I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party - I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party chapter 165

165 – Demon King Belphegor (4)

Demon King Belphegor (4)

The strength of the Legion Commander First was simpler and clearer than I thought, so I understood it quickly.

A power with clear advantages and disadvantages in blood flow manipulation.

It is versatile and powerful, but at the same time comes with a clear price: it requires the use of one’s own blood.

If you abuse your strong power, you may end up in a state of self-contradiction due to anemia.

But the mere presence of risk makes its strength seem absurd.

At that moment, wasn’t Esmeralda so shocked that she dropped the Holy Sword from just a single drop of blood?

She was the one who even blocked Eleven’s sword that had set foot on transcendence.

But, it was possible to produce that much power with just simple blood flow manipulation, not even with the power of a transcendent being.

If he were to use visible amounts of blood, Esmeralda would be unable to protest.

Yes, for example… … .

“Does that make sense?”

Just like the current situation where the entire sky is dyed in blood.

Esmeralda muttered in despair. The strength of the First. The power of the Transcendent. It was the kind that strengthened the unique abilities of vampires.

He completely erased the shortcomings of blood flow manipulation by dyeing the sky itself with his own blood.

The ability to effortlessly create an amount of blood that would not be enough to drain one’s entire body.

Blood Heaven.

Every single raindrop falling from the sky has the power to kill Esmeralda instantly.

I knew that First was strong. Wasn’t he famous to begin with?

But I never imagined that it would have such a lethal ability.

“mother.”

A situation where you just can’t help but curse.

Esmeralda fixed her numb hands and looked up at the sky.

Esmeralda was completely bruised just defending against First’s attacks. No one, except Robeno, could even come near her.

But what hurt her the most was something else.

“… … You told me to help you or something, but what are you doing?”

“… … .”

Robeno’s gaze, as if he was forced to carry a burden.

Esmeralda was experiencing indirectly how difficult it had been for Jim at the party.

A gap greater than expected.

Rather than bothering the opponent, he is just getting hurt in the whale fight.

“… … From now on, I will prove that I can do it well.”

Esmeralda, cornered, first displayed unfounded confidence, one of the characteristics of a warrior.

And the fate she bore was powerful enough to make such baseless confidence a reality.

‘maybe.’

It was Esmeralda’s wish.

***

Although she had suddenly accepted Lacrima, Irina was simply perplexed. There was no way to cure her.

My heart was pierced. My focus was blurry and my breathing was stopping.

But, since she was a saint, she could have tried to use her divine powers to revive the knights… … .

‘For the demons, divine power is nothing but poison.’

That’s an impossible opponent.

The demons are strong.

Their physical abilities are incomparable to those of humans.

And in return, you cannot receive divine power into your body.

The reason they are strong in the first place is because they adapt to the environment of the demon world and survive while being addicted to demonic energy.

Irina can’t do it.

“… … .”

Because of that realistic problem, one conclusion naturally came to Irina’s mind.

There is nothing she can do anyway. The warriors Esmeralda and Robeno have started attacking the First and have no time to worry about this.

‘Yes, that’s right. It can’t be cured in the first place and there’s no reason to treat it.’

Then, is there really a need to waste energy here? Even if Esmeralda and Robeno join forces right now, it will be difficult to defeat First.

It would be barely possible to fight with the help of himself and Milia.

Rather than wasting energy on something that is impossible, it might be better to give up early and support both of them.

‘Yes, if you support the warrior without the second noticing… … .’

That is a realistic judgment.

And she is the only one who knows how to make realistic judgments in a party of warriors who only dream of ideals.

If it weren’t for her, the warrior party would have fallen apart long ago.

Yeah, someone had to do it and she took on that role.

A choice to abandon the minority for the majority, even if it means being criticized.

Isn’t this something you’ve always done?

That day, the day I decided to shoulder the Cheonshin Order as a saint of the Cheonshin Order.

Wasn’t she willing to wallow in ugliness?

“… … .”

However, Irina could do nothing but just look down at Lacrima who was lying there in a daze.

You have to make a realistic judgment.

Moreover, the one who threw himself out to save himself was a demon.

She is the person who hates the Demon Race more than anyone else.

Yeah, I’m sure that’s true… … .

