349

Episode 349 This is certain. (2)

"You can't go out?"

"Yeah, no… … . I don't plan on going out either… … . This kid doesn't plan on sending me out either… … . Grumble… … ."

Count Mowbray's expression was grave.

I couldn't believe everything the demon said, but my heart was heavy when I heard that my son had no intention of sending the demon away.

Are you really saying that you don't want to go back to normal because of yourself?

Are you really saying there is no way to get that evil spirit out of my son's body?

'Even with divine power and magic, I couldn't touch that evil spirit even a little bit. What on earth is it?'

Even calling in wizards and using various methods failed to solve the problem.

Count Mowbray even brought in a warlock who had been captured from another territory and tried to cure him. However, the warlock also said that he had no idea which demon Edwin had made a contract with or what his symptoms were.

You must not call the priests, for they would rather burn the evil spirits than cast them out.

There was no use calling. If it was something that the priests could have resolved in the first place, it would have been resolved with divine healing when the initial symptoms appeared.

Even though he said he would change his body as a last resort, he refused.

Edwin said, sticking his tongue out as if he had no interest in his new body.

"Come on, let me go. Then I'll behave myself. How is it? It's so stuffy here, and your son is also uncomfortable."

"No, that can't be."

"Krrrrr… … How dare you, a great being like me, imprison me like this… … ."

"It seems too insignificant to be considered a great being."

If he were truly great, he wouldn't be locked up like this.

He must have escaped a long time ago by destroying the tower while spewing out magic energy.

Since it was completely incapable of magic or divine power, it was impossible to know what kind of being it was.

The captured warlock guessed roughly as follows.

― Perhaps the soul itself is of a high rank, but it has lost its power in the human world. It may be that nothing works because of its high rank.

Count Mowbray shook his head as he pondered what the warlock had said.

What's the point of saying something like that now? I don't even know the cause of this and I can't even kick it out.

Evil spirits don't possess just anyone. If it were easy, the world would be full of people like Edwin.

It required very difficult and complicated conditions, and unfortunately it just so happened that it happened to be a kind and weak son.

"Watch him closely. Make sure he gets his meals on time."

Count Mowbray left those words for the soldier guarding the door and turned away.

"Are you leaving already? It's been a while, so I'll go and see my son's face a little more, okay?"

Count Mowbray left the place without saying a word and with a troubled expression on his face.

There was absolutely no way to fix my son. All I could do was hide him as much as possible so that no rumors would spread and keep him alive.

As the Count of Mowbray returned to his seat with a gloomy expression, a knight approached and reported.

"A nobleman has come to see you, my lord."

"Who are you? I told you I wasn't meeting anyone."

"My name is Baron Dougley, and I come from the East."

Count Mowbray tilted his head at the unfamiliar name.

"In the East? Baron Dougley? I don't know anyone like that."

"He introduced himself as an exorcist."

"Exorcist… …?"

Even if you are a priest, most exorcists are actually frauds. In reality, the opposite of black magic is divine power.

Although there are occasionally real sorcerers in certain regions, exorcists are almost exclusively practiced among the ignorant masses.

"Yes. I said I came to solve your problem, my lord."

"difficulty?"

"Yes, I said that I could cure Prince Edwin's… … mental illness."

At those words, Count Mowbray's expression hardened. Are you saying that rumors have spread even to the nobles in the East?

In this day and age, people who were mentally ill were usually said to be possessed by an evil spirit.

Of course, if it were a real evil spirit, it wouldn't be able to withstand the divine power, so any noble who could summon a priest would know that the two are completely different.

"Hmm… … You call yourself an exorcist, even though you can cure mental illness? Do you know anything about it?"

Count Mowbray rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment.

Edwin's early symptoms were seen by many people. Although they were definitely under control, I thought that maybe the symptoms had spread at that time.

Rumors of mental illness could be ignored. However, rumors of possession by an evil spirit were unacceptable. If such rumors had spread, everyone who knew about it had to be killed.

"Let them in."

After a while, Giselle and Arel came in. The butler next to Count Mowbray spoke softly.

"Please introduce yourself formally."

