The elf's green eyes began to turn mad.
"Îη με κοίÏα με βÏÏÎ¼Î¹ÎºÎ¿Ï â²â²â². (Don't look at me with those dirty eyes.)"
"Don't look at me with ugly and disgusting eyes."
An explosive gaze filled with hatred for everything was pouring down on Rowan and Yuria.
Rowan and Yuria, who did not know the Elvish language, could not understand what she was saying, but it was clear that the emotions pouring out of her eyes were negative.
It's the feeling of her hatred towards humans.
"...This is a big deal."
As an ominous magic began to envelop the space, Rowan clicked his tongue and began to distance himself.
The Apostle's ability is different.
The unpredictable powers of these beings were the reason countless strongmen were killed by heretics. Their powers contained unpredictable anomalies.
The power of the Apostle of Gentleness is a strange power that can change everything visible to one's will.
The apostle who wielded the axe possessed a constantly regenerating vitality and immense strength. I knew this from a chance encounter ten years ago with a sword.
I heard that the apostle who used an axe died at the hands of that guy, but it was an undeniable fact that he was a formidable strongman.
then.
This elf, called the Apostle, must also have great power.
"..."
What kind of abilities does it have?
Rowan, his senses sharp, watched the flow of the elf's magic closely. He could unleash an intangible attack.
Focus a little more.
You have to be a little more sensitive in this battle...!
Rowan gaped at a single image hovering over the apostle's head.
"What is that...?"
Because an ominous tool was flying through the air above the elf's head.
It is an ominous tool that is full of sharp thorns and gives an eerie feeling just by looking at it.
okay.
"..."
A tool for the suffering of others.
"Iron Maiden..."
The Apostle of Charity looked at Rowan and Yuria with trembling eyes and muttered softly.
"I will protect â²â²â²â². (I will protect myself.)"
With those cold words, a huge chain began to spring out of the Iron Maiden.
-Chew, chw, chw...
The elf spoke in a cold voice.
"Don't look at me."
-Clang...!
“With those dirty eyes….”
*
That moment.
The sound of quiet footsteps echoed through the temple hallway.
-Again.
-Again.
"..."
No words were exchanged.
The hallway was filled with a tense atmosphere that seemed ready to explode at any moment, but the two people just walked forward without exchanging any small talk.
-Crunch. Crunch.
"..."
The protagonist of the footsteps is the apostle of moderation and gentleness. The two, with their unequal relationship, are united in search of the holy sword.
Temperance sought a holy sword to offer to the sect. Elysia, on the other hand, sought a gift to offer to the saint who saved her.
The two, who had the same goal but different results, just walked silently in a cold tension.
The Apostle of Moderation, unable to bear the cold atmosphere, glanced at Elicia who was following behind and said.
"Hey, Apostle of Gentleness."
"..."
"Are you satisfied with your pagan life?"
-Again...
Elicia followed behind Temperance without answering the questions directed at her.
Temperance shook his head and laughed in vain at Elicia's cold attitude.
"You are a quiet woman."
"..."
"You shouldn't be doing this to me. It's not enough to please me... You should think about the future. Aren't you, On-yu?"
"..."
The Apostle of Temperance frowned at Elysia's continued silence.
"Hey. Onyu."
"Focus on your work. Be disciplined."
"..."
"Can't you be as self-restrained as a child, contrary to the epithet given by the Pope?"
"...Ha. I guess you really want to die."
"...if that is God's will."
-Kwak.
The Apostle of Temperance clutched the watch in his pocket and fluttered his eyelids. He wondered how much the woman knew.
She was a cold woman from the beginning. She was especially cold and indifferent to me and my brother. A woman who wouldn't be swayed even if someone tried to wield her life.
but.
"..."
Something feels strange today.
As if I was no longer afraid. It was as if I held a knife to my throat at any moment, as if I had the chance.
The Apostle of Temperance, in constant anxiety, glanced at Elysia and asked curtly, "Show me your organs."
"Gentle."
"..."
"What color is the emotion you see in me now?"
“Wouldn’t you know better?”
"I was just curious."
Elysia glared at the Apostle of Temperance and answered with a blank expression.
"Yellow."
“If it’s yellow….”
"It's a color that means trust. It's a warm color that symbolizes faith."
"hmm..."
The Apostle of Temperance smiled bitterly and nodded. "That's right, it was just a worry." The Apostle of Temperance felt relieved, thinking it was just a worry caused by things not going as planned.
The Apostle of Temperance asked again, this time asking what color the Apostle of Meekness's emotions were.
"then."
"..."
"What color is On-yu's emotion now?"
"..."
"Are you yellow like me?"
-Kwak.
Elicia squeezed her eyes shut, suppressing her anger as she looked into the eyes of self-satisfied restraint.
The color of emotion you see every time you look in the mirror.
"amethyst."
Because it was the color of depression that made it impossible to see ahead.
His question intensifies Elicia's emotions. A sudden urge to wring that man's neck surges through her like a gust of wind.
but.
"...It seems like we're getting closer."
The fruit of vengeance must be picked when ripe. Elysia bided her time, waiting for that moment to come.
-Please be patient.
-...
-Even if you want to kill her right now, you have to hold back. Don't you know that the ability to restrain yourself doesn't work well with Lady Elysia?
-...
-The moment the Apostle of Temperance takes up the Holy Sword is the moment of opportunity. Until then, we must endure.
