I’m not going to die

7 – Cleric Vesiah

“Ai-ssi, maybe it’s because you put your head down, your mouth will go back.”

“Hey, if you can hear me, can you answer me?”

“Don’t you have anything to say to the apostate who bowed in front of the warlock?”

If you look at what you say, you might be a priest… . I think I did.

In any case, the spirit seemed to be very strong.

Ordinary people would suffer from torture magic for a week and suffer from trauma for the rest of their lives, but that girl was swearing out loud.

Even if the tone seems so light, it may be as good as the quality.

Persistence and perseverance are also talents.

“…Think whatever you want, so, I don’t think you’re going to die then.”

“Who dies? Am I still fine?”

“No, should I go for three days? Haven’t you eaten anything right? It’s amazing that you can withstand torture magic like that, even though you have skinny bones.”

“It’s fun.”

As I was about to speak further, I heard footsteps.

The atmosphere became quiet as if a mouse had died.

Gaudium came down the stairs.

“Eat.”

He threw me a piece of white bread.

This must be the reward for listening well.

The bread is warm and smells like it was just baked.

It doesn’t make me hungry though.

“There is no meal for you.”

And there was no food given to the girl who was still rebellious.

If she was a valuable test subject, she would take care of it so that she wouldn’t die, but in Gaudium’s eyes, it doesn’t seem to be worth that much.

In the first place, since there was an enforcement department that constantly brought in test subjects, there was no need to worry about just one slave.

Even if it’s from a priest.

When Gaudium returned, the atmosphere that had become heavy disappeared.

Rather than repeat my words, I tossed the bread in my hand to the other side.

“eat.”

“I don’t need the sympathy of an apostate.”

“Then you really die. You should know the condition of your body well.”

“…”

I see a hand reaching out to the white bread that has fallen in front of the barbed wire.

That hand was so skinny that it made me sad to see it.

yikes- yikes-

She chewed up the white bread in an instant and seemed to hesitate several times, but quietly.

Speak in a voice that I can hear.

“…thanks.”

There was no need to thank him for this.

It made no difference whether I chewed up white bread or chewed up grains of sand.

I would eat anything to maintain a minimal appearance, but the value of food was different between me and the girl who could die if she starved even a little.

A simple common name or something.

I decided to get a priest, so I need to know the name.

“I am Argal, what is your name?”

“Bescia.”

“If you don’t intend to die, listen to the warlock to some extent. You have to live, at least for a short while.”

“I don’t know the tribes? I have to endure anyway… . Either die, or suffer worse than dying. Either way, I’d rather die.”

I calculated the time in my head.

I had no intention of staying for a long time as a Gaudium experiment.

If he had killed his face, which made him feel sick just by looking at it, he would have killed him, why?

Besides, I promised to come back to Caron, but if it takes a month or two, that is not keeping the promise.

at least one week.

come back within a week

regardless of means and methods.

Because that’s what I do best.

“If you endure for two days, no, just one day, I will make a way.”

“You’re talking nonsense. Why did you come up with a method in one day? Is it possible to be a duke or Gongja-sama, or even a sword master to descend to save you?”

“Something similar to that will happen.”

“…What?”

If I was determined, I could destroy Ambrosia’s stronghold in half, if not annihilate it.

It’s not the kingdom’s executive branch, it’s just the black magician’s headquarter.

Originally, it was intended to completely annihilate them, but then they inevitably had to fight the executive, and if they killed the executive, the sword master of the kingdom would descend.

I don’t know how, because I’ve experienced it myself.

After killing the executive to bring down the royal family, he eventually faced the Sword Master.

In addition, the promise with Caron and the cleric’s few remaining lifelines were problems.

If left alone for three days, that girl would surely die.

The moment Gaudium tortures the girl in the middle, the time will be further shortened.

She was weak enough to put a time limit of three days.

It was to cover that with overwhelming mental strength, so it wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed at any moment and died instantly.

In the midst of such thoughts, Bessia said something absurd.

“That… . By any chance, where is the duke… . Joe?”

If he was a Confucius from a duke’s family and not just a nobleman, even an Amman priest would have to pierce his head.

It was a misunderstanding that could have been made, but it was an unnecessary misunderstanding anyway, so I quickly corrected it.

“It’s just a Korean-American baron family.”

“Ac, you misunderstood, and besides, a good rescue team would come if it was from a Korean-American family?”

“It’s another way, so don’t worry and just stay alive.”

“I was expecting nothing.”

Even Bessia, who has strong mental power, seems to have given up on escaping on her own.

It deserves it.

If only there was a black magician called Gaudium, I wouldn’t know, but this is a place where hundreds of black magicians gathered.

As long as they are lurking, there is only a future waiting for powerless slaves to die even if they commit a surge.

Did she still have hope?

Some time passed.

Only the small breathing between each other could be heard.

It was a dungeon without any light, so there was no sense of time, but it seemed like a day would pass.

When I got tired of the silence, Gaudium came down.

“hehehehe, did you sleep well?”

He smiled and appeared in front of me.

With a silent nod, he smiles and crosses over to the other side.

And in front of Bessia, she asked the same question as yesterday.

