The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

4 – The Saintess Hates Wizards

Although it was technically a dispatch, for Franz, it was his first outing in about a year.

He had finally escaped the dreary and suffocating den of mad wizards, and could now see up close the scenery he had only viewed from the window for a year.

Due to his position as the Tower Master, he couldn’t show it, but he was naturally excited.

Of course, when he returned to the tower, he would have to face Arian’s wrath head-on.

But that was a matter for later, so he decided not to think about it.

For now, he would enjoy this freedom.

However, the cultists ruined Franz’s outing.

A whole year. Although it couldn’t compare to the person who only ate dumplings in prison, it was enough time for a person to go mad.

So it was only natural that Franz was in a bad mood.

There was too much accumulated stress to just let it go.

After working without a break, I finally wanted to rest, but they couldn’t stand it and interrupted?

‘You guys are dead today.’

Franz, with a deep furrow between his brows, stood up.

Then he gently opened the carriage door and stepped out.

He wanted to smash the door open, but since the carriage belonged to the Goddess Church, he couldn’t.

How many times had the dispatched wizards caused trouble and received complaints?

Just as the saying goes, “The upper water must be clear for the lower water to be clear,” the superiors must do well first for the subordinates to do well.

Or not?

Even if I do well, will they really do well?

Franz had a moment of doubt but decided to let it go.

Good things are good, at least he wouldn’t get nagged by Arian.

Anyway, it was time to deal with those damned cultists.

Franz quickly grasped the situation.

There were about twenty cultists advertising themselves with black cloaks.

And the number of the Goddess Church’s paladins confronting them was similar.

‘Fourteen.’

Surprisingly, in terms of strength alone, the cult was quite high-ranking.

It would vary greatly depending on individual capabilities, but generally, that was the case.

Not all wizards who believed in the Goddess Church became clergy, but if a wizard believed in the cult, they would become a cultist.

In contrast, the paladins were truly a noble group, consisting only of those with very deep faith.

So, even if their faith wasn’t strong, they couldn’t be said to be very powerful.

If you exclude the administration, wouldn’t the cultists have deeper faith?

They were literally close to madness.

They lost in faith, lost in skill.

Was the Goddess Church’s paladin order really okay like this?

As Franz continued his idle thoughts, he suddenly felt the flow of mana.

Six from the paladin side, eight from the cultist side.

A total of fourteen wizards were trying to use magic simultaneously.

The flow of mana starting from the fingertips drew strange shapes, and those shapes gathered to form spells, and multiple spells formed a magic circle.

“`

Seven 2-circle spells, seven 3-circle spells….

Three fire attributes, four wind attributes, two earth attributes, five water attributes….

The magic circles were almost complete, and the flow of mana was about to intensify.

Snap-.

Franz snapped his fingers.

Then, the fourteen nearly completed magic circles scattered into the air simultaneously.

Anti-Magic.

A spell that converts the opponent’s magic back into mana.

Franz had analyzed and understood the fourteen spells in just a few seconds and released the corresponding flow of mana.

It was an act close to a miracle, impossible without remembering countless magical diagrams and formulas.

“Huh…?”

“What, what is this?!”

“Why, why is this happening?!”

Murmurs began to spread among the wizards.

Some tried to use magic again, but Franz easily countered them with Anti-Magic.

Then, a shout came from the cultists’ side.

“Fr, Franz!! The Archmage Franz is here!!”

Remarkably, one of the cultists remembered Franz’s face.

In fact, it was natural to remember.

To the cultists who worship the Demon God, the hero party that defeated the Demon King was nothing but traitors.

The cultists’ gazes quickly turned to Franz.

The murderous intent they exuded was quite fierce, befitting fanatics.

However, it lasted only a moment.

When Franz lightly gestured in the air, the heads of nearly twenty cultists fell to the ground.

Killing a human.

It was naturally a repulsive act to another human, but to Franz, who had experienced countless massacres, it was all too natural.

The headless bodies fell to the ground, and the red blood that flowed out stained the earth.

The priests turned their heads away from the horrific sight.

Some with weak stomachs even gagged.

