The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess

19. Things that should not coexist

19.

“Huh… !”

Unexpectedly, no response came from Zerpied or Esilia. The one who responded was the demonic man holding Esilia hostage.

“Did I hear it wrong? I thought it was a monster, but it’s Zerpied Rim Sedbaigal? Chief, you mad bitch, did you intend to kill us all? Send us to the living dead? Somehow, he said it was strange that he went into And was fine. It’s not the armor enchanted with advanced magic, it’s just a monster, so I didn’t look for it.”

“Calm down, Kelklord. So you didn’t die in the end. It’s crazy to see that you didn’t let that girl get a single hairline hurt for two days. Are you still a priest? A man who believes in the god of courage trembles at nothing but the undead.”

“Sir… The undead are also undead. What’s the use of being a priest if my head is blown off before the holy power is released? Damn, the things I believe I drank because of this.”

Kelrod couldn’t speak any longer. It was because shouts mixed with profanity erupted from the drow standing on the stair-like platform. The falling shouts bounced off the walls on the floor of the common room, intertwined with each other, and complicated the meaning.

It was difficult for the saintess to know specifically what they were saying, but one thing was certain. Most of them included the names of escort knights.

The woman called the chief who sat in the chair who heard those sounds seemed satisfied, and she smiled. Normally when she interrupted the head of a group, it would be regarded as quite disrespectful, but under the circumstances she didn’t seem to think of women that way.

Rather, I waited until her rant reached its peak, then she quietly raised her hand to calm her roar. Even after it subsided, sporadic swearing occurred in various places.

“Yeah, well done everyone. Kelkrod, tell the priests to come down.”

“Damn Ezernel…. So why didn’t you tell us to bring it to us? Even if it weren’t for the real chieftain….”

The man named Kelkrod mumbled something, as if he was not very satisfied with Ezernel’s words, but it was only for a moment. He immediately gestured towards the demons standing on the platform at the edge of the common area. The demons who saw his beckoning began to come down the platform, to the common floor.

Zerpied looked around and looked at the demons coming down from the platform. I could see a little light rising on their bodies, though not as good as the man named Kelkrod. All were priests. All of them had a look of tension on their faces. Not only the priests descending, but the demons standing on the platform all had similar faces.

The Death Knight, who had been watching them intently as if glaring at them, moved his gaze towards the sound heard from the center of the cavity. Ezernel, who was sitting on a chair, was coming down the stairs. As the chief moved his body, the cavity where whispers floated in the air became quiet.

The only thing that rattled the cavity was the sound of her footsteps and the silver necklace making a strangely clear jingling sound against her chest. Jer Peed watched her closely as she descended.

Ezernel made eye contact with Zerfied and smiled. Her half-closed languid eye narrowed gently. She couldn’t tell if she was doing it with both eyes, since she only saw in one eye in the first place. Her other eye was hidden by her long silver hair.

“Hello? Zerfied? Long time no see. This is a fucking baby. “

She pursed her lips in her languid voice.

“… Do you know me?”

“Ha…. Fuck. Yeah, you don’t care about anything other than that fucking contract. Do you remember something like this?”

Ezernel spoke in a completely opposite tone from just now, and slowly lifted her silver hair that was covering one eye. Ecelia, who was watching from behind her, had to hold her breath. Originally, her eyes should have been there, but instead she had only scars from being horribly torn.

“Now, will you find out, this fucking baby! “

Even at her angry cry, Zerfied didn’t show much reaction. In the end, Ezernel had to go beyond anger and shout like a man engulfed in madness.

“ I am Ezerniel Belcardros – ! ”

Her cry echoes through the huge cavity. Ecilia could feel her wild shouts bouncing off the walls of her cavity and echoing through the texture of her own skin. She had to brace herself even more for her tension. It wasn’t simply because of Ezernel’s angry cry.

The reason why her saintly body was hardened was because the name of the famous archdemon was mixed with Ezernel’s real name. And Zerfied finally started to react.

“Ezerniel Belcardros…. Were you alive?”

“Why did you want me to die?”

“…… No way, she just didn’t know she was alive.”

Unexpectedly, the reaction Ezernel expected came from somewhere other than Death Knight.

“The Great Demon… Belcardros… ?”

Jernel heard her and turned his head towards him. Ecilia increased the strength she gave her fists as she approached her neck, giving off a clear jingle that was totally inappropriate for the situation. Before she knew it, her saintess’ fists had turned so white that not even blood was visible.

