Only I Am Immune to Magic - Only I Am Immune to Magic chapter 114

Chapter 114. Were you very frustrated?

“Is Archbishop Winkel alive?”

The prayer room of the Diocese of Dellore.

The handsome man with drooping eyes turned his head and shouted.

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“yes. Inquisitor. Obviously, the poison injection was successful, and I was crushed to death by a carriage without having to step out. however… … .”

The paladin, covered in dust as if he had just come from outside, hesitated and blurted out his words.

“however?”

The Heretic Questioner, Barus, could not stand his impatience and polished the article.

The knight continued his speech with an expression wondering if this was true.

“I wanted to exchange a few words with the defector, but he suddenly came back to life.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It may be hard to believe, but it is true. Obviously, the bones of the whole body were broken and even the skull was caved in, but it came back to life.”

“Um… … .”

Barus seemed nervous and walked around the narrow prayer room with his hands behind his back.

A week ago. He received secret instructions from the pope.

A terrifying order to annihilate Aaron and all forces behind him, even at the expense of the Archbishop’s life.

The plan was to use that as an excuse to destroy Oddhaken and Arnin if the archbishop died in the Oddhaken estate.

For the success of the plan, Winkel’s death was absolutely necessary.

But to hear that he, who had died, came back to life.

Things got messy from the start.

“What happened to the apprentice priests who performed the mission?”

“They are alive too.”

“Not good. It’s not good.”

All those involved in Winkel’s death were not from Delor, but those who had been sent from Zeroth on a separate mission.

It wouldn’t happen, but if they did reveal their plan, it would be dangerous to everyone here, not to mention Varus.

“They shouldn’t worry too much. Because there is a ban on it.”

“taboo?”

“yes. They are not simple apprentice priests, but are specially trained to die for the church at any time. They won’t open their mouths easily, and even if their will is taken away, they will die because of the ban.”

“Then I’m glad.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“… … We need to prepare our next plan.”

Varus paused for a moment and then stood up.

* * *

When I woke up, a sweet scent filled my nostrils.

Someone’s body odor that I’m used to.

“Nesty.”

Aaron opened his eyes, speaking in a cracked voice.

He was lying on Nesty’s lap.

The bright smile that I saw as soon as I opened my eyes and the soft feeling that touched my hair were not too bad.

“You finally woke up. How are you feeling?”

“Thanks to you, it’s easy.”

Aaron jumped up as if nothing really happened.

“How did you do it?”

“What?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You resurrected the deceased archbishop.”

Nesty said, narrowing her eyes.

two days ago. She clearly saw Vinkel, who was no different from a corpse, being revived by being enveloped in blue light.

Shortly thereafter, Aaron collapsed, and Vinkel picked him up and brought him back to his party.

“Strictly speaking, I am not dead. He treated me right before he died.”

“That is what it is. It was a wound so serious that neither the Pope nor I could do anything about it. The goddess was already preparing to take you.”

“… … Do you remember when I was brought back to life right before I died during the final battle with Asram?”

As if trying to bring out a secret he had stored inside, Aaron opened his mouth with a serious face.

“I remember.”

Nesty swallowed dryly and nodded.

At that time, Aaron was dying from being pierced through the chest by a large sword.

It was a thing of the past, but every now and then, when I thought of that miserable image, my heart would fall asleep without fail.

“It was then that I resonated with the water of life and realized how to rekindle the fading spark of life.”

Aaron said that and spread his hands.

After a while, an unknown blue air current rose through my fingers like a haze.

“… … !”

Nesty looked at it with surprised eyes.

Unlike the grace of the Sephiroth, the power of lively life.

Just looking at it seemed to energize my body.

“I have been vaguely feeling this power for a long time. And through the water of life in the Shadow Forest, I achieved the perfection of power.”

“… … After all, Sephirot-sama was not wrong.”

Nesty muttered with a flushed face.

In the meantime, the only one who resonated with the Tree of Life was Mia, a high elf hero with the alias of the manager of the World Tree.

However, humans who are not fairies resonate with the water of life and realize its power.

Indeed, he was a savior chosen by the Sephiroth.

[The target’s affinity has reached its maximum level.]

‘… … ?’

Aaron’s eyebrows twitched at the message that appeared before his eyes.

It seemed that the words that were roughly wrapped up to hide the rune unintentionally resonated.

‘A good thing is a good thing.’

Aaron smiled and looked around.

“By the way, where is this place?”

Inside a shabby room that looks like it needs repair here and there.

At best it looked nothing more than a farmer’s house.

“Hmm, hmm. This is the village where fake soldiers were hiding. This is the villager’s house.”

Nesty cleared her throat embarrassingly, then Aaron passed out and briefly told what had happened.

As soon as Vinkel was revived, he tied up the apprentice priests who were sitting next to the wagon and ordered the panicked paladins to attack.

The fake soldiers, who tried to escape by threatening only to take advantage of the chaos, were crushed by the paladins and Aaron’s party, who rushed at them.

After the battle, the Paladins decided that all of this was Odhaken’s plot and tried to arrest Aaron’s party.

But Vinkel stopped it.

He calmed down the rampaging paladins, saying that at times like this, we should be more cautious.

“Two days have passed since then. The villagers don’t know anything, and two of the three apprentice priests who harmed the archbishop bit their tongues and died. The other person who was forcibly saved is also pretending to be Odd Haken’s order.”

“okay.”

Aaron nodded, arranging his messy hair.

It is only natural that the villagers do not know anything since they were struck by lightning in the first place.

The problem is the apprentice priests who tried to kill the archbishop.

They know everything, but since they’ve been thoroughly trained to keep secrets to the point of biting their tongues and dying, they couldn’t open their mouths easily.

“Now, the time has come for you to act.”

“yes? me?”

Nesty made a dumbfounded expression at Aaron’s sudden statement.

* * *

kiik-

A dark warehouse without a single ray of sunlight.

The tightly closed door opened with a ghastly sound.

“… … .”

The apprentice, Mace, saw a bright light coming through the door.

But that was an illusion.

“Please don’t let anyone come until I come out.”

The Saint of Light, Nesty, told the paladin guarding the door.

“All right. Yes.”

The knight saluted politely and left his seat.

“hello. Priest Mace.”

Nesty locked the door to the storage room and walked towards Mace.

And put down the gray sack next to it, not knowing what it was in.

“… … .”

Mays lowered her head with her eyes tightly closed.

The Saint of Light has the uncanny ability to bewitch anyone she meets her eyes with.

If I looked at his face while I was careless, my heart would be relaxed without my knowledge, so I had to keep my mind tight.

“I heard that you stopped eating and drinking, so you must have become very exhausted.”

Nesty knelt down in front of Mace and wiped his face with her own hands.

The gentle voice and sweet breath intensely stimulated Mace’s five senses.

“You were very frustrated, right?”

After wiping away the sweat and dust, she took one more bite and even loosened the gag from her mouth.

Because he tried to bite his tongue whenever he had a chance, Vinkel swore never to loosen it, but he released it without hesitation.

As expected, since I didn’t have much outside experience, there were some immature corners.

“Keuk!”

As soon as the gag was lifted, Mace bit her tongue as if she had waited.

Along with the distant pain, the tongue was torn and a large amount of blood flowed out.

“Light.”

Instead of forcefully opening his mouth, Nesty silently put her hands together in prayer.

Then, the tongue, which had been spurting blood as if it would be cut off at any moment, stuck back and returned to its original state.

“Turn it off!”

Mace was greatly embarrassed, but then bit his tongue again.

“Light.”

Nesty continued to pray, whether it was or not.

The painfully torn tongue wound healed again.

“Huck, huck.”

Mace’s lips trembled and he took a deep breath.

Biting your tongue is so painful that it consumes a lot of mental energy.

If the saintess continued to heal no matter how hard she bit, it would be like torturing herself.

“How pitiful you are.”

The saintess’ mood changed rapidly.

The voice that seemed like the warm sunlight disappeared all of a sudden and was replaced by a cold voice like the wind in the harsh winter.

Mace instinctively realized.

That the person speaking now is not a saint.

“You are blinded by the light and cannot see the truth. Who gave you such a bright light?”

Ariel, the guide of light, asked again.

“… … .”

But Mace was still silent.

The gag was gone and his tongue was fine, but he was still staring at the ground like a mute.

“Did the Pope do that?”

flinch.

His motionless body trembled at the question that pierced him like an awl.

Ariel continued.

“If you do this, you can be embraced by the goddess, this is the way for the goddess. Did the Pope say that?”

“… … .”

“Is it the Light or the Pope that you truly serve?”

“… … It is light.”

“Did someone who knew that do something like this? Do you really think that is the way for the light?”

“I was ordered by Baron Oddhaken… … .”

“mace. The goddess is watching.”

Ariel stopped talking.

Mace flinched and fell silent, then spoke again after a while.

“I am only doing the will of the goddess, and I have no right to say anything else.”

His face, which didn’t seem to shake at all, was terribly distorted.

It means that you want to say something, but you can’t.

It was as Aaron expected.

Someone, most likely the pope, put a ban on them.

Horrible shackles of the mind that bring death upon uttering certain words.

That’s why Aaron asked Nesty to do this job.

“Light. Poor souls blinded by the light are here.”

Ariel immediately closed her eyes and began to pray.

“… … !”

Mace, who was silently listening to the prayer, felt the heavy weight weighing down on her chest disappear without a trace.

“If the pope were truly proud, there would be no reason to put shackles on those who were prepared to sacrifice for the goddess.”

After praying, Ariel got up from her seat and turned the sack that had been placed next to her upside down.

thud-

Something round and large fell with a dull sound.

“Hey!”

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Surprised, Mace forgot that he was even tied up and took a backward step, then collapsed.

it was a headache

A demon’s head much larger than a human’s, with hideous horns growing near its forehead.

“Do you know what this is?”

Ariel, no, Nesty said with a smile.

“Do you still think I was brainwashed?”

“… … !”

Mace, who inadvertently met her eyes, opened her mouth involuntarily.

There was no trace of age on her pale, ruddy face.

His gray eyes filled with divinity were like the moon reflected in the river, and the sweet smell of milk seemed to emanate from the skinny nape of his neck.

Why did I insist on not seeing something so beautiful?

I was so excited that even the dust on my plain clothes looked beautiful.

“Priest Mace?”

“I am listening. Saint Lady Yeha.”

Even at the moment Mace nodded, she didn’t take her eyes off Nesty.

Nesty smiled and untied the rope from him.

“Can we listen to the priest’s story now?”

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