I Became the Snow Woman I Made - I Became the Snow Woman I Made chapter 57

57 – The dead under the moonlight (3)

······The road to the Holy Land where Quilière left.

As if a storm had passed, the kneeling knight flinched in the desolate street.

The Black Knight, Chandra Pale.

The black armor, which had many flaws from countless battles, was still intact, but it could not protect him.

With his broken posture, he thought hard.

“…It’s beyond imagination.”

What comes to mind is a woman who resembles eyes.

The saintess who defeated the black calamity.

Of course she knew it was a river, but she still saw hope until she defeated the dead of the waves.

The scene where the air was embroidered with ice sculptures like a dreamy painting was truly spectacular, but if that was the case, it was worth a try.

“Was that carelessness the problem…”

As if laughing at that arrogance, Quilière gave himself the greatest humiliation.

She didn’t even know how.

Just as she laughed at her sheep, she pressed one hand on her shoulder.

But an unbearable shudder wrapped around her whole body.

She just touched her hand and she didn’t resist.

“It’s not magic. No great magic can produce such power. It’s just a hand on her shoulder… Just with that delicate touch.”

This is how I collapse.

It was impossible to resist the feeling of ‘touching the world’.

First defeat.

No, if it includes the black catastrophe, is it the second?

It wasn’t particularly important.

The moment I experienced that sensation, I couldn’t even think of a black catastrophe.

“I couldn’t even be an opponent. … I guess so.”

What is this feeling that fills the inside?

Chandrapale struggled to awaken his foggy mind.

It was a certain satisfaction.

Or it was something unreasonable.

It was an emotion that the Dark Knight did not know.

“… Mister, are you okay?”

Then a voice mixed with concern was heard.

When I slightly raised my head, I saw Paley with a worried expression.

“Can you wake up?”

“No problem.”

Chandrapail struggled to get himself up.

His legs trembled, but it was no big deal.

It must have been a power adjustment.

Right after that, intrusive voices pierced my ears.

“Don’t move from there!”

“Criminals, obey the arrest!”

The culprits were the knights aiming their swords.

The prestigious Radiant Knights of the Great War.

“The crime of attacking the saintess is so disrespectful. You blasphemous black knight.”

“·······.”

The black knight touched the ghost sword without answering.

What should I do?

“…It is right to get rid of the obstruction.”

A belief that I have lived with all this time.

However, before he could act, Quilière’s words revived.

─Stupid. Not crazy

It was a vicious remark thrown at himself who refused to change.

At the time, I was very reluctant to say it, but now, for some reason, a smile leaked out.

“·······.”

He swallowed a small laugh.

The knights and Paley made mysterious faces.

He was defeated.

You achieved the one duel you wanted.

It was an overwhelming defeat that could not be denied, but what was gained was an inexplicable relief.

“You’re stupid.”

I wouldn’t have paid much attention to it before, but it was the advice of someone who defeated me.

It was worth listening to.

“······You won, Quilière.”

The Black Knight no longer called her her monster. Urbos ran near him as he murmured softly.

Hee hee hee ──!

He didn’t harm anyone.

He didn’t even think to let me know what it meant to point a sword at him. He just jumped on top of the galloping Black Toma with Paley in his arms.

With that, Chandra Pale left the city.

The Great War of Chelmbard.

A rare guest came to a key institution that oversees the great and small affairs of the kingdom.

The sacred hall in the deepest part of the temple.

“·······.”

In the most sacred room used by Archbishops and Paladins, Quilière was sitting expressionless.

Her two ambassadors stared at her.

After some silence.

Archbishop Sariel, with her radiant blonde hair, said.

“Nice to meet you, Saint Quilier.”

There was no way they, the apex of the kingdom, did not know about the rumored saintess.

Among them, Sariel was curious about the saintess, and when she saw it in person, she couldn’t stop her admiration.

This beauty and natural grace.

It was the character of a noble person that mere ordinary people couldn’t.

“·······.”

When Quilière did not answer, Archbishop Netach opened his mouth this time.

“Heh heh. From the black catastrophe to the recent cataclysm of the dead, we can’t help but admire the saintess’ performance.”

“… That’s right.”

“Yes. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you sooner.”

Both of them knew that some people described the rumored saint as the savior.

However, from the perspective of the Great Bridge, the nickname was too grandiose.

I shouldn’t have dared to use the word ‘lord’ carelessly.

“By the way, may I ask where you were from? If you’re from Astar, there’s no way you didn’t know about it at the temple.”

The owner of such a talent should have been discovered long ago. While Netach, who was interested, asked questions, Quilière was not interested in them at all.

“······Hmm.”

All she wants is peace for herself. She hated

She hated disaster, and she hated having to bear the burden and duty of being revered as a saint.

So she had to insist on the highest efficiency.

“If you wish to become a naturalized citizen—”

“Do you know who is the ringleader of this uprising?”

After earning only the stall, they run away to the snowy field.

To do so, she had to tidy up her interior so she wouldn’t have to come back to the church.

A dry tone that seems to reflect that psychology.

The ambassadors tilted their heads before speaking together.

“It must be the Dark Saints.”

“The seed of that calamity regards our country as a thorn in the eye. This is nothing new.”

Netach’s smirk continued.

“Well, this incident was unusually large-scale, but fortunately, with the help of the saintess, it was passed without major damage. hehehe. Indeed, even that personality…”

“The Dark Saints are not a disaster.”