“Ah, come to think of it, there was a young lady, right?”

Jernel was quite her stature, so her saintess had to raise her head to see her. As her eyes met hers, Ezernel let a fishy smile drop from her golden eyes.

“Sorry? Originally, the lady had nothing to do with it, but I needed it to bring back that non-living bastard. I’ll send it back to you when I’m done. Are you fine?”

Jernel bit her lower lip and watched the saintess tremble for a moment, then cast her gaze behind her. As expected, the Death Knight couldn’t take her eyes off herself and the little woman in front of her. She felt satisfied with the situation slowly returning to her expected direction. The moment she tried to return to the Death Knight, her trembling woman’s mouth opened.

“… Are you a follower of the Archdemon Velkardros? He’s dead that too a while ago. Your one and only warchief, who tried to oppress the world with your kind in the past, is a faded past. Is that why you kidnapped us? Are you trying to somehow revive the faded glory of the past through that knight who was with the Great Devil?”

“Ha.”

A smile flowed from Ezernel’s lips. But her eyes weren’t smiling. Ezernel lowered her head and met her eyes with the saintess.

“I thought you were a girl who could do nothing but shiver. But, lady, if you want to save your life, you better watch your mouth. No matter how much the young lady says it doesn’t matter right now, he might care if he hears that?”

Ezernelle almost snatched her dirk from Kelklord’s hand, and pointed it at Esilia’s neck. The saintess’ eyes trembled madly at her sudden movement. Immediately, the movement expected from the Death Knight came out. He took a posture as if he would jump out at any moment, but he was only staring at this place and he did not take any action.

Ezernel giggled while watching that and passed Dirk to another demon standing nearby. Realizing her intentions, the demons took Dirk and started aiming at the saintess’ neck instead. Ezernel nodded and signaled to Kelkrod. Kelkrod put on a somewhat dissatisfied expression, but followed her to the Death Knight and moved her steps. As she moved on, she said.

“As expected. As expected, it seems that the contractor for this generation is definitely a young lady. Seeing that monster doesn’t kill anyone, did he even ask you to protect him?”

Seeing the saintess’ hard face, Ezernel burst into laughter.

“Was it correct? That monster is also a monster, but the lady is also insane. Because you would have known what that was. To ask such an abomination to protect you?”

“…… I couldn’t help it.”

The saintess trembled and hung her head helplessly. Seeing that helpless movement, Ezernel laughed again. It was an obvious mockery.

“Can’t help it? Can’t help it If that’s the case, in the past we Drow tried to conquer the world, and it couldn’t be helped. Even if I told you this, you wouldn’t believe it. And what? Are you going to borrow the power of that monster again to try to conquer the world?”

The ridicule turned into a laugh. Standing in front of the Death Knight, she shouted harshly.

“You’re welcome – ! I will annihilate this abomination! In the name of I, Ezerniel Belcardros, granddaughter of the great demon Belcardros! We will rise above this ordeal! Our Drow will once again demonstrate the strength of that time to the world! We will conquer the world with our own strength, not by borrowing the power of a beast like that!”

Swearing, shouting, cheering. Things that were hard to get along with, came together and ran all over the place. Esilia felt the desire to lower her head and cover her ears to the beggar cries of her demons. Her curses at her zer pie ed, her emotional shouts, her cheers for her telling her aspirations of her draws came pouring out at random.

The reason why she lowered her head and didn’t cover her ears was the incomprehensible words coming out of Ezernel’s mouth. She murmured about it in desperation.

“The Archdemon Velkardros… Gon’s granddaughter… ?”

It was impossible. It was a long time ago, even by the standards of the Great War of Life and Death, that the Great Devil and her demons tried to rule the world. If it was the grand devil’s Gonson, I wouldn’t know if it was at the time of the life and death war, but there was no way that a person from the life and death war, an event about 1,000 years ago, would still be alive. Zerfied said calmly, admiring the fact.

“So you became a demigod[半神:Demigod] By offering a part of yourself to the Demon God, Ezerniel Belcardros? With one single thought to destroy me?”

Hearing those words, Ezernel roughly stretched out his arm and removed his robe. Her sharp claws ripped the flesh from her other arm. It seemed that she was taking out her anger on herself.