Arel quickly took out a note to try to make up for his previous mistake.

The note was written by Claude and was 'How to introduce your lord when you meet the Count of Mowbray.'

When Claude created his undercover identity, he only heard that Giselle was posing as an exorcist and going to cure the Count's character's mental illness.

So I wrote an introduction to fit that setting.

Arel glanced at the note and said.

"This, this man is the master of treating mental illness, Baron 'Madness' Dougley, who has been treating only mental illness for 16 years."

"… … ."

An awkward silence fell around them. Jiselle glanced at Arel and whispered.

"Who wrote that for you? Claude? Belinda?"

"Uh, the commander… … ."

Jiselle closed her eyes for a moment. Unlike the others, this guy is one that can never be defeated by being beaten a few times. He really has great tenacity.

Suddenly, a subtle desire to win came over me. I felt like I had to put in a little more effort when I got back.

"Okay, I got it."

Giselle, who had been licking her lips, stepped forward and revealed her name to Count Mowbray. Then, before he could ask for more details, she got straight to the point.

"I have heard rumors about Prince Edwin, the successor here. I would like to try to treat him."

Count Mowbray looked at Giselle with cold eyes and said.

"It's just a rumor… I don't know where you heard it, but I don't know why an exorcist came. Are you saying that exorcists can also cure mental illness?"

"Yes."

"How do you treat that?"

"Because it's usually a case of being possessed by an evil spirit."

"What?"

As Count Mowbray frowned, the knights and soldiers around him also reached for their weapons.

Edwin's symptoms are a secret of the land. They must never be rumored.

It could be considered as a mental illness. In the beginning, many priests and servants saw Edwin, so rumors were bound to spread.

However, after the symptoms became serious, rumors were strictly controlled. However, since they insisted on coming here talking about evil spirits, it must have leaked out from somewhere.

As Count Mowbray slowly raised his hand, the soldiers around him closed the distance.

Arel put his hand on his sword nervously. Only Giselle had a relaxed expression on her face.

Count Mowbray asked in a low, hushed voice.

"Where did you hear that?"

"That doesn't matter."

"then?"

"What's important is that I can cure it."

"You can heal? Do you know how to use divine powers or magic?"

"No, but I know the symptoms very well."

"Tell me."

"His eyes have turned black, he acts like a mad beast, and he's spewing out magic energy. Is he really possessed by an evil spirit?"

At those words, Count Mowbray and those around him opened their eyes wide. They knew exactly what was happening.

But I was even more surprised by Jiselle's next words.

"I've already kicked it out."

"Really? Are you saying you ever chased it away?"

"Yes, that means I know the symptoms."

Count Mowbray asked tentatively.

"Do you know what it is?"

Then Giselle said with an eerie glow in her eyes.

"He is someone I have a bad relationship with. That's why I've tracked him down here. I can't tell you any more. You decide. If you don't like it, I'll go back."

Count Mowbray looked serious and thoughtful. He could not rule out the possibility that this man was a fraud.

But I couldn't just tell him to go back. He knew the symptoms too well. And the story that he had been chasing an evil spirit was plausible.

There was no other way anyway. I was worried that I would have to come to see the saint.

Even if he was a conman, I had no choice but to trust him and leave it to him. I felt like a father grasping at straws.

If we can't fix it, we have no choice but to kill him so that the rumor doesn't spread.

Count Mowbray opened his mouth with a murderous look in his eyes.

"How long do you think it will take?"

"It will take several days. Exorcism is a very arduous, dangerous, and difficult task."

"What do you need?"

"I have no tools other than the ones I brought."

This made him even more suspicious. But since there was no way to find out the truth, Count Mowbray nodded.

"If you fail, I won't be able to send you off nicely either."

"I can handle that much."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Count Mowbray immediately moved, taking Giselle and Arel with him.

The Count's soldiers followed closely behind, as if to prevent them from running away.

Arel, who saw that sight, became nervous and kept touching the sword. His hands were so sweaty that the handle slipped in his hands.

'Let's be calm, my lord will definitely succeed.'

Just listening to the story, it sounded like they were going to hunt some kind of demon. I had to be very alert if I wanted to help with that.

