543

Episode 543 I think you need to do some work. (1)

After the battlefield was cleared, Giselle introduced Jerome in front of everyone.

"This guy's name is Jerome. He's an 8th circle magician from the Dawn Magic Tower. The Dawn Magic Tower is next to Greenhill Village in the Kingdom of Poled. Greenhill Village is next to the Dawn Magic Tower, so don't keep asking where it is. And… … ."

Jerome nodded repeatedly and smiled broadly. Then he suddenly realized something strange and was startled.

"Whoa! What the! How do you know so much about me! What's going on? We just met today!"

Then Giselle said with a very confident expression.

"I know everything."

"… … ."

Jerome looked at the others with a bewildered expression.

Then everyone nodded.

"Our master knows everything."

"There is nothing that the lord does not know."

"Almost prophetic."

As everyone agreed, Jerome became even more embarrassed.

'Wow, our magic tower is a secret magic tower that has been passed down to one person? The master said that no one knows about it!'

Even the villagers who had lived next to the tower for a long time didn't know about it. But the people of the distant Kingdom of Rutania knew about it?

It was clearly an absurd situation, but everyone else was doing it anyway, so I felt like I was the odd one out. So I looked at Julian, who seemed the most sensible of them all.

Julian, who had been crossing his arms, simply turned his head.

Jerome looked at Julianne with a blank expression.

'Mom, I don't know, but I don't think I want to say I don't know.'

Anyway, by the 'standards' of this place, he was a strange person. As a wizard, he did not want to acknowledge this incomprehensible phenomenon.

"Th, th, how did you know!"

Jiselle spoke confidently this time too.

"We're friends."

"That doesn't make sense!"

"It's a secret."

Everyone nodded. Giselle never really gave a reason, but everyone knew, and doing as he said always resulted in good results.

Parniel, who seemed very upset about that part, answered instead.

"There you are."

"timing?"

"I heard rumors in the capital. Archbishop Porisco of the Order of Juana and the Duke of Fenris are saints. It is well known that they foresaw the drought and prepared for it by receiving revelations from the goddess."

"Oh, oh… … ."

Jerome nodded repeatedly. Surely that made sense.

Parniel made a confident expression. I had wanted to bring this up sometime when I had the chance.

"You must have received revelations through dreams or some other means. That's how you've handled a lot of things. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense. Isn't that right, Duke of Fenris?"

"… … ."

Giselle swallowed dry saliva at the challenging gaze of Parniel.

What if Giselle denies that this is a 'revelation'?

He could have been subjected to the famously tiring and intense Inquisition, and Parniel seemed to be eager for that now.

I feel like I was a little hurt by the last fight. Oh, that wasn't intentional.

Jiselle said with a helpless smile.

"Wow, the eyes of a saint can't be fooled. Yes, it's a dream, but it's similar to a revelation. Perhaps… … I think it's Lady Juana."

"Oh! As expected!"

The priests of Juana who followed the mobile force prayed earnestly, making the sign of the cross.

Of course, Piote and others had salty expressions on their faces.

I don't know about anything else, but that was absolutely not the case. That man was not a man who would receive revelations. I could be sure of that.

Elena in particular grumbled very quietly.

"What is that human… … Just start… … ."

Although Arel was next to me and I couldn't finish speaking, she was always angry.

In the awkward atmosphere, Giselle whetted her appetite.

'Well… … I've had some strange dreams recently.'

I still don't know what the dream was about, but I felt like I could learn something from it.

Then wouldn't that be the same as revelation?

Jerome also nodded in agreement. Although he was a wizard who ridiculed the laws of the world, he did not deny divinity.

"Okay, anyway, this guy decided to join us, so let's get along well from now on!"

The mobile force that Jerome joined returned to where the Parsali Kingdom army was.

The Marquis of Suffolk, Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army, was so moved that he was moved to tears.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!"

The kingdom was on the verge of destruction. The legions of corpses were an enemy they could not handle.

But you came back after taking care of all of that.

