122 – Apostle of Lust – (完)

“Ugh, hmm.”

The apostle of lust, Seneca, slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was a dark, overcast sky. How had he lost his mind, Seneca pondered for a moment as to why.

The answer came quickly.

My last memory was being beaten by YuRia’s target.

It was a rune word meaning to faint.

“… ….”

At the same time, Seneca felt an intense pain engulf his entire body.

The source of the pain was the arm. The lower part of his elbows were neatly cut.

“Uh-uh-uh”

“It will be useless.”

Someone spoke next to Seneca, who was writhing and struggling.

It was Yuria’s voice.

In fact, sitting right next to her was YuRia wearing the clothes of an empress.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“I cut off my arm. Even if you gather authority, if there is no catalyst to pull it out, you are just a layperson below a priest.”

“… ….”

“Don’t worry. Because the bleeding was done well. I will not die.”

Seneca hardened his face.

It was humiliating, but it was even more unfortunate that he, who had always had the upper hand, was being held captive by Yuria.

“Do you think I can’t even regenerate an arm like this?”

“Yes. Because you are an apostle who is favored by foreign media. Your arm will grow back in less than a day.”

Yuria took out her jet-black dagger and held it to the cross section of her arm.

The hilt of the dagger is engraved with a pattern depicting a half moon. It was the coat of arms of the Iscobal family.

The sensation of the cool iron touched Seneca’s skin.

“Then you just have to keep cutting it every time. I’m going to cut the top off every time I play it. In the end, even your heart will be cut out.”

“… ….”

“You lost, Seneca.”

At Yuria’s words, Seneca had no choice but to give up.

She laughed and shook her head.

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It didn’t take long to figure out her reality.

“Then why did you let me live? Wouldn’t it be less regretful for her to pierce that hideous dagger right into her chest?”

“Well, that would be convenient.”

Yuria shrugged her shoulders and looked at Seneca’s back.

“But the Empress wants to talk to you.”

“What?”

Turning her body around, there was Lynxia Irrin wearing a skirt that was floating in the air.

She was looking down at Seneca with a cold expression.

Lin Xia slowly opened her mouth.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Seneca. He killed Wig. I heard it was the one who killed my family on National Foundation Day.”

“… ….”

A chill ran down her spine.

Seneca muttered to Yuria.

“…… It’s the worst.”

“Yes. It’s the worst.”

It was a habit I shared with Yuria when I was young.

*

Seneca, the apostle of lust.

According to Yuria, it has been less than ten years since Seneca became her apostle.

That’s why he seemed clumsy at handling them, even though he possessed many powers.

The most important thing to note is her specialty, explosions. But she was safe to do so, with both of her arms cut off.

So, instead of protecting her Lyncia, I stood at a distance from her and watched her and Seneca’s private meeting, vigilant of her surroundings.

“Is that the answer? Do you really feel no guilt?”

“… ….”

Lyn Xia’s voice, which had been quietly questioning her, gradually grew louder, and her expression also began to become more heated.

In fact, Seneca was the apostle who caused a lot of damage to Lynthia after Arwen. Furthermore, she lost the wig she cherished and favored a while ago. She could understand the passion.

“Say something!”

“… ….”

Lyncia’s cry.

However, Seneca just avoided looking into the distance and looked into the distance.

Lyncia’s back trembled as if she were angry with each of those reactions.

Anyway, Seneca was silent. This was just idling. I got up and walked over to her. And she put her hand on Lyncia’s shoulder.

“Lyncia, let’s stop here.”

“Freed.”

“I don’t have time. It will not be too late to interrogate.”

“Yeah, but… ….”

Looking up at me, Lyncia’s green eyes widened. Her rain-soaked, puppy-like look almost melts her heart, but she catches them all.

“No. Seira is still fighting Denebris, right?”

“…… Yes. Fried is right.”

In the end, she seemed to have given up as well, got up from her knees and stepped aside from her side.

She stood before Seneca in place of Lyncia.

“Seneca.”

“…… Mr. Iscobal.”

Seneca looked at my dusty face and she smiled slightly.

“I ate a room and ended up eating something. Did you also scold Arwen in this way?”

“It wasn’t my idea. It was Lynchia’s operation.”