When we arrived at the top, there was an ominous atmosphere. The higher we climbed, the stronger the atmosphere became.

Giselle spoke to Count Mowbray with a very serious expression on her face.

"This treatment cannot be performed by just anyone. If done wrong, Prince Edwin's life could be in danger."

"What does that mean?"

"It is an evil spirit that even priests and wizards cannot drive out. I need to perform my own exorcism. If things go wrong, it could spread to others. Then the worst will happen. After killing Prince Edwin."

Everyone's expression darkened at Giselle's words, which sounded like a threat. Giselle continued speaking without hesitation.

"No one should be in the tower. Only I and my disciples will enter to drive out evil spirits."

"Then what about food?"

"My disciple will go and get it, so please prepare it below."

Count Mowbray hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

I was a little anxious, but for now, I had no choice but to trust and leave it to him.

Giselle spoke to the butler of the Countess of Mowbray who followed her.

"Give me my stuff."

"Is this… is this really necessary?"

"Yes, that is the tool I use in my exorcism ritual."

When she came here, Jiselle had brought a few things in a large bag. Naturally, she had no choice but to show them what was inside during the security check.

At Giselle's request to give her luggage, the butler, who knew what was inside the bag, looked a little embarrassed.

I couldn't figure out why this was even necessary.

"Give it to me quickly. It's my own exorcism tool that you cannot understand."

When Jiselle urged him, the butler had no choice but to hand over the bag.

The butler bowed his head slightly before withdrawing.

"My servants and I will be waiting downstairs, so please call us anytime you need anything."

"Okay."

Jiselle emphasized once again.

"Never, ever let anyone into the tower. Do you understand? If you do, the project will fail."

"Oh, I understand."

So all the soldiers and servants in the tower withdrew, leaving only Giselle and Arel.

Jiselle looked at Arel and said.

"Okay, let's go in. Nothing you see from now on should surprise you. Okay?"

"All right."

Arel nodded with a determined expression. He had never fought such a supernatural being before.

Fighting against evil beings in the demon world is the role of warriors and saints. It was an honor to be able to stand with the lord in such a grand position.

Krrrr!

The thick iron door opened, and Giselle and Arel finally entered the room where Edwin was locked up.

"Kurrrrrr… … ."

Edwin let out a menacing howl as soon as someone entered, and a terrifyingly thick magic energy spread out from his body.

Chaang!

Arel was momentarily surprised and drew his sword. Then, Giselle raised her hand to stop him and said.

"Edwin."

Edwin also looked at Giselle and asked.

"Grrrrr, who are you?"

"I am the one who came to treat you."

"Priest, huh? I am a great being, impervious to divine power."

"No, I am not a priest."

"But you're going to cure me? Do you think you can kick me out of here?"

"Yes, because I know how."

"Kurururuk… … ."

Edwin let out a beastly laugh. Did he know who he was and dare to cast him out?

Regardless, Giselle put her bag aside and tilted her head from side to side.

"Okay, shall we begin the ritual?"

"No matter what ritual you perform… … you won't be able to drive me out… … . It would be faster to just kill this body."

Edwin still laughed at Giselle, because the being inside him was something that could never be banished by ordinary consciousness.

But that doesn't mean I can really kill this body. After all, this body was the only successor to the Earldom of Mowbray.

So, isn't that why the Count's family is keeping quiet and just locking him up like this?

While Edwin glared, Giselle crouched down and took tools out of her bag.

Arel was tense as he raised his sword and aimed it at Edwin. He couldn't relax, fearing that he might be surprised by that terrible magic.

Then, Arel glanced at the things that Jiselle was taking out and was so surprised that his mind went blank.

"What is this… … ?"

Some strange-looking things were coming out of the bag.

Arel asked unconsciously, forgetting the existence of the evil spirit before his eyes.

"Yes, my lord? What is that?"

"This? It's my exorcism tool."

"Is that an exorcism tool?"

Jiselle nodded blandly and answered.

"Oh, there's nothing more certain than this when it comes to exorcism."

The bag was lined with tools perfect for hitting someone, such as hammers and clubs.