Quilière’s cold tone cut off his joke. Unnecessary words were worthless.

A secret society that follows disaster, the Dark Saints Association.

It is true that they are crazy people, but they are fundamentally different from catastrophes.

Even if the dead are mixed, are they just mere creatures?

Quilière pointed out a point that the two archimandrites failed to point out.

“But how did you deal with the dead?”

“… Uh.”

Sariel and Netach blinked in agony.

That was true.

How could a mere human manage the dead?

“The culprit is the founder of the Dark Saints’ Association, the head of the Saints’ Association.”

“Lord of the Saints Association…!”

The eyes of the two widened slightly.

They also knew about the existence of Hoeju.

However, his strength and agility were not common, so he could not catch the current event.

Quilière’s blue eyes burned.

“It knows how to handle the power of the moon. It raises the dead with the power of the dawn full of negative energy.”

It was a fact that I knew because of the setting.

Even in the era of a thousand years later, Hoiju existed.

A powerful named villain.

Of course, it wasn’t Clavia, and from that clue, it was possible to surmise that the mask had been changed all along.

“I’m going to catch the church leader.”

“······!”

A shocking declaration.

The ambassadors opened their mouths in amazement.

“Do you know who he is?!”

“However, the size of the Dark Saints’ Association is by no means small. Besides, neither the home base nor the details have been revealed…”

Quilière silently faced the doubts and surprises of the two.

Then he rolled a name on his tongue.

······Clavia.

Clavia Well Dayra.

How long did he build up his strength and build his position?

However, that was all there was to it.

I’ve already planned to get rid of her.

“So cooperate.”

Instead of an explanation, arrogant words spewed out as if he would not accept counterarguments.

But she had no reason to refuse.

Staring at Quilière’s blue eyes, the two archimandrites nodded blankly.

·······.

I got out of Daeshinjeon.

Nell and Lucia, who were waiting at the entrance, were delighted to see me.

Nell came over and asked.

“What do they say? They don’t say anything strange, do they?”

“Yes.”

Unlike Clavia, they were proper ambassadors.

Since I sincerely believed in God, I did not neglect me, who was treated as a saint.

After that, Lucia also started talking to her.

“As the saintess said, we sent the dead from the graveyard back to the soil with all our might. I don’t know how you knew about it, but… I thank you as a priest of the Church.”

“…It’s nothing special.”

Lucia bowed her head in a dignified manner.

Her image was greatly different from her first impression. Even if she has a slightly arrogant side, is her heart for her motherland true?

Nell sighed and shook his head as if he was annoyed.

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“Those cockroaches. They used to do that, but now they bring the dead. It’s insane.”

“That’s right. Those crazy cultists.”

The sum of the two women who cursed the Dark Saints was well matched.

Well, I understood that sentiment.

It’s really like a mass of continental cancer.

“Anyway, is the fuss over now? They’ve been hit too, so let’s keep quiet for a while.”

“I can’t let you keep quiet.”

Unless they are annihilated, they will cause harm to the end. Nell, who had a tired expression on his face, raised her gaze.

“Nell.”

I said.

“Huh?”

“Lucia.”

“Yes?”

It was after the snow stopped before I knew it.

Faced with the dazzling sunlight, I chanted to the two with clear eyes.

“I have something for you to do.”

Before I knew it, dusk had settled down on the main road of the Holy Land.

Citizens who had made a fuss over the series of incidents quietly returned to their homes.

A lonely street.

Wibarta died, Quilière and the Black Knight left, and Paladin and Artan were wary of each other and separated.

There was a man standing on a roof where all sorts of things happened overnight.

“·······.”

Swordsman Harold Grypheon.

His face was blank as he arrived late after Artan.

“What is this all about?”

The muttering he spat out was also dazed.

As he came with the ‘minor purpose’ of finding out who the prince had a crush on, he couldn’t keep up with the series of developments.

From the dead, enemies of mankind, to the Dark Saints, to some monstrous black knight.

There was no such thing as a gag, but the one that stood out by far was a woman with one eye.

“············Quillier said.”

It was barely memorable.

A mysterious woman who taught the young prince in the past. Because of her beauty and the dignity of her words and actions, she still had a fairly clear memory of her.

However, inside Harold, that was all.

So she was quite shocked to witness her colossal feat.

“Who is she?”

If you noticed her, you could suddenly know that the rumored saintess was her.

She is probably also the target of Artan’s admiration.

Then, should I go to Quilière and convince him?

You want the prince’s heart back?

“Ha ha…”

I burst into laughter.

When she hears that too, she will click her tongue in disapproval.

It was unlikely that she, who had admonished the sheep boy for being pathetic and judged the dead with her noble manners, would dwell on her mere strokes and political fights.

What the hell.

“What happened to the world while I was stuck in the Empire?”

She witnessed one unheard of scene after another, making her head dizzy.

She herself has been concentrating on training as a sword master and has solidified her position for decades.

Maybe she should have had more experience with the world.

“······Now what?”

Successfully arranges an arranged marriage regardless of whether it is the crown prince or his lover.

I came here only with that one thought, but I don’t know what to do now.

Growling—

“·······.”

At that time, an unusual sound came from the ship.

Since they traveled from the Empire to the Kyonguk at high speed, they were hungry enough.

“Let’s fill the stomach first.”

Harold let out a sigh and quickly left.

When even that disappeared, the middle of the city center, which had never had a windy day, became really quiet.