Chapter 133: Stain

Chapter 133: Stain

Spitting saliva, frothing at the mouth, and with bloodshot eyes, he screamed.

There was resentment in it.

What made Austin like this? He wasnt a mere follower of the Main Martial King. In the countless battles in the Alhyeon Room, Henry always fought with reason. Even in defeat, his noble lineage was evident, and thus, he remained in memory as a thorough villain.

But Austin before me I dont know.

Drip-drop-

Austin slowly took a step.

Blood flowed like a waterfall from his cleanly severed shoulder. Impossible amounts of blood came from his shriveled body, wetting the floor, and his body, which should have already fallen and died, walked as if possessed by a ghost.

It was a phenomenon beyond reason.

Thats why it was mesmerizing.

Everyone who had no choice but to watch the situation looked at Austin with eyes filled with fear.

Numerous speculations ran wild. The return of a demon, the advent of an apostle, or perhaps a curse from an evil god.

The incessant bleeding and the peculiar energy that engulfed the space made Austin appear as something transcendental.

However,

Only Shiron saw Austin for what he truly was.

What are you saying?

Shiron adjusted his grip on the sword hilt and muttered. He felt complicated emotions towards this unprecedented madness, but nothing more than that.

Austin was just a person who luckily gained power by picking up an item. He hadnt trained his mana for a long time, nor was he a powerful magical beast from birth.

If youre going to go mad, do it gracefully. Muttering nonsense, what a fit.

So, he didnt give up the thought that he could definitely kill him. Shiron glared, aiming his holy sword at Austin.

This time, it wouldnt end with just an arm.

Breathing, footsteps, gaze, he scraped together all the information he could get. More thoroughly and certainly than ever, he would kill him.

Die

Austin raised his staff high, and a dull, murky energy gathered at its raised tip. This energy, capable of crushing everything, surged, filling the surroundings with a curse.

Austin continuously emitted cursed energy.

However, despite emitting so much cursed energy, the curse did not reach Shiron.

It was a slow attack that merely spewed cursed energy. The moment he realized the attack would never hit

Light burst forth.

The flash swallowed the curse and all peculiar shadows, and a beam of light rushed towards Austins neck.

The powerfully swung holy sword tore Austin apart.

Ah

Austin couldnt even scream. By the time he realized something had touched his neck, his vision had already turned upside down.

Thud-

A white head rolled on the ground.

As Austins head fell, the remaining cursed energy swelled. Shiron had no intention of leaving it be.

Whoosh!

The holy sword emitted light again.

The holy light that filled the Alhyeon Room burned all the cursed energy away. The energy that corrected the natural order extinguished the wrongful flames as if burning them away.

The light that eradicated the impure energy continued to burst forth. It wasnt just the cursed flames that were being erased.

Whoosh-!

Blood spurted from Austins neck, but Shiron was not drenched by the blood fountain. The holy light did not allow Shiron to be defiled.

The sanctity that didnt stop at the light turned into flames. The blood that spurted upwards from below did not fall from above to below.

Sanctity was the essence of healing, but Austin could not be healed. The light did not regard him as human but as an entity to be exterminated. Proving this, the byproducts from him were extinguished by the holy flames.

Light filled the space.

To the world.

Cardinal Deviale muttered softly.

When consciousness returned was not important. As he watched the stage play beyond the huge glass window, the Cardinal felt an illusion as if he were witnessing a scene from a sacred painting, translated from the scriptures into images.

The Sword of Light and Overwhelming Sanctity.

The scene, exactly as described in the scriptures, unfolded before his eyes. Tears filled Deviales eyes.

But

For some reason, the darkness clinging to the ceiling did not disappear. Shirons face was drenched with sweat, unable to erase the impurity. He gripped the holy sword even tighter, and the intensity of the light grew stronger. Yet, no matter how much light he emitted, the darkness on the ceiling remained.



Why, after searching so thoroughly, was I unable to perceive your existence?

You do not answer. Then, I must find out for myself.

Shiron saw the angels ring twist.

This situation,

An angel.

Shiron felt he should stop his pointless thoughts. And his bad premonition came true.

Your soul is skewed towards impurity.

Huh.

Shiron let out a hollow laugh.

So, thats why you have not appeared until now. Ive discovered something interesting.

The beheaded corpse had no eyes, yet it seemed to see him clearly.

Its a shame to call it a beheaded corpse. It must have had a name from birth.

What now?

This soul, pitied by our god was to be an apostle delivering the will of the god.

The conversation with the beheaded corpse didnt feel like a conversation.

He just laid out snippets of information, as if only saying what he wanted to.

What?

But even with those snippets of information, Shirons eyes widened.

The fact that Austin was to become an apostle was completely unknown to him.

Shiron Prient. You could not have known.

Somehow, this entity even knew the name he hadnt spoken. Had it sifted through Austins memories? Or had it dug up information on him? Either way, it was exceedingly troublesome. Despite trying not to show it, his eyes twitched.

Its a fact not written in the prophecies of Prient that you can see.

Are you going to keep your mouth shut? You should know its futile. Or perhaps, are you frozen in fear? I believe that could be the case.

At that moment, Jaganata took a step back.

Hmm, I wanted to talk a bit more.

He muttered something incomprehensible. What was he talking about without having had a single conversation?

Once again, Jaganata uttered something incomprehensible.

An incomplete body cannot endure. Lets end this.

End this? It was at that moment.

Kwaaaa-

A pillar of light fell right in front of Shiron.

As if the darkness that had swallowed all the light of the holy sword was a lie, it crumbled quickly.

Nothing was left where the light fell.

Neither Austins corpse nor the relic of the Main Martial King.

Such was the intensity of Seiras bombardment.

Kid are you okay?

A slightly trembling, urgent voice. Seira, who had approached by his side, asked how he was doing.

Thanks.

Instead of saying he was okay, Shiron expressed his gratitude. Then, he turned and headed towards a certain location.

Kid! Where are you going!

Despite the calls from behind, Shiron did not stop and ran towards the door of the Alhyeon Room.

The thing that had been bothering him all this time, the golden eyes watching him through the gap in the door.

Bang!

Shiron forcefully opened the door and looked down.

A red-haired girl was trembling, holding her head.

Lucia.

Even when asked in a gentle voice, Lucia did not answer. Instead, she buried her head even deeper.