The 31st Piece Turns the Tables

Episode 509:

Those who are noble and noble.

Those who definitely did that.

“Midar….”

“He is not attending.”

“Insolent guy… I told you to attend.”

An old man whose cheeks are trembling with displeasure. The flashy jewelry that was inappropriate for a position that required integrity caught my eye.

“Isn’t Chief Interrogator Midar coming?”

“… That’s right. “His Holiness the Pope.”

An expressionless-looking old man spoke plainly.

“You are a free child, so you should understand.”

The interrogators formed an organization, but at the same time, they were each other’s competitors. In order to have more power and power, he decided to become the dog of a high-ranking priest and paid a handsome price for it.

Among them, Midar, whose strength is on a level different from that of other interrogators.

His difference wasn’t just his strength.

He only works for the Holy Kingdom and himself.

It was neither particularly more clean nor particularly more corrupt.

When he thought it was a worthy mission, he went forward without compensation, and he ruthlessly refused unfair missions.

Like a noble crane, it did not show any interest in the courtship of those around it.

“Tsk… A guy who lives for his own good taste.”

“Can’t you do that when you’re alone? “I’m afraid I’ll be treated the same way.”

“… joy.”

Sharp dialogue between interrogators.

What they have in common is that they all don’t like Midar.

Although there were those who did not criticize him for the sake of respect, Midar was a sharp awl that stuck out among the interrogators.

Soon the intestines become completely quiet. This is because Pope Daemon of Baranoa spoke.

“Those who bear sacred responsibilities, I have called you here today to talk about the path we will take.”

“….”

“Two years ago, Pandea faced a major change never before seen in history. “I had to endure difficult and difficult times.”

When the Holy Emperor speaks, he does not add a single word. It should be, unless it’s a question.

“Baranoa, a nation built on blessed land, had to abandon its weak and foolish past and be reborn that day. And the effort paid off.”

fruition?

High-ranking clergy, including cardinals and archbishops, kept nodding their heads as if they knew something.

Some of the interrogators did the same.

“Now that the problem of disappearing divinity has been resolved… I would like to talk about the new task we face. “There are probably some brothers who are hearing this story for the first time, but I hope they look at the world with wise eyes.”

What is Pope Daemon trying to say that makes him pause like this?

Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…

Daemon stood up from the chair.

Clang…

Clang…

Hughes, the leader of the Holy Knights, knelt on one knee and waited for orders.

“I’m going down, so please lead me.”

“I will do as you command, Holy Father.”

Clap…

Clap…

The knights in shining armor spread out in a circle and surrounded those gathered here.

Some of the interrogators who had not heard anything were very upset, although they did not show it.

Strangely enough, not only did the Templars’ sharp energy raise tensions, but it seemed as if they were blocking the retreat for fear of escape.

Off…

Off…

Hughes, holding a torch, led the way to the basement of the cathedral.

“Everyone this way. “I will guide you.”

Low…

low…

With this many people moving around, it might have felt quite grand, but the space and passageways of the building were so huge that they looked more like grains left in a bag of rice.

While moving, one of the cardinals said:

“Two years ago, when something that shook the world happened, something went wrong in the basement of the cathedral.”

“So…”

“Fortunately, the ground was safe, but miraculously, a path leading deep underground was created.”

The atmosphere is solemn, as if hearing about a long history.

Pope Daemon received the word.

“I thought it was a curse, or I was tormented by the thought that God was severely punishing me for my poor governance.”

Bump…

Bump…

They continued to go down to the basement.

In pitch black darkness.

By the light of the torch.

“But it was… a gift.”

“….”

“It was God’s will to teach us how to live in a new era.”

The atmosphere becomes increasingly bizarre.

It is said that Pope Daemon has been absent from public life for a long time and has not been seen on public occasions, but even though he is not suffering from dementia, he was saying strange things.

The interrogators, ready to draw their swords at any moment, watched the situation quietly.

“… can you see it?”

“….”

“I asked if you could see it.”

“What do you mean? “His Holiness the Pope.”