The shocking words were that Celia was a demigod, but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut at the sight that followed. What flowed from her was not red blood, but blazing flames. Even as her face contorted in her pain, she continued to cry.

“I have no regrets! Even though my body became the Demon God of Red Flames, it doesn’t matter if I can finally see you like this with the lifespan gained through it! You fucking undead bastard – ! “

The pain did not calm her anger. Like the flames running down her arms, she burned herself and grew more intense.

“My great-grandfather, Belcardros, entrusted himself to you! I even made this necklace that blocks the divine power for you and gave it to you…….”

Jernel cherished the memento left by her great-grandfather, which hung around her neck, and wrapped it with her hand. It was a smooth motion, but her words were still sharp.

“So what? But what did you do? What did you do during that goddamn life-and-death battle! What did you do when the descendants of the generals who shared your life and death went to talk with you! When they name fathers’ fathers and mothers’ mothers, you… You cut their throats casually!”

The last one was close to screaming. She brought her trembling hands to the lump of her flesh, only the fact that her own eyes were there. Now, about 1,000 years have passed since I saw the light here, but this flesh still throbs as if it is longing for the light. She closed her last remaining eye of hers. Her light disappears, revealing a sight only she can see.

There were corpses everywhere. Stepping on the decapitated corpses of her people, she screamed.

She thought it was a lie. When she heard that the Living Death did not stop his march north, and when some people dared to speak to him, and heard that they were not coming back, she thought it was a lie.

When Ezernel told her father’s name and asked her to stop marching north, that it was their home if they went any further, and that they were planning to kill us all, with all their earnest hearts, the Living Death quietly listened to her words. She felt relieved. After all, living death did not mean abandoning trust and respect with Taejobu.

As shown in the heroic tale of Taejobu and the Living Death, which has been passed down like a legend to Drow, he was firmly guarding Shinye.

And her sense of relief was shattered in vain with the cut throats of her own people the next moment. There was no hesitation in that action. It was a flawless blow, and there was no trace of pain on the faces of his people. She thought as the wind of his one slash ripped out her eyes.

It was all an illusion.

When a dragon and her hetzling burn a continent. When the witch and her homunculusHomunculus Ravaged the land with strange patterns. The only thing her people weren’t so upset about was that the Contractors of the Living Death didn’t pay much attention to the drow in the snow and ice of the far north.

As she fell down the cliff, carried away by the stormy wind of the slash, she thought.

Jernel opened her eyes. A living death was in front of his eyes. It was not an illusion. She said in a chewed-up voice.

“Get started.”

The priests of Horpa, the god of courage, began to recite prayers. Light rises from their stigmata. The hymn to the god of courage they recited is contained in the light. The light soon became a hymn. The lights made of letters began to intertwine with each other. Hymns intertwined, it was a chain.

Seeing that, the Death Knight tensed his body as if he were about to explode, but that was all. Still his lady had a dirk pointed at her neck. He now said that his move would mean her death.

Light chains bound the limbs of the helpless Death Blue Knight.

“ ─────────────── ! ”

Zerpied let out a roar. The feeling of being pressed into his existence was unbearable. Zerfied twisted his limbs, but the chains of light did not budge. Seeing Zerfied writhing in pain, the saintess shouted in a voice full of astonishment.

“Knight – !”

And seeing the same figure, Ezernel felt unparalleled satisfaction. She said in a satisfied tone.

“Go ahead, Kelklord.”

The high priest of Horfa nodded his head. As he listened to the chieftain’s words, he said a prayer, trying to contain the anger that surged in his heart. Light rises from the stigma and contains hymns. What he embodied was a huge decapitator of brillianceExecutioner’s sword. Kelkrod raised his hand up. The blade of the decapitation sword aimed at Zerpied’s head shone dazzlingly.

The decapitation sword containing brilliance fell aiming for the neck of the unliving. A huge wave of light cuts through the air.

And the wave split in front of the Death Knight as if it met a rock in the middle of the flow.

Kelrod blankly followed the lights flowing past the Death Knight with an expression of incomprehension. The other priests of Horpa, the demons, and Ezernel. Everyone followed the flow of his light as if possessed.

There, there was a little woman gently taking the stream of light into her hand, like a mother caressing her wounded child.

Looking at that woman, Ezernel said one word that should not coexist with the undead, like life and death, fire and water.

“…… Priest?”