I Became the Villain of a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 155



155 – Cogs (2)

[Is the story over?]

Everybody trembled at the voice that came from the darkness.

There was no emotion in his voice. I felt neither anger nor sadness, as if I knew everything that would happen. When I turned my head to the place where I heard the sound, there was something that naturally became one with the darkness.

What the red burning eyes showed them was fear, one of the most primitive human emotions. What had been buried deep in their hearts while transcending humans a long time ago came to their heads again.

Escape and excuses burned white in my head the moment I met those eyes.

The moment I thought I had to do something, it disappeared under the weight of a huge emotion called fear. The cardinals in their seats stiffened on the spot, drooling, like people losing their senses.

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Bang-!

As the old man sitting in the most prestigious seat kicked the round table at the Archbishop, there was a sound as loud as its weight.

Only then did the cardinals come to their senses, rise from their seats, and draw out their respective weapons.

There was no signal of attack. The old man who got up first grabbed his sword and ran forward, so others followed him.

Amidst the wreckage of the broken Round Table, you can see the Archbishop in good shape. It, which had previously shown no emotion, was smiling at the five cardinals rushing towards it.

At this, the cardinals felt goosebumps running through their bodies and swung their weapons.

Indiscriminate attacks, which cannot be said to have passed, are pouring down on the archbishop.

They were strong people who were hard to beat even if they were superhuman, and the attack they threw with all their might was in itself the embodiment of the word destruction. It would suffice for now that their goals are focused on one single thing.

However, the one standing in front of the cardinals was not worthy of being called a human being.

Kwagagagagang-!!!

With a roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, the aftermath of the collision of mighty power swept across the Great Hall.

The wave of power that swallowed even the space made it impossible to know what was there. The space that has been called the sacred ground of the church for a thousand years has disappeared.

Except for the place where the Archbishop stood.

The appearance of the land pouring alone in a place that was exactly spherical and open was a deformed appearance to anyone. However, what was important to them was not the change of terrain. After receiving all the attacks from the cardinals, the Archbishop’s appearance was as clean as the first time.

The cardinal looked up at the archbishop, covered in dust, and the archbishop looked down at it, like a master and a slave. It wasn’t just a feeling. It was once again impressed upon the minds of the cardinals that in reality their condition was that of slaves rebelling against their masters.

They prepared to attack once again, frowning at the fact that their full-force attack had gone awry.

It has already been overturned and there is no turning back. In order not to kill the rebellious slave, the rebellion had no choice but to succeed.

Unlike before, the cardinals were not ruled by fear. Is the desire to live overcoming fear?

[Pair.]

Pick-

【Huh?】

However, the body of a cardinal who was preparing for an attack exploded as their mental growth was overshadowed.

I didn’t even question, let alone fear, about what had happened without any warning. Before his head could accept the fact that his colleague had exploded in front of his eyes, his body, who had been watching this, also exploded, spreading blood everywhere, just like his colleague.

[Pair.]

The sound they heard was not the sound of the archbishop’s hands. The archbishop was making such a sound effect by nurturing, like a child playing a prank. However, the results of such prank-like behavior were shocking.

At the Archbishop’s act of clapping his hands in the air as if catching and killing insects, the cardinals died like insects.

[Pair. Match. Lame…]

【Stop!!!!】

Since there were no other people around the old man, his words were meaningless. Does that mean you want to live? Perhaps that wasn’t the case, but the old man roared and rushed at the archbishop.

As if to prove that he was not the cardinal who devoted himself to the order for nothing, he was the only one who was able to reach the archbishop, shining like a comet when others were dying like worms. Along with the divinity, sword energy that cut through space poured from his sword.

The old man’s sword must have reached the extreme of the sword technique he had learned.

The intangible curtains surrounding the archbishop were slashed by his sword.

[Great. Cain]

The Archbishop gave his praise to the old man in front of him with a clear voice, his throat dangling from the stabbing of the sword.

But what does such praise mean now? The old man looked at it with a dejected face and muttered like this.

【hahahaha… Such crazy…】

[Perfect.]

***

The sun was already high in the sky.

I was sitting on the gymnasium left alone, organizing the stories it had told me in my head.

Actually, the story it told me wasn’t so complex that it needed to be sorted out. It just took me time to accept and understand.

It called itself Polaris.

Even in the novels, he was always called the archbishop, so this is probably the first time he’s heard of his name. Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s the Archbishop’s name, Polaris or Polyester.

I don’t know who heard it, but personally, as a conversation partner, Polaris was better than the Altair I met in the Great War.

Both of them only communicated their thoughts to me, but Polaris allowed me to ask questions even if they avoided answering, so the only difference between them and Altair was that, but isn’t mutual communication the most important thing in a conversation? It didn’t force me to do anything.

“The church is ruined…”

The story it told me was twofold.

One of them was a shocking story in many ways, that the cult of the pagans, which I had long considered the main enemy, would disappear.

Why did the Archbishop, who can be said to be the owner of the church, tell me such a story?

I’m not the president who informs me that my company is about to go bankrupt. Isn’t it like advertising to a person who can be called an enemy that I’m ruined now?

I even thought about lying, but on the contrary, I realized that the archbishop had no reason to lie to me.

Although I am not the emperor of the empire, and I am from a prestigious family, I was still only in the position of Sogaju, so there was no influence to change the relationship between the church and the empire. Why would you lie to a guy like that?

Is it my mistake to hear the archbishop’s remark that there is no need to worry about the Order anymore?

For some reason, I thought that the archbishop would dismantle the church himself. I knew it didn’t make sense to myself, but that’s how it felt. Of course, the disappearance of the denomination will require verification, but at least I am confident that the archbishop will eliminate the denomination.

“The second problem.”

While it was shocking that the church was ruined, this was the least bit better.

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For me, the church was like a troublesome homework that had to be solved someday. I would be lying if I said that my homework was solved and I didn’t feel comfortable. The problem is that it was the archbishop of the church who delivered it…

The second story the archbishop told me was none other than the coming of the gods.

It didn’t tell me exactly which god would descend, but considering the date and time was the day the Holy Ghost Festival was held, and the person telling me this was a pagan archbishop, the answer seemed to be out there.

The guy said that the foreign press and Altair would face each other at the Holy Spirit Festival.

If this is the case, then the reason why the archbishop is dissolving the church is understandable. The church was a place that existed for the advent of foreign gods, in fact, if the god had already descended, he would not have to continue to exist.

Because of this, I thought that maybe I was the foreign press they were talking about, but soon I put that assumption aside. Altair had already nailed me as a warrior in the great palace of the imperial castle, and above all, the archbishop said that I came from outside, because he said it separately from foreign media.

Anyway, it was clear that the Archbishop told me this and that Altair descended in front of me for some other reason, the same as the two. Altair wanted me to become a hero. Then, what did the archbishop want me to be?

As I was thinking about this, I felt the direction of my thoughts drifting in one direction or another. It was a truth I had never had in mind until now.

‘Perhaps the foreign press…’

I shook my head at the thought that suddenly entered my head.

Let’s not think too soon. Even if there is a possibility, it is just a possibility.

But I couldn’t abandon that possibility.

I already knew that the possibility was the most important gear in finding the answer.

As expected, as soon as the vacant place is filled, the guesses and clues so far mesh together and move toward a single truth. Although there were a few sloppy places, it was the most plausible answer.

After thinking about her, I turned her head toward her mansion where she was supposed to be. Were you trying to play a joke? When I went to my room, he was standing on the balcony and looking at me with a pouty face. At this, I smiled at her and erased her thoughts so far.

“…If that’s the case, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

No matter what the truth is, it was already decided how I would behave.