Became a Villain in Romance Fantasy

33- Sanctuary Attack (3)

“I’ll go in first and check. If there’s no problem, I’ll call you.”

With the hand holding the torch at the head, I moved cautiously. It was a wider entrance than I thought.

There were no treasure chests or strange traps.

It was just showing the appearance of an ordinary family.

I don’t know why there is such a thing here, but on one side, daily necessities and ingredients were lined up.

Lucia.

The moment I was about to open my mouth to call out that name,

Something sharp was aimed at my neck.

“Please put down the sword slowly.”

When I applied more strength to the hand that held the sword hilt, bright red blood flowed down my neck.

“You’d better get your hands off the sack.”

The blade cut even more sharply into my neck. A tingling sensation came through.

“…I see.”

The hand holding the hilt brought it to the scabbard. He lifted the scabbard at once, took out the sword, and threw it to the ground.

“What are you doing…”

When I didn’t come back, Lucia, feeling strange, entered the room.

“You!”

As soon as she identified the opponent with her sword pointed at my neck, she began to unleash an indiscriminate attack.

Dozens of windows of light covered the room.

Hook.

And one of them pierced my stomach. I felt my intestines twisting.

Divine power exploded from within.

Blood refluxed into the esophagus. Blood poured from his mouth, and his vision began to blur.

“Laplace!”

I saw Lucia screaming and running, but eventually I fell forward.

‘f*ck.’

**

“It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.”

It wasn’t something I just did. When I came to my senses, it was the first ceiling I had ever seen.

I had no experience of fainting while going through various battles on my own.

‘I never thought that the first time would be a team kill.’

She turned her head and looked around the room.

The ceiling looked unfamiliar, but the room looked familiar.

“Are you awake?”

The one who spoke to me was a skeleton wearing faded armor.

I didn’t feel the black mana emitted by those who use necromancy. Interest was not someone’s servant.

A being who overcame death with his own will.

Death Knight.

“For what reason?”

“I made a mistake earlier because I didn’t look like a paladin no matter how I looked at it.”

“What is that…”

Kung-.

The guy slammed the sword he was holding onto the floor. A dull sound filled the room.

I felt a sense of heterogeneity as the skeleton knelt down and performed the manners of the Holy Kingdom.

“I am Leon, the head of the knights of the Holy Kingdom, a servant who serves the 6th generation saint of the Holy Land. I apologize for the rudeness earlier.”

Six generations?

As far as I know, Lucia was the 11th saint. She is, but she is a 6th generation saint.

I looked at Lucia lying next to her, then she pressed her cheek.

It was soft to the touch.

“So why is he lying down?”

Under the circumstances, Lucia was the only one who could heal such a big wound.

“You were exhausted from crying.”

“What?”

“She seemed to be bothered by the mistake in her attack, and even after she finished her treatment, she continued to shed tears and fell asleep.”

To think that bold saintess cried. A picture of her was not pictured in her mind.

She raised her upper body from the bed she was lying on.

I was in a lot of pain.

“You’d better not overdo it. If even one of her internal organs had completely disappeared, she would have died.”

“So why are you here?”

“I think the story will be long. Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Please.”

**

“Saintess… It looks like you have a lot of luggage.”

“Because you don’t know what will happen inside. It’s better to be thoroughly prepared?”

“Okay.”

Paladin Leon did not believe in God.

His dream was to live a normal life with his childhood friend Claire. He wanted Claire to be by her side, cheer her on, and be her family if she could.

However, God took Claire away from Leon.

The day the Knights of the Holy Kingdom arrived in the village.

Claire was no longer Leon’s childhood friend.

She was always by her side, and she smiled brightly. She is her saintess.

Although good deeds were evident in her usual behavior, it was unexpected.

The elders of the village said that it was a great thing that the gods had direct revelation and designated Claire as a saint.

Ten years since that day.

A boy in an ordinary village is not even allowed to dream of becoming a knight.

Leon worked hard to become a paladin. Fortunately, he had the talent.

He thought he could finally stand by her side, but it was an attack on the sanctuary.

‘It’s an impossible mission.’

It was a place where numerous saint woman candidates had already died.

No matter how ominous signs are spreading across the continent, it was right to refuse this mission.

