The World After the Bad Ending - Chapter 111



Two Saints

Inside the forest near Wolfram’s sanctuary.

I was rolling on the ground in a mess.

Since I caused a massive explosion with my arm extended, I couldn’t maintain my balance and rolled on the ground.

After rolling for a while, I finally stopped when I hit a tree.

My vision was spinning, but I forced myself to get up.

My eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

In the distance, I saw Centriol lying on the ground, having destroyed several trees.

It was a single blow mixed with variables upon variables.

If it didn’t have that much power, it would have been troublesome.

Feeling my dislocated right shoulder, I roughly wrapped it with a bandage from the veil.

Since only my arm was exposed, my face wasn’t revealed.

Thanks to that, I quickly returned to Hanon’s appearance.

Thud-

At that moment, I heard something.

As I lifted my head following the sound, my face froze.

I saw the ground soaked with red blood.

And the person soaking the ground was none other than Acrede.

Acrede’s side was pierced by a sword.

The blood flowing from there soaked the ground.

The owner of the sword was Centriol.

This madman had thrown a sword at Acrede even while being punched.

Crackle-

The wide-area blessing that formed the forest began to disappear.

“Saint!”

I hurriedly ran towards Acrede.

Acrede was lying limp on the ground, breathing faintly.

She tried to take measures in her own way, but the wound didn’t heal.

The blessing imbued in Centriol’s sword prevented Acrede from healing the wound with her blessing.

“Calm down. Acrede, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

At that moment, Akrede began to mutter to herself.

Her previously expressionless face was starting to tremble slightly.

“Please, pull out the sword.”

If only the sword is pulled out, it can somehow be healed with a blessing.

However, she must not lose consciousness in the meantime.

Thud-

At that moment, another sound was heard from behind.

There was Centriol, who was recovering his body with a blessing.

Although he was in a mess as my punch had landed properly, the wide-area blessing that Akrede had spread out disappeared, and the blessing enveloped him again.

As a result, he returned to his prime as a paladin.

“This is surprising for an academy student.”

Centriol spat out a broken tooth onto the ground.

A new tooth had already grown in its place.

“You will become great in the future.”

The power of the blessing poured out fiercely from Centriol’s body.

He, who said that, did not seem to have any intention of giving us a future.

The worst of the worst overlaps.

Centriol would not give Akrede a chance to pull out the sword.

“…Saint, how much longer can you hold on?”

“…About a minute.”

Just by looking at the blood flowing now, even a minute is precarious.

Therefore, I made a decision.

My hand was raised above my head.

Come, lightning…

Step-

“Boy, pull the sword from the saint.”

A voice was heard in my ear as I was about to use the Heavenly Dragon Transformation.

As soon as I heard that voice, I grabbed the sword hilt embedded in Akrede.

Centriol moved, but someone was already standing in front of us, blocking him.

She appeared, her white hair fluttering, standing with her arms crossed in front of Centriol.

“The young man is walking a heroic path.”

The surroundings were filled with swirling white petals.

“Don’t interfere.”

The whirling white petals instantly engulfed Centriol.

Crash!

Centriol, who had been charging forward, was swept away by the petals and smashed into the forest.

In the meantime, he pulled out the sword embedded in Arkede.

Squelch!

“……!”

With a burst of blood, Arkede couldn’t even scream and swallowed her cry.

But at the same time, a great blessing descended upon her body.

Her blood-soaked side healed instantly, and new white flesh emerged.

Arkede barely escaped death and collapsed.

He hurriedly caught her body.

At that moment, he felt an incredibly soft sensation in his arms.

Looking down, he saw that her clothes, which had been tightly wrapped around her body, were torn by the impact of pulling out the sword, revealing her formidable chest.

What an incredible weight.

She had hidden this well.

He lifted her up to prevent further exposure.

“Boy, get out of here.”

“Yes.”

White petals were still swirling around Baekmokgong.

Because in the distance, Centriol was charging with tremendous momentum.

This forest would be completely devastated by the two monsters today.

So he quickly escaped the place while holding Arkede.

Arkede let out a ragged breath.

She had lost consciousness due to the intense pain and the use of blessings.

The wound was now fine, but she had overexerted herself.

It would be difficult for her to regain consciousness immediately.

“Uh, huh, ah.”

If it were another mind.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Akrede looked at me with wide eyes.

The calm and composed expression she had maintained earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by rabbit-like eyes.

When our eyes met, I smiled bitterly.

“Hello, Akrede.”

“Oh, hello.”

She received the greeting absentmindedly, but soon realized her state and her face turned bright red.

“Ahhh!”

With a piercing scream, she struggled, and I held her tighter.

Because I had anticipated this.

“Akrede, let’s save the panic for when we’re out of the forest.”

She flinched.

Because she realized the urgency of the situation.

Tears welled up in Akrede’s large eyes.

She soon bit her lip hard.

Her cheeks puffed up as if they were about to burst, but I didn’t care and ran through the forest.

After running for a long time, we finally emerged near the edge of the forest.

In the distance, I saw the shattered remnants of the mystics.

They were being bound by the knights summoned by Baekmokgong.

