Chapter 19-20 – The Heretic Judge - 2

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There is a saying that no news is good news.

It is often used in the sense that no news means that you are well, and that itself is no different from happy news.

However, the case of elves is an exception.

Even if you hear the news, you are anxious, and if you do not hear the news, you feel anxious. How the hell am I supposed to know where and what wickedness is going on?

For that reason, for the past three days, I would occasionally come out to the front yard to see if the elf was working quietly and go back. But today, it seemed like I couldn't go back.

"Let go."

The sound of words coming out of the elf's mouth made my heart grow cold. I couldn't even see the elf mercilessly chopping down my favorite shrub.

That momentum and the look in her eyes were no different from a signal that she would turn people into muk bowls. Even the Heresy Judge is no exception.

If there is a murder case in the mansion, and if the heretic judge dies, then I will be branded as a heretic who enslaved the devil without any excuse.

That alone is absolutely unacceptable! No, in the first place, I witnessed a situation where a murder might happen soon, so who could just pass by?

"This heretic judge!"

With a high-pitched shout, she turned her eyes toward me. I tried my best to pretend to be calm and went down the stairs at the entrance of the mansion to block the two of them.

"I didn't expect you to come so early. Couldn't you have given me a word in advance?"

"Haha..."

As I talked with a smile, the heretic judge let go of the elf's wrist. The heretic judge, who had been looking over the elves with a rather uneasy complexion, soon bowed his head in courtesy to me.

"Shouldn't a person who claims to be a servant of God expect a welcome? It's an honor to meet you. Lord Theorad Deharm."

"There is no need to be formal. Under the name of God, we are all mere creatures. But what should I call you?"

"Hamtarsin Ravello. Feel free to call me God Hamtar."

"Right. Rather..."

Blurring the horse's tail, he looked into the elf's eyes. The elf, who had been glaring fiercely at the god Hamtar, changed her expression as soon as our eyes met and began to cry.

Whether I should like this or not. I continued, hiding my troubled heart.

"Has my slave ever been rude to you? Earlier, I happened to see my slave and you sharing feelings of passion."

"This.... I'm sorry for showing you a bad look. However, this lamb that the head of the family gathered... I don't think they are normal slaves."

A handful of doubt enters Hamtarsin's eyes. It's okay to doubt, but it's not okay to express doubt in front of an elf.

'It's not just your life in danger; I'm in danger too!'!'

I screamed inwardly and turned to the elf. Seeing the water in her beautiful red eyes made me feel guilty for some reason, but this was the only way to put an end to Hamtar's suspicions right here and now.

"You cheeky bitch!"

I frowned and slapped the elf on the cheek.

Slap!!!

Before the elf, whose jaw had turned, came to her senses, I yelled at her again.

"Did you dare show rudeness in front of the Heretic Judge, a guest at my mansion and a servant of the God of Light? What I couldn't eat was enough! How long are you going to insult me?"

Turning her head, the elf looked up at me with dazed eyes for a while, then, realizing that this was part of the sale, knelt down and grabbed my trouser hem.

Hehe... ! I'm sorry, Lord Master! I was wrong...!"

"Huh. It was a worthless year. I am a fool who bought these worms at a high price."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm a retard who only knows how to get pregnant with the master's seed."

"... What?"

No, why are you making up words that don't exist, you crazy bitch? Embarrassed, I looked back at Hamtar God, who was looking at me with disgust. A chill runs down my back for no reason.

"A priest of Hamtar. It's not what you think. There seems to have been some misunderstanding."

"It's okay if you don't make excuses. Sexual intercourse with slaves is not subject to inquiry unless it is promiscuous beyond a certain degree. If our church had captured all the promiscuous nobles, there would be no nobles left in the empire."

"No. I really..."

"It is done. I'll condone that, so there's no need to fret. More than that, the head of the family must have a different reason for calling me to the mansion."

I wanted to explain, but let's postpone that until later. As God Hamtar said, there was a different reason for calling the heretic judge to the mansion (even though I didn't).

Of course, I didn't want to spit the reason out of my mouth. Now that the elf was watching, I had no choice but to say it back as much as possible.

"Right. If you need anything related to it, I will help with all my heart in the honor of Viscount Deharm. Just talk."

"It is necessary. In this heresy judgment, there are not many things needed because the end is to see through the lies and spit out the truth. The head of the family only needs to prepare two things."

"Two?"

"Yes. First of all, gather all the people who are expected to be the culprits in one place and prepare a space where they can talk alone."

"A place like that..."

'It was just the right place.'

"There is a church built by our ancestors on the site of the mansion. There is also a confession room for confession, so I thought it would be nice to proceed with the interrogation there."

"Oh my. If you do, I will be very happy as a servant of God. To put a church on the site of the mansion, the patriarch's ancestor must have been a man of great faith."

"Since generations have served the god of light,"

I also responded with a smile to Hamtarsin's smile. However, I could feel the strength of the elf's grip on the hem of my pants, so I couldn't smile very naturally.

*

A small church of the Deharm family.

"Is that the heretic judge? It's the first time I've seen a priest wearing a sword."

"I know, right. For some reason, he seems scary."

