I Became the Dark Wizard Who Rules Over the Heroines - Chapter 84



84 – Flame-11

Wilhelm also had a pure time.

‘God, take this weak spirit with your hand, protect me with mercy even though I am in the midst of corruption and temptation…’

I prayed. He practiced. None of them were easy.

‘Huh, huh, haha…’

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He struck thousands of sword strikes. Wilhelm himself was his most strict instructor.

If there was even the slightest delusion in my mind as I struck down my sword, I pulled myself together again and again.

He was a paladin. He is a person who practices to fight against the ugliest.

Even if he compromises with power, he does not swing his sword at ugly things.

There was no way his sword would be pointed at civilians. It was always used to erase the horrible and disgusting people who deserved to die and would be better off disappearing from this world.

As such, he had no choice but to suffer even more.

He could not have numerous women, fine clothes, or luxurious bedding that knights with such power would normally have.

Not only was there no one to give those things to Wilhelm, but even if he did, there was no time to enjoy them.

Prayer was more arduous than training.

He had to calm his heated body and give his all to God.

He had to erase all his distracting thoughts and leave everything to God.

It wasn’t always easy, and that’s why I had no choice but to do it even more.

The reason he was able to endure it all was because of his belief that he was’doing the right thing.’

Every time he moves, the world gets a little better. It brings smiles to the faces of those who are suffering. The evil people disappear, and God is happy.

That’s how I trained, that’s how I fought. He built a reputation for his unyielding bravery, achieved success through the strength he built up through endless training, and earned respect through his sincere faith and attitude to life.

As a paladin, he lived a successful life.

The reason he had doubts was because of just one fight.

“Stand back, fallen knight.”

It was a fight to kill the warlock. In order to eradicate a group of warlocks who committed a terrible crime, he personally took up the sword.

However, one of the Paladins who advanced as an advance team blocked his path.

“Wilhelm, trust me. This kid was just… “Just caught up.”

Wilhelm slightly turned his eyes and looked at the hidden warlock.

The force was not that strong. The evil deed would also not have been great.

However, evil must be rooted out. The young warlock that he saved because he could not overcome his personal feelings his his his could end up spreading that evil spirit to future generations decades later.

“A human being was once tainted by evil. The corruption must be purified.”

Must be thorough. You should not give even the slightest leeway.

“Really, believe me! If we let this kid go now, there won’t be any problems.”

“My faith is unbreakable.”

The person standing in front was Wilhelm’s motivation.

He was far less faithful, sincere, and talented than Wilhelm. While Wilhelm ascended to a prominent position in the Inquisition in his middle years, he still remained a minor knight.

Even so, I never doubted him.

Although his ability and faith were inferior to others, he firmly believed that justice existed in his heart.

He was a colleague I had known for a long time. He was one of the few friends of Wilhelm, who did not have a wide circle of friends.

He never gave up his beliefs for personal gain, and although he was a little lazy, he never gave up on training.

He wasn’t brave enough to step into a swarm of enemies, but he wasn’t cowardly enough to abandon his comrades and run away in the middle of a battle.

So, Wilhelm could not understand him.

“Step back or I will kill you.”

This is corruption. Wilhelm had experienced this kind of corruption countless times.

Those who compromised with black magic used to justify their choice with all kinds of excuses.

It was easier to understand those who openly supported evil. Those who criticized the God we believed in as not actually being interested in us, or who worshiped the devil and cursed God, were killed without any need for conversation.

Even a sincere and pure knight or a faithful and noble nun could quickly become corrupted. To Wilhelm, who had cut down such people countless times, it was not something surprising or strange at all.

However, there were some who were a little more ambiguous. There were those who hid their corruption more cleverly.

There were people who tried to make excuses by saying that they felt sympathy, that they had questions about what they were doing, or that they could give them a little more leeway.

In the past, there were times when Wilhelm also worried about how to treat such people. Not now.

