I jokingly told my grandfather that I would give Tariki a gift, but the reality is a bit different. The sun I want to create is merely a means for conquest.
According to Karia's report, Tariki's forces have already swallowed the Burrow territory.
The citizens of the territory. The mansion's attendants. The criminals in the alleys. The soldiers guarding the streets. The priests of the church. The knights affiliated with the family.
Everyone is in a state of being consumed by darkness.
In the past, I thought I would only face some of them.
The difficulty of putting someone to sleep is entirely different from the difficulty of moving someone. I judged that with the current Nakrad, moving a few at once would be the limit.
After completing adequate preparations, I thought I could face the dungeon disguised as the Burrow family with sheer force.
However, the story has changed now.
If the magic circle activates and the darkness consumes the territory, all those people will become my enemies.
That volume is beyond what I can handle.
It’s a kind of military force and a disaster. If I respond clumsily, I will be suffocated before I even reach the mansion.
So, I prepare the sun.
No matter what Tariki has prepared, I will create a bright light that can erase all that darkness.
A brilliant light that will take away the night from those trapped in a deep slumber.
<...Theoretically, it seems possible.>
Hearing my plan to create the sun, my grandfather appeared somewhat displeased.
Was it to be expected? What I was about to do was a type that was far removed from common sense.
<It’s too reckless and carries a huge risk. Honestly speaking, if one of my subordinates brought something like this, I would have shouted, "Are you crazy?">
‘Grandfather, have you forgotten how I usually operate?’
No, grandfather. You’ve seen all the crazy things I’ve done, so what do you mean by risk?
<That may be true, but...>
My grandfather, who has seen my antics up close more than anyone else, seemed to be at a loss for words and dragged his voice out.
‘So, it’s still definitely possible, right?’
<Sigh. Yes. If it goes as you say.>
‘That’s all I needed to hear.’
Receiving my grandfather's affirmation, I told Alsetin to wait before heading out of the academy street.
Finding the person I wanted to meet was remarkably easy.
With immense holiness, she became a beacon by her very existence.
“Lady.”
Feiby. The false saint who will one day become the true saint.
The more she trained, the more I felt how skilled she was in handling holy magic.
One of the overpowered characters in Soul Academy.
In the early morning, as she prayed before the holy symbol in the church, she smiled upon seeing my face.
A smile filled with reassurance, relief, and happiness.
I smiled back at her and spoke.
‘I need your help.’
“Pathetic saint. I’m going to give you a special chance to let me help you. What will you do?”
“What should I do?”
Even though I had blurted out a request before greeting her, Feiby nodded without hesitation.
There was a kind of madness in her demeanor. A similar kind of madness I had seen from the sword.
Feeling perplexed, I asked her if she wouldn’t want to hear what I had to say, and Feiby tilted her head and replied.
“There’s no need to listen. You’re the one asking for a favor.”
‘...What if I ask for something strange?’
“Huh~ Anything? Then should I crawl on my feet and bark like a dog?”
“Is that necessary?”
Feiby’s face, devoid of even the slightest trace of a smile, made it impossible to distinguish whether she was being serious or joking.
So, I couldn’t bring myself to respond. If I said it was necessary, I felt she would actually follow through with it.
“I’m joking, my lady.”
The short, heavy silence vanished when Feiby let out a laugh.
...Oh. Right? That’s a joke, right?
“The reason I asked what I should do is that I thought there would only be one thing you’d ask for.”
Ah. That makes sense.
Feiby was the one who confirmed the abnormalities of the Burrow family. It was only a few days later that I came to ask her for something, so it was only natural that it would be related to the Burrow family.
So now, I’ve become a toy for Feiby.
To think that the kind and gentle saint would play tricks on me. It seems she thinks of me quite fondly.
Understanding that fact made me happy, but alongside that joy, I was indeed annoyed to be teased.
I must retaliate.
“Lady?! Does it hurt?! You say it hurts?!”
I appropriately punished her by pulling her cheeks, then took the now red-faced Feiby outside the church. The church was not a suitable place to have secret discussions.
The day I noticed the anomalies of the Burrow family.
Feiby explained everything she had seen to Lucy. She even mentioned that she could report the Burrow family to the church if necessary.
However, Lucy rejected her proposal.
She had no intention of borrowing the church’s power or even of bringing the matter to light. She told the pathetic saint to keep quiet for a while.
At that time, Feiby could not understand Lucy’s request.
