I pondered as I followed the Trumpeter of Rest. Maybe he noticed I took the orb emitting divinity from the giantâs head? Or did he discover that I was a worshiper of the evil god? I hadnât revealed the Divinity of Corruption, so how could that be?
âKill!â
Motherâs hand wriggled and whispered that the one who struck first would win and that I should slap the back of his head.
The Trumpeter of Rest stopped walking. I gripped the handle of the Froststeel sword.
âHeâs coming.â
It was a short sentence, but the weight behind it wasnât light. Darkness crawled over the pure white mask. A suffocating presence pressed down on us.
I always felt a presence similar to this. It was the natural sense of pressure radiated by heavenly beings. A part of âGodâ had come down to this place. The Trumpet of Death and Rest lifted his ragged black robe, stretched his hand, and held out a finger. The voice that scratched the depths inside me pierced my heart.
[Capital.]
The pressure was lifted. The darkness that had flowed down the white mask faded. The Trumpeter of Rest started panting for breath. It was an aftereffect of hosting a God in his body. I was anxiously waiting for him to catch his breath with my head full of thoughts.
A raised a finger and capital. Could it be that God came down and told me that there was a holy relic in the capital? Was the Trumpet of Death and Rest an acquaintance with the Mother of Corruption? I had to ask Mother about this later.
If my interpretation was correct, it meant that the Trumpet of Death and Rest recognized my true identity as a Priest of Corruption.
âWhoo.â
The trumpeter, who barely regained his composure, looked at me.
âDo you have anything to say?â
âI donât know and donât want to know.â
That had a simple meaning. Whatever you are, I will stand by you.
I smiled and nodded.
âIs that so? Then, letâs go back.â
*
I spoke to Mother while keeping my distance from the trumpeter.
âAre you acquainted with that god from just now?â
âKillâŚ?â
A simple answer, âI donât know him at all.â What? What the hell was going on? Once again, I had to stop to ponder. I returned to where the party was, handing off all the troubling questions for now.
When Carmen saw me return, he smiled bitterly and pointed into the city.
âBut what about this?â
Dead bodies filled the streets. In addition, there were still a few places on fire.
The Trumpeter of Rest took out the white trumpet and blew it. The dead bodies filling the streets got up one by one and started moving outside the city. Dachia watched and said to me in a low voice.
âWouldnât it be easier to clean up the city with the help of the Trumpeter of Rest?â
Carmen, who was listening next to us, nodded.
âIâm sure itâd be just as the princess says. The problem is that seeing those dead men fleeing the city, the trumpeter doesnât seem to want to help us.â
âSo, letâs ask him.â
A pair of golden eyes stared at me and shone brightly.
âPriest Marnak, since youâre the closest to him, couldnât you ask? Youâre so close that only the two of you went to talk about something secret just now.â
No, I didnât talk with him; I talked with his God. To be precise, I just listened.
âIâm not as close as the princess thinks.â
âThen, should I try and ask? We could save more people with his help.â
An endless procession of the dead left the city. If they helped, I was sure more people could be saved. I nodded toward Dachia.
âIâll ask him to help us.â
âThank you!â
Dachiaâs face brightened, and she grabbed my hand.
âKILL!!!â
Holding down Mother, who was telling me to let go of her immediately, I gently let go of Dachiaâs hand.
âThen Iâll ask him now.â
âOkay!â
I approached the trumpeter, who was playing silently. The white mask looked at me without saying a word, and I summoned a smile.
âCan you help us clean up, Eradico? If we use the dead to search the city, Iâm sure weâll be able to save a lot of people.â
The Trumpeter of Rest, who was staring at me, answered.
âItâs not my job to help the livingâŚâ
After giving a firm refusal, he stopped talking and took a deep breath.
âHaah.â
There was deep exhaustion in that sigh. He asked:
âWhat can I help you with?â
I didnât know why he suddenly changed his mind, but I should be grateful if he wanted to help. Thanks to him, we would be able to save more folks.
âYou just need to find people who are still alive.â
âIs that all?â
âAnd move the people you find to a relatively intact building.â
As the Trumpeter of Rest slowly nodded and blew the trumpet, the dead heading for the castle gate changed direction and began to spread throughout the city.
âAnd I would appreciate it if you could move anything still in good condition. If we leave it as it is, it will burn in the spreading fire.
I had no choice but to stop what I was saying because the pure white mask looked at me fiercely. The Trumpeter of Rest spoke in a low voice.
âAsk everything at once. Please.â
âUh, um. Then, after discussing it with my colleagues, Iâll briefly summarize what weâll be asking for. So that I can tell you all at once.â
ââŚOkay.â
*
âKill!â
Mother, now a girl, held her hands to me.