No matter how long their mouths became, in the end they were just corrupt people. They were just people who compromised with evil, defended those who used black magic, and would one day become one of them.

I was sad. The knight in front of me was Wilhelm’s friend

However, I could not show that sadness on the outside. Showing emotions in front of an enemy was weakness. Probate by the Heresy Inquisition was something he was not allowed to do.

“…Even if I try to stop you, you’ll probably die anyway.”

“If you understand that, step back. I will not question you for the sins you committed. If you fast and pray and repent of your sins, you will definitely be able to come back.”

Wilhelm thought he was committing a crime.

It’s hypocrisy. It’s deception. If a paladin who didn’t know him had committed such an act, he would have cut him down without even having this conversation.

You may need to pray for repentance. He may have to stand before God and apologize for giving in to his personal desires and failing to cut down his friend.

Nevertheless, Wilhelm wanted to give him one last chance.

The friend he knew was already gone. All that remains are the traces left behind by a middle-aged paladin.

I wanted to respect that. Even if he had fallen, even if the fellow Holy Knight he knew had disappeared from this world, he wanted to commemorate him.

“Then… “How about we make a bet?”

The middle-aged paladin looked kindly at the young warlock sitting next to him, then held his sword tightly.

“You always liked meaningless things like that.”

Among the Holy Knights in training, he was the one who almost got kicked out for playing dice.

Since there was no money at stake, it could have ended with a ‘strong reprimand’, and it was something that a Holy Knight should not have done.

“I’ll show you a cool technique. It’s the sword you’ve been training hard on.”

“…”

“If you think it hurts, you let that child go, and if it doesn’t hurt, you just do whatever you want. How about that?”

Wilhelm’s eyes were stained with disappointment.

“I expected it.”

It’s nonsense. It’s not worth listening to. It was disappointing.

Wilhelm bit his lip. His friend has become a common’corrupt paladin’that can be seen everywhere.

“I will protect your honor.”

Reporting to headquarters that a friend had fallen was quite a sad and disappointing thing.

It might be better to die honorably at the hands of a friend.

“…Okay.”

But after seeing what happened next, Wilhelm’s eyes couldn’t help but be filled with astonishment.

A brilliant light flowed from his sword

‘Condemnation…!’

To a pure person, it doesn’t harm a single hair, but if the opponent is a villain, it is no different from the light of death, impervious to any armor, protection, or magic.

The moment you use it, you must give up all defense. In any case, the middle-aged knight’s faith would not have been able to stop Wilhelm’s attack no matter what he did, but even so, he was far from doing his best to survive.

I saw his eyes

These are the eyes of someone who has prepared to die. These are the eyes of a man filled with sincerity and a sense of justice, without the slightest doubt about his own actions.

From the beginning, his purity was proven from the moment he wrote ‘condemnation’.

Wilhelm gained the power to use the technique quite early, but even within the Inquisition there were not many people who were honest, pure, and faithful enough to use it.

‘He was faithful enough to use that, so why…!’

However, I did not feel fear. Rather, the misunderstanding he was making was pitiful.

It is a sword that kills criminals. Wilhelm didn’t use that technique often, but numerous documents and evidence were already showing its effectiveness.

Most sinners are not judged by ‘condemnation.’ Even a fool who seduces a woman with a husband with his three-inch tongue and a bandit who normally robs the village and kills those who resist are not harmed by that attack.

Among the vicious, terrible, and evil warlocks who killed countless people and offered their blood as sacrifices, whose mere presence threatens the world, or the tyrants and thieves who killed similar people, there is no such thing as a great thief so cruel as to Stain an entire region with blood. Only then can you bleed after receiving that technique.

‘I… This me.’ ‘Do you think that I, who has always lived in front of God, will fall victim to that attack?’

The swords of the two people crossed. Wilhelm’s steel sword advanced towards the enemy’s heart, and the paladin’s radiant young sword advanced towards Wilhelm’s heart.

That light struck Wilhelm.

With immense pain he had never felt before.