As rumored, the Rutanian army was the strongest on the continent.

The soldiers and people of the royal army cheered when they heard the rumor.

"Wow!"

"Long live the Rutanian Army!"

"Long live His Royal Highness the Duke of Fenris!"

It is not right to praise the dukes and armies of other countries. But none of them thought of that.

Because the Duke of Fenris showed them hope as they were running away in fear after losing their homes.

The Marquis of Suffolk was not only grateful to Giselle. This miracle was also possible thanks to the time wasted by one person.

He grabbed Jerome's hand tightly and his eyes filled with tears.

"Thank you very much. If it weren't for the wizard, I wouldn't have been able to endure this much."

Jerome fought alone several times to stop the advance of the corpses.

If it weren't for him, the kingdom would have been over before reinforcements arrived.

It was not something that could be easily done, no matter how strong one was. It was an attitude that could only be shown by those with strong will and upright character.

"Ahaha… … . What? I just did it while I was here."

Jerome scratched his head with an awkward smile. It was nice to be able to help people with his own strength.

That was the purpose of the existence of the Magic Tower and the Master's will. He was faithfully carrying out his mission.

Giselle spoke to the Marquis of Suffolk, who was constantly expressing his gratitude.

"I know it will be difficult, but I would like you to move your army immediately. We must attack the Kingdom of Arthrod."

"Of course. This is an army that has gathered to fight anyway. I will send it right away."

The Parsali Kingdom army moved to join the Allied Forces, leaving behind only the minimum number of personnel necessary for internal maintenance.

There was no immediate threat to the kingdom. It was better to strengthen the Allied forces than to conserve troops.

If the Allied Forces are defeated, the kingdom will inevitably face destruction.

For that reason, the allied forces from each region were currently moving to the Kingdom of Arthrod.

Jisel also sent Dark to the Rutanian army that followed as a follow-up force.

- We've dealt with Helgenik. Now turn your troops towards the Kingdom of Arthrod.

Claude received the order and changed the direction of the army's advance.

The Rutanian army was following the mobile force in case Helgenik was leading the rebels.

Unlike corpses, living humans can think. It would be difficult to deal with a large army of over 200,000 people with just a mobile force.

However, since they had all turned into corpses, the Mobile Force was able to deal with them easily. The problem was over if they just caught one Helgenik.

"We will rest for two days and move on. Half of the priests will stay to help control the plague and cleanse the corpses."

At Giselle's order, the mobile force disarmed and went into rest.

Everyone was exhausted from the forced march and the subsequent battle, especially the priests who had followed with difficulty.

Considering the speed of the Mobile Force, even if they rest, they will be able to reach the Kingdom of Arthrod faster than the other armies.

And that night, Giselle had another dream.

* * *

"Can you do it?"

It was the voice I heard in my last dream.

Jiselle slowly opened her eyes in a dazed state.

Could it be because Dark wasn't blocking it? My senses were more alive than last time. However, I still felt like I was wavering on the border between dream and reality.

As I just gave in to that feeling, the surroundings gradually began to take shape.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A cheer was heard.

The environment contained in Jiselle's vision was still vague and blurry, but it was a little clearer than last time, so she could tell what was going on.

'Is it war?'

The soldiers charged forward, shouting. Here and there, knights were leading them.

'Where?'

The uniforms and weapons worn by the soldiers and knights were of a style he had never seen before. Even with his extensive knowledge, he could not tell what country's army they were.

Krrrrrr… … .

But I could tell what the soldiers were fighting against.

This is because they are beings he has fought countless times in both his past and present life.

Kaaaaang!

Equidema ran towards the soldiers, followed by countless rifters and mutants.

'What is this… … .'

I couldn't believe it. Even if the mutants were like that, the Equidema and the Crackers were moving in areas other than the Blue Mist.

And there weren't just one or two of them.

Kaaaaah!

Equidemas came rushing in from all directions. Naturally, the beast was followed by a black line of Crackers.

Kwaaaaang!

The battle between the two sides began. It was a disaster beyond compare to what we have now.

