The Greatest Man in the World Hides His Power - The Greatest Man in the World Hides His Power chapter 12

12 – What You Carry – 3

“Are you going to the morning prayer?”

“Yes. I pray every morning. Could you excuse me for a second?”

“Of course.”

Lucy sat down at a place not too far away from where I sat cross-legged.

Is it because of the bright light of the sun that has completely settled in the sky? Her silver hair gleamed with gold.

“Ouch!”

It was then. A scream was heard from the room near the garden, from Elan’s room.

Me and Lucy immediately got up and opened the window of her room.

“What’s going on?!”

“uuueduuu!

“Ha ha ha. Was it because of that?”

Perhaps because of her hangover, her face was frowned upon, and she had her head down. Through her flowing golden hair, you can see her searching green eyes. It wasn’t that difficult to read the feeling of sorry in that gaze.

“Hey… Didn’t I do something wrong yesterday?”

“…Whoop whoop.”

“…What was that laugh?! Did you do it?! Did you make a mistake?! Huh?!”

Her crying face I shook her head at her. It was only then that he let out a sigh of relief, and I smiled again.

“Whoop whoop…”

“What?! What?!”

“What’s the fuss since morning?”

I guess we weren’t the only ones moving from dawn.

Cecil, dressed in a different uniform than the rest of us, walks out into the garden.

She looked back and forth at me, Elan, and Lucy, then smiled, looking somehow amused.

“What is it. Elan. Are you close enough to meet Chunyoung already in the morning? Lucy too.”

“That… I don’t think so.”

“Oh no! Sister!”

“Huh-huh. Well then, let’s get to know each other quickly. We’ll be working together in the future.”

It’s called a lord, but it doesn’t show respect. Is it because they are close to each other? Their gaze toward each other was full of trust.

Life is blessed just by having someone like that.

Because there is nothing sadder than being stabbed in the back by someone you trusted.

Thinking that their trust will last a long time, I turned my head away.

It was because Cecile had approached me before I knew it.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry you seem to be asking since dawn. I want you to draw some blood.”

“Blood?”

It’s not particularly difficult, he nodded.

Then she took some of her devices from her bag and inserted a needle into my blood vessel. And after checking the red blood she drew slowly, she said earnestly.

“If they are from another dimension, there must be something different from us. I’m going to try to understand them first.”

Something else. Is it the degree of difference in internal air?

But yesterday, I was told by Atram to come back to this world while talking about the Master. In other words, it is said that there are people who pull out things like swordsmanship.

If you think about it that way, I don’t think it will be much different, but…

“Is that so? If you can think of anything, please let me know.”

After taking her blood, she looked at me and Elan again and smiled.

“And there’s something I want you two to do today.”

“What’s going on?”

“I want you to patrol the eastern part of the territory.”

“Why on the east side?”

To Elan, who was puzzled, Cecil calmly said with a serious expression.

“I have the necessary materials. Gather the calidron roots from the gray field in the eastern part of the territory. And take care of the monsters in the field. By now, the monsters there should be able to do it. If necessary, send troops. It’s okay to take him.”

“Well, if it’s me and Chunyoung, we can go together.”

“Yes. Others would be better off doing other things.”

“Okay. I’ll ask you. Then.”

After giving the instructions lightly, Elan let out a deep sigh. Suffering from her hangover, she ambled back to bed.

“I need to sleep some more… Let’s go in the afternoon. In the afternoon.”

“Yes. You must be careful because you are old.”

“… Hey. Don’t bring up your age.”

I burst out laughing when I saw her crying.

I have a feeling that today will be a peaceful day.

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It’s nice to be able to eat comfortably.

Especially, eating hot dishes right away is even more so.

Crispy bread, sweet jam, and cold milk. Just that alone made me feel alive.

“It was really good.”

“Just a regular breakfast.”

I’ve never really experienced that mediocrity in midfield. Anyway, thank you no matter how many times, I said hello to the servants who prepared the meal.

“It’s important to know how to give thanks.”

Look at that. So does the lord. When she, who was sitting at the top of her seat, nodded, Lucy, who was next to her, reacted similarly.

“We should also thank the Goddess for giving us our daily bread. Ah. Come to think of it, Cheonyoung. Can we go to the temple today?”

“I have a mission, but I decided to go in the afternoon, so I’ll be fine in the morning.”

Isn’t it? I looked at Elan and she nodded slightly as she ate soup still suffering from a hangover.

“They say it’s fine.”

“That’s great!! It would be nice to receive a blessing from the priest as well!”

A blessing? Can i get that too? When I was in Moorim, I only received a lot of curses.

“And… If time permits…”

“Yes?”

“Oh, nothing!”

