Only I Am Immune to Magic - Only I Am Immune to Magic chapter 115

Chapter 115. You fool

“Did you say it was Azazel’s head?”

A shabby room with spider webs everywhere.

Vinkel asked with surprised eyes.

Aaron nodded, perched on a creaky wooden chair.

“Why can’t you believe it?”

“If that’s true, I wonder why it hasn’t been shown until now.”

Vinkel put on a puzzled expression.

After returning from Death Landing, Aaron only presented Azazel’s horn as evidence, and nothing else was shown.

If he had shown his head instead of horns from the start, things wouldn’t have gone this far.

“Even if I showed my head from the start, would you guys believe it?”

Aaron glared at him sharply.

At this point, the evidence that Azazel is dead is overflowing.

Immediately, the demonic cloud that had covered the sky of Death Landing for a thousand years disappeared, and the number of monsters that appeared across the street also noticeably decreased.

Besides, there must still be traces of the battle at the place where Azazel descended.

If you set your mind to it, finding evidence was a piece of cake.

“… … .”

Winkel couldn’t answer easily.

That was right.

No matter how convincing evidence Aaron presented, the church would have accused it of Azazel’s work.

As long as the Dark Elves, the wealthy members of the church, came out of the world, it was not important that Azazel lived and died.

“A high-ranking priest like you would at least know that there is nothing wrong with the Dark Elves.”

Bishop-level priests with long-standing devotion to the Order are granted access to the secret archives of the Holy See.

Winkel also became a bishop a long time ago, so he must have come across that much.

Vinkel nodded with a heavy expression.

“If it is revealed that the Dark Elves are not renegades, the Church will suffer a great blow. It is a direct denial of what has been claimed for the past thousand years.”

“So you’re trying to wipe out an entire race? Aren’t you ashamed of the goddess you trust and follow so much?”

“… … We have to fix it from now on.”

When he was attacked by apprentice priests two days ago, he realized something was seriously wrong.

They forgot that the light was watching them anytime and anywhere, and they became blind to the group called the church.

“The Pope will be very happy to know you are alive.”

Aaron leaned back in his chair and said.

A creaking scream flowed from around the shabby seam.

Vinkel looked at the chair leg, which seemed to be about to break, with worried eyes.

“Are you sure that the Holy Father did this?”

“okay.”

“It won’t be easy to find evidence.”

“Nesty will bring the proof soon.”

“If you’re talking about apprentice priests, it’s probably difficult.”

Immediately after the situation was over, Winkel personally interrogated the apprentice priests who had driven him to death.

However, no matter how much they persuaded and conciliated, they repeated the same words as if possessed by something, and then took their own lives.

At first, they repeated healing until they ran out of divine power to prevent them from dying, but to no avail.

Their madness was such that even the archbishop’s holy power could not follow.

“They were blinded by too bright a light. It’s useless even if you show solid evidence like Azazel’s head… … .”

rattle!

The door burst open behind Vinkel, who was shaking his head.

Aaron and Vinkel flinched at the door that opened without knocking and turned their heads.

“Aaron. Archbishop.”

Nesty grinned at their reaction and pointed out the door with her thumb.

“It worked.”

* * *

“I will see you soon.”

By the time the sun goes down. In front of the Great Temple of Delor.

Varus looked at the straight road and said.

He was out to meet the soon-to-be-arriving guest.

“Are you ready?”

“yes.”

“There should be no mistakes.”

“You don’t have to worry.”

Pantor, the head of the knights of the Diocese of Delor, nodded his head proudly at Barus’ question.

It was an unexpected accident that Vinkel did not die, but the two had already made other plans in case of such a situation.

I don’t know how Vinkel, who was attacked by the apprentice priests, will come out, but they couldn’t have revealed their plans under the ban, so it was enough to deal with them according to the situation.

“coming.”

After a while, Panthor said with a nervous face.

On the other side of the main road, a procession was approaching with their backs to the setting sun.

“Hmm, looks like things worked out better than I thought.”

Barus, who was watching the procession, smiled.

It was because Aaron and Rhaast, who should have been riding in the carriage, were tied up and put on a pack horse.

It seems that the apprentice priest who tried to kill Barus finally got rid of it because it was Odd Haken’s work.

“Fortunately out of misfortune.”

Panthor also nodded with a much improved face.

I was worried about what would happen if I got into trouble about this incident, but fortunately it didn’t seem like that would happen.

“Archbishop!”

As soon as the procession arrived, Varus ran out with a smile on his face.

jump!

As he approached, the ornate carriage door burst open, revealing a tall old man.

“Get out of the way.”

Bares looked disapprovingly at Barus, who was getting in the way in front of him, and then came downstairs with the saintess.

Looking at his annoyed face, it seemed that he didn’t like how things turned out.

“Lord Panthor. Please bring the saintess and the count.”

Barus did not even greet him and called Panthor.

“All right. You two, please follow me.”

Panthor also bowed and turned around.

“To be treated like this by a paladin. It’s something to live for a long time to see.”

Bares glared fiercely at Panthor, who was going ahead, then clicked his tongue and followed him.

“Aaron is not guilty. This is a mothership.”

Nesty looked at Aaron, who was tied up, and said.

Varus pushed her back with a stiff face.

“Are you still defending the author after going through such a terrible thing? The Judge of Light will reveal the guilt sooner or later, so please go in and rest.”

“… … You will regret it. Inquisitor.”

Nesti left a meaningful message and entered the temple with Bares.

“I’ve unintentionally worried you.”

After the count and the saintess disappeared, Vinkel came down from the carriage for the last time.

He had dark shadows under his eyes and was limping badly on one leg.

“I heard that you have been through a lot. Are you okay?”

Varus approached him with a pensive face and supported him.

‘Still, I’m not very well.’

Contrary to the words that he was revived, his condition looked serious.

As I got closer, I could see wounds on my arms, around my neck, and on my face that hadn’t healed yet.

‘It will make things easier.’

The second best plan is significantly less powerful than the first plan.

However, if the subject was in this condition, it seemed that it could be successful enough.

“it’s okay. It’s all thanks to the Goddess’ care.”

Vinkel smiled and reassured Varus.

Varus looked around the procession with an angry face.

“Where are those who harmed the bishop? If you’re willing to show them mercy, I’m against it.”

“Those fake apprentice priests have already been disposed of. Since we obtained a confession, there is no reason to keep him alive.”

“You are wise, too.”

Varus nodded as if satisfied.

During the rigorous interrogation, the forbidden word came out and must have died.

Destroying the only evidence of the Pope’s plan with my own hands.

It was like I had dug my own grave.

“By the way, I had no idea that Oddhaken would do something so daring. ”

Varus changed the subject, just in case his feelings were revealed.

He grabbed the handle of his mace and approached Aaron’s tethered pack horse.

“If it hadn’t been for the Pope’s invitation, I would have crushed my head right here.”

“Watch your mouth. Inquisitor. I am not tied down because I am afraid of you.”

Aaron looked at him and frowned.

“hahahaha. It’s okay.”

Varus raised both hands as if he was deliberately surprised and took a step back.

He knew that what he just said was not bluffing because he had experienced Aaron’s power firsthand.

Aaron is strong enough to play with heavily armed paladins with his bare hands.

In order to really hold an execution ceremony here, all the forces of the temple would have to rush.

“Archbishop. Leave the guilty to the knights and take them inside. I have prepared hot food for you.”

Barus ignored Aaron, who stared at him, and led Vinkel to the temple.

A small haze secretly followed behind him as he walked leisurely.

* * *

“I don’t have anything prepared, but enjoy your meal. Archbishop.”

“hahahaha. This is a true feast. I will eat it thanks.”

After a while, Vinkel, who arrived at the banquet hall, smiled with satisfaction.

He was usually news-oriented, but his face was full of appetite, probably because he had gone through a lot of rough things in the past few days.

‘It’s the last supper, so please enjoy it.’

Varus looked all over the banquet hall while Vinkel hurriedly ate the food.

Behind pillars, under decorations, dark corners… … Dozens of killers were waiting for Varus’s command.

As Pantor said, the preparation was perfect.

No matter how flying and creeping the Archbishop is, in the end, he is a human with a fragile skin.

If he was attacked with arrows and daggers in a defenseless state, he would give up his life without any choice.

‘Relax in the arms of the goddess. archbishop.’

Varus, who watched Vinkel eat, finally gave the order.

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ping! Wedge-!

Sharp sounds were heard from all over the banquet hall, and countless arrows and daggers flew towards Vinkel.

Dismissed! Jigsaw Jigsaw!

However, the shooters who flew in aiming for the vital point were bounced off in all directions with dazzling sparks just before piercing the skin.

Dalgrak!

Varus was so shocked that he dropped the fork in his hand.

“I can’t eat at all. Inquisitor. Don’t you like the food?”

Vinkel said, putting a piece of bread soaked in soup into his mouth.

Sharp daggers and arrows landed messily on the table, but he remained calm as if nothing had happened.

“Reverend, Archbishop. This… … .”

“Stupid bastard. Did you think there was only one wizard?”

Just as Barus was about to make an excuse, a brown-haired kid crawled out from under the table.

He put a piece of bread in his mouth in front of Vinkel and waved his hands while mumbling.

chijik-

Then, the shield that protected Vinkel disappeared like a lie.

“You, who are you! When did you come here!”

“A while ago, when you were excited and your butt twitched, I followed you. Foolish thing.”

“Archbishop Vinkel! It’s him! He made this up!”

Barus was so flustered that he forgot that Gaos had just released his shield and shouted aimlessly.

“It breaks my heart to see the always calm Inquisitor so flustered.”

Vinkel clicked his tongue in regret and got up from his seat.

The limping leg became normal as if it had never happened, and the wounds on the arms, neck, and face disappeared as if they had been washed.

“… … His Holiness the Pope. The Holy Father has given me instructions.”

Varus tried to stay calm and rolled his eyes quickly.

After reloading, the shooters were aiming at Vinkel again.

‘Shoot.’

Varus, who was lowering his head, moved his finger.

Wedge-!

The sound of the wind could be heard again from all over the banquet hall.

Winkel wiped his mouth with a napkin with one hand, and lightly stirred it with the other hand as if to ward off flies.

Tududuk-

The fiercely flying projectiles were enveloped in bright light, stopped in place, and fell to the ground.

“… … .”

Varus’ face turned dark.

“I gave myself ample time to repent of my sins. But I’m really sorry to see you come to the end.”

“… … I am not guilty. I just did what the Holy Father told me to do.”

“If the Holy Father asks you to kill yourself, do you intend to do so?”

“Of course. I am a priest serving the Church of Light. How can you disobey the words of His Holiness the Pope, the agent of the Goddess?”

“Wrong. It is not the Church that we are to serve, nor is it its agent.”

Vinkel put down the napkin and said.

“Think deeply in the arms of the goddess. Inquisitor.”

There was a deep murderous intent in his wrinkled eyes.

Only I am immune to magic

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