Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 - Chapter 166



166. Crow Hunt (4)

The next morning.

Yuma was locking eyes with the golden-eyed wizard, Cloone, in front of the imperial palace.

“If anything happens, contact me immediately.”

Since Yuma and Clone are a god and an apostle, they are always able to communicate with each other.

Clone raised her head, met Yuma’s eyes, and smiled bashfully.

“all right.”

Yuma immediately added one more word.

“No matter what happens, contact me when you arrive at the Kingdom of Weirend.”

Clone laughed bashfully again.

Because Yuma’s worry was clearly felt in the words he added.

“It’s quite a nice feeling to have someone else worry about you.”

Clone said to Yuma and the people standing next to Yuma.

Belle, Cloone, and Hestia, all huddled together on Yuma’s right side. Even Saint Ermel.

The dear ones were gathered. Clone walked towards the group with light steps.

Hug-

And he wrapped his arms around each and every one of their shoulders and hugged them.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll come back without getting hurt.”

Belle chuckled.

“Don’t get hurt. Clone, if you get hurt, the person who hurt you will get his limbs broken.”

From Belle’s perspective, it was a joke meant to dispel Clone’s worries, but the problem was that anyone who heard it heard it as serious.

Hestia peeked out her scarlet cat ears from the shoulders of the Saint Ermel of the ＜Atheist＞.

“Contact me when you get to Weland. And contact me when you enter the church.”

Cloone stroked Hestia’s cat ears.

“I wonder if there’s something delicious in Wales? I’ll buy it if I see it.”

“…Yeah. Uh, of course… Buy it when you have time. Don’t worry about it when you’re busy.”

Clone thought as she stroked Hestia’s crown.

But, working as a high priest of an atheist religion, I can definitely say that I have become more mature.

‘Fortunately, the cuteness still remains.’

There was a clear light in Clone’s golden eyes as she looked at the group. Clone approached the last person she had to greet.

“I’ll be back, Brigitte.”

Brigitte let out a faint sigh.

“…Okay, if there’s any trouble with you, I’ll move right away, so have a safe trip.”

Brigitte’s sigh was a mixture of guilt and helplessness at having to expose Clone to a dangerous environment.

Clone and Garon walked side by side.

When the moment or time approaches when the evil spirit ＜Malphas＞ will possess the body of Saint ‘Yulicia’ of the ＜Pigeo Cult＞, Cloone will tell Yuma.

Yuma stared intently at Clone’s back. Until he disappeared into a dot.

***

Clone walked down the street wearing a black robe.

In front of Clone was Garon, the younger brother of the second saint Delphine of Figueiro, who was a little nervous.

It was no wonder that Garon was nervous.

A journey to kill the evil god ＜Malphas＞. It was natural to feel nervous as I set foot on the land of the Kingdom of Weirend with the person who would become the key.

‘…What a great person.’

Garon looked at Clone, who was calmly following him, and exclaimed in admiration.

Maybe it was because I heard he was a wizard who reached the 7th circle. His calm appearance seemed to represent some kind of confidence.

Garon was the most crowded cafe in Kasselfra, the capital of the Kingdom of Weirend, with his right index finger pointing to it.

Clone knew what Garon’s actions meant.

Because that was a part of the story that we had already finished talking about on the way here.

The cafe was quite large, with two floors in total. Clone went up the stairs.

Garon’s soft words flowed into my ears.

“He is over there.”

Clone moved his vision to follow Garon’s gaze.

A woman wearing a black robe pulled down tightly was sitting in the seat. There was only a cup of coffee left on the table.

Clone placed the coffee he had purchased in front of him.

Then he lifted his index finger, put it to his lips, and made a shh gesture.

As he waved his right hand in succession, a purple curtain covered the area around the table where Clone, Garon, and the woman were sitting.

“Now, while you are talking, no sound will leak outside.”

It was a magic to prepare for the tailing of Yulycia.

“Imperial wizard?”

Clone nodded at the words coming out of the mouth of the silver-haired woman, Yulysia.

“that’s right.”

“I am the one who serves him.”

Clone could understand what Yulyssia was saying.

That is, he must mean the evil spirit Malphas.

Even though she used a magic that prevented her sound from leaking out, Yulicia’s anxiety was felt as she spoke indirectly.

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Instead of pointing out the anxiety, we decided to talk about it indirectly.

Because it wasn’t a bad attitude to prepare for all eventualities.

“I have something to ask you.”

At Clone’s words, Saint Julian of the Figueros Order nodded with her robe turned inside out.

“Yes, go ahead.”

Clone opened his mouth again.

