Became a Villain in Romance Fantasy

34- Sanctuary Attack (4)

“What is a god who has lost his dignity?”

Obviously, there were no parts where gods appeared in the original work.

I had to come out when Lucia used divine power or indirectly.

The boss of the sanctuary is a god.

“The creators of the gods are basically immortal, but they are just one existence.”

“What do you mean, are you insulting the gods?”

Before Leon could finish his story, Lucia cut him off and poked her face.

Yes.

She has lived her entire life as a saint. You may have this reaction.

“Ugh!”

He stabbed Lucia in the side.

She screamed and kicked her back away from me.

“Don’t you know what the current situation is like? Right now, even if it’s just the tentacles, you’re going to die by yourself in an instant.”

Clearly, Lucia isn’t the weak side either, and she was a bad match.

If you don’t break her head, you won’t be able to attack with high destructive divine power against those who regenerate.

“That…But.”

Still, I wanted to take this opportunity to correct my habit of interrupting others.

“Hmm…I guess that’s the case. I tried to kill people, but I guess it’s easy enough to cut off people’s words.”

“Why are you saying that again?”

As if this guy had some kind of conscience, she showed a somewhat apologetic look.

“Ha…Okay. I’m not going to stop listening now. Keep talking.”

“Really?”

“Ah! So, shall we make a promise?”

Lucia held out my right hand with one hand and held out her little finger with the other hand.

“What are we going to do?”

“…A promise.”

A promise?

Are you suggesting that we use the pinky finger for a promise?

She was amazed that it existed in this world.

I wonder if it doesn’t matter since it originally started in medieval Europe.

“I will, I will not.”

She was Lucia who seemed shy after starting herself.

“You two are really good.”

Leon, who was watching us, spoke up.

There was no expression on his face because he was only bones.

But I felt a bit lonely.

“The saintess was originally a noisy person, too. I’m worried because she’s been sleeping all day lately.”

I couldn’t even dare to think of him turning his head toward the room where the saint’s ashes were.

“So, what are you going to do next?”

This guy is a body with no lifespan, so even if it doesn’t matter, Lucia and I wanted to escape the sanctuary as soon as possible.

In the first place, I was comfortable with the idea that the attack would be possible in a day. No matter how much Leon’s supplies were, it seemed better to hurry as much as possible.

“I… Must also defeat the boss.”

“If you fight with three people, it won’t be a battle without a win.”

“No. I’ll go alone.

“What are you talking about?

My questionable eyes turned to Leon.

“When the battle begins, all of their by-products will disappear, and the entrance will open as well. In the meantime, you two escape. The place where the god is is automatically sealed, so don’t worry.”

‘In the original story, perhaps… Leon took necessary items while fighting, so he just passed them over.’

Leon’s words could explain everything.

A boss room that does not open during a boss battle, and a dungeon where no enemies appear during that time.

“Do you have any reason to do it alone?”

“It’s something I have to finish.”

“Then I won’t stop you.”

**

“I wish you a safe return.”

“I wish you victory.”

I left Leon and Lucia saying hello and walked towards the exit.

“You… I have something to tell you.”

Lucia, who often walked next to me, spoke to her.

“What is it?”

“The 6th Saint Chloe, she is not a Saint.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Even if Leon was wearing armor, it was the Holy Kingdom’s.”

“The 6th seat is officially vacant. It is recorded that you were excommunicated.”

It is safe to say that the saintess was the highest leader of the kingdom.

It was close to impossible to excommunicate an existence fundamentally different from the pope.

“In what name?”

“For the crime of embezzling an imperfect magic tool that revives the dead, obtained from defeating black magicians.”

“So…Leon didn’t become a Death Knight on his own will, but the saintess made him that way?”

“Maybe.”

Something was strange.

No matter how pessimistic he may be towards God, the one who is basically in a position to borrow divine power is a Death Knight?

I thought I was resurrected simply out of regret for being a saint.

But that wasn’t the case.

My childhood friend who liked him so much couldn’t let him die.

“Shouldn’t I have said that beforehand?”

“No…You told me to stop talking.”

“It was a story about not interfering in what others are saying out of the blue.”

“No, that’s…”

A sigh came out at the sight of Lucia, who had always said ‘no’ in her mouth in the 5vs5 game she used to enjoy.

