I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 63



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#63 Open your mouth (5)

“Are you saying that you’re going to receive a trust there?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Brilliant lights were rising from the temple.

And outside the temple, there were knights guarding the place.

“Hmm…”

Why did they have so many knights waiting?

There were more than one or two places to go.

Because wherever troops could be waiting, there were paladins.

“You’ve prepared a lot.”

It took quite some time to organize them all.

Looking at the situation now, it seemed like there was a bunch here too.

“Let’s see… that guy… and that guy too…”

Swish –

I turned my head and saw the knights following me.

Shudder.

“Ha…Do you have anything to say?”

Their attitude was extremely polite.

It must be the feeling of a sinner, realizing that the people they followed were wrong.

And I also thought I heard Ilia’s voice.

“There are a lot of us too?”

The situation is that all the troops they had prepared have arrived.

That wasn’t all.

“I thought you were a decent person…”

Clearly more people than the hidden troops.

There were the Pope’s knights waiting to be called to the temple at any time.

“Hey, Allure.”

“Yes, Chris.”

“I’ll pick them up, so catch them all.”

Do these people know that there is a traitor in their group?

Seeing them looking at each other, I thought they had a rough idea.

“There are three guys next to the pillar over there.”

chuck-

chuck-

The knights moved according to Aluard’s instructions.

“Among the people in front of the temple over there… all of those people over there are bad guys.”

“I… mean everything?”

“That’s right. And… the five in the middle under that pillar.”

Chuck –

It would have been difficult to find the mixed livers.

So that’s why it’s all mixed up like that.

It looked so good to my eyes.

“Those people over there…”

“I’ll catch them all.”

“No, they’re on our side. Talk to them.”

One group of people seemed to have a very dark and ulterior motive.

People who are so cunning that the feeling itself is beyond compare.

“We have to catch those guys first.”

I caught one of the knights trying to run away.

“The uncle is here.”

“…yes?”

This guy had terrible luck.

Strictly speaking, you could call it the Three Calamities.

It was also the period when the three calamities were coming to an end, so everyone had to be careful.

“If you wear a mask, you’ll get hurt.”

In the old days, you had to be careful even of falling leaves.

When I looked closely, I saw that he was carrying all kinds of misfortune with him.

So, you must have gotten deeply involved in a strange place.

“by the way…”

The problem was divine power.

I thought the scattered divine power would disappear, but that wasn’t the case.

“…”

Divine powers were floating in the sky.

It seemed like neither Aluard nor the other priests felt it···.

The flow felt so clear.

“It doesn’t feel like the airship is coming down…”

Should I say that it is a salt imbued with divine power···.

It feels like he’s pointing somewhere rather than trying to say something.

The shape was still vague.

I felt like there wasn’t enough sheep.

Even in the temple, divine power was constantly rising to the sky and filling the space.

“This is a bit strange…”

This is not something to be taken lightly.

This is a problem that could lead to big trouble if done wrong.

I lifted the bell as I looked in front of the temple where the battle was taking place.

Daughter –

My body swayed slightly and my vision became blurry.

“I’m afraid of the aftermath…”

Salt that is starting to be read more and more.

After concentrating hard and concentrating, I finally confirmed the truth and opened my mouth.

“Opening your mouth…is this what it means?”

***

It was a sacred scene.

Everyone was praying with their hands together, and divine power was surging from their entire bodies.

All of these things flowed toward the holy objects placed on the altar.

A sword used by saints and saintesses for generations.

A symbol given by God.

It was a holy relic.

‘In the end, the trust…’

The Pope’s two hands were clasped together.

This is a moment when distracting thoughts should not be allowed to creep in.

But it was inevitable that I felt regret.

Because it was obvious what would happen if the trust did not come down.

‘I hope they don’t cross the line…’

Berthe, who has truly revealed her true feelings.

I could feel Berthe’s gaze on me so much that it made the back of my head tingle.

The Pope and the people here already knew.

That the trust would not come down.

Because there was no change even though time passed.

Just as the Pope was about to return to prayer.

Breaking my concentration, Berthe’s voice flew in.

“Ah…! God…! Why do you ignore our voices…!”

Ouch.

“Is it because our hearts are lacking… or is it…”

After catching his breath, Berthe finally opened his mouth.

With a truly heartbreaking face.

“Is it because we consorted with heretics…”

“How insolent! At what time of the year do you open your mouth?”

Klein’s fiery anger erupted.

Because it was something I absolutely could not bear.

“I, too, cannot help but feel sad.”

It was a truly disgusting expression.

If a stranger had seen him, he would not have been able to refrain from praising him as a true priest.

“If the trust does not come down, then…”

Berthe’s eyes turned red.

“Isn’t it because God has a reason to turn His back on us…”

“Shut your mouth right now.”