Turning her head around, Lucy started to focus on her bread again, and I looked at her and then focused on her meal.

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It seems that no one but himself has noticed so far.

Lucy stared at Cheonyoung, feeling so much fraud that it took her breath away. The many deaths he bears.

In the temple, he might be able to purify even a little of the death that dwells within him.

‘What kind of life have you lived?’

I don’t think it’s a fraud that would happen to someone who speaks so kindly and politely.

If it was a decent person, he might have already been suppressed by that fraud and become a disabled person or die.

But still, Chunyoung acted as if nothing was wrong.

To be able to endure so many deaths and still laugh.

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Nevertheless, he does not hesitate to do good deeds.

To always smile and to respect everyone.

Being hostile to the black alchemist who follows evil.

Even if you put all of this together, you can’t come up with a reasonable answer about what kind of life Cheonyoung lived.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t ask them one by one. In any case, carrying that kind of death on his back means that his life was never smooth.

I didn’t want to offend him by mentioning it.

“Lady?”

“Ah. Yes. Yes. Let’s go now!”

I tried hard to put on a bright expression, but inside I was still uneasy.

Of course, it’s not that I don’t trust Chunyoung.

He’s the one who caught the black alchemist hiding in the manor.

There is no problem with his mentality itself. But that’s why, rather, I’m worried about the death he’s carrying.

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No matter how great a hero he is, if he lives with thousands of deaths, he will be crushed by the weight and turn away from his life.

Then, what about Chunyoung?

He looks peaceful on the outside, carrying an unimaginable death on his back, but isn’t he struggling on the inside?

‘Maybe he’s putting up with it all. Then…’

There are also rituals for such people in temples that follow the goddess.

It is to relieve the burden of those who killed the enemy by participating in the war.

Although he is a Priest, he prides himself on having his own holy power.

Even if he has to do too much for Cheonyeong, he will pray for himself and purify his morale even a little bit.

Since she received so much from him, it was her wish to repay her with this.

“Come on! Let’s go!”

“You suddenly became lively?! Yes! Let’s go!”

Lucy took Cheonyoung to her village.

Arriving in front of a shabby temple on the outskirts of town, she looked inside, but there was no one she was looking for.

“Priest! Priest!”

“Oh my God. Aren’t you the deputy lord Lucy?”

What emerged from inside was not a priest, but a volunteer to help the priest. She, like herself, is a devotee who worships the goddess, and she comes several times a week to help with chores under the cleaning of the temple.

“The priest left because he has business to do. I think he will be back tomorrow…”

“Oh… Is that so?”

I’m sorry. It would have been better if there had been a priest. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then made up her mind.

“Even by myself, if I borrow the power of the temple, I can bestow a blessing… Would you like to receive it now?”

“If you’re overdoing it, you can do it later.”

“It’s impossible! No… Considering what Cheonyoung did, this is not impossible!”

Chunyoung stared at Lucy for a moment as she clenched her fists and spoke energetically. And nodded her head.

“Then come over here! We’ll start right away!”

As soon as she took him to the seat inside the temple, she took holy water. And the moment she closed her eyes to say her prayers after she sprinkled it on Chun-young.

– Kill! Cheonyoung!!

– You bastard!! Do you think you can stretch out and live!

– Heavenly Demon’s enemy!! Die!!

– You ruined the world the Lord of the Lords dreamed of!

– Die! Die! Die!!

– Your very existence is a disaster!

– Disappear!! Disappear!!

I heard a cry filled with hatred and resentment.

Startled, she opened her eyes and looked at Cheonyoung.

The deaths behind him raised her head. They unite and pour out all kinds of resentment and hatred.

As if she was refusing to purify herself, that sad gaze was fixed on her.

“Ah… Ah…”

If a death of this magnitude is shouted with one heart and one mind, it is tantamount to a curse.

That must be a curse strong enough to put a considerable burden on the body and soul.

Because of the terrible malice she had never experienced before, Lucy broke into a cold sweat and tried to purify herself somehow. But the more that happened, the more the fraud got stronger.

‘This… I can’t do it right now…’

It is a very strong curse.

It is not something that can be done just by doing it in a temple, but only after a long time of tidying up the body and mind and preparing properly will you be able to take on the challenge of purification.

‘…It’s impossible right now, but if you prepare…!’

“…Cheonyeong. I’m sorry. It seems like it’s going to be difficult right now.”

“There’s no need to overdo it, hahahaha.”

“No! Give me a chance! Give me a little more time…!”

She clenched her fists.

“I will definitely do it!”

“…Uh. Yes. If you want to go that far…”

Chunyoung was bewildered by her reaction and only nodded her head slightly.