The flames on my sword slowly transferred to its body, and it began to shriek in agony.
I closed my eyes and prayed, using its screams as a hymn.

‘Goddess, another heretic ascends to you this day. This wretch transformed humans into demons, turned a sane man like me into a madman through experimentation. Such is the filth before you.’

“….”

‘Grant darkness to the filth, and light to the mad….’

Then demonic energy began seeping from the Grasshopper, purifying into brilliant white light.
The pristine radiance flowed into my body, and I felt a strange serenity as I gathered the holy power.

‘So I can obtain holy power from this one as well.’

This creature hadn’t drunk demon blood—it had injected demonic energy directly into its own body to become a demon.
I’d worried I might not gain holy power from it, but fortune favored me.
I withdrew my blade and passed the charred remains of the Grasshopper.

Whoosh!

With each step, I flung the flames wrapped around my blade, setting the Laboratory ablaze in every direction.
Yes. In truth, I was not a Heretic Inquisitor—I was an arsonist.
Just as I wondered if I’d lose control by nightfall….

‘Found it.’

I discovered a cylinder containing the ashen-skinned upper body of a demon.
This was part of a demon’s corpse—they had extracted demonic energy from it here.

‘It’s hardly surprising that the Evil Book Society, which reveres the Demon God, would exploit demons.’

After all, the Demon God’s scriptures commanded one to grow stronger by using everyone except oneself.
That’s why demons devour other demons.

‘Well, humans oppose other humans too—nothing new about that.’

I swung the Sword of Wrath and set the entire room ablaze.
When I offered the demon’s remains to the Goddess, a trickle of holy power flowed into me.
I’d thought all the demonic energy had been drained away, but this was an unexpected gain.

‘Then I should honor my promise with Grasshopper.’

I had sworn to incinerate Grasshopper and all of his belongings.
To keep that vow, I set fires throughout every corner of the Laboratory.

The flames roared and crackled.

I burned and burned.
Even if I destroyed this Laboratory, the Evil Book Society would continue their experiments transforming humans into demons, but at least I could slow their progress compared to my past life.
Then I stopped in my tracks when I encountered an enormous Fire Pit.

“This is troublesome.”

I muttered to myself.

“There’s nothing left to burn, nothing left to cut.”

Yet my rage had not subsided.
The scorching flames still burned within my chest—proof of that.

“Perhaps I should cut you down instead.”

I took my stance, facing the Fire Pit that drew ever closer. The heat radiating against my skin was intense.

“…Interrogator!”

At that moment, I heard someone’s voice from behind.

“Interrogator!!”

I turned around. Beyond the flames that rose to about shin height, a woman with short brown hair stood watching.

“What are you doing there! If you’re finished, let’s head back!”

I answered Bella’s call.

“There’s still something that needs to be cut down.”
“Where?”

Right. I’d already killed the heretic remaining in this place—so what else needed cutting?
I stared at the Witch of Envy.

“You?”

Bella flinched sharply and cried out.

“Don’t say such frightening things! Come over here quickly! Or should I come to you?”

With that, Bella strode toward me in large steps.
Before her legs could cross the flames, I raised my hand to stop her.

“No, I’ll go.”

I continued speaking.

“Unless you want to become turtle soup, stay there.”
“….”

Bella stopped abruptly, staring at me as if bewildered.
I sheathed my sword, which had extinguished the flames, and walked toward Bella.

Thud, thud—

Having reached the pinnacle of wrath, I could now wield my anger freely.
Just now, I simply didn’t want to suppress it.
I jumped over the flames and turned to Bella with a question.

“Where did you leave the shell?”
“It’s upstairs. It could catch fire down here.”

I clicked my tongue at her answer.

“So I can’t steam it in the shell, then.”
“What?! What are you talking about!”

And so the two villains of my past life turned their backs on the great Fire Pit and stepped outside.

* * *

“Interrogator, please have this. You must have inhaled quite a bit of smoke—it should help.”

Bella pulled a strange medicinal herb from her bag and handed it to me.
My condition wasn’t poor, but I accepted the herb and chewed it thoroughly.

“Tastes awful.”
“Still, please take it. If something goes wrong with you, we won’t be able to cut down the other villains.”

She had a point.
If I were injured, the villains would only grow more reckless, so I chewed the herb with tactical determination.

“As always, the turtle carries medicinal herbs. It’s no wonder she’s become a tonic herself.”
“Really! Can’t you just take it without complaining?”

I chuckled at Bella’s pouty response.

Murmur, murmur—

Then commotion erupted outside the Chapel. I swallowed the herb and went out to find people gathered in front of the building.
It seemed the smoke had escaped outside, drawing the crowd.

“What’s happening here?”

I answered the resident’s question.

“Father Edgar, whom you all trusted, was actually a member of the Evil Book Society who served the Demon God. He was a mad experimenter who kidnapped people and turned them into demons.”

The residents listened intently to my words, sensing an inexplicable gravity in the air.

“He distributed those brooches to escape suspicion of kidnapping people. In other words, the brooches you’re wearing have no effect whatsoever—they’re merely ordinary brooches.”
“….”
“That’s why I burned Father Edgar along with the entire Laboratory beneath this Chapel. So discard those brooches and return to your peaceful lives.”
“Ah….”

I continued.

“Do not accept every sermon without question. Obedience without doubt is merely blind faith. True belief begins with questioning.”
“….”
“Remember my words well. Whether demons or humans, they are always prepared to deceive others for their own gain.”

The residents gazed at me with newfound suspicion, absorbing my words.
It was only natural that they would trust Father Edgar, whom they had known for years, over a stranger they were seeing for the first time.

“Who are you, exactly?”

At someone’s question, I nodded with satisfaction.

“I am the eldest son of the Luminara Family, Kael Luminara.”
“….”
“A Heretic Inquisitor who purges heresy and cleanses the world.”

Only then did trust kindle in the residents’ eyes.
It would have been ideal if Deacon Bella sang a hymn here, but if she, brimming with magical power, were to do so, we would surely be branded as demons.
Just as I was considering whether I should sing a hymn myself, they mercifully placed their brooches on the ground.

* * *

Pope Ventus Tellarion gazed upon the Primordial Scripture.
Light flowed from it as new words began to inscribe themselves upon its pages.

“Heh heh….”

The Pope chuckled at the still-mysterious spectacle before him.

‘Kael Luminara. What on earth are you?’

Perhaps a new saint was being born—one who would be remembered by people for ages to come.

(To be continued in the next chapter)

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