The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

6 – The Saintess Desires Destruction

The grape-flavored elixir was highly praised by the villagers.

Just one sip not only healed wounds but also strangely relieved the aching back.

Moreover, it tasted good, so they thought they could live another 50 years with just this.

Considering that people in the remote village usually died around the age of 50, it was like living another life.

“Wizard, this is amazing. How much does one bottle cost? Is it worth scraping together all my money to buy it?”

“Well, I don’t know the exact price, but shouldn’t it be worth at least a three-story house?”

“Wow, that’s incredibly expensive. But is it okay for you to give us something like this?”

The villagers each exclaimed at the outrageous price.

But this price was something Franz had made up.

In the first place, putting a price on the elixir itself was absurd, so it was just to instill the perception that it was an expensive item.

The reason the elixir was expensive was because it was discontinued.

Dragon’s blood was used as an ingredient, but the dragon had disappeared over 200 years ago.

So even Franz, who knew the manufacturing method, had no way.

He had no choice but to cherish the 20 bottles he had stolen from the Demon King’s castle.

Is it okay to drink an elixir that’s over 200 years old?

Well, wine is grape-flavored and so is the elixir, so shouldn’t it be fine?

It was while he was distributing the elixir with a dubious expiration date, one glass at a time.

Suddenly, Franz felt goosebumps all over his body.

A sticky and unpleasant feeling was transmitted through the mana in the air.

It was a sensation he had never felt in the past year.

At the same time, it was a sensation he could never forget.

A monster, a monster had appeared.

Franz’s gaze quickly turned to the source.

A small hill near the village.

It was the place where the ominous mana was felt most intensely.

In fact, Franz had somewhat anticipated this situation.

There was no law that said the monster that attacked the village wouldn’t appear again.

But he hadn’t expected it to appear when he was separated from his escort.

He hadn’t expected it to encounter them first, either.

He had told them to take a breather, and they had climbed to a high place for no reason…!

No, of course, a high place is good for catching one’s breath, but…

Anyway, he couldn’t stay like this.

“Please distribute this for me.”

Franz handed the elixir he was holding to a nearby priest.

Then he immediately used magic.

Magic circles began to line up under Franz’s feet.

The magic circles, stretched out in a long line, connected at the beginning and end to form a single circle.

Different circles intersected complexly.

Thus, a complex magic circle was completed.

As Franz took a step, the moment his foot touched the ground, the new shape disappeared.

In that instant, he had completed a 6th-circle spell.

Everyone who saw the amazing sight had a blank expression.

The priests, knowing he was the master of the magic tower, quickly accepted it and moved on.

But the villagers, who didn’t know this, murmured among themselves for a long time.

The skills of wizards these days are truly amazing, they said.

Then, a man with a bald spot suddenly spoke.

“Um, priest, could I have one more drink…?”

The man dreamed of escaping baldness with the power of the elixir.

Of course, it was just a dream.

In this world, baldness was also an incurable disease.

* * * * *

It was no surprise that Franz reappeared on the hill.

The gentle breeze blew softly, and the sound of the grass and trees swaying was pleasant.

The sunlight was warm, making it a perfect place for a nap.

It was at that moment that he understood why the saintess had come all the way up here.

The problem was that there was an intruder in such a good place.

Franz glanced at the saintess.

The saintess was staring blankly into space with unfocused eyes.

As if she had no will to live.

He had sent her to cool her head, but he didn’t expect her emotions to cool down as well.

Still, she seemed fine on the outside, so it seemed she hadn’t arrived too late.

If so, there was only one thing to do now.

To kill the creature in front of him.

Franz’s gaze turned back to the monster in front of him.

The monster took the form of a wolf.

However, its size was considerable.

In modern terms, it was similar to combining four buses.

Grrrr-.

The creature let out a bizarre howl, baring its teeth.

Drool dripped from its gaping mouth.

Franz narrowed his eyes in displeasure rather than fear.

The drool pooling on the ground looked extremely dirty.

