Genius Warlock-Episode 487
487. a noble being (2)
honor).
A word that means high status or status and preciousness.
It could be said that there is no word that does not fit Oliver as well as this..
Because Oliver was a lowly being..
Not knowing who his father or mother was, he grew up in an orphanage and was eventually sold to a mine. Even in orphanages and mines, he was ostracized and crawled to the bottom..
Of course, later on, I was lucky enough to see the wide world and enjoy many blessings, but even so, it was not noble..
Being noble was something you were born with, beyond luck or effort..
But the devil said to Oliver: It's a noble being. I really couldn't understand. I can't even see through the emotions.
Just as Oliver, who couldn't find an answer no matter how much he thought about it, was about to ask a question, the burned man came forward and stretched out his carbonized hand towards Joanna..
As ordinary and casual as picking up an object.
widely.
At that ordinary gesture, Oliver lifted the quarter staff and stopped..
My right arm hurt like crazy because of the sudden movement..
“Phew······.”
Oliver caught his breath and broke into a cold sweat due to the burning pain..
The Burned One looked down silently at Oliver, who had stopped his hand..
He didn't seem angry that I had interrupted him, but that made him even more scared..
It felt like a work that wasn't dominated by emotions, so it felt like I couldn't avoid it..
Silence dominated the space for a moment..
Joanna froze and stood still even though the devil was in front of her, and all Oliver could do was block the devil with his quarter staff..
The devil looked at Oliver for a moment and then started stroking the quarter staff that had blocked his hand..
[······It looks like a well-maintained item..]
“Because I received it as a gift. I clean it once a day.”
[I like it.]
“I'm really sorry, but I can't give it to you..”
Oliver spoke sincerely to the devil. I would have rather given you all my assets..
[That's a shame... Could you please just clean this up??]
The burned one politely asked.
His echo-like voice clearly contained no magic, black magic, or any energy, but it was imbued with an undeniable power..
the power of pure words.
Oliver was almost overcome by his strength, but after one look at Joanna, he held back and asked a question..
“What will you do if you clean it up??”
[I'll hold my face in my hands.]
Dara holds Joanna's face in her hands.······.
“What about next??”
[It will burn away and disappear.]
The Burned One answered normally. As if it's going to rain when it's cloudy, as if you'll clean the house when it's dirty..
[And I'll burn the city up here too.]
“······I'm really curious, why are you trying to burn it? Is it because the red people summoned him??”
Oliver asked after thinking about it..
Objectively, it wasn't the time to ask this question, but all Oliver could do was ask it..
[That's a complicated question..]
The burned one withdrew his hand and took a few steps back. Then he snapped his fingers and moved the darkness around him..
The dark surroundings recreated a certain space using shades of darkness. mine?
It was a contradictory space that was detailed yet blurry, clear yet ambiguous, realistic yet dreamy..
[To summon it and burn it. That's not entirely wrong..]
“It sounds like there's another story..”
The Burned One nodded..
Every time the burned body moved, crumbled sword fragments flowed down..
[Because it's a corrupt city. I need to purify it..]
Purification. It sounded really strange. Is it because the devil said something? no, that wasn't it.
There were a lot of unknowns until now, but the only thing that was certain was that the devil was different from what was previously known..
Then it was for another reason.
“······That's a strange thing to say..”
[······.]
“Burning means purifying. I think it's a word that goes together but shouldn't go together..”
The burned one politely extended his hand towards Oliver..
[Why do you think so??]
“hmm······. I feel like people here say it's trash.?”
[It's trash.]
The Burned One answered briefly and concisely. The echo-like sound did not feel like an emotion due to its unique tone, so it sounded even more sincere..
Without hatred, anger, joy, or sadness, just trash that needs to be cleaned up..
Even Oliver felt an indescribable sensation..
“Don't talk nonsense.”
Joanna, frozen by the deaths of her colleagues and the overwhelming presence of the devil, opened her mouth with difficulty..
