133 – Lautrek Pendrin – (final)

“El Baek-nim, this is it!”

“Hmm.”

A soldier who was holding out his sword opened his eyes and quickly turned around. The knight Yuriad, who was struggling with the spirit, also realized the situation and withdrew his sword.

The spirits that had rushed right in front of them with great force lowered their tails and began to run away.

Only the chilly night air lingered in the place of the spirit that had disappeared as if it were melting into the air.

“Looks like it’s over.”

As Yuriard let out a deep sigh and let out the lead sword, the soldiers looked around with dubious expressions.

The spirits’ offensive continued fiercely until a few seconds ago. It disappeared in an instant. A strangely tense atmosphere. It was because of the suspicion that all this might be a deception.

However, no matter how long I waited, there was no sign of the spirits reappearing.

“Whoaaa!”

The stiff atmosphere was relieved thanks to a soldier who realized the situation and cheered.

With this as a signal, everyone put down their weapons and sat down. There was a soldier who pinched his cheek whether it was a dream or not, and there was a knight who patted his comrade on the shoulder.

“Sir Uriard, what the hell happened to this?”

“Isn’t that simple?”

At the question of the knight who still did not know why, Yuriad vomited white breath.

A huge explosion occurred on the outer wall. And the extinction of the fallen spirits.

The point of this series of clues was clear.

“Freud must have done something.”

“That… ….”

“Yes. The apostle is dead.”

I couldn’t come to that conclusion.

*

Quguaguagwang!

The Spirit King’s blow.

The aftermath was amazing. The earth cracked apart, and a shock wave soared into the sky. A vibration that seemed to shake the entire throne.

It was obvious what would have happened to the apostle of the abyss, Fedras, who would have been hit directly by this.

“It’s over.”

Yuria Enruin, who was watching this from afar, decided that.

When she turned around, there was Seneca, an apostle of the Order, who was witnessing the scene in front of her with a devastated expression.

She mumbled her quivering mouth.

“No, this is nonsense. The King of Spirit…… It is said to be the existence of a godhead. A mere human could handle it.”

“Yes. I guess so. But the empress, the emperor who inherited the blood of the creator god, is not just a human being.”

“… ….”

Seneca moved her mouth for a long time as if she had a lot to say, but in the end, she couldn’t get her words out and hung her head.

Seeing that the authority surrounding the spirit realm had faded, Phaedras was certain to be dead. Yuria, who was a priest of the church, could clearly feel it, and Seneca was no different.

That fact seemed to come as a considerable shock to Seneca.

In the end, Yuria sat down across from her.

“What did you say earlier? No odds? Would it be better to surrender?”

“… ….”

“I told you. I would do anything I would even struggle. And here is the result.”

Seneca chewed her lower lip until it bled.

“You lost, Seneca. Stop surrendering.”

“An apostle of the church? Kneel before the Empress?”

“Yes. As Mr. Iscoval said, her life will be spared.”

Seneca shook her head.

“I…… On National Foundation Day, use a bomb to kill everyone.”

“Yes. From the point of view of the Empire, he is an abominable apostle. Of course you have to pay the penalty. But one thing’s for sure, you can survive.”

As she was sitting down, Yuria reached out and lifted Seneca’s bangs.

The disfigured expression on her face was visibly darkened.

“Think carefully. In the first place, you and I were just taken away. The concept of choice was never in our lives.”

“… ….”

“Don’t take that for granted. We all deserve our rights.”

“Yuria.”

Seneca ran her Yuria up and down her.

Her appearance was the same as the one she met years ago. However, each of her words and actions made me wonder if she was YuRia at that time.

“You have changed a lot.”

“Right.”

Yuria shrugged her shoulders and smiled slightly.

“I’ve been having a bit of fun lately, in many ways.”

The smile was so bright that Seneca couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

When was it? When she was little, she saw her in her village. A wide smile and kind words. The image of her childhood, which she thought she had lost, was hanging over Yuria’s face.