“Can’t you see the door?”

There was no door there.

The road was broken and a solid rock wall took its place.

“Do your brothers and sisters believe in paradise?”

“….”

“Turn off the lights.”

“yes.”

“… His Holiness the Pope!”

If you turn off the light in this darkness, you will soon be unable to see anything. Those who did not trust each other could point at sword point.

Whoosh…

whoosh…

When the lights went out, some of the interrogators tried to increase the distance between them.

Sreung-!

Srrrrrrr-!

However, perhaps because he felt the reaction of those around him was strange, he immediately put his sword away and checked his surroundings.

“… oh my god.”

“Thank God….”

The door glows red.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssskkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

…

The red door began to open on its own

.

“Paradise exists. It is the place we turned our heads to because we thought it was darkness.”

“….”

“There is no doubt… it exists…”

A red energy enveloped all the personnel. As the interrogators were consumed by energy, they realized one thing.

The suspicious power of the Knights Templar came from this red energy, and they themselves were now caught up in that power.

Disappeared travelers: children, the elderly, and even vagabonds.

Corpses that resembled bones, with their skin sticking to their skin like old trees, were piled up like a mountain.

There was a blood-red man sitting on the mountain.

The man introduced himself very kindly.

“I…”

Kugugu Palace…

The door behind him closed.

“He is the originator.”

The darkness of Baranoa is complex.

* * *

Squeak…

Squeak…

Snowfall and Griz stood in front of the crumbling building.

“Can we go back?”

“I can’t do that. “We decided to fight.”

Grizz babbled as if he didn’t like something.

“It’s my job! “I’m the only one doing this, so who can help me?”

“It would be like that originally.”

“Originally… Ramen?”

“Baranoa is in a special situation right now. Not only is it chaotic internally, but all sorts of things are happening. “We need to join forces with them.”

“That… I can’t be with people like that…”

“Then the plan is a failure from the start.”

“….”

Grizz pondered as he walked back and forth from side to side.

“Is it right to expose Sophia’s identity? No… no, more than that, people who don’t even know what their plan is…”

“Griez.”

“great! Let’s go in! “I have to see it for myself first!”

“It’s a reasonable decision.”

Kkeeeeeek…

As I opened the door and entered, I was greeted by familiar faces.

“here!”

“Karen.”

“You’re here.”

“huh.”

Chameli was sitting next to them. She was trying to hide with the help of the Relic Society, but somehow ended up coming out to meet her in broad daylight.

‘I guess it’s because of Karen and Karuna…’

The pilgrims, who must have witnessed Karen’s skills, now just obediently sat at one of the tables and glanced at Kangseol.

It was clear that he had decided that it would be much safer to be with the grinning Red Knight than to be with the Relic Society.

Kangseol sat down with Griz next to her and greeted her.

“You’re safe.”

“Your brother took care of you.”

“….”

Chameli said with a grin.

“In the end, everything goes as it should.”

Even Kang Seol has no intention of denying that anymore.

“… okay.”

At first, I thought it was a problem Chameli had to solve on her own. That was the reason why Kang Seol was worried about intervening.

However, personal problems come together to create public problems. In the end, the evils and evil deeds that Baranoa had accumulated over the years caused Kangseol to head there.

As if it were natural.

“You are a black pilgrim. They are rarely kind and rarely clean. These are great! Permission….”

“I’m sorry for not recognizing the great inventor Griz before.”

“… a pleasure to work with! Miss Chameli!”

Griz smiled brightly, probably feeling better.

But my stomach felt a little empty.

This event was organized by Chameli, who received a call from Kang Seol. Jiang Seol had no idea who the people who were interested in this matter were or who Chameli had invited.

If there is…

‘It must be the Relic Society that Mael belongs to.’

Kkeiike…

The door opened and, as Kang Seol had expected, the people from the Relic Society appeared. People who were much stronger than those I faced while taking refuge earlier appeared.

“Honestly, I don’t think so…”

“Shh… How long do you want to talk?”

