Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy

300 – How long have you been researching? – 4

In proportion to Bedler’s passionate gaze, my doubts also grew. If you have aroused curiosity by bringing up the topic of heresy, you should take responsibility, isn’t it too wicked to keep your mouth shut? Of the two ways of speaking that drive people crazy, one is to stop talking, and the second is—

“Oh, sorry.”

Fortunately, perhaps realizing that it was rude, Bedler, who fell into silence, hurriedly opened his mouth. Yeah, he said it before urging me, so let’s see.

“As I just said, I felt a pagan aura from you. But I’m not sure which god it was.”

However, it still aroused curiosity, so I glanced at Tanian. Judging from what he’s saying, it seems that there is a pagan aura that I don’t even know about, but Tanian, who I’ve been with for almost a year, didn’t know about the aura that a priest seeing for the first time today could feel right away?

If Tanian were an apprentice priest, he would have thought he was still immature, but he is the next saint. Rather, if this Bedler didn’t feel it, he couldn’t feel it, and there’s no way Tanian didn’t know.

“I’m weak against cult search.”

And Tanian, feeling my gaze, protested first. This is not my field.

That’s a strange word. Apparently, during summer vacation last year, Tania was able to unilaterally defeat the Church of Dusk with Tania’s tracking method. A map hack that literally looks down from the sky. But is such a Tanian weak against pagan search? If you’re weak, isn’t Enen supposed to be strong?

“Can’t you tell right away if it’s the tracking method?”

“hahahaha, what you can find with the tracking spell is a heretic who has received the power of a god directly. It’s a different matter if there are only traces left.”

I don’t understand any more. Regardless of whether it is a pagan or a trace, in the end, it is the same that there is a pagan aura, so isn’t it the same?

“To elaborate, I need to talk about theology… Do you need it?”

“No.”

I shook my head resolutely at the sign that it might become TMI. I don’t want to know that much.

“Pagan archivists like me are sensitive to pagan aura. At least in this field, I’m more expert than Tanian.”

Fortunately, Bedler also gave an appropriate explanation, so he decided to just accept it. In the first place, having no knowledge about the Holy Law or the priests, it is also funny that I can’t say anything about it. If the experts say it, you should just trust it and move on.

Besides, it was more persuasive since it meant that priests had their own specialization. Even knights and wizards have different skill trees, but there is no difference between a priest and a priest.

“Brother, if you don’t mind…”

Anyway, probably still unable to deduce the owner of the trace, Bedler, who had been tilting his head for a long time, cautiously opened his mouth.

“Could you take off your clothes?”

?

In an instant, my hair went white.

Obviously, it wasn’t a request to take it off in a bad way.

“Because there is a limit to grasping only by feeling. I guess I will have to check the traces to get a feel for it.”

If you have to compare it, you can’t tell just by hearing the voice, so take off the mask and reveal your identity. Certainly, it would be better to see it with your own eyes rather than relying solely on the energy you feel under your clothes.

“Of course, this is a request out of my personal curiosity, so you can decline it. Rather, I’m sorry for even asking you this…”

“It’s okay. You can take off the top.”

Of course, it was not a normal request, so Bedler took a step back, but it is a sin to indulge after already stimulating curiosity. Now, even if Bedler doesn’t pay attention, I’m at the stage where I’m curious.

And after hearing her request to take off her clothes, I realized something belatedly. Actually, I should have noticed from the moment I looked at the upper body.

‘Scar.’

A scar from the left shoulder to the right pelvis like a highway. The last big taffy that Kagan left before he died. No matter how you think about it, that’s all there is to it. Since he cut while talking about the eternal blue sky, that must be it.

“Ah, that’s it.”

So when I went to a place where there were few people and showed the wound, Bedler, who was making a complex and subtle expression, smiled broadly.

Looking at it like this, it really is a different species. When the minister first saw this wound, he gave the impression that it was ugly.

‘Does the desire to explore precede?’

Like Gerhard, who is devoting his life to the history of the North, he seems to be a person whose desire for knowledge comes first. Otherwise, this reaction would not have occurred.

“Really. It’s wide but cramped, turbulent but gentle. It’s so complex that it’s hard to understand.”

“I see.”

In the meantime, strange expressions were pouring in, but I ignored them. If that’s the way the experts do it, I’ll have to do it and move on.

After checking his wounds for a long time, Bedler nodded with a satisfied face. Seeing no trace of the wonder shown in his booth, it seems that he has clearly identified whose trace it is.

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“Thank you for listening to my unreasonable request.”

He shook his head lightly at Bedler, who bent his back almost 90 degrees. I cooperated because I was also curious, and there is something I want to ask a cult expert about.

“So, did you know the identity of heresy?”

“It is the eternal blue sky. It is a god worshiped by the nomads of the north. It is a unique deity that is both a nature god and an animal god.”

