Archmage Transcending Through Regression Chapter 202

The great mage who transcends by returning Chapter 202

The shrine can be said to be a measure of integrity in the territory.

Regardless of this, religion has no choice but to discuss ‘morality’.

In order to be admired by people, there must be a standard.

Of course, the temple of each territory is fulfilling its moral role.

If the temple is corrupt, it means that other places besides the temple are already morally broken.

Just like Kellie Boss right here.

“Yo yo, how could the hero…?!”

“You’d better behave yourself, Archbishop John.”

I said, facing Archbishop John.

I don’t know if an old man like an archbishop took a bribe because he wanted so many things….

Actually, it’s not particularly important.

Of course, the temple shouldn’t rot, but that’s not a crime enough to break the head on the spot.

But demons are different.

In the temple, if the ‘archbishop’ was related to the devil, that would be a felony that would not be enough to break the head dozens of times.

“Archbishop John, I have seen you in the Church.”

Of course, Archbishop John was there when I was selected as a warrior.

At my words, he bowed his head with a pale face.

I said while staring at him.

“That day was a day when the Church was in an unprecedented crisis. And there was no doubt that the culprit was the ‘devil’.”

“That’s it, warrior….”

“You must have seen it with your own two eyes. How terrible are the words that allow the devil.”

If you are a normal person….

yes it can

That’s not to say it’s not a sin.

If you don’t know how far, you can fall into the devil’s tricks.

But here the archbishop is different.

He is in charge of this gigantic temple, and isn’t he the elder that many priests envy?

If so, then it shouldn’t be.

At least he had to do his part.

But he didn’t.

That in itself is tantamount to abandoning one’s duties as an archbishop.

At my words, he trembled and tried to defend himself somehow.

“Looks like what I have become! Apparently, an evil demon is in my head…!”

“Drink the bullshit.”

I blocked the Archbishop’s mouth to say anything more.

Either that or it was brainwashed by the devil, or that it wasn’t of one’s own will….

I’m guessing you’re talking about something like that.

“I didn’t come here to listen to those petty excuses. No further comments are permitted. Please answer only yes or no from now on. Do you understand?”

The Archbishop frantically nodded.

He will no longer be called Archbishop, but I asked him a few questions anyway.

“Are the demons that have recently approached you related to the Marquis of Kellibos?”

“Ugh….”

He hesitated, then nodded his head.

He must have judged that even if he cheated, it would be of no use. He answered the question faithfully.

The information that came out was simple.

The devil had been tempting him for a long time, and it was only a few years ago that he succumbed to the temptation.

And in return for receiving various ‘offerings’ from the devil, he condoned heresy in the Marquis’ Territory.

…It was a fucking thing.

Of course, the expressions of the other party were also not good.

The existence of the archbishop took the lead and cooperated with the demon known to be the worst among heretics.

[…] …He’s a garbage person.]

‘It’s not strange.’

Wasn’t it expected from the beginning that these risk factors existed all over the world?

Unpleasant, but not surprising.

No matter how much the kingdom was cleaned up, there was no way there would be no gaps.

“Okay John. In any case, you have broken the rules that you must abide by as an archbishop, and this constitutes a serious heresy.”

“…Ugh!”

“And such a grievous heresy…I think you know what that means.”

Churches are never merciful.

To be precise, it would be correct to say that he is not merciful to ‘heretics’.

Basically, Kyoguk preaches mercy and tolerance, but it is only for ordinary people.

Rather, it is cruel to heretics.

Did you voluntarily condone the existence of cults in this way and even cooperate with them in return? Who is also called the Archbishop?

Of course, it would be difficult to die gracefully.

There was no way he didn’t know that, so he looked at me with earnest eyes.

I smiled softly and opened my mouth.

“There is no way.”

“Ugh?! town!”

“If you were once a member of the church that believed in God, then of course you know what you need to do now.”

You will have to know. if you want to live

I said that and pulled out the wad of cloth covering his mouth.

“Heh heh heh! Whoa…!”

“Tell me once. I mean what to do.”

“Will you save me?”

“Hmm, that might not be the answer I was looking for….”

he trembled.

“Sorry! therefore….”

“Think about it. You will still be a respected archbishop and a good old man to the people of the Marquis’ Territory. In other words, your words can have a great influence on the people of the territory.”

Enough clues were given.

I quietly waited for him to give me the answer I wanted.

It would be nice to send him to the Church to testify whether the Marquis family is heresy, but….

‘I do not have time.’

If that motherfucker, Marquis Kellibos, really intends to do anything with my mother, I have no time.

You have to move first before he can make an odd move.

After a while, his mouth opened.

“The family of the Marquis of Ke Kelibos is associated with heresy. I’ve been ignoring that fact, but I can’t wait any longer….”

“great.”

I clapped a little.

At my words, he hurriedly shouted.

“If the tongue cooperates, my sins…!”

“Yes, I will forgive your sins.”

My words don’t mean anything, but anyway….

“So please move.”

I spoke to John, who was the archbishop.

Then John hurriedly got up and ran outside.

After John had left, Ariandel approached me and asked cautiously.

“The sins of Michael the author can be freely forgiven….”

“You know what.”

“…yes?”

I said to Ariandel who tilted his head.

“He did not sin against me. Even if I say I forgive my sins, it means nothing.”

“…ah.”

John wanted his sins forgiven.

Ironically, it rather proved that he was not faithful.

Can you forgive sins easily?

If sins disappear like that simply by following my words, can it be called a sin?

In the first place, his sin was not against me.

It’s for the territories and gods he deceived.

Atonement towards me means nothing.

Of course, my forgiveness also has no value whatsoever.