They stood off for a moment.

The first to charge was the monster.

It moved with a speed that was hard to believe for its massive body.

Thud-, thud-.

The ground shook with each step it took.

But who was Franz?

He was a genius among geniuses who had completed the 10th circle magic that no one had been able to complete since the progenitor of wizards.

As the wizard of the hero party, the key figure in defeating the Demon King and bringing peace.

Franz spread his palms facing each other.

Then, eight magic circles appeared around the monster.

Transparent walls formed at each vertex of the magic circles, soon creating a cube.

The transparent cube trapped the monster.

As Franz’s palms began to come closer together, the size of the cube shrank accordingly.

The monster, sensing danger, struggled desperately to escape, but the transparent walls did not break even under heavy kicks.

And then, snap-.

As Franz’s hands completely touched, the monster disappeared from the world.

It was a truly perfect method, with not a single drop of blood spilled.

Having concluded the situation, Franz glanced at the saint.

He wondered if the life advocate would again spout nonsense about his methods being excessive.

Of course, he had no intention of listening to such foolish talk.

Still, it felt wrong to hit the same spot again, so maybe this time he should go for the left side.

Or not? Shouldn’t he leave at least one molar for comfortable eating?

Fortunately, contrary to Franz’s thoughts, no bloodshed occurred.

This was because the saint showed no reaction.

She just stared at Franz with unfocused eyes.

Given the situation, Franz’s mind was not at ease.

No matter how justified the violence, the one who struck would inevitably feel guilty.

Moreover, thinking back, he realized he had overreacted due to pent-up emotions.

Living in a world where even cancer cells are considered life, a cultist seemed like a gentleman in comparison.

Humans tend to become more lenient when they become cold-hearted.

Having vented all his anger by slapping, Franz was no different from a saint.

In the end, Franz decided to apologize to the saint first.

So he took a step forward, but had to face the holy knights who came to thank him first.

“Thank you for saving us.”

“It was my duty in the first place, so there’s no need to thank me. Rather, I’d like to have a word with the saint.”

Tension rose on the faces of the holy knights.

This was because he had just slapped her.

“…I’m not here to fight, so you don’t need to worry.”

Finally, after Franz gave a definite answer, the holy knights stepped back.

Though they still kept their distance and watched.

After much ado, Franz finally faced the saintess.

“Let’s talk for a moment.”

Franz said this and found a suitable place to sit.

The saintess then took a seat a little further away.

A gentle breeze blew, and the sound of grass and trees swaying could be heard.

In that tranquility, the saintess blankly gazed at the village scenery.

The village looked similar to the one in her memory, and the memories of the past became increasingly vivid.

The feeling of despair further blackened the saintess’s heart.

Soon, the silence was broken by the saintess’s voice.

“…Why did you save me?”

“Hey, even when you speak… Ha-, never mind. I’m sorry for hitting you.”

Franz was about to scold the saintess who had ruined the moment, but he stopped, thinking the conversation might get too long.

Moreover, the unfocused look in her eyes gave him a strange sense of unease, so he didn’t want to provoke her.

If she really turned into a villain, the world would be doomed.

“You should have just let me die. You don’t like me anyway, right? It would have been the perfect opportunity.”

The saintess spoke of death as if it were nothing.

She had no purpose in life, and even if she found one, she couldn’t live freely, bound by the shackles of being a saintess.

Her heart, already stained with despair, could never be happy for eternity.

So she was living because she couldn’t die, but she had no particular desire to live.

Franz sighed at this.

If she had gotten angry, he could have just apologized, but this was not the case, so it was quite troublesome.

So, well, he had no choice but to answer her question.

“It’s true that I don’t like you. But that doesn’t mean I’d let you die.”

“You don’t like me, but you don’t want to let me die. That’s a contradiction.”

Just like me, who hates God.

The saintess swallowed her last words.

They were unnecessary anyway.

Instead, he uttered different words.

“Will you help me destroy the world?”

To bring ruin to the world loved by God.