Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 65

EP.65

The fanatics wearing white hoods were circling around the mansion and screaming incomprehensibly. Embracing a sparkling innocence like flying insects flocking to a faded lamp.

They drooled and laughed maniacally, intoxicated with religious enthusiasm. The pure white flames burning Abraham’s mansion were heightening their faith and belief. The stars sang and blessed this sacred place.

In the midst of that whirlpool of joy, Saint Tara.

“…Uweek.”

I felt so disgusting that I had to vomit out my stomach juices.

In the shadows of those wearing white hoods, Tara saw the priests of the Goddess Cult. Faith that will fulfill the will of the one you serve, even if it means blindly following and sacrificing everything. Tara just couldn’t understand.

Why can you smile like that? The fire has spread to your body and you are burning from the extremities. Because I danced without taking care of my body, my ankle sprained and was swollen bright blue.

The flames fluttered as if trying to erase everything that a person had left behind. Memories that had melted into his home, his fond affection for his father, and even the short memories he had accumulated were all swallowed up by pure white faith and consumed as entertainment for fanatics, disappearing.

My vision is shaking and blurry with tears.

If being an accessory to living for God is really so enjoyable as throwing all values other than God into the trash can. If you’re giving up your family and friends just for those things.

Then what you really need to throw away is──.

“Get in!”

Someone grabbed Tara by the shoulder and loudly called her name. Tara trembled as if waking up from a dream, breaking out of the thought that felt like her brain was melting.

When I looked ahead with my regained focus, I saw a man with gray hair covering half of his face. At first glance, his face seemed pale as the colors emitted from the flames burning everywhere were reflected.

A person who complained a lot in a short period of time.

“…Bennett.”

“Come to your senses, this is not the time! Niore entered the mansion first. I will stop the crazy bastards, so you go in and save Abraham!”

Bennett said that and ran out, drawing his longsword. The fanatics burned their limbs with flames, screaming and chanting as if they could not tolerate anyone disrupting the festival.

Kaaaang-!

The sounds of being smashed, cut, kicked on the ground, and the space shaking. Even though the noise of the battle was clearly coming from right in front of us. It felt like it was echoing from somewhere far, far away. I felt dizzy.

Yes Abraham.

Saint Tara struggled and ran into the mansion. At this moment, only one image filled her mind.

The house where mom and dad lived. A person who has returned to his golden state. While choosing the words of reunion in my mind, I put my finger on the handle and turned my wrist to open the door. I am trying to take a step forward and express the worries and love that I have not been able to express for a month.

You call your name carefully.

The door opens little by little and the view of the house gradually begins to reveal itself from the right. The shelf on the wall that was decorated with the family, the round chair that Dad liked, the pillar that engraved Tara’s mark as she grew taller, the round table that we all gathered together to eat together. and.

Pale fingers.

Two dead corpses lying face down on their bony wrists, forearms and shoulders. A fly whizzing around. A whiff of disgusting rot and an unknown liquid spreading across my floor, swollen feet, and.

A wooden statue of a benevolent goddess hanging on the wall on the left overlooks all of this.

I’ve already lost it once, so I don’t think I can bear it a second time.

So this time. please.

“…Abraham!”

There is only one thing I repeat as I ponder over my recurring regrets. I hope it’s not too late this time.

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The pale flames seemed to burn time and space. While wandering around the mansion, if the flames hit your body, instead of getting burns and blisters, wrinkles and age spots appear.

Saint Tara’s entire body was covered in magical energy. By applying magical power, it was possible to resist even pure white flames. I went inside the mansion and looked around. There was no trace of Abraham either at the table where they ate together or in the armchair by the fire.

At that time, the wall of the stairs leading to the second floor. An arrow drawn with a pen caught my eye. Niore, who came in first, seemed to have left the direction. Saint Tara ran up and followed the arrow.

