Chapter 19. Push and pull to get what you want. (One)
It’s amazing that I’m still alive and holding the Requiem, but I can’t believe I’m holding on to the Requiem that’s running so fast.
I couldn’t believe how he could withstand the whispers of Requiem when he wasn’t even a few hundred years old like me.
‘Is this possible with human mental power?’
I wanted to see his face to see what kind of guy he really was. Even if I were to die, I felt like I would have to see that guy’s face to relieve my anger.
Rachel gritted her teeth and endured the passage of time. Fortunately, she still had some room left to trust.
The long-awaited moment was just around the corner.
“Wake up, saint.”
Rachel followed the knight without a word. The waiting knights raised their curtains.
Sarah-
Bright sunlight poured through the gap. It felt like I was blessing myself for today.
Rachel stepped through the light.
Emperor Theodore and the archbishop were already standing on the stage. The emperor’s eyes passed over my veil.
Tap, tap.
Rachel moved lightly to find her place.
Since I had been participating in the fortification festival for several years, I knew exactly what was going on.
“Oooh!”
“She is a saint….”
“You are a real saint!”
There was a murmur of people’s excitement.
People couldn’t get closer, but instead looked at them intently. It was so powerful that it felt like it was breaking through a veil.
Rachel sighed and went to her place to stand.
‘Ha, here we go again.’
I felt Serenad’s energy become more active.
The excitement in a crowded place was similar to Requiem, but the reasons were clearly different.
If Requiem wanted to devour lives, Serenade wanted to share its life force with everyone.
The nature of trying to fill infinite emptiness and the nature of wanting to share infinite life stood at opposite poles.
‘No, stop.’
Rachel closed her eyes tightly and turned off Serenade’s power.
An omnipotent power that allows you to know the physical condition of others. Someone’s heart was stained black, and someone’s abdomen was a mess.
Unnecessary information that keeps flooding in even if you don’t want to see it or know it. Because of that, the world seen through Rachel’s eyes was always different from others.
‘I don’t need it.’
Because of that, Rachel preferred to be alone and was extremely reluctant to be in crowded places.
This was also one of the reasons why I dislike attending mass. After going once, my body was overloaded and I had to get sick.
‘You’re so damn stubborn.’
Rachel used to sing the serenade like this. Today, with a crowd several times larger than the mass, it was even more difficult to suppress the serenade.
“The consecration ceremony will begin now.”
Following the archbishop’s lead, Emperor Theodore stood in front of the podium.
“Dear people of the Empire.”
He spoke in a powerful voice and raised one hand.
“Long live your Majesty the Emperor!”
“May you live long and prosper!”
Hot cheers erupted from the gathered crowd. People looked at the emperor with respect and envy.
Theodore Maggiore Impero, the black lion of the battlefield who led all wars of conquest to victory.
He established an unprecedentedly powerful imperial power and led a stable reign. Moreover, his good looks often impressed people of all ages.
“……Well, we have arrived at the harvest festival safely.”
Every time Emperor Theodore spoke a word, Rachel felt the urge to rip out her own ears.
‘Son of a bitch.’
The Okum, which seemed like the sound of heaven to the people of the empire, was no different from the sound of disgusting insects to her. She was even more so because she heard it from a short distance away.
I saw the empress, the empress, and the princesses standing nearby.
They were all exquisitely beautiful, but to Rachel they were simply disgusting. Those touched by Theodore’s blood felt terrible.
Every minute and second felt like torture.
‘Oh, I feel like I’m out of breath.’
Rachel barely held back as she thought about what would happen after this time.
“Then, before I begin the consecration, I will begin with a prayer to purify my heart.”
After the archbishop finished speaking, people folded their hands and bowed their heads.
“Dio Benedica.”
“Dio Benedica.”
The royal family and nobles all folded their hands and bowed their heads. Even the knights who formed the human barrier bowed their heads.
Everyone had to do this during sacred prayer times.
“…….”
Rachel bowed her head with a secret smile. Only one person, the archbishop, looked at the Bible and began to recite a prayer.
“Please do this. Just save us from evil….”
Only his low voice rang out in the reverent atmosphere. It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing became noise.
Sigh.
Rachel lifted her face slightly.
Thanks to the long veil that covered her head, even if someone saw her, it would have been difficult to know what she was doing.
‘Let’s see… … .’
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Everyone had their heads down, so only the top of their head was visible instead of their faces. Therefore, the moment someone raised their head, it would be immediately noticeable.
Rachel planned to take advantage of that.
‘Serenade.’
Rachel slowly awakened the power of Serenade. He became extremely focused and began to sing the Brother Sword Requiem.
‘Requiem, Requiem. ‘Get up now.’
I was planning to check if the owner of Requiem was here. If there was one, we had to find out exactly where it was and its identity.
Rachel looked around with sharp eyes. The shoulder area with the Serenade pattern on it was getting hotter.
“-!”
At one point, I felt as if the cells in my entire body were being pulled, as if they were being pulled by a magnet.
‘there!’
I quickly turned my head and looked for the source of that feeling. Surprisingly, the direction was a grandstand reserved for nobles, quite close to the podium.
‘no way… … .’
In the crowd of nobles, I saw a man raising his head alone.