“Besides, John will not have much time.”

“That means….”

“The devil never pays for no reason. Right now, the devil’s seed is growing rapidly in John’s body.”

I didn’t say it because I had no reason to tell John, but I already know it from my experience.

That those who have already crossed the line to that extent will never come back.

Demons are pretty crafty.

By the time John received the price, he had already planted his seed deep in his soul.

The seed will corrupt him just as it did in the time of the kingdom.

Moreover, strictly speaking, what I asked of John now amounts to a ‘breach of contract’.

There’s no way the devil can watch it.

Well, Yohan himself didn’t even seem to notice that fact.

“We just do what we do. The top priority at this point is to drive the Marquis to a dead end.”

“You’re using the Archbishop.”

“That’s right.”

I asked while looking at Ariandel.

“Do you think that is not right?”

“not right? Are you referring to the archbishop knowing he will be sacrificed to the devil and yet standing by?”

As I nodded, Ariandel said with a wry smile.

“It can’t be.”

“Is that so.”

I wondered if she might think that way because she’s a little different from the ‘Ariandel’ I remember.

But either way, she was adamant.

Shows no mercy for ‘what’s not right’.

A smile came out of familiarity.

* * *

The next day, unbelievable rumors spread in the Marquis’ Territory.

That the Marquis of Kelibos had committed a grave act of heresy.

It was even a testimony from the mouth of Archbishop John, who was highly evaluated as a faithful and benevolent elder in the manor.

“The Marquis of Kelibos has committed an act not permitted!”

In the middle of the day when the sun rose high, the Archbishop looked at his followers and shouted with a desperate voice.

“I want to confess my sins to you here and now! I dared to commit a sin from the standpoint of serving God! Ladies and gentlemen, Marquis Kelibos is now daring to be involved with ‘heresy’….”

At that moment, the Archbishop’s words stopped.

“Keep haha…?”

He trembled and started scratching my neck.

And I saw an ominous blood-colored pattern on the ‘neck’.

“This is this? Please stand….”

He muttered something incomprehensible and then continued scratching his neck.

But the itching doesn’t end.

Even if you scratched like crazy, the itch didn’t go away.

Soon, the Archbishop, trembling with bloodshot eyes, turned his gaze to the mansion where the Marquis Kellibos would be.

It’s like I can’t believe it.

The trembling mouth opened.

“The idea of keeping me alive from the start…heh heh heh….”

Then, coughing up blood, the archbishop collapsed. And the Archbishop did not move after that.

Without closing my pitiful eyes….

“Oh what is this…?!”

It was in front of all believers.

A strong shock struck all the believers who were watching the scene.

Just before the whole area goes into panic.

“Ah Archbishop!”

A white man came running.

“What the hell is this all about! who dare…!”

In a mournful voice, mourning the unfortunate death of the archbishop, he slowly rose.

Everyone was watching.

Who is the young man who appeared here mourning the death of the archbishop?

The worry didn’t last long.

Those who believed in the archbishop and gathered here were all followers of Hekau.

There’s no way they wouldn’t notice that blatantly vivid feature.

The believers shouted in unison.

“Yo warrior…!”

Warrior!

The great god’s apostle has now appeared here.

They trembled with passion and put their hands together.

faith.

Occasionally, ‘faith’ in man is to overcome even the fear of violence and death.

The hero slowly raised himself.

His eyes widened with sadness and anger.

Eyes as if they had lost a precious comrade.

He said in a trembling voice as he saw the congregation focused on him.

“…sorry. I should have expected this from the beginning.”

“What do you mean?”

one of the believers asked.

The hero gritted his teeth as if he had no face and shouted.

“The Archbishop said. He must confess his sins…! That it is in contact with the ‘heresy’ of the Marquis of Kelibos!”

“…!”

“Even if he were to die a grievous death, the Archbishop wanted the truth to come out! But I can’t believe it will really turn out like this….”

“Ahhh…!”

The believers cried out in sorrow.

I never thought there was such an inside story to the tragic death of the Archbishop just now!

Corruption of the family of the Marquis of Kelibos.

The public shuddered at the unbelievable fact.

…No, it may not be an ‘unbelievable fact’.

“Come to think of it, there is a saying that all the recently reported disappearances are due to the marquis family….”

“Surely there were such rumors!”

The ‘honour’ that Kellibos put forward was disorganized and was not elaborate enough to convince others.

Then the warrior shouted loudly.

“The Marquis family must have been used by a wicked leader called the Marquis. Folks, we already know what the problem is!”

He immediately narrowed down the target of resentment to only ‘one person’.

Marquis Kellibos.

Because it is much more immersive.

Hostility toward the Marquis of Kellibos began to boil among the vast crowd.

It didn’t happen in an instant.

Everything the Marquis had built so far exploded at the same time.

Before the soldiers of the territory even intervened in the disturbance.

crowd…No, the expressions of the believers had completely changed.

Normally, I would have tolerated it.

But who is the one who is here now?

Aren’t they the ‘heroes’ that they trust and follow!

That fact gave them courage.

And that courage made him willing to do things he would never have dreamed of.

“Let’s go, everyone.”

said the warrior.

“A wicked heretic reigns as the master of the great family in charge of your territory.”

“Ahhh….”

“If you just watch my progress, that’s enough. That alone will be enough to see the blood….”

The hero appealed to the crowd with a voice that was just and desperate and turned without hesitation.

With a brilliant radiance all over his body.

Toward the marquis’ mansion….

And the crowd followed.

of course.

[…] …Is this the hero?]

The fact that an ancient apostle who watched everything from the side sighed might not be so important.