“… ….”

Seneca glanced at Lynthia as if slightly surprised.

Then she spoke to me in a voice mixed with a little laugh.

“You seem to get along very well. After all, is it because she looks exactly like Cleta? The little sister must have a lot of fun.”

“… ….”

“You don’t intend to ignore the oath, right?”

I shook my head.

For this reason, he was only involved in Seneca’s tempo.

“I have no intention of having a sad conversation with you. Answer any questions I ask.”

“You are unkind.”

“If you don’t come out cooperatively, you might come out more ruthless.”

I slowly put my hand on the hilt of Ernst’s sword. Seneca swallowed her saliva.

According to Atral’s reaction, it seemed that he felt indescribable pain when his body touched Ernst, the sword of God. Loss of power. That was what the apostle feared the most.

“If you answer correctly, I will spare your life. Of course, it might take away all the authority.”

“How can you believe that?”

“You will have no choice but to believe it. You don’t have a choice.”

Seneca’s purple eyes stared at me.

She didn’t avert her gaze and looked straight at her.

There was silence for a moment.

Finally she shrugged her shoulders in silence.

“Yes. What are you curious about?”

“Denebris, the dark spirit. She was told by her companions that she was imprisoned deep within the spirit realm. How did you guys summon Denebris?”

“Is that also the question?”

“Didn’t I tell you to answer any questions?”

“… ….”

Seneca let out a small sigh.

“It’s simple. I entered the spirit realm, released the restraints of the dark spirit, and brought it to the real world.”

“Is that so easily possible?”

“It is difficult. If it was the original plan, it would have taken several more months.”

“Then how was it possible?”

Seneca pointed with her chin in the direction of the basin where we fought earlier.

“Because I found the ‘door’.”

“Door?”

“It leads to the spirit realm.”

At Seneca’s words, I looked under her feet and inadvertently understood her words.

There were more clues than I thought. ‘The most shamanic location’, as Merta guessed. And Gaiakan, a high-ranking spirit, came out through the land. The wind weakened the ground, and a dark pattern was seen through the flowing soil.

I had no knowledge of magic, but I could guess that it was the gateway to the spirit realm.

“I guess no one knew about it because it was buried deep in the ground.”

“Right. We were just as lucky.”

“Is there anything special about that door?”

Seneca laughed mischievously.

“Of course. It is a place that leads to the deepest part of the spirit realm.”

“The deepest part?”

“The place where the spirit king is. That is, the throne.”

Upon hearing her words, Lynxia swallowed her breath.

I don’t know, but isn’t the spirit king the head of all the spirits in this media?

The door leading to the throne of the Spirit King. Anxiety crept in.

“Pedras-san’s specialty is encroachment through authority. That’s why he is the Apostle of the Abyss. No matter how powerful I am, I am no exception.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s coming soon. The end of the spirit realm.”

Seneca asked, waving her severed elbow.

“How fainted have I been?”

“…… About an hour.”

“Then it must be midnight soon.”

Seneca looked up at the sky. The moon could not be seen due to the battle between Denebris and Seira, but the brightness of the sky dyed black was even lower.

And at that moment, the pitch-black sky gradually began to brighten. At the same time, the ground also vibrated.

“Looks like a start.”

Scarcely after Seneca’s words, the clouds began to glow. And what appeared in between.

“The spirits?”

“Uh, uh uh?”

Innumerable spirits were pouring out from heaven and earth.

The spirits are shrouded in black mist and emit blue eyes. None of them were normal.

“What the heck.”

My mouth fell open at the absurd sight.

I hurriedly grabbed Seneca by the collar.

“What have you done!”

“I didn’t do anything more. The plan just went as it should.”

Clenched in my mighty fists, Seneca spat out his words.

“The Spirit King just lost to the power. This is a start. It will gradually affect all elementalists.”

“… ….”

The end of the spirit realm.

And the corruption of the Elementalists.

“…… Oh, no.”

Yuria heard Seneca’s words and suddenly dropped the dagger she was holding.

YuRia crouched down with her shoulders wrapped around her.

A deep despair passed over her face.

“Well, then Lautrec… ….”

“Damn it.”

In the end, the situation they were worried about happened.