"I'm not a bad person, though. Because I worship the god of light."

The servants brought by the chamberlain sat in the long seats in the church and whispered among themselves.

I sat in the farthest seat where I could see all of their backs, and the elf proudly took the seat next to me. Thanks to that, there was no cushion of thorns.

"I am Ravello, the god Hamtar, who was dispatched from the Church of Balance, which serves the god of light."

When the voice of God, Hamtar, echoes through the church, the tumult stops. Hamtarsin enjoyed the gaze of the audience and smiled benevolently.

"The reason I brought you here is to help you understand each other. If lies are mixed with words, it is a deception for the other person, so it will result in hindering understanding, right? It goes against the precepts given by the god of light, and it is wrong even as a human being, so I want to correct it on behalf of the god."

When the god Hamtar opens his eyes, solemnity dwells in his benevolence. He looked at the faces of the servants and continued talking seriously.

"So, I want everyone to enter the confessional in the order I told the chief chamberlain. However, if you have committed no sins and your heart is pure, you will be blessed, but if you are polluting your life with a false heart, you will be punished."

It's hard to say, but to sum it up, it was said that if you lie, you will fall behind. The stinging wind made me clear my throat, but fortunately Hamtar didn't care.

"Then I will go in first, so please enter one by one."

As Hamtarsin entered the confessional with a smile on his face, Harvey stood at the altar in front of the cross with an angular gait and opened the paper.

"From now on, go in the order I call you. When the interrogation is over, leave the church and go about your daily routine. Then I will call you by name. First of all, Karashin! Then Maltao! Iran next...."

The names that Harvey calls out continue one after another. Of course, I'm not on that list. It was because Havid insisted to Hamtarsin that I, the head of the household, could not have been the culprit, and Hamtarsin gave me a displeased look and nodded in agreement.

So Hamtar had nothing to gain from this place. No one could have seen an elf peeing on his father's stone statue that day.

The elf also wouldn't admit she did it. She seems to be fully satisfied with the life she is being sold to me, so why ruin the fun by buying it?

In the end, this work will pass as one happening. However, since I had to think about one thing at a time, I was hiding the movable slab of the 'weapon for hunting monsters' in my chest.

It was because if I had used this as evidence well, I could have been acquitted without difficulty.

"Huh. Sleepy master…."

While I was rolling the abacus in my head, the elf leaned her head on my shoulder. Her brilliant silver hair flowed down my shoulders.

I was nervous to see if she was selling, but the elf had her eyes half-closed as if she were really sleepy.

After all, she went out to the front yard early in the morning and was in charge of pruning work in the scorching sun, so she was tired. I wonder if it was pruning that she arbitrarily chopped down my favorite shrub.

In the fairy tale book, it was written that elves love trees. It's to the point where I don't know if the storybook is wrong or if this elf is wrong.

'Let's ignore it anyway.'

I didn't even want to sell it, so I didn't have to scratch it and make a boil.

I casually took out the book and immersed myself in reading. Meanwhile, the elf dozed off, closed her eyes, and fell into a daze.

The sound of whispering and breathing subtly blends into the large and small chatter of the servants. Above it, the sunlight penetrating through the colored glass colors things like an aurora. Very warm and serene. It was a truly peaceful view.

'This is exactly what I wanted.'

I wanted to lead a peaceful life with an innocent slave who depended on me. I'm not a crazy bitch who wants to die by the hand of a crazy elf as soon as I open my eyes.

Although the heart of the river has come in, it is impossible to pick up the spilled water and contain it. I let out a low sigh and concentrated on the act of reading the book.

When about three hours had passed, Levera, who was last in line, came out of the confessional after the interrogation. Levera passed me without raising her head, and she left the church.

'What?'

Levera is a good kid. Before she leaves the chapel, she's supposed to say hello to me.

'Am I in a bad mood today?'

I don't know, but something bad must have happened. Anyway, if the Heresy Inquisition is over, there is nothing to see in the church. As I closed the book and was about to congratulate God Hamtar for his hard work, God Hamtar first came out of the confessional and dusted his clothes.

"I think you know who the culprit is."

A low-pitched voice echoes through the empty chapel. The god Hamtar stepped towards me and looked down at me arrogantly with his hand on the rim of his sword.

"It wasn't enough that he used slaves to tarnish his father's honor, and he even lied. Aren't you ashamed to look up to the sky?"

Uh... ? What? How the hell did you know that I made an elf urinate on my father's stone statue? As I was breaking out in a cold sweat and hesitating to answer, Hamtarsin spoke again.

"I will never be able to ignore this. As the Judge of Heretics, I have no choice but to presume you to be a heretic and proceed with the interrogation. Lord Theorard."

"Ah. Uh, that's the point..."

My shoulders tremble at the thought of being caught, and the elf slowly opens her eyes. Subconsciously looking back, I could see the elf pursing her lips in a blank expression.

I couldn't hear anything, but I could tell what the mouth was saying.

'It's annoying; keep going.'

The moment I realized that it was going to God Hamtar, not me, I couldn't help but be afraid that God Hamtar would become the first heretic judge to die in the church.