“May I ask why you go to such lengths to kill the person you served?”

“…I just have to finish it on my own terms.”

Yulysia continued speaking, and Clone continued listening.

“My brother believes in him too.”

Yulicia’s younger sister, Julian, also believed in ＜Malpas＞.

“I didn’t receive any grace myself. I received grace when a shooter at my workplace was burned in an accident. That’s when I started to believe in him.”

Clone stared at Yulysia’s mouth as she continued speaking.

“When I told Julian about him, it was before someone I loved was harmed by him. So I did something rash… So, I have to end my mistake.”

Yulysia seemed to be reproaching herself.

“That person… and those who performed karma after him have also been erased from this world. And if I disappear as well, the mistakes will be passed on to those who remain.”

Clone could sense the sincerity in the slowly flowing words.

“I have to bring it down with my own hands.”

Yulicia raised her head slightly. Her robe lifted slightly, and Yulicia’s yellow eyes met Cloone’s.

“So, I thank you for coming.”

Yulysia’s words were not over yet.

“Can I ask you something this time?”

Clone nodded.

“yes.”

“Why does your boss want to get rid of him?”

“It will be peace in this world. Probably.”

Peace in this world.

I was a little surprised when such a huge topic suddenly came up, but I thought it was worth it.

Because Musin and Yuma were transcendent beings who had achieved divinity.

Yulysia asked Clone one more thing.

“Then why are you being so proactive? I might be setting a trap.”

Yulysia pointed out a very sharp point.

Clone raised the corners of his lips slightly.

“That’s why I was being quite careful. After talking to him, it seems like it wasn’t a trap, so that’s fortunate.”

The conversation continued.

“The reason I’m proactive is because it helps my boss. That’s all.”

Yulysia could not find any lie in Clone’s words.

Just like Clone, who couldn’t find the lie in Yulicia’s words.

Yulysia collected her thoughts in her head.

The conclusion was simple.

“I believe you.”

There was nothing left to doubt now.

“So, please trust me too.”

It was a time when you had to trust your opponent and make them trust you too.

“is it so.”

Clone smiled bashfully and picked up her teacup.

sniffling-

A cup of coffee to finish the story was delicious.

***

Yuma let the person who came to his door into his residence.

“Yuma…Yuma.”

The person who came in after saying Yuma’s name twice as if reciting a spell was, of course, the Cat Swordsman, Hestia.

“Sit down.”

Yuma put an extra chair out in front of his own.

“huh.”

Hestia sat rather quietly, unlike usual. That was proof that Hestia was currently feeling down.

“Is Clone okay? He’s a smart kid.”

“Clone is a 7th circle magician. He is considered a great magician not only by other people but also by magicians. No one can underestimate Clone unless he is a Sword Master. Even if he is a Sword Master, he cannot be certain of victory against Clone, who has become my disciple.”

It’s because the humans and xenos around her all seem like monsters, but Clone has the power to be treated as a monster wherever she goes.

“That’s right, Clone became Yumayuma’s apostle. There’s no way she’d get hurt or anything….”

Yuma noticed that Hestia’s green eyes were slightly shaded.

“You are a prosecutor. A prosecutor with a lot of talent. Some people might envy your talent. No, if you gather all those people, you could form a small country.”

Hestia’s talent level was by no means low. She was now standing before her Master.

The road to becoming a Grand Master may have been long, but in Yuma’s eyes, it wasn’t an impossible one.

“You overcame your past on your own.”

nightmare.

It is about overcoming a long nightmare that was caused by the power of Morgue, the god of dangerous hammers.

“I’ve been watching you like that from the side.”

Hestia was standing in the wall facing her. Her face felt slightly flushed. It might be because it was the first time in a long time that the two of them had time alone together.

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Hestia.”

There was no need to feel depressed about not being able to be of more help to Yuma or not being able to act like Clone.

Yuma stroked Hestia’s scarlet hair.

“Just do what you can. Everyone else is doing it.”

“…Yeah, I’ll reflect on it.”

Yuma stroked his crimson ears, which were hanging limply from the dead grass.

“There is no need to reflect.”

“Hipp!”

Hestia opened her eyes wide and jumped up from her chair.

“Then I’ll go!”

“Sleep well.”

“huh!”

***

Early morning.

The sun was slowly emerging from the fog.

Yulicia stood at the oracle’s seat in the temple of the Figueres cult.

“Oh, great Malphas.”

Yulya clasped her hands together and bowed her head reverently.

And my whole body trembled.

Like a mouse before a cat.

“The God of War Yuma has become aware of the existence of this religious sect.”

A move was made to bring down Malpas.