Even though she knew that she could never win through force, she desperately spoke with courage as if protecting a sanctuary that no one should defile..
“No matter how powerful a being is... You can't carelessly belittle others by calling them trash..”
Those words made the Burned One conscious of Joanna for the first time. There was a time earlier when I tried to catch Joanna, but I felt like I was just getting rid of it because that was all there was to it..
Joanna herself was completely oblivious. Just as we are not conscious of individual flies. But not now. I clearly recognized the existence of Joanna..
At that time, as I waited with great interest to see what he would say, the stage of darkness created by the burned man began to move..
[I'll tell you.]
***
[mom! mom!]
The first actor to appear on stage was a child made of darkness. A child crying and scared.
This was followed by the second, third, and fourth actors..
Although it was difficult to specifically identify the actors made of darkness, they were all red people..
If you asked me if there was any basis for it, I couldn't answer. I just instinctively feel that I am a red person..
On the stage created by the burned man, countless red actors, including the fifth and sixth, appeared, and then a kingdom man holding a gun threatened them and pushed them to one place..
Of course, it's everyone's first time seeing this face. But Oliver recognized one of them..
It was Kenny Midas, the founder of Prometheus and until recently its CEO..
His face was recognized through his photo in the Ganhon newspaper and the photo Edith showed him, and he looked decades younger than Oliver had thought..
[Boss, are you really doing this??]
A big guy asked tremblingly. It seemed like he was Kenny's employee..
He looked like he had a lot of strength, but he was extremely scared, probably because of Kenny's venom..
[Of course you should! of course······! If this business fails, it's all over! end!! I already gave up my wife!!]
Kenny took out a pistol and pointed it at an employee, threatening him. Even though he was a shadow, I could vividly feel his madness, fear, and impatience..
[Remember everything! There is no place to retreat now! Damn it!! I'm more afraid of money than the devil, and I'm more afraid of being poor than hell! You had your third child three months ago.?!]
Kenny asked the scared big guy. The big man nodded his head..
[your grandmother is sick?!]
I asked another big guy, and the big guy nodded..
[You said your younger brother entered school? You said I wouldn’t grow up like you?! You should get married! Fuck, you have until fifteen days to repay your debtors?! no?! Isn't it true?!!]
Many big people didn't dare to refute Kenny's words..
They weren't here simply because they were afraid of Kenny. I am here because of a very ordinary, yet unsolvable problem..
[therefore······. So let's start the ritual right now. I will kill anyone who hesitates.]
Kenny ordered, and the employees began to follow his orders..
Four big men brought a machine. The machine made of darkness looked like a press of some kind, although its specific form could not be determined..
One of the big guys grabbed the kid by the head..
The first actor to appear was another employee who approached him, stuck a funnel in his mouth and poured liquid over it..
[It's wine, right? zinfandel?]
[yes.]
Kenny asked while reading a manual, and the employee answered.
As soon as he heard the answer, Kenny took out a book and started reciting an unknown prayer..
It was similar to the prayer the red people recited earlier, but it was different. It was a cursed prayer addressed to the devil..
The big man poured wine into the child's stomach until it bulged..
Women shedding tears, terrified children, men being shot for resisting..
The child, who was speechless, was forced to lie down on the machine, and the two largest employees began to turn the circular handles on both sides of the machine..
Kirilik. Kirilik. Kirilik. Crunchy. Crunchy. Crunchy.
The sound of machinery quietly echoing everywhere and the sound of bones and flesh being crushed..
This place was hell. man made hell.
“Wow······!”
Joanna turned her head at the sight of the child being crushed alive..
I've already lost my will to fight a long time ago. But her invisible hand forced Joanna's head to move so that she could see the scene before her eyes..
Together······.
The machine was squeezed to its limit and crushed the boy..
All that was left was the flesh and bones stuck to the press and the wine-mixed blood pooled on the floor..