-Saint.
-yes.
-I want to tear you to pieces right now, but do I really have to hold back? I obey because it's the saint's word... But still.
-Elysia.
-yes.
-Do you know when people feel the most despair?
-...
-This is when happiness comes.
The moment the Apostle of Temperance stepped into the room flooded with light, a pure white space began to unfold before his eyes.
In this space, where hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years had passed, a dazzling light began to appear before Elysia's eyes.
Full of vitality and strong power.
The Apostle of Temperance began to smile slightly at this.
"Is that the holy sword?"
"..."
"It's hard to even see your face."
"..."
In the center of the vast expanse sat a dazzling sword. Anyone could tell it was a holy sword, a magnificent sword.
White blade and golden handle
A sword radiating a brilliant light, with a red jewel engraved in its center, was now proudly thrust before the eyes of Elysia and the Apostle of Temperance.
The Apostle of Temperance advanced towards the Holy Sword without hesitation.
and.
-Stop.
I looked at Elicia and smiled slightly.
"Gentle."
"..."
"I'll give you credit."
"What are you talking about?"
"It is as you heard. Draw your sword. Gentle."
"...."
"It was written in the ancient books that only those qualified to draw the holy sword could do so. Since you were a faithful priest, you could draw it."
"...I am a body that has abandoned God."
"I once believed in a false god, so I'm telling you to vote."
A coldness begins to settle in the eyes of moderation.
"Why is that?"
"..."
"If you draw this sword, you will receive back the legacy of your son that you so desperately desired... Why are you hesitating when I will give you back the freedom you long for?"
"..."
Temperance said with a weak laugh.
"If you wish, I can raise your child as an undead. Of course, he will be an unconscious corpse."
"..."
"You didn't like the prank?"
"..."
Temperance said with a bitter smile towards the hesitant Elicia.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"..."
"Pull it out."
"..."
"I told you to pick it."
Elicia closed her eyes.
At the same time, the emotions of the apostle of temperance are seen to be fluctuating.
Blue.
A very dark blue.
The colors that signified distrust and corruption began to appear in Elicia's eyes.
"I guess it's not scary anymore."
A short sigh.
Temperance smiled slightly and slowly began to move towards the holy sword.
"It must have been your last chance, but it's too bad, On-yu."
The Apostle of Temperance approached the Holy Sword and spoke in a low voice.
"These words were written in ancient documents."
"..."
"If an unqualified person holds the holy sword, he will suffer great pain."
"..."
"If you endure that pain and hold the sword to the end with wickedness and arrogance."
"..."
"The evil spirit that the Holy Sword is holding will awaken."
"..."
"This is destruction."
Temperance looked straight into Elicia's eyes and said.
"I understand what you mean."
"..."
"I guess it means you're not afraid of death."
"..."
"I've been thinking about it. Why are you acting so confident?"
"..."
Space begins to distort.
The surroundings of the Apostle of Temperance begin to distort and shake grotesquely.
Creepy.
Bizarrely.
He starts dancing while looking straight into Elicia's eyes.
Temperance asked in a cold voice.
"Have you decided to accept death?"
"..."
"I guess he thought it would be better to die than to live like a slave."
Elicia gave a small smile and muttered softly.
"An arrogant and proud person."
"..."
-Stop.
"An apostle who loves himself more than God."
"That's an interesting thing to say."
"Who do you love more?"
"...under."
Temperance took the watch out of his pocket.
"..."
"Are you scared?"
"..."
"If you're going to hurt someone like that, you should take responsibility, right?"
"..."
"The apostles are just a new creation."
"..."
"Just like you... I'll just create someone with a deeper hatred."
Elicia said in a cold voice.
"Then try it."
-Wriggle.
"Try it once."
The moment when the trembling pupils of restraint and the cold, ringing voice of Elicia weighed down on the space.
"...wow."
A voice began to be heard from the crossroads along the path they had walked.
"This is the holy sword."
A smile blossomed across Elicia's face. At the same time, a sense of foreboding was rising in Temperance's heart.
The moment when the Apostle of Temperance, sensing a crisis, hurriedly tried to tear himself away from the holy sword.
-Wriggle.
Things around me began to shake and transform.
okay.
"Gentle."
The power of the apostle of gentleness.
Elysia was holding the Apostle of Temperance's hand close to the Holy Sword. Ricardo's appearance had disrupted her concentration.
Elicia's eyes were filled with nothing but hatred and murderous intent.
Elicia said with a mad smile.
"Ah...ah...how long have I waited for this moment."
"Do you want to die, On-yu...!"
"Ah... poor thing."
Temperance struggled, struggling to free herself from Elicia's bonds. As her struggles intensified, she let go of the watch she was holding, her eyes widening. Elicia simply stared at the watch, which had fallen before her eyes, a hollow smile on her face.
Elicia bent down and picked up the fallen watch. She looked at it with a mocking expression and began to apply pressure.
-Dismissed...!
"...What are you doing...!"
-Pasaasaak!!!
I couldn't finish my speech of moderation.
"How can you be so stupid?"
"..."
"If I had known it would be taken away this easily, I would have rebelled at least once."
"..."
Elysia began to change the space with a mad smile.
The Apostle of Temperance held the holy sword with trembling hands, and Elysia smiled with joy.
"Catch it."
It started to lead him to hell.