The arrow led to a trapdoor. To the rooftop where you can see the stars clearly. Saint Tara climbed up the ladder to the trap door that was already down. I grabbed the last rung of the ladder and pulled myself up.

I could see the night sky.

Although the entire mansion was on fire and giving off a pure white light, the stars in the night sky shined clearly. Saint Tara felt eyes on her. As if each star is the apple of someone’s eye. It felt like some huge and holy being was looking down on me.

When I looked down to the ground, I saw the back of Niore standing there. She was in front of the table where Abraham was piling up his observations.

“What about Niore Abraham?!”

“…….”

There was no reply. Perhaps that silence was the answer. Tara shook her head. Silence was denied. no. Probably not. And I walked forward cautiously. I was planning to grab Niore and ask her.

If it’s Niore, she has good eyes. Even if we couldn’t find Abraham, we would be able to find many traces. So she… I think Abraham escaped. He’ll still be alive. If you say so. If only you would tell me.

Before Saint Tara’s outstretched hand could touch Nyore, she fell down. As if a burden so heavy that I couldn’t bear it was placed on my shoulders.

Then what was hidden was revealed.

“…….”

On the table was Abraham’s severed head as a burnt offering.

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The bodies of the fanatics were weak and seemed to have no proper means of defense. Since the reaction speed and movement were at the level of an ordinary person who could not handle magical power, a little physical force was enough to kill it.

However, its killing power was frighteningly high.

“Kwaaaaaaaaaa!”

Wood clatter. Hot.

One fanatic finished chanting and was twisted into a spiral like a towel being wrung out and died. The power of a great being roaming the universe was unleashed at the cost of his life. A bullet that twists space itself.

Their magic seemed to be a mixture of the characteristics of both black magic and divine power. It is cast by sacrificing something and the power is borrowed from outside.

“『Instant Freeze』.”

Shaaaaagh-!

Bennett created ice on the soles of his shoes and slipped on them to avoid the spell. Just by avoiding them, the number of fanatics steadily decreased. It would be enough to be defensive without overdoing it.

Magic swordsmen who use both magic and swordsmanship stood out in these defensive battles. Various variables are dealt with with magic, and killing power is covered with swordsmanship.

“『Rock Creation』.”

Therefore, rather than focusing on one school of magic, Bennett learned a wide range of different types of magic. Because magic was meant to make up for the lack of utility.

Whick!

Bah!

One fanatic’s head was crushed by a sharp rock thrown by Bennett. After delivering the blow, Bennett broke down the wall and hid inside a room in the mansion. Magic poured down on the afterimage of the disappeared Bennett.

Guuuuu-!

With the sound of the space trembling, the exterior wall of the mansion distorted and disappeared. Bennett emerged from cover and threw two rocks over the breached outer wall.

Green onions.

Two bodies appeared almost simultaneously with the sound of blows. The corpse, which stumbled and fell over, was roasted in pure white flames and rotted to the ground without leaving even a burning smell.

We could probably fight like this for an hour, but…

the walls were broken, breached, and the burning mansion was creaking. If they use any more cover, they might collapse before they can save Abraham.

However, there was a high risk of fighting on flat ground without cover. Since he was able to block it with the saint’s spell, Bennett could also block it with a sword shield. It consumes a lot of horsepower. Since we didn’t know how many more enemies would appear, we had to be as sparing as possible.

Bennett had a way to solve all these problems.

Black magic.

This is another reason why I didn’t focus on one school of magic. The power of magic using soul as an ingredient could be greatly amplified, even if it was miscellaneous magic.

Should I use it? but.

If Saint Tara notices the remnants of black magic, things will be difficult. The saint would not tolerate a warlock, so Bennett would have had to kill Tara and Niore.

As their thoughts deepened, the fanatics bent their heads to look at the night sky and began to retreat one by one, as if they had been waiting. Now? Bennett felt intense reluctance.

Bennett looked up at the sky. The night sky was bulging.