[Hey, it’s a magic stone! It's a magic stone...! president!]
An employee with a pickaxe dug around and shouted. As he said, the magic stone was discovered..
The child's blood and sin have enriched this land..
Kenny, who had been reciting prayers unwaveringly until the child was crushed alive, was surprised and rushed to the place to check, soon cheering..
Kenny wasn't the only one who cheered. They, who had been suffering from fear and guilt until now, saw the magic stone that was no different from gold and cheered and hugged each other as if it had never happened before..
From then on, things progressed very quickly..
In the order in which they appeared on stage, women, children, the elderly, and pregnant women were all stuffed with funnels and poured wine into their mouths..
A swollen belly, a press, a prayer, a circular handle, a body bursting and breaking, red blood flowing like juice..
Everyone except the sacrifice was rejoicing. Faith, salvation, forgiveness, enlightenment. Because the results were more concrete and intuitive than the intangible values spoken of in current religions,.
Every time the sound of a scream rang out, the red men disappeared one by one, and lumps of human flesh piled up..
A land where magic stones dwell in proportion to the accumulating traces of sin..
Oliver was seeing how it was possible to mine magic stones that no one said was possible..
What the fan said was true. This was a land of sin. A land of blood and greed where red people were sacrificed to create magic stones..
It wasn't a metaphor or anything, it was literal..
“Ugh...! Ugh······!”
Joanna turned pale and bowed down and moaned..
I was trying not to lose consciousness. If you lose consciousness you won't be able to say anything..
She was consumed by an indescribable sense of guilt, suppressing the urge to give up immediately and glaring at the burned man..
Just as Joanna opened her mouth, the Burned One spoke..
[By any chance, do you want to talk? Not everyone is a sinner?]
Joanna was unable to answer as if she had been caught off guard..
[I guess not everyone knew. But, did the Government General and the Pater Church really not know??]
The devil came to Joanna.
[Are you confident? I really didn't know at all?]
Every time the Burned One spoke, he took a step closer, and Joanna unconsciously took a step back. Like a sinner who wants to run away from sin.
[Even if people knew, would they have stopped??]
The one who was burned again took a step forward.
[Red people. After all, I'm a red-skinned barbarian, not a child of God, so wouldn't it be okay??]
Joanna stepped back, shedding cold sweat like rain. Then, something grabbed her leg. I was a child crushed by a press..
[Help me.]
“Hee, hee hee······!”
Joanna was even more frightened than when she saw the devil's descent, and she screamed and fell to the ground. loss of strength in the body.
Children who had lost their bodies in the press held on to her body and begged for her life..
[Now I'll listen carefully!]
[I won't be lazy! I will eat a little bit too.!]
[I want to live! Save me!]
[sick. mom! I miss my mom. Dad too······!]
The children made of darkness were weaker than real children, but Joanna could not shake off their hands or hold them..
Just struggling like a drowning person.
In fact, Joanna couldn't even breathe properly, like a drowning person. Guilt, more than fear, weighed down and oppressed her lungs..
Meanwhile, the distance between the burned man and Joanna narrowed even further, and the burned man sentenced Joanna like a judge..
[Paladin Joanna. A sinner who forgot the text as a Holy Knight. He is the one who ignores and discriminates against those who are far away in favor of those who are close to him. A filthy whore who sold God's name to fill her own vanity, a hypocrite who tried to alleviate her own guilt by moving too late..]
Joanna trembled and shed tears. She wasn't just afraid.
[False paladin. The false family you tried to protect by ignoring the Lamb will meet a terrible end. The woman who raised you will become the most angry person, neither dead nor alive, and the false younger siblings who love you will die in the deep forest without anyone's help.-]
-chin.
The scorched man stopped, cursing as he approached Joanna..
Oliver blocked him again with the quarter staff..
Oliver said, smoking a Pilgerette with his burned right hand..
“You speak too much.”
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