If Equidema had moved like that, half of the continent would have been destroyed by now.

"Hold on! Don't give in!"

The human army was no joke either. They were gathered together in enormous numbers.

The disastrous fight continued with great intensity. Many people fell to the claws of the beasts, and just as many monsters fell.

This time, Jiselle was able to spot a familiar face.

"Protect the Saint!"

'Erenes.'

Erenes was fighting. She summoned spirits and fought the beasts ahead of everyone else.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Strong. I don't know exactly when, but it must have been in the past, and yet she was showing off the same strength as now.

Behind her, countless elves were fighting, shooting arrows and summoning spirits. It was a sight I had never seen before.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and other races were fighting together. It seemed as if they had joined forces to combat the disaster that had struck the continent.

As time passed, the human army began to be pushed back.

"Ah, Goddess… … ."

"Kill him! Don't stop!"

"Just a little more strength… … ."

Some were desperate, some were sad, and some were burning with anger.

It was a sight I had seen countless times on the battlefield and an emotion I had felt countless times.

The beasts continued to attack with mad eyes. They continued to advance forward without stopping, as if they had another goal besides the army before them.

At some point, the humans also began to try not to be pushed back. They were all shouting in unison.

"Protect the Saint!"

"Protect the Saint!"

"Protect the Saint!"

'Saint.'

Jiselle turned her head without realizing it.

In the center of the battlefield, a woman stood protected by a large crowd of people.

'Is the author a saint?'

It seemed so, given the circumstances. Jiselle quietly looked at the woman called the saint.

She was neither as beautiful as Piote nor as strong-looking as Parniel. She was a very plain and ordinary woman.

If someone who doesn't know anything sees her, they will never think she is a saint.

But the miracle she showed was not ordinary.

She stood in a prayerful pose with her eyes closed for a while, then slowly raised both hands toward the sky.

"Deana, your servants beg you, grant them unwavering will and shining hope in the midst of their fears."

Deana. The goddess who symbolizes light and justice, truth and wisdom, mercy and devotion.

When the name was mentioned, Giselle guessed that she was the Saint of Deana. But that was not the end of it.

"Moriana, grant them immortal victory and glory, and the courage not to retreat."

Moriana. A goddess who symbolizes war and honor, battle and victory, authority and dignity, and pride.

"Juana, grant them tireless energy and the strength to protect their comrades."

Joanna. A goddess who symbolizes beauty and love, abundance and production, nobility and elegance, economy and system.

"Serana, please help them forget the horrors and suffering of war and guide them on the right path."

Serana. A goddess who symbolizes life and death, oblivion and fate, emptiness and darkness.

She prayed to all the goddesses, and all the goddesses answered her prayers.

Paaaaaaa!

The dark sky split apart and light shone all around.

"Wow!"

The exhausted soldiers shouted and swung their weapons again, unleashing incredible force without any hesitation.

Kaaaah!

Equidema and the Crackers began to fall back. The situation on the battlefield was turned around in an instant thanks to the miraculous power of the saint.

The scene was blurry, but it was enough to make out the situation.

As Giselle watched the fight, only one thought came to mind.

'I can't believe it.'

The saint was a being loved by the goddess. And one goddess chooses only one saint. That was the truth.

But now the saint was destroying that common sense.

A being loved by all goddesses? I have never even heard of it in legends.

But that ordinary-looking woman was such an absurd being.

The saintess was watching the battlefield and the soldiers fighting the monsters with worried eyes.

Then, at some point, her face became expressionless.

And then suddenly everything stopped.

The Equidema and the Crackers who were screaming, and the people who were shouting loudly.

The fighting stopped just like a scene from a painting.

Only the saints.

I slowly turned my head and met Giselle's eyes.

Around her neck hung the simple necklace that Giselle was wearing now.

Giselle tried to speak to the saint, but her voice did not come out. Her body did not move.

At that moment, she opened her mouth to say to Giselle.

"You can't come yet."

Flash!

The dream broke and Giselle opened her eyes.