As expected, he nodded. As expected, it was a knife bread left by Kagan, so it was a trace of eternal something. Well, if it’s a normal spell, there’s no way you’ll get an irrecoverable penalty for being cut.

A vicious bastard, I couldn’t believe it, but it was a blow with the energy of God. So, is flat hitting a divine punishment? Somehow it was f*cking strong.

Anyway, I wish I knew the identity. It’s not that some unexpected god came out, and it’s a god that Edler knows, so it’s easy to ask.

“I also have a request.”

“Ah, yes. Feel free to tell me. I will do as much as I can within my power.”

Fortunately, Bedler replied with a bright face, as if he hadn’t intended to run away with his business card as a priest.

Okay, since I said that, I can say it without hesitation.

“Can you purify that pagan energy?”

I asked cautiously, calming his trembling chest. If he is a pagan search specialist, he might be able to get rid of the aura of paganism.

The reason why the situation is strong is because of the eternal blue chew. It’s stuck in my body and I don’t think about getting out, so it’s impossible to recover. If we can evict these crazy illegal tenants, won’t we be able to mend the wounds?

Please. I don’t want to wear something like this for the rest of my life. Wives won’t cry if you show these scars every night. Even Louise and Irina don’t know that I have these scars.

“Ah.”

But as soon as I saw Bedler’s low reaction, I felt it. That’s not right.

‘Damn it.’

Yes, no matter how pagan experts are, if it was a wound that a priest could heal, it would have been healed long ago. After the end of the war, there were several priests who offered to heal my wounds, but among them, none felt the pagan energy.

“Looks like you said something stupid. Never mind.”

Still, I can’t help but regret it. Knowing the cause of the wound, I secretly expected it to run until it healed—

“It is possible to lighten it.”

“What?”

Anticipation rose again. Lightly? Can you weaken this illegal tenant?

“It’s impossible to suppress it if it’s a divine punishment handed down directly by God, but brother’s wounds are like those inflicted by humans. If the energy dwells through the medium of humans, it can be suppressed.”

My head was spinning fiercely at the hopeful words. In other words, it’s not the eternal blue sky, but the wounds from the Kagan bastard, so there’s no answer at all?

Sorry, eternal blue sky. For a moment I laid the guilt of the kagan on you.

“Of course, it’s impossible to completely erase it. Even so, your health will recover a lot, so taking comfort…”

“Of course. That’s enough.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Bedler burst into a small laugh and placed a hand on my shoulder as he recited a prayer.

“Cheer!”

“Kuh-“

And at the same time he vomited blood.

What the f*ck is this time again?

They wriggled on the ground side by side with Bedler. In a state full of hope, an unexpected shock came, and I immediately fell over. Is this what it would feel like to have a titanium spear inserted into your heart?

Bedler, a comrade who also coughed up blood, barely lifted his face, grunting as if the shock was not too great. In an instant, the word quack shot to the top of my throat, but I couldn’t help it when I saw Bedler’s face.

“This is strange. God’s energy and God’s will are too strong.”

Bedler muttered in confusion as he spat the pooled blood in his mouth. That was far from the look of a negligent person. Rather, it is the appearance of being treated diligently and being punished.

“This only happens when the gods are enraged…? Merely interfering with wounds inflicted by humans…?”

Bedler, who had been muttering incessantly, continued to talk to me with a worried face.

“Brother, there’s something I want to check.”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever killed an apostle of the eternal blue sky, damaged a temple, or insulted a sacred object?”

I got goosebumps because it was such a hideous word just by hearing it. What is that crazy thing Even a god who loves humans will turn into an evil god if something like this happens.

And I got goosebumps from the fact that there was something I could figure out.

“An apostle is one who receives God’s favor and does God’s will. If you have to compare it, it’s like the saint of the Church of Dawn. Relics are things bestowed by God to such apostles.”

I kept my mouth shut for a while because something came to my mind, and Bedler kindly explained the term.

Unfortunately, as soon as he heard the explanation of the terms, his doubts changed to certainty.

‘Apostle?’

“The last sacrifice to the eternal blue sky was myself.”

Anyway, that looks like a kagan. I did hit that bastard.

‘Temple?’

“Chief, the building that appears to be a religious facility—”

“Burn it. Eliminate all the focal points for the Gaar tribe to reunite.”

It was probably burned when the remnants of the Gaar tribe were wiped out. There was a stone statue in the shape of a wolf at the entrance, so I broke it.

‘A new thing?’

“Master. This is—”

“Keep it in storage. You don’t have to manage it.”

Are those great swords and scythes? I heard the kagan always carries it.

…

‘It’s f*cked up.’

What is this? It’s not Enen who’s been twisting my path, it’s like the eternal blue sky.