Possessed in a Game That Is Full of Mods

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late night. Caicilia sat on a throne overlooking the central hall. And that too, for a whole day, alone, without anyone in this place.

The hall, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, was extremely quiet, and all the lights were turned off, creating a gloomy atmosphere. Only the moonlight coming through the huge glass window barely provided a light source.

Caicilia placed her right thigh on top of her left thigh, crossed her legs, leaned back on a throne decorated with red cushions and gold, rested her right elbow on a dragon-carved armrest, and stared at something in the center of the hall.

It was the corpse of something that had been called her brother in the past, long since cooled down. The black blood that flowed out immediately hardened. He no longer moved or squirmed.

The name had already been changed at the time the holy sword was struck, but Caicilia had a different purpose in bringing the corpse here and watching it for a day.

“Did you say you didn’t know anything?”

A cold murmur escaped Caicilia’s mouth.

When ordered to reveal everything about the rookie, Iris replied that she knew very little.

At most, all he knew was where he met the newcomer, why he brought him to the Knights, and what happened after he was brought to the Knights.

This was not particularly helpful information. Except for the fact that he lost most of his memories due to the witch’s curse and all his stats were reduced to the bottom.

“All stats have deteriorated?”

The corners of his lips curled up slightly. It was an act of obvious ridicule.

There was no lie in Iris’ words. At least Iris herself, the knight commander who had brought in a new knight whose identity was unknown, firmly believed that the explanation she had given was the truth.

“Then, you must have lied.”

Caicilia rose from her throne. Slowly, step by step, I started down the stairs. Feet wrapped in black boots stepped on the red carpet.

His footsteps stopped in front of the corpse of a half-man, half-horse with a holy sword stuck in it. The cold gaze that started from the inside of the gold, which was more golden than gold, took a close look at its appearance.

A half-horned horn on his head. A face with a torn mouth down to the ears. Skin-covered wings protruding from the back. Scales sprouting all over the body. Arms and legs transformed into retrojoints. elongated nails.

And, the wounds emitted a faint white light in response to the sacred power of the holy sword.

“A foolish thing. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

As soon as Caicilia saw her brother, the devil, in the basement, she noticed that his body was full of scars from divine weapons.

It seemed that the purpose of hiding the wounds was to hide the wounds through the resilience of the devil in its own way, but it seemed that he threw the knights to beat the lord to their heart’s content, but it was all futile.

The scars engraved on the body of the unclean by divine power are not so easily concealed.

Compared to the popes of Raphaella Castle, who were considered to be no different from goddesses who descended to earth, she might be one step behind, but Caicilia was also a person who could handle the holy sword with her own strength.

Even if all the sacred weapons on the continent were gathered, the weapon that was considered to overwhelm the power was the holy sword, and there was no way that a being who could handle the holy sword would not be able to grasp the scars engraved with divine power.

Caicilia tightly gripped the handle of the holy sword. Then, the feeble white light that had flowed from every corner of the demon’s body became even thicker. A wound that was short in length, but dug deep into the inside.

It was a trace of a dagger.

“Even though you have been blessed with a dagger imbued with divine power, you have lost your memory and don’t even know who you are? Did you really think that would be a proper excuse?”

A cold sneer ensued. A person who is not enough to have a blessed dagger and is able to handle it, has lost his memory and all his stats are low?

It’s a lie. As long as the scars carved from the blessed weapon remained on the body of this half-man, half-horse, he could only think that the new knight had lied to him unconditionally.

Aurora was a woman with no fighting skills. Although he was more mature in all aspects than when he was young, it was only about his appearance and temperament, not his fighting ability.

The four captains of the Knights of the Silver Dawn have excellent fighting skills, but they cannot handle divine power either.

No wonder. Even if he robbed the entire empire, there was no human who could use divine power unless he was related to Raphaella’s kingdom.

But, he wasn’t. Caicilia thought deeply.

No matter how weak a demon it is that it failed to encroach on even one human being, in order to inflict meaningful damage on even such a demon, you must at least become an apprentice nun in the Holy See.

Even the women called apprentice nuns in the Vatican had the level of divine power to lead a large church outside.

Repelling demons meant that.

“Everything is contradictory, but everything fits.”

The more I thought about it, the more I became curious about the identity of the new knight.

It handles a level of divine power that can damage the devil, but it is said that all abilities have deteriorated due to a curse.

He is knowledgeable enough to have obtained a blessed weapon from somewhere, but he has lost all the memories to support that knowledge.

Nothing has been revealed about himself, but he acts as if he knows everything.

so.

“It can’t be true that you don’t know anything, huh… … .”

I didn’t think that the corner of my mouth that was vaguely curled up would come down. It’s been a long time, really, it’s been a long time since I felt like I was thinking about something pleasant.

If everything in the new article is false, then the contents of the letter Aurora sent are also false. That such a talented person ‘accidentally’ found a book with demons? can it be

“Call for the captain of the Golden Twilight Knights.”

Caicilia shouted into the empty air. Shortly after the echoes crashed against the walls and pillars and disappeared, a knight entered the hall proudly through the side door.

It was a knight whose entire body was decorated with gold armor, and his cloak, helmet, and sword sheath were also decorated with gold. The knight who approached right in front of Caicilia with a controlled gait knelt down.

“Did you call, Your Majesty!”

“I will give you an order.”

“Yes, tell me anything!”

“Take the gold coins and go to Aurora’s estate. Go and give the money to the lord there as a reward for getting rid of the demons in time, and find the Knights of the Argent Dawn.”

When the word “Knights of the Silver Dawn” came out of Caicilia’s mouth, the body of the knight wearing the helmet flinched for a moment. Like it or not, Caicilia continued.

“There must be a new guy who joined there a while ago. Watch his every move, what he does. I will give you two weeks.”

“After watching, what can I do!”

“Report me without missing anything. It’s okay even if it looks trivial on the outside. Don’t miss out on anything.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The knight in golden armor bowed his head and turned around in a controlled motion to leave the central hall. With a thud, the door slammed shut, leaving me alone again in the concourse.

“I had never been so interested in anything in my whole life, so it was such a pleasant feeling to be interested in something.”

Cacilia, who had approached the demon’s corpse, stared blankly at the dozens of scars that still reveal weak divine power. Then, I grabbed the handle of the holy sword that pierced the body and gave it strength.

A light like the sun burst from the holy sword. Suddenly, the demon’s corpse was enveloped in white flame and began to burn. It was a purifying flame that only condemned heresy.

The demon’s body soon turned into a handful of ashes and disappeared. After finishing the treatment, Caicilia let go of the handle, and the holy sword immediately turned into a bright halo. There was nothing left where the body had been.

“I will watch over you.”

After finishing the work, Caicilia muttered that.

I’ll keep an eye on that new article. Watch and watch again, and you will find out at all costs what secrets you are hiding.

Telling lies in letters sent to you? You can skip anything. Hiding your true identity? You can skip anything. Anything like that was just a minor deviation.

only one. If that person was truly a person who would be useful to her own ambitions, and if that person was a person who would become a faithful sword by Caicilia’s side, she could turn a blind eye to such trivial things.

“But, if not.”

A ghastly life filled up inside the gold that shimmered. If not, if it’s just trash that stands out for a very short time like a bunch of idiots and then falls to the ground.

You will definitely have to pay for it.

“So, prove your abilities.”

So that this pleasant feeling can last for a long time without being crumbled by the cruel ending.