“Come to your senses… Come to your senses. I told you to come to your senses, even if it’s just for a moment! If you just blankly stare like this, you might just die!”

Before she knew it, she found herself struggling to close Lacrima’s wounds.

Why? Why is it like this?

Why did you make such a foolish decision instead of a rational one?

Irina’s red clothes have long been stained red with Lacrima’s blood.

Even though you’re up against an outrageous monster called First, you don’t even look at it.

And Irina, who realized that fact belatedly, became aware.

‘Something… has changed.’

When? In what interval? For what reason?

I don’t know. I don’t have time to think about it.

Irina started doing the best she could.

Even if you can’t use divine power, you can still wrap bandages, pour potions, and tap blood vessels.

Yeah, that’s all I can do.

“… … .”

This can’t go on.

Don’t give in to impulse. If you decide to do something, do it with certainty.

The best she can do.

Efforts to save people.

“Mr. Lacrima.”

Irina’s hasty movements stopped. In that split second, she was able to recall something.

The reason why you have changed.

-Faith and love are different.

that day.

The day I retrace my steps that had been moving hastily.

-That sentiment is admirable, but let’s not be impatient and take it slow.

She was forgiven.

She thought she would never be forgiven, and swore that even if she didn’t, she would never lose her faith.

-That thought alone was enough to comfort me.

She was able to be forgiven by the god she served.

Yes, she no longer denies herself. She does not consider herself unlovable because she is a sinner.

Because what she can do is not a faith that blindly pours out love, but a love that is reciprocated.

-Can you please match my stride?

That day. The day we confirmed our feelings for each other.

-Of course, my lady.

That she could be acknowledged and also forgiven.

That’s why the things she did and the efforts she made were not denied.

“There is only one way to save you. It is something I don’t want to reveal to anyone and it is something I never want to do again.”

“what……?”

Lacrima answered Irina’s earnest voice as she gently caressed her cheek.

She, who had been dying without saying a word, suddenly opened her mouth and answered.

She didn’t want to die either. Of course not.

But at the same time, she knew that she had no hope of surviving.

So I was just dying quietly in pain.

But this time it was different.

“Can you… save me…?”

“Yes, I need your skills for that.”

Irina’s voice was full of conviction and a determination to save him.

Just a moment ago, all she could do was hastily close her wounds, but now she seemed to have found the answer and became calm.

I had no choice but to believe it. I had no choice but to open my mouth even in pain.

She wanted to live. She wanted to live and be with Robeno.

“Right Now…….”

Irina spoke to Lacrima with a determined face.

“Make a lost heart into a fantasy magic.”

“what……?”

Lacrima tilted her head.

I knew what Irina was trying to do. Her power. The power to turn imagination into reality.

If you use it, you can create a new heart and survive without having to regenerate your heart.

But, it is impossible.

“Look at me now… … . Who would believe that… … ?”

No, even if you believe me, it’s a problem.

It’s her heart. It’s a part of her body that’s located in an invisible place.

If you create it with someone else’s imagination, it can cause physical problems.

That is, in order to create your own heart, you must have the condition of believing in the illusion you have created.

This is ridiculous.

“No, I’ll make you believe it. I can make it happen, so stop talking nonsense and just use your illusion magic!”

But there is someone who can make it possible.

There is a person who has lived wearing a mask in front of people for more than half his life.

Although she was considered a perfect saint in the eyes of others, in reality she was an extremely ugly being.

He even hated himself and was on the verge of collapse because of it.

A person who deceives others and causes them to misunderstand by inducing their stream of consciousness.

“My specialty is messing with people’s heads.”

Irina laughed self-deprecatingly.

I hated myself for having such a special ability, but that ability was exactly what I needed right now.

Brainwashing Lv. 32

Incitement Lv. 31

Torture Lv. 40

Intimidation Lv. 47

Evidence that she had played with people’s minds. However, right now, that ability was the most suitable ability to save people.

“I will brainwash you into believing that illusion.”

Saint Irene decided to listen again to her own ugliness, which had led her to ruin.

There was no need to hesitate.

I wasn’t afraid of being caught and blamed by someone.

She has already been forgiven.

The person she most wanted to ask for forgiveness from was the one who forgave her.

So I didn’t deny it.

His own ugliness.

“Trust me.”