-Impossible? I think it’s impossible that Leon is with me? I do what I can for those who suffer. We.

However, Leon had never defeated Claire before, so he accepted this mission humbly.

Rather than accepting it, I had a strong thought that I would give up halfway and follow him.

‘Who else will protect this guy if it’s not me.’

“By the way, what are these teacups?”

“hahahaha…That’s it.”

“I told you to bring only the supplies you need. One of the top pieces is a magic tool that can go in whole. Do you think it makes sense to fill it all?”

“But just in case…”

Leon seemed to be pushing Claire on the outside, but deep down he was happy.

He was the leader of the saints and knights. He was in a position that had his own status.

There was also a dog-like law that said that a saintess must be chaste for the rest of her life.

Because of that, she had little time to be alone with Claire, but at least she didn’t have to notice others here.

“That, by the way, Leon.”

“Why is that?”

“Since you came to the Holy Kingdom, why don’t you call me by name like before?”

“That’s the saintess.”

The life in Claire’s eyes disappeared.

“Ha… Holy Lady.”

“…”

“…Che, Claire.”

When I called her name, Claire showed a happy expression.

“Okay. Let’s take a short break.”

“Then would you like a cup of tea?”

“I’m Leon.”

**

“Haa…Haa…”

The blood flowing from the severed right arm did not stop.

I could feel Claire’s body temperature cooling down little by little.

“Please wait a moment.”

I leaned Claire against the wall as carefully as I could.

The by-products of ‘it’ stood in the way.

I knocked off all the flying tentacles with an eerie sound. And then the huge swing that followed.

Sparks flew as the sword sharpened in the aisle.

I packed up her guys and hurried back to her.

“Claire?”

I don’t know how she got up, but she got up and was using her holy power.

Why are you drilling a hole in the wall?

“What are you doing. Please take it easy.”

“There was a wider space between the walls than I thought. Let’s go in here first. Before they come out again.”

After filling the gap in her wall, she hurriedly pulled out all her belongings.

I pulled out one of her beds and laid her down.

There was nothing she could do for her already eroded by her curse.

Slowly her breathing slowed.

“Leon.”

“…Yes.”

“Small… I’ll sleep for a little while. Please watch over me.”

“Forever.”

Is it because I shed too much blood?

The strength of the whole body went out.

“Claire…Can I get some sleep too?”

There was no response from her.

**

“And when I opened my eyes again, my body was like this.”

“…What happened to the saintess?”

“Ah. Come to think of it, neither of you have seen the saintess yet. She is sleeping over there.”

‘Is a saint also a death knight? Is she or is she rich.’

“Come over here.”

Leon led me to a room with a curtain in the corner.

“When did it happen?”

“I don’t know.”

Lucia, who suddenly woke up, was also following me.

For some reason, it was an expression of embarrassment somewhere.

“I’m sorry about earlier.”

“No. As a person lives, she can make some mistakes. She is a saint and is about to kill people.”

“Oh no!”

Lucia’s reaction was more fun than I thought.

She didn’t die anyway, so it didn’t matter to her, but this kind of reaction seems like something to be teased for a while.

“Please be quiet from here on.”

As we followed Leon into the room, what greeted us was a white bone lying on the bed.

It was not a Death Knight or a Lich, but the bones of a pure dead person.

“The saintess is also sleeping for a long time today. I think you can leave.”

Leon acted as if the skeleton was alive.

“Hey…This.”

Lucia tried to say something of hers, but my hand covered her mouth.

“…Up?”

“Wait.”

Lucia showed a questioning expression, but she had no choice but to stop for now.

‘There is only one condition to become a Death Knight…’

Now was not the time to tell the truth.

I doubted whether they would accept it as saying.

Let’s wait in the living room-like place again, and Leon, who was talking to himself, came out of the room.

“I’m sorry. The saintess says she’s a bit tired.”

“Is it okay if I ask you a question?”

“If I can answer that.”

“I’m curious about the conditions for attacking the sanctuary and the identity of the enemy you mentioned.”

He couldn’t sigh because his body was made of only bones, but Leon showed that for a while.

“Here is the sanctuary where the gods who have lost their status as gods and their by-products are sealed.”

The impressions I made after listening to the following words,

Impossible.

Was one word.