The night sky, which seemed flat, somehow seemed curved. Like an inflating balloon. As if it would burst at any moment and spill something onto the ground.

Bennett ran into the mansion. I don’t know what was going to happen, but I had to get out of here as quickly as possible. He also followed the arrow left by Niore and headed to the rooftop.

And then he came face to face with Abraham’s severed head.

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Tara was lying face down, vomiting tears and gastric juice, as if she had suffered severe mental shock. Niore stood there with glassy eyes and staggered as if she were having a nightmare. And Abraham had his head cut off.

The mansion was still burning, and whenever the flames swayed in the wind, dozens of shadows appeared, swayed, and then disappeared. It was a hellish scene.

“…What the hell is this?”

Bennett gathered himself and looked around.

Abraham’s head was slaughtered like a pig or a cow. The tongue was cut out, the eyelids were empty and black, and the corners of the mouth were sewn into a wide smile. The brand of a living sacrifice was engraved as a scar on his forehead.

Burnt offering.

Someone even offered up Abraham’s soul. Bennett knew what it meant to give one’s soul. The pain of having your soul ripped away. Abraham died in terrible pain and is probably still screaming.

Letters written in blood were also found there.

‘You gave us a female goat with a blemish, so we are rightfully grateful and offer it to you.’

It was a madman’s nonsense with no way of knowing what it meant.

A fire rose inside Bennett. But I wasn’t swayed by anger. There is still work to be done. We need to get out of here and away from danger.

“Tara Niore! Come to your senses!”

“…I was late again this time….”

“……!!”

Sigh-!

Bennett slapped Tara in the face. My head was bent and my blank eyes returned to focus for a moment.

“We have to get out of here. The night sky is strange, something is coming. If you stay like this, you’re going to die! Move!”

Bennett carried the motionless Niore over his shoulder and led her by holding Tara’s wrist. If I had time, I would have loved Abraham’s severed head, but my priority was to protect the other two people.

Bennett ran away in a daze. The fearful presence felt above the mansion grew stronger as time passed. Like a person running away from the radius of a time bomb, he ran for a long time.

We stopped at the place where we first met Abraham.

A facility for collecting trash. The boundary between the slums and the outside. Clothing bins showed off their green color as if welcoming the reunion, and broken streetlights flickered a feeble light.

Bennett throws Niore away and then lets go of Tara’s wrist. I collapsed into my seat. And I looked at Abraham’s mansion.

Which one.

An amorphous being that is made of the night sky and stars, and it is impossible to tell whether it can be cut or not. After blinking my constellation eyes and flicking my tongue as black as the universe.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the mansion in one swallow. And as if to compensate, something dark was vomited onto the ground. It was far away so I couldn’t see it clearly.

There was no doubt that their silhouettes were monstrous.

Monsters have been unleashed on the city.

Niore stood there blankly. He chewed the tip of his index finger and it bled. And I wrote, rubbing my fingers on the rough asphalt floor.

[If I hadn’t tried to save people, would Abraham have lived?]

“…No, he would have died. Don’t think nonsense. The Silver Twilight Church would have attacked whether we were there or not, and I would have abandoned Abraham. If you were against it, “Whether you did it or not, I would have thrown it away.”

[Thank you for saying that. Bennett.]

“…Stop it. Don’t write it down. Even the healing spells on your fingers are a waste. We need to conserve our magic power. We need to head to a safe place….”

Temporary base written in the report. 2nd floor, East Commercial Building, 201 Carter Street.

It is said that the items collected during reconnaissance were also gathered together, so now the place has been lost. It would be the best alternative. I had to move. Bennett was trying to urge Tara and Niore──.

“To the secret safehouse the investigator mentioned… we’ll be leaving in 10 minutes.”

Bennett gave a reprieve. Because it seemed like time was needed to patch up the cracked heart, mourn, and get back on its feet.

As the stars and the moon held hands and looked down at the earth, the flickering light of the street lamp was the only comfort.

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