The Apostle of the Evil God is trying to swallow the ducal family. If not handled quickly, it could lead to a great disaster.
According to the original plan, upon noticing any trace of this, she should report it to the church and cut it off at the root.
Having spent a long time as a symbol of the deity's church, Feiby understood the importance of this process better than anyone.
Yet, despite this, she followed Lucy's words as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She is an apostle of Armadhi. A being who hears the word of the deity from the closest distance. Whatever she requests must have a profound meaning behind it.
Feiby remained silent without a hint of doubt.
She waited quietly for the day when the will of the deity would descend upon the earth.
A few days later, on a morning like any other.
Lucy, who should have been sweating in the training ground, came to find Feiby at the church.
That alone was enough for Feiby to understand the situation. The Apostle of the Deity needs her to defeat the Evil God.
Her prediction was not wrong. Lucy wanted Feiby to help combat the disaster arising from the Burrow territory.
She had been chosen by the Apostle, Lucy.
It was something she should feel honored about, and if it were the usual Feiby, she might have shed tears of gratitude.
But Feiby could not do so.
“Let me tell you in advance; this is a trap that filthy garbage is trying to pull me into. As expected from that cautious trash, there will be a lot prepared, and it will be extremely dangerous. So think carefully. This is a matter of life and death.”
The words Lucy spoke were so strange.
“...Um. My lady.”
“What is it, pathetic saint?”
“Trap, you say?”
“Yeah. That pathetic, cowardly Evil God can’t take revenge on the deity directly, so he must be trying to torment me.”
“But you’re saying you’ll go there directly?”
“Hey. Are you hurt? Why do you keep asking me the same thing like a goldfish?”
“Why?”
Why?
Even knowing that it’s a trap.
Even knowing that it’s dangerous.
Even knowing that if I go there, I will surely suffer and may even die.
Why would she insist on going there herself?
There are plenty of good alternatives.
She could borrow the power of the nation or the church.
No matter how I think about it, there’s no reason for the lady to step into danger.
You, an apostle of the deity, have no reason to stake your life.
But why on earth would you insist on it?
“Why should I, a weakened being, accept help in facing that pathetic self-proclaimed god?”
“That’s not such a simple problem! My lady!...”
As Feiby was about to shout in disbelief at Lucy’s response, she suddenly realized one fact.
What if.
What if, as Feiby said, other forces were brought in?
What if the nation and the church were involved?
Feiby knew the answer to that.
She had heard it in her voice. She had read it in text. She had seen it in pictures. And she knew it too well because she had faced it with her own two eyes.
The Burrow family would vanish.
One of its members would be erased from history just for reaching out to the Evil God.
The Duke of Burrow would lose everything due to the foolish actions he committed in his youth.
Unlike Feiby, he would not even have the opportunity to repent.
He would surely fall into hell.
But what if the problem of the Burrow family were resolved without involving any other forces?
What if everything were quietly buried?
Having reached that thought, Feiby suddenly burst out laughing.
It was not the gentle laughter befitting a saint.
It was the laughter born out of disbelief.
And it was the laughter that came from being utterly amazed by the opponent before her.
So, you’re saying that, as a matter of course, you intend to throw your life away for the lives of others?
No one would acknowledge that achievement.
It’s even uncertain whether the Duke of Burrow himself would express his gratitude.
With not even a hint of hesitation, you intend to throw away your own life?
Ah, yes. Of course.
It’s because of this kind of person that Armadhi chose you as an apostle.
In contrast, this foolish me was calculating the value of my life.
Thinking that the life of the deity's apostle is precious compared to someone else’s.
Even though I was saved by your nobility.
I should offer prayers of atonement during the nights to come.
How long did I laugh?
It was only when Lucy began to look at Feiby with a worried expression that Feiby finally opened her eyes.
“My lady.”
“...Pathetic saint? You haven’t lost your mind, have you? Right?”
“I’ll do it.”
“Huh?”
“No matter what danger awaits, I’ll do it.”
To add my pitiful strength to the will of the noble apostle.
“So please tell me what I need to do.”
Unlike before, when Lucy scolded Feiby for saying something similar, this time it was different.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and only lifted one corner of her mouth.
“Got it. Pathetic saint. I’ll tell you what we need to do.”
“Yes. I will do my best with whatever it is.”
“We are going to the Arteia family right now and sell our dignity to the holy pervert there.”
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