“I… ….”

That was the moment Seneca was about to speak her mind.

“Wouldn’t you like to go there?”

I heard someone’s voice.

Frivolous but eerie, viper-like voice.

And this was neither Yuria’s nor Seneca’s.

Kulleong.

A thick liquid seemed to fall from above her head, and then a black orb appeared in the air.

And the thing that put her face in between.

“Ah, Arwen!”

“Shh. Could you please be quiet? No matter what, I don’t want to get caught in the middle of enemy territory.”

Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption.

She was in front of Seneca with her smile on her face.

“How the hell… ….”

“The entire continent has been affected by that division, but I don’t know. I wondered if there was an ulterior motive, and I came to see how Fedras was doing…… It must have failed miserably.”

Arwen shrugged her shoulders and stretched out her hand, placing her hand on Seneca’s shoulder.

Seneca gasped at the creepy feeling.

Yuria also hurriedly stepped behind her and grabbed her scarf.

Even with such an aggressive reaction, Arwen didn’t care.

“Um…… , What was your name?”

“Yuria Enruin.”

“Ah, yes. Yuria. I have no intention of fighting. I have no intention of punishing the renegade.”

Arwen lifted his head slightly and saw the spirit king standing tall over the cliff, and the alliance of wizards that followed.

“No matter how much I am, I’m not stupid enough to stick my neck in two Archmages and the Spirit King. Above all, in the spirit realm, power is sometimes limited.”

“Then why?”

“Why, why?”

Dangling from her sepia, Arwen wrapped her long arms around her Seneca’s neck like her venomous snake coiled around it.

“To rescue our cute colleague, Miss Seneca. What is Pedras…… It’s a pity, but Seneca is still useful. A bomb that kills even gods, because it’s quite useful.”

“…… Arwen, I am.”

“Shut up.”

“f*ck.”

Ignoring Seneca’s words to her, Arwen pulled her up. Tentacles protruding from her sepia coiled around Seneca’s body.

Yuria hurriedly approached her and opened her mouth.

“Do you think I will leave it like that?”

“You should leave it that way. If you don’t want to die.”

A cold gaze.

Yuria hesitated, and Seneca shook her head.

I meant don’t come closer.

“…… Big.”

In the end, she could do nothing but pull her scarf back up.

Arwen put Seneca inside Sepia’s body and reached out and patted Yuria’s head with her hand.

“Yes. That, um…….”

“Yuria.”

“Oh, I did. YuRia, will you tell Iscobal?”

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Arwen raised the corner of her mouth.

“Cleta is coming soon. To fulfill the oath.”

“… ….”

“Then enjoy the momentary freedom.”

After those words, Sepia contracted again, and soon nothing was left in its place.

Atop the cliff left alone, YuRia silently burst into anger.

*

The ring.

Diririring.

[ Ending – #66 /「Foreign Apostle Lautrek」 ]

＞ Avoid

＞ Survival score +1

“Ugh.”

In addition to that, numerous notification windows are displayed.

Just like when Aranion was subdued, the message that she had avoided more than a dozen dead ends came up to the point where she was obscured.

At least fourteen. Act 5 was an episode that boasted a particularly large scale in Raising the Empress.

That’s why there were a lot of dead ends, and the survival points absorbed were also enormous.

If there is any difference from Aranion.

[ Ending – #91 /「Phaedras, the Apostle of the Abyss」 ]

＞ Avoid

＞ Survival score +1

[ Act 5 – Spirit Realm ]

＞ Clear

＞ Survival score +15

“Hmm?”

Unlike Aranion, the entire 5th act was cleared.

The reason is probably…….

“Um.”

I saw ‘what used to be an apostle’ lying at my feet.

Fedras, now a mere rat cannon, was pitiful even if he looked like an enemy.

“Perhaps this bastard is dead.”

Unlike Aranion, the cause of Act 6, being alive, Phaedras died altogether.

Because of that, he had no choice but to interpret that the fifth act had been cleared.