Among them, there was one person who silently watched the scene.

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Just like Franz, she was a saint who had experienced countless limbs.

The saint’s sharp gaze slowly turned towards Franz.

She strode towards Franz and snapped.

“Did you really have to go this far?!”

At that moment, a familiar window appeared between Franz and the saint.

＜Warning!＞

＜The emotions of Saint Justia are running wild! If left unchecked, it could negatively affect the outcome!＞

It was a window that Franz could see, but the saint could not.

Franz felt a surge of anger.

He was trying to prevent the world from heading towards destruction, yet the saint, the very person involved, couldn’t even see the guidance window and was acting on her own whims.

Moreover, he had never liked the saint’s hypocritical attitude from the very beginning.

Franz pushed the guidance window aside and voiced the emotions he had been holding back for a long time.

“So what was I supposed to do? Cultists are burned at the stake if caught anyway. Didn’t I actually make it easier for them? And even if I didn’t do it, they would have died at the hands of the holy knights. Instead of thanking me for dirtying my hands in place of your followers, why are you angry?”

“But they were lives! Did you feel even a shred of pity while taking so many lives?! You’ve always been like that! You’ve taken countless lives without a moment of guilt!”

It was a clash between someone trying to realize ideals and someone who had become numb to the harsh reality.

The problem was that it was between a saint and a tower master, and no one could step in to mediate.

“Please, face reality…”

Franz was about to say more but stopped when he realized all eyes were on them.

He couldn’t let personal feelings cause trouble for the group.

Even at that moment, there were people waiting for aid, and he couldn’t let the schedule be delayed.

As Franz averted his gaze, the saint understood the meaning and also stopped speaking.

And just before getting into the carriage, she said quietly.

“I’ve always hated that about you.”

Who was she to say that?

Franz sighed and got into the carriage.

Clatter-.

A faint vibration was felt, and soon the carriage started moving.

＜Saint Justia 0.00%＞

Franz stared blankly at the guidance window and let out a long sigh once again.

His momentary anger had brought everything back to square one.

There was still some achievement.

I found out that the percentage could drop.

Not that I wanted to know.

Well, if I found out at 5 percent, I guess it was relatively cheap.

‘Would she come back if I apologized…?’

Franz regretted that 5 percent.

And since only this side would suffer losses if he fell out with the saint, the situation needed to be improved.

Is this the relationship between the superior and the subordinate…?

Franz felt wronged.

* * * * *

The convoy of carriages arrived at the village, and the full-scale relief activities began.

The state of the village could not be said to be good, even as a joke.

As is usually the case with remote rural villages, this place was severely damaged by a monster attack.

There was no building that was intact, and the farmland, which should have been green, was full of monster footprints.

Given the situation, as soon as the relief team arrived, the villagers flocked.

The clergy also moved busily, and the relief supplies they brought quickly disappeared.

There were quite a few patients who had been attacked by monsters, so the saint had to move quickly as well.

While everyone was busy, Franz’s task was to repair the collapsed buildings.

Originally, he should have been guarding the saint, but the clergy, who had seen their recent fight, gave him a considerate but not considerate task.

But since the state of the village was terrible, Franz volunteered to repair the buildings himself.

As a result, Franz, who missed the timing to apologize, felt frustrated for no reason.

As he sighed and waved his hand with such feelings, the building materials automatically fit together.

“Oh… the wizard’s skills are amazing… You could be the master of the tower…?”

“Haha… Thank you.”

Actually, I am the master of the tower, old man.

How much time had passed since then?

It was when Franz had finished repairing all the buildings.

Suddenly, a little kid approached Franz and said.

“Wizard uncle, the saint is acting a bit strange.”

Oh, this kid called me uncle.

Now in his mid-20s, it was only right to call him “hyung.”

Anyway, that aside.

“The Saintess is acting strange?”

“Yes….”

Franz felt an odd sense of foreboding from the child’s sullen expression.

He immediately headed to where the Saintess was.

“The Saintess…, she is already….”

“She was alive just a moment ago! Surely, surely there must be a way! Please, please…!”

The Saintess’s ideals collided with the immense wall of reality.