âHere it is, Mother.â
When I handed the marble from Lieberkelâs head to Mother, she smiled, took the marble, and began to strain on the bed.
Eradicoâs clean-up went surprisingly quick with the help of the Trumpeter of Rest. Countless waves of the dead rescued people put out fires, and gathered food and supplies. My party and I helped the dead move those who hadnât yet woken to safe buildings.
Even those who were completely healthy didnât wake up easily, but I could see that the divinity permeating their bodies was gradually fading, so by tomorrow, most of them would come to their senses.
As soon as I thanked the Trumpeter of Rest, who had so neatly cleaned the city, he led all the dead away without even saying goodbye. I called him as he walked away with no regrets and handed him the right arm of Sanctus that I had prepared. He looked at my face, and without a word, he took the arm and left.
We saw him off, then decided to choose a room and rest for the night. We will take care of the rest tomorrow morning.
âKill!â
Mother, who was clinging to me, holding the marble and straining, was angry that something wasnât going well and threw the marble away.
âMotherâŚ?â
When I called to her as I watched the marble roll on the floor, she glanced at me. Then all at once, she jumped out of bed, sprinted over, picked up the marble again, and grabbed my arm with tears in her eyes.
âKillâŚâ
âYou say that the sacredness in the bead is not untangling? If you work hard, it will come out. I guarantee it. But throwing objects, no matter how angry you are, is a bad way of expressing your feelings. Mother knows how bad it is.â
âKillâŚâ
When she said she was angry, unable to help because she couldnât untangle this one thing, I grabbed her and patted her on the back. Her tiny head burrowed into my arms.
âWhy would Mother not be helpful? I was able to get Lieberkel because you nullified the magic. It was very helpful. Really. But Mother. Everything is fine, but this one, I must tell you.â
âKill?â
Beautiful eyes that constantly flickered a dark green looked at me. Mother tilted her head.
I said with a smile.
âPromise me next time you will not throw objects no matter how frustrated you are. If you donât, you will be three times more charming than you are now. Everyone will worship Motherâs patience.â
âKill?â
âDid you ask me if youâre going to be three times more charming to me too?â
âKill!â
I slowly shook my head.
âUnfortunately, no.â
âKill?!â
Great embarrassment and disappointment filled her voice. I said, soothing the struggling Mother.
âI say this every time, but you must listen to what people say until the end.â
I lifted Mother up and smiled.
âBecause Iâm already mesmerized by the immeasurable charm of Mother. It doesnât make sense to say itâs tripled or multiplied 100 times.â
âKillâŚ!â
The truth came with a rushing wave of excitement. Taking the chance when Mother was drenched in emotion, I said.
âThen you promise me you wonât throw anything no matter how angry you are?â
âKill!â
*
âWhat?! Donât lie!â
Hilden, the head of the eastern branch of Ilech, an organization that controlled the world behind the northern kingdom, screamed.
âDonât lie to me!â
The subordinate, who came to report, lowered his head as if he was ashamed.
âDamn worshipers of the evil god!â
His boss raged.
âIsnât it possible that one member of the princessesâ party died just like our guys?â
Back to reality.
âWhy the hell is this happening only to meâŚâ
Depression. After going through all the steps, Hilden, who had finally reached acceptance, sat down and muttered.
âFuckâŚâ
The plan to pay a large bribe to the lord of Eradico to raid the princessâs party was completely ruined when the damn worshipers of the evil god intervened. The prepared assassin and the lord who got the money all died.
âHow the hell am I supposed to tell him this? That bastard will definitely make a big fuss.â
He had to do it, though. That damn bastard would be even worse if he didnât say anything. Hilden buried himself in the chair and tightly closed his eyes. It was very painful to think of the humiliation he would receive.
âDamn bloodline! Damn, reptile bastard! Just because heâs the prince of the Dragon Kingdom!
*
It had already been three days since we started staying in Eradico. They were really busy days without a second to rest.
The citizens of Eradico bowed deeply and expressed their gratitude as they each received a bowl of stew.
âSavior! Thank you so much!â
I smiled awkwardly and waved my hand.
âThat title is too much.â
âNo! No matter how much we thank the saviors, itâs not enough. Isnât it?! Everyone!â
âThatâs right! Long live the four saviors! Yes!â
âHurray!!!â
The people cheered me on.
âLong live Marnak, the savior of Eradico!!!â
After the Demon Slayer and the Great Enemy of the Evil God, now I was the Savior of Eradico?
âKill!!!â
I pressed down Mother, who shouted after them. Well, I was going to serve and leave this city within the day.