“… hmm?”

“hmm?”

An atmosphere where time seems to have stopped.

The tension hovered around the scene, as if something big would happen if I spoke out carelessly.

‘I never thought I’d see it here….’

Even though so much time has passed, this is a place I remember quite vividly.

A pitch-black labyrinth.

The sisters standing in front of me now were the ones I met at the place where Kangseol was able to reach the highest level.

‘No, I even tried it.’

Sister Belian Veldre blinked her round eyes and looked at the snowfall. They seemed to be wondering for a moment whether the snowfall they knew was true.

Sigh…

Belian went back out the door and checked the building.

“It’s definitely right here.”

“Then… Pilgrim, I guess you’re the one who can help me with this…”

Chameli answered her older sister Veldre’s question.

“That’s right, it’s this person. Have you ever run into each other?”

“Haha… Ahhaha… That’s….”

“It’s not particularly good or bad, but something like that…”

A huge amount of sweat began to form on Belian and Veldre’s faces.

Eventually, the two murmured.

“There was no talk like this…”

“What’s going on… you bastard Mael…”

Belian confidently walked up to Kangseol and held out his hand.

“Oh, it’s been a while…”

She smiled as Kang Seol held her hand and whispered in his ear.

“God.”

“… It’s been a while.”

Snowfall has a track record of completely absorbing the darkness of the pitch-black labyrinth. When the sisters saw that, they revered her as a god, but long-term memories tend to remove the rough and fearful parts and glorify them.

To them, snowfall is just an immeasurable force.

Veldre followed him in and said.

“I think I’m a little confident in this.”

When Kangseol looked back at Chameli, she shook her head.

A signal that not all people have arrived yet.

Kkeikkeek…

The door opened again.

“A lot of people have gathered, but they leave an unpleasant and unpleasant impression.”

“Sister Sally.”

“Ha… please don’t call me that.”

Sally appeared with her mouth covered with a scarf.

‘Sally?’

Snowfall remembered the name Sally, even though it was a common name.

‘… no way?’

The pilgrims chattered quietly among themselves as the name Sally was mentioned.

“That woman… isn’t she the head of the witches?”

“Treated as a heretic… how does Mr. Chameli know that woman…”

Kang Seol pointed out the external characteristics of a woman named Sally.

She had pretty eyes, a slight scar on her forehead, and a mole on the bridge of her nose.

“What about this man?”

“It’s snowing.”

“Heh… who are you to come all the way here?”

“Sister Sally, she is….”

Kang Seol actually asked.

“…don’t you have a brother?”

Sreung-!

Sally held the dagger to Snowfall’s neck like lightning.

“… Do you know my brother?”

Snowfall was sure.

It’s her.

“No, I was just asking a question.”

“….”

Crash…

She retrieved the dagger, crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose, as if she was upset about something.

‘Damn it… he’s Charlie’s little brother.’

Charlie, one of Snowfall’s legendary horses. He is simply called Charlie because he has never been active publicly.

Sally was his younger sister.

Even though we broke up a long time ago.

As more people gathered here, Snowfall’s complexion only worsened. I complained that even if I tried to collect it like this, it would be difficult to collect it.

Kkeeeeeek…

The sound of the door opening at the end felt somehow ominous.

“It’s a plot… Is it a mock-up?”

A person who stands alone with his back to the light.

His uniform looked familiar.

“Inquisitor!”

Paaaaat-!

Kwazijik…

The venue quickly became chaos.

“stop! Everyone stop! “It’s not the enemy!”

“lie! The author…”

“Oh my God! “It’s Midar!”

Chief Inquisitor Midar.

A symbol of Baranoa’s unyielding justice.

Snowfall touched my forehead.

‘Haha… It’s Hwaryongjeongjeon.’

A well-trained body and a neat and handsome appearance that you will never forget once you see it.

‘Midar.’

Midar’s gaze landed on Kangseol.

“… If it’s a conspiracy, why don’t I join in?”

“…Damn.”

Chief Inquisitor Midar says: