Chapter 138 – His reason

Camellia threw away her old sword and aimed the sword with the blood-red blade at Lancelot. That was definitely the sword I gave you…

“That sword… that damn thing is shallow.”

“There is something I want to ask you, Father.”

Camellia swallowed. No matter how much it was, it seemed that he still had some regrets because he was his father. Even so, I will kill Lancelot.

“Why are you doing this? The one who so detested slaughter and war… and loved peace…”

“That’s right, daughter. I still hate evil.”

Lancelot had a very calm expression on his face. It looked like he was telling a trivial story about someone’s dog giving birth to a baby at tea time.

“I hope the wizard will listen to it as well. What are the ten elements that form the source of magic and the foundation of this world?”

“Suddenly what…”

“Fire, water, ice, wind, earth, steel, light, darkness, wood, and lightning. All of them are the source of magic and the source of the world. Knowing the source will help you understand everything. How are these things in the world? did it exist?”

Lancelot continued with a different eerie voice than before. It was a harrowing and terrible voice that felt only unpleasant, as if scratching iron.

[Fire, which should bring warmth, turns into a fire that burns the nest, and water, which should bring life, turns into floods and waterworks, taking lives.]

[People freeze to death in the cold, and the wind becomes a typhoon and tramples on the places where people live.]

[Steel is forged into sharp spear blades and arrowheads, and wood becomes arrow nodes and spear handles to kill and injure people.]

[Only darkness fills the nests of the poor, and light illuminates even the places where only wealthy trash live.]

[The earth is silent, but it eats up countless corpses while causing a bad harvest, and thunder sounds but does not fall on the heads of the guilty.]

It flowed freely and smoothly, as if reciting a poem, but what that voice brought was fear and disgust, not emotion. It was a voice that sounded like an image of a repulsive grandmother seen on an Internet site and was punched in the ear.

“What kind of poetry are you suddenly reciting? Is it a will?”

“The origin of the world is like that, but our god is silent. Condoning war, condoning slaughter, condoning calamity, condoning tyranny, condoning evil itself.”

“Evil is you guys, fucks. The cubs who kill Holstead’s family, slaughter people, and use them as experimental materials are not the dog shit philosophy.”

“Yes I am evil. But what about our god?”

He pointed his sword at the sky. No, since there is a ceiling, I couldn’t point to the sky itself.

“Even I condone it. No matter what evil I do, our God does not punish me. That means our God tolerates and affirms evil. I just cannot tolerate such a God, such a lax world.”

“If the world sucks like that, would you kill yourself by eating poisonous mushrooms? What are you doing?”

“I will change the world. That is the mission I was born with. I will kill God and usurp that place.”

That’s why… I killed the Heavenly Demon… I made Count Holstead’s family suffer… Did I drag Olag, who could have been my friend, into this evil?

For some stupid reason?

I took Enoch out.

“Open the sealed chapter on page 221, Enoch.”

“Werner! That’s…!”

“Sister, I’m sorry. Please die with me.”

Enoch was a sacred object that could store magic, but it was also a holy object that could seal dangerous beings.

“Wake up, ghost of plague.”

Then, the ghost picture engraved on the book was erased, and a black mist rose.

What was sealed inside this page was the collection of vengeful spirits of the village that had been annihilated by the plague. This specter in the form of a black mist was so strong that he could not die, and was eventually sealed inside Enoch.

Even if you touch this black mist, you will be afflicted with a terrible plague, and your body will melt and die.

A black mist began to form in the room, but Lancelot was not at all taken aback. Rather, he fixed his sword with a calm attitude. This specter is a specter that can never be cut or exorcised. It wasn’t an enemy that couldn’t be defeated with a sword like that.

“Eat it.”

Then, his sword began to suck up the black mist. To be precise, he was devouring that mighty specter.

“How could that specter…”

Lancelot then pointed to the jewel embedded in his sword. The jewel was shining brightly in purple.

“This is part of the god’s heart that I robbed when I stabbed our god. Surprisingly, even a portion of it has surprising power.”

This chewy was ridiculed by showing the heart of another mother. One more reason not to forgive that bastard.

“Anyway, it looks like the number you prepared has decreased by one. What are you planning to call next? A demon? A demon? Or even an apostle of God?”

“no…”

I forced myself to stand up. He was still bleeding, but not to the point where his life was in danger.

“sister…”

“Don’t talk to Werner and rest. I’ll take care of that guy.”

Camellia raised her sword and rushed at Lancelot. That posture was clearly a technique called splitting cherry blossom petals. Like scattering cherry blossoms, it was a skill that unleashed a slash with a mysterious trajectory that could not come from where and how it would come, and had an impossible-to-guard effect.

visor!

However, Lancelot easily blocked the attack.

“I don’t know who you think taught you that skill. And you still have a lot of strength in your shoulders.”

Lancelot said so and swung his sword at Camellia. That technique was one of the special moves called ‘Cutting the Camellia Branch’. Originally, it was a big skill that took a long time to activate, but Lancelot used that skill without any delay.

“sister!”

visor!

However, Camellia also received the attack.

“Who do you think was the one who saw your swordsmanship up close, Father?”

“… you’re bold.”

“Father, let me ask you one last time. What kind of existence was your mother… to you?”

Then Lancelot swallowed dry saliva.

“She was a woman I didn’t like. A pitiful, foolish, stupid woman.”

“What now…?”

“I was a pathetic woman who did not know that she was being used, believed in God like a fool, foolishly believed that the war would end, believed in peace, whispered love to me until the end, and died.”

Camellia dropped her sword. I knew how much she loved her family, how much she loved her mother and father. As much as I trusted and loved him, the feeling of betrayal would be great.

“It would be fortunate if she died leaving behind at least one useful child… But she only gave birth to half-penny children who were good at swordsmanship and magic. On top of that, she couldn’t give birth to more because her body was weak. She was a woman who had never been useful.”

“…Shut up.”

“That’s why I killed him. I don’t need any obstacles that get in the way.”

“Shut up!”

“The way you whispered that you loved me while crying until the end was even funny. You resemble her a lot, so you must be swayed by such private feelings like now.

Camellia picked up her sword and tried to stab Lancelot. But that too was easily blocked.

“You, your mother, the Heavenly Demon, and the wizard… are swayed by meaningless emotions. That’s why they die like garbage.”

Camellia was no longer able to fight because of her tears. Then… Killing that bastard was my only role.

“Hey Lancelot.”

“Hmm…”

His gaze turned to me.

“You’re the worst trash I know. And it’s my creed that trash should be cleaned up by the person who sees it.”

“That’s a pretty good creed. But what can you do if you can’t even use great magic, and can only use the weakened great magic written in the magic book?”

“hahahaha… You idiot… It’s not that you can’t use great magic. You just can’t handle the aftermath.”

“That’s absurd. I think that’s what it is.”

What was damaged in Werner’s magic circuit was not the organ that activated the great magic. Immediately after activating the great magic, it was an organ that served as a cooler to cool the burden on the body.

In other words, the activation itself was possible.

“I can use it at least once if I’m prepared to fuck my body…?”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting. Even if it’s a great magic, it’s a magic that makes me mistaken for being able to kill me with just one shot… I’d like to see it for later.”

“I’m sorry, sister. I think we’ll have to die together.”

Then Camellia nodded silently and grabbed Lancelot’s arm. It seemed to prevent him from making useless resistance.

A magic that only Werner can use, by resonating and using the magic of ten attributes at once.

“Ars Magia.”