“By the way.”

I sighed and looked up.

And then our empress caught my eye, shaking her leg with a triumphant expression.

“How was it, Fried?”

“You are amazing.”

“hehehe. I told you. I will be of help too.”

Lyncia is smiling with her bare chest straight.

Until a while ago, he only knew how to handle a wig, but as soon as he carried the King of Spirits on his back, he became arrogant.

That attitude was strangely infuriating, so I said it casually.

“But you know what?”

“What is it?”

“If the angle is like that, you can see the inside of the skirt.”

“… ….”

After a moment of silence, Lynxia shuddered and hurriedly stood up from her seat.

“The Spirit King!”

“No no! It’s a joke!”

She raised her hands as she felt that if she didn’t protest, she would end up in the same situation as the rat poo next to her.

“Hmm.”

On the other hand, I heard a strangely regretful sound, so when I looked that way, Sinclair was licking her lips.

I’m going to kill that pedophile someday.

“Anyway! Freud is bad. It’s really bad!”

“It was a joke, a joke.”

“If it weren’t for me, would you just skip this?”

Oddly enough, the tone was “I’m the only one who will accept you.”

It’s not about what gold side deals with.

“Sorry.”

Lyncia, who was frantic, took it back a few minutes later.

It was because the masters of her mage tower, including Leonard, approached her and wanted to have an audience with her.

Since Lynthia’s visit to High Linx was kept secret, they were also in awe.

Even more about the fact that the Empress signed a contract with the Spirit King.

Listening to the countless compliments from the tower owners, Lyncia scratched her cheeks in embarrassment.

“Something feels strange.”

“You can take that as a compliment.”

Soon afterward, cleanup began.

The highest spirits, including the King of Spirits, began to rebuild the broken throne and the gateway thanks to their release from power, and the wizards led by Leonard also began to repair the damage.

Fortunately, Merta did not die. The fall from her Denebris was partly due to her Sinclair reducing her weight with her lightweight magic, and also thanks to the power of the foreign spirits she possessed in her body.

I couldn’t see where Yuria and Seneca, the apostle of lust, were blown away in the chaos. But she wouldn’t have died.

Since Sylphy went out to find it, it should be found soon.

“There will be no end to this.”

Said Lin Xia, who wiped the blood stains from her mouth with her handkerchief.

She actually seemed far from resolving the situation overnight.

She was damaged that much. Since the throne of the spirit realm was destroyed in half, she said everything.

Of course, most of the destruction was carried out by Lyncia and Seira, who served as the Spirit Kings.

Saira, who was just playing around, helped out.

“Once you’ve been encroached on by the outer dimension, it takes twice as much time to get it back. From the point of view of High Linx, it is difficult for the spirit world to be like this, so we will have to continue to put in personnel.”

“Huh. It must be hard”

“Hey, well, I’m in a position where I have to work with people from above, so it’s okay.”

“It’s vicious… ….”

Lyncia let out a sigh, and Seira laughed heartily.

As the peaceful atmosphere continued, everyone relaxed and sat down on the grass.

And.

“The sun is rising.”

“There must have been morning in the spirit realm. Or was it hidden because of the apostle?”

Three suns began to rise high in the sky.

Oddly cool air and bright sun. And the rim of the constellations connected around it.

With this in the background, the majestic figure of the King of Spirits stands tall in the sunlight.

With all of this in harmony, it was like a painting in front of my eyes.

We all looked at the scenery in front of us in a state of fascination.

“Freed.”

Soon there was Lyncia’s small hand grasping my hand.

“I will definitely survive. If I survive, I will become a proper empress.”

“Yes.”

“Will you help me?”

“No matter what.”

As if she was satisfied with that answer, Lynchia leaned her head on my arm.

It was Lyncia’s platinum-colored hair, covered in dirt and blood, but a fresh scent of wild flowers wafted through it.

“Anyway, salting is… ….”

And then, the virgin, Seira, saw us like that and muttered in a choking voice.