“Ha…”

“Are you sure you’re going this way?”

Lucia grabbed my wrist and looked back down the aisle he had come back from.

It seemed that Leon’s not knowing the truth bothered him.

My plan was to go out with some useful items while Leon was fighting, referring to the two of them in the original work.

“For those who were once gods… There are good enough things, right?”

…That was an absurd excuse, even when I think about it.

“Isn’t that obvious!”

Hearing my words, Lucia showed a bright smile and pulled me back the way I came.

He looked like a child trying to boast about something great.

Is it so strange that I am offering to help someone?

“But.”

“Yes?”

“Is it okay for a saintess who has to live a noble life to touch a man’s body like this?”

“You’re so… Inflexible.”

‘Aren’t people who start off attacking when they’re angry aren’t flexible enough?’

“But Lucia.”

“Why again?”

“Isn’t the barrier applied when the battle starts?”

“Oh.”

Reluctantly, I wrapped Lucia around her side.

“Everything, what are you doing? Do you think it’s okay to put your hands on the saintess’ body as you please!”

“I don’t think there’s anything worth touching.”

“Sir, do you know what a serious crime it is to harass a saintess!”

Lucia kept trying to escape, but she hurriedly ran down her aisle.

**

‘I know.’

I already knew that Chloe was dead.

I saw a loved one rot in real time.

Even so, in order to deceive yourself.

Cleaning the decaying corpse daily and dressing her ashes were necessary actions.

There are two known conditions for creating a Death Knight.

The black magician’s sword is made of mana,

It was a case of those who left a grudge in their lives and were resurrected to achieve it.

‘In my case, it’s probably the latter.’

If there is a lingering attachment to life, there is only one.

‘Chloe.’

For failing to protect her.

Even before she was alive, I lived only for her.

Her

Her I was happy when I thought I could protect her even in death.

Until she found out she was dead.

Then, we have one goal.

To kill those who lost their dignity and created a disgusting place called the Sanctuary.

700 Years.

It was enough time for the holy sword to gather enough mana.

-There are 5 holy swords, wouldn’t it be okay to take at least one?

She was more like a saint than anyone else,

She was a woman who was more suited to being a saint than anyone else.

“After…”

I couldn’t sigh because I had no vocal cords, but I felt something coming out of my mouth.

-Kiik.

I opened a door with unknown prophecies written on it.

A huge cavity came in front of me.

‘It was long. I endured it, looking forward to killing these guys.’

I put strength into the hand holding the holy sword, not the greatsword I used to use.

Boom!

A huge tentacle slammed right next to it.

At the same time, a huge body fell from the ceiling.

“What are you doing to disturb the sleep of the gods?”

Perhaps it has grown in size in 700 years, but in the past it looked like a simple gigantic slime.

It was now the size of a castle. Hundreds of eyeballs flickered on the slimy body.

If Chloe saw it, it was so gross that she hid behind me while freaking out.

“Those who have lost their position as gods and have become ugly. Let’s put an end to it today.”

“Who…? Aha! Is that the article back then?”

A wave of sound filled the cavity.

“I will punish you in the name of Chloe, the 6th saint of the Holy Land.”

“Where was the saintess at that time? She looked so confident, she put a little curse on her and she looked like she was about to die.”

There was no need to succumb to his provocation.

She grabbed the holy sword with both hands and charged at once.

I cut off the tentacles flying in front of her eyes.

Pricked her eyeballs.

I ran to avoid the curses he was spraying.

Every time you cut a tentacle, a black liquid sprayed into the air.

‘I can win.’

It was different then.

An opponent who dreamed of revenge even while strategizing with a body like this…

‘Huh?’

Suddenly, my leg was crushed.

The arm fell off, and the Holy Sword fell.

I rolled on the floor ugly.

“He was once a god who gave you life. Did you dare to think that even the dead could not do as they pleased?”

I couldn’t avoid the tentacles flying in front of my eyes.

I had no legs to escape.

‘Is this the end… I’m sorry, Chloe.’

The moment I thought I would die without being able to even avenge the woman I love.

Soon-.

Dozens of slashes began to hack at the tentacles.

“Laplace de Crown, Duke of the Empire, will participate in the war.”