“For example… something like the unclean object that Hans, a disciple of Sir Klein, has.”

At Berthe’s words, Klein and Hans’ bodies froze.

It was the same with the Pope, who was looking at the Holy Sword.

It was a shock to all three of them to learn of something that had been kept a closely guarded secret.

“I know that you have trapped an innocent soul in a bottle.”

“…”

“If there is a priest who did such a thing, how can an oracle be handed down?”

Berthe’s eyes glared at the Pope’s back.

“The same goes for the priests who overlooked it.”

Instead of the prayers that should have resonated, a murmur spread.

They were those who stood on Berthe’s side, with the Pope as the standard.

“….”

Klein knew.

No matter what I say now, their attitude won’t change.

It seemed like something that was planned.

‘Is this what you prepared?’

Who would have thought that this would happen if I brought you here to purify your soul.

Isn’t this really tricky?

The atmosphere gradually shifted towards Berthe.

“It is not something that can be easily overlooked in these times when necromancers are on the move.”

“you’re right.”

“Detaining innocent souls?”

“Isn’t that what necromancers do?”

Berthe appealed to the Pope.

“Your Holiness, before I receive your oracle, there is something I must first resolve.”

Berthe continued speaking before anyone else could intervene.

“I believe this is something I absolutely must go through in order to receive the trust. Please allow me to speak.”

“…”

The Pope slowly turned and looked at Berthe.

Any action that desecrates a sacred place must be severely punished.

But that’s what happens next.

It was the Pope’s intention not to create any controversy in this place.

“Speak.”

Berthe raised her bowed head and gestured.

Then the priest runs out.

He opened his mouth with a wrinkled face.

“I recently obtained an item believed to belong to necromancers.”

Klein and Hans’ faces hardened as they saw the object the priest took out.

A transparent bottle of liquor.

And the seeds that filled it.

The string wrapped around the bottle and the paper sandwiched between them looked very familiar.

Klein looked at Hans.

“….It’s not Chris’s. It’s in my arms.”

Whispering softly.

Klein also nodded and spoke softly.

“Don’t take it out, just stay still.”

Because it was obvious how things would turn out.

They brought a copy of that thing.

The priest continued speaking.

“Inside this artifact, made with evil black magic…”

“….”

“The soul is sealed.”

Sighs erupted from all over.

As expected, they were the ones standing in Berthe’s formation.

“It’s a magic that corrupts the soul and turns it into a monster.”

“Uh…”

At that moment, the priest opened the cap of the bottle he was holding.

“What are you doing now…”

A cloudy atmosphere flowing from an open bottle.

Soon the bottle broke, making a loud noise.

Clang –

A bottle bursting out of a priest’s hand.

A chilling scream echoed from there.

“…Be…Bensi…!”

The banshee that appeared was trembling.

It must be because I couldn’t be completely present in this place filled with divine power.

The priest reached out, paused, and opened his mouth.

“You can rest assured. Monsters cannot exert their power here.”

“….What kind of rude thing is this in a place where trust is being received!”

Despite Klein’s warning, the priest’s attitude was relaxed.

“The essence of this magic is to trap the soul in a bottle and gradually transform it into a monster.”

When Hans heard that, he couldn’t bear it any longer.

The role of the bottle was to provide a temporary resting place for the soul to be purified.

Just as he was about to scream, Klein stopped Hans.

“Stay still.”

“But Master…!”

“It’s a good thing, Father Hans also has something to do.”

The priest pointed to Hans with a triumphant look on his face.

“When we discovered the true nature of this black magic, we were astonished.”

Ouch.

“Because I saw Father Hans carrying something exactly like that bottle.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice burst out like a thunderbolt.

“Is that true?”

“Lord Klein will have to prove this.”

“For a priest to be carrying something like that around!”

The priests, with their mouths shut, looked at Klein with frustrated faces.

Why aren’t you responding at all?

The Pope also maintained the same attitude.

There was no other reason why they kept their mouths shut.

Because this place was originally like that.

A place where nothing else can be heard except prayer.

Klein opened his mouth softly.

“I report to Your Majesty.”

The Pope and Klein’s eyes met.

It’s time to end this unfunny play.

They’re forcing the character in the Saint’s Revelation into being a necromancer.

Klein stepped forward, clenching his fists.

“I will take this opportunity to punish all the traitors today…”

Kwaaang –

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened with a loud noise.

It was natural that everyone’s eyes turned there.

“I suddenly smelled something bad, and it turned out to be a virgin ghost sitting there.”

The banshee trembled in fear.

And intense eyes swept over the people.

“Those bastards also have a lot of divine power.”

Daughter –

“This should be enough to welcome the soon-to-be-born saint.”