Among them were those who had been violently crushed by Baekmokgong.

I couldn’t take Akrede out in this state.

First, I set her down in a place where we wouldn’t be seen.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m, I’m alright.”

Akrede spoke with effort, clutching her chest.

But that dreadful weapon kept slipping from her hand.

I had no choice but to take off my outer garment.

“For now, please wear this.”

“Oh, th-thank you.”

She received my outer garment with a very shy face.

And then, somehow, she buttoned up her chest.

“This, this time…”

She glanced at me nervously.

Her timid appearance did not suit a saint at all.

A look so different from before that it was jarring.

I knew well why she looked different.

Acrede Castle Narea.

She has a dual personality.

To be precise, two souls coexist within her.

Who is the soul that resides in her?

One of the six heroes who founded six academies with the great hero Wolfram.

The first saint, Narea.

Acrede is the reincarnation of Narea.

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Act 5 of the Flaming Butterfly.

The main story of Act 5 is the reincarnation of the heroes.

The six heroes gathered around the great hero Wolfram.

The benevolent goddess, appreciating their heroic deeds, granted them reincarnation.

Thus, the reincarnated great hero Wolfram and the six heroes.

Their reincarnation and the story related to the evil existence.

And revealing the evil deeds of Roblia through the heroes.

That is the main scenario of Act 5.

Act 4 is the foundation story for Act 5, and the scenario of building connections with those who will later be revealed as the reincarnated heroes.

‘And one of those heroes.’

Saint Narea.

The reincarnation of Narea is precisely Acrede Castle Narea.

Reincarnated heroes do not originally have memories from before their reincarnation.

But in Narea’s case, the goddess’s blessing remained deeply within her soul.

When Acrede turned five years old,

She received the goddess’s blessing, and Narea’s memories flowed into her.

But for the young girl, it was a memory too difficult to bear.

So her brain separated Narea into a distinct personality.

Narea and Akrede.

Two personalities in one body were formed this way.

“What Akrede wants is for you to keep quiet about the matters within the Holy Order this time, right?”

Akrede’s shoulders flinched.

Her eyes shook violently from side to side.

“Th-that, that’s, you see.”

“Yes, I will keep quiet.”

Akrede turned to me abruptly.

Her eyes held a question of whether it was true.

“I also have no desire to get entangled with the Holy Order unnecessarily.”

At the point where Baekmokgong and Sentriole clashed, Sentriole could not avoid punishment for the assassination of the saint.

Thus, the Rium royal family, who had instigated it, would shift all the blame onto Sentriole.

So the Holy Order had to act before this matter came to light.

Moreover, if the internal strife within the Holy Order became known, it would damage the Order’s image.

For the Holy Order, this matter was a secret they wanted to hold the Rium royal family accountable for, without it being revealed to the outside.

‘The imperial knights, Baekmokgong will surely take care of silencing them.’

Baekmokgong was a perceptive person.

He would extort a lot from the Holy Order using this incident as leverage, but he wouldn’t make the situation difficult.

“Th-thank you!”

Akrede, trembling like a rabbit, bowed her head deeply in gratitude.

Then she glanced at me, as if asking if this level of gratitude was enough.

It was a demeanor that could hardly be thought of as that of a saint.

“Then, let’s go back.”

I decided to guide Akrede to a safe place.

Thump!

Until Akrede’s hand grabbed my wrist.

My head slowly turned back.

Then Akrede’s face, which had looked like a rabbit until just now, turned into a cold, expressionless one.

“How did you notice me?”

Narea woke up.

At her question, I tilted my head nonchalantly.

“How did I notice you?”

“If you were going to lie, you should have done it from the start. You have been calling me and Acrede separately from the beginning. Me as the Saintess and Acrede as Acrede.”

As she said, I deliberately called them that way, hoping she would notice.

‘Narea originally reveals her identity first after seeing Lucas’s flame of determination.’

After Lucas rescued Acrede.

Narea was convinced that Lucas could help her with her work.

So she willingly revealed her identity to Lucas.

But I don’t have the flame of determination.

There was no reason for Narea to reveal her identity to me.

So I rather intended for her to have doubts about me and reveal her identity.

“I made a mistake.”

“Was it really a mistake?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

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I said so with a smile.

“Learning about you, Narea, was simple. Isn’t there an old legend written in ancient literature?”

Someday, when the world is in crisis, the reincarnation of heroes will protect this world again.

Hanon, who wore the crown, is a person who has archaeology as a hobby.

In fact, Hanon misunderstood me as the reincarnation of Jerion based on this.

‘In reality.’

It’s that guy who will come next year.

But I used it nicely to exclude Hanon from the government.

Hanon’s past actions gave me justification.

The justification that I saw through the Saintess’s identity based on professional knowledge.

“I will keep this matter a secret, including this one.”

“……What is your identity?”

Narea looked at me with eyes that couldn’t understand at all.

So I decided to firmly establish my connection with her this time.

“Hanon Airei.”

He smiled softly as he introduced himself.

“I am a student of Jerion Academy.”

Boom!

White petals scattered behind as Centriol flew away.

It was the moment Centriol met his end at the hands of Baekmokgong.