Blue hair that stands out even from afar and eyes that shine like amethyst.
Her youthful face was unusually beautiful, and her slightly raised eyes showed a difficult nature.
The man was holding on to just below the shoulder and staring there. He couldn’t be seen because he was covered by his clothes, but it was assumed that the Requiem emblem would be there.
It was impossible to read the man’s true intentions on his expressionless face.
‘Diego… … Kindreal?’
Although I saw him a long time ago, his strong physique and unique appearance were difficult to forget.
‘… … No, no. It’s not Diego.’
Rachel soon calmed her racing heart. Unless Diego used Serenade’s power, it couldn’t have looked like that.
‘So, is he Diego’s son?’
That was also surprising. He thought that Diego was the only person in the western part of the empire who could hold on to Requiem.
But this kid, who seems to be only 20 years old, has obtained Requiem and is exercising complete control over it.
‘It’s so unexpected.’
Hiding her embarrassment, Rachel quickly took back the power of Serenade.
The man paused for a moment, then withdrew his arms and went back to praying. He seemed to have no sign of leaving this place.
‘Yes, I guess so.’
He didn’t know that Requiem had the Brother Sword Serenade and that it was nearby.
It was obvious that I would simply think that my shoulder getting hot was a strange phenomenon that happened often.
‘How could a mere ordinary person know about the Sword of the Four Seasons?’
I may have been lucky enough to get my hands on Requiem and come this far, but that was over now. If Rachel’s plan succeeds, he will be as good as dead.
‘You may have had a hard time, but now it’s time to go.’
A dry smile appeared on Rachel’s lips. It was a smile that was as dry as a wasteland, with no moisture or warmth to be found.
“I hope so.”
The archbishop finished his long prayer and made the sign of the cross.
“Dio Benedica.”
“Dio Benedica.”
The people then made the sign of the cross and raised their heads. They will have no idea what just happened or what will happen next.
Even the fact that Rachel has just identified the seeds of disaster and is preparing the water to make them sprout.
“Next, the saint will bless the last harvest of the year.”
After the archbishop finished speaking, priests brought crops and placed them on the podium.
‘at las.’
Rachel trembled as she walked in front of him.
‘at las!’
The moment she had been waiting for had arrived.
You only need to use a little force to bless your crops. But today, Serenade was going to unleash all her power.
Requiem, feeling the pulsation of enormous vitality, will become excited and run wild, and its owner, unable to suppress it, will be transformed into a murderous demon.
That was Rachel’s plan.
Causing an unprecedented massacre. By throwing Requiem on the first day of the Harvest Festival, the most crowded festival of the year.
Once you start, you won’t be able to stop. The more Requiem eats up your life force, the more it craves the next life.
So, kill everyone gathered here, and kill them again, and kill even the emperor. In the end, he wanted me to kill him.
‘Finally, I can die… … .’
He had no idea that the moment of end he wanted was so close. I even felt joy at the thought that I could end this terrible life.
Maybe luck is something that comes suddenly like a gift when you least expect it.
‘I won’t thank God though.’
No, if I meet him, I will shake my fist in God’s face.
Rachel reached out her hand over the crop. And he took a deep breath.
Faaah!
Light spread beneath the palm, and the shape of a sword waving white beneath it was revealed.
Serenade.
A delicate vine pattern wraps around the grip, and the blade, which is about the length of a dagger, is dazzling white.
Perfect whiteness, as if there were no flaws or blemishes whatsoever. It meant endless vitality, no different from the symbol of Serenade.
Serenade is not a sword for cutting others, so it has this small and slender shape.
Rachel has been emitting light so powerfully that the sword has been invisible. Because of this, her people firmly believed that she was a saint who exerted her divine powers at her fingertips.
Okay.
The tip of the serenade touched the crop.
“…….”
Rachel slowly closed her eyes. She felt a white light surround her palms.
Slowly, white light began to flow over the crops.
“Oooh!”
“The Holy Virgin gives her blessings!”
“I can’t believe I got to see this glorious moment!”
People whispered excitedly.
As Serenade’s power permeated, crops that had withered slightly after harvest gradually began to revive.
“Oh, that’s the power of blessing!”
“Ah, my eyes are dazzling….”
The commoners were anxious to get even a little closer. It was impossible because of the knights’ fierce defense.
The nobles sat quietly and politely, but they could not take their eyes off the white light.
“This time at the Barnes family….”
“Clean the Crudelle bottle….”
The name of Lady Sophia Barnes, who had received the blessing, spread among them.
Rachel glanced at the owner of Requiem. He just stared at the podium with an expression that still left his face unreadable.
The only human in this world who owns the sword of the four seasons.
It was a little disappointing that I couldn’t have a conversation with him, who shared my fundamental loneliness.
‘Farewell, Master of Requiem.’
After leaving an inaudible greeting, Rachel began to concentrate.
Paaaat!
The light coming from Rachel’s hand became stronger. He didn’t just dye his palms, it began to overflow over the crops and down to the bottom of the platform.
“What is going on?”
“Is this your first time seeing such strong light?”
“What happened?”
The crowd’s clamor slowly grew louder. Nobles and royal family members also whispered quietly.
“Stand, saintess!”
“How did this happen!”
The archbishop and priests were also upset.
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