“Are you thinking of following me?”

Bow your head just once.

Then I can save you.

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Just as Gaudium was waiting for an answer, I also waited for her answer.

Did what I said yesterday work?

“picture… . I’ll do it.”

The moment the head was bent, the dam that was tightly blocked collapsed.

A torrent of emotions covered the girl.

No matter how strong a spirit I wrap myself up.

Others have gone through the pain of giving up long ago.

“So, please save me.”

Two words filled with tears.

Not acting, but pure sincerity.

That’s what the girl wanted to say.

However, because I did not want to forsake God, I did not want to give up my faith, so I cried out to God in my heart and endured that one word.

In the past, I would have died because I couldn’t say that one word.

“Keuhehehehe, hahahaha!”

Gaudium smiled maniacally.

The priest, who always stood tall above me, bowed his head, so it seemed that he was filled with joy.

“Heh, heh… . Yes, both come out, I have something to show you.”

The prison bars were opened, and Bessia and I walked out of the prison.

Bethia seemed to have no energy at all, barely able to keep her feet together, but somehow she was able to keep up.

Gaudium said as he climbed the stairs.

“We study immortality. The ultimate black magic to overcome death, in fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s not black magic, sorcery, the great devil, human sacrifice, evil spirits. If anything comes close to immortality, I will gladly capture it.”

The girl frowned.

As a priest, this is unacceptable.

Because they believe that it is their God-given destiny to live a fixed lifespan and leave as a human being.

“And I had a hunch that the end of this study was approaching. Yes, sooner or later, one of you may become the Undead, and if you co-operate well with me, you will live eternal life, approaching God in the glory of infinite power and power.”

It was not wrong.

In fact, I became an immortal.

I came back here by a warrior.

“It is the first step to glory.”

It was an unpredictable altar at how much money it cost.

I didn’t know what it was in the past, but when I saw that altar through the eyes of a warlock, I could tell how luxurious it was.

The blood of close to thousands of people was painted over and dried, and the blood of hundreds of children was contained on top.

He made an altar by grinding the bones of a child and a human who had sacrificed the blood, and on top of it, the devil’s horns were morphologically shaped.

Considering the elaborate sentence engraved on the altar, it is a level that cannot be achieved unless I change my life.

“The due date is in one month.”

As the first step in the ritual, the victim’s blood is to be sprinkled.

Since I also went through the same process and performed the ceremony, it was clear that Gaudium would do the same.

If there is one variable here.

“You won’t last a day, let alone a month.”

“…”

“Tsk, bring some potions. Better than dying along the way.”

With that, Gaudium left.

Bethia’s condition is so bad that it’s a choice that can’t be helped.

When Gaudium left the seat, Bessia immediately collapsed on the spot.

The girl didn’t have the stamina to hold out any longer.

Unless hope comes to overturn despair.

“…So what’s the method?”

Come to think of it, is this the first time you’ve met and talked like this?

No matter how bad her condition was, the girl’s appearance was conspicuous.

Furthermore, her silver hair and eyes are the symbol of a saint.

Feeling a little strange, I tell her.

“Wait here for a moment.”

“wait? what are you going to do?”

“You will find out soon.”

I opened the locked door as Gaudium left.

A very familiar lock.

How many times have you closed and opened this door?

rattle-

“What, what? how do you know… .”

“Shh.”

She shouldn’t follow.

I had to bring my main armament, and it will allow me to smash this place and escape.

To explain this situation, I did not know when Gaudium would return, so I gave only a minimal explanation.

“Wait, I’ll be right back.”

“No, I’ll tell you what to do… !”

thud-

After closing the door, I saw the whole view of Ambrosia.

dark underworld.

A mage tower for black magicians only.

I see black magicians busily passing by.

There were some who looked at the slave for a moment when they saw the slave alone, but they soon stopped paying attention because they saw that he opened the door and came out intact.

Maybe it was when Ambrosia was first formed, but now there are warlocks who use slaves as assistants.

Besides me, there are also free-roaming slaves.

All you need here is courage.

It was rather more dangerous to move with fear, fear, and fear.

Descend deeper into the basement.

Go down the stairs and move to the space where Ambrosia’s treasure is stored.

I was very used to it here too.

A place where the treasures of each warlock are registered and stored.

This also required a dedicated password to enter, but he knew the password well.

Having lived here for a long time, I was so used to it as if I had returned home.

Of course, there was a manager.

“What are you?”

“There is a treasure to be brought by Gaudium-nim’s command.”

“Is that so? I’ve never seen a slave like you… .”

The manager inspected my face carefully, but couldn’t see any anxiety or worry in my always expressionless face.

“Okay, write down the password.”

He handed me a piece of paper, and I wrote down the code for Gaudium’s exclusive treasure room.

The manager, who saw that he wrote it down in a skillful handwriting, smiled and opened the door, as if he had gained credibility.

“Because he’s his slave, well, the lesser evil is better than the worst.”

When I opened the door and entered, I could see a mountain of black magic tools piled up innumerable.

I’ve finally come this far, but I have a problem.

“So where is the dagger?”

The warehouse was disorganized to the extent that it could not be found by ordinary searching.