The Paladin Owns the Relic

148 – Ancient Forest (8)

Kalvid.

A large band of bandits that dominate the northern part of the Empire.

Among them, Albion, the executive, carried out the leader’s orders faster than anyone else. For the first time in a few years, he escaped from the movement of the main body and pursued his own traces.

Even though he was an executive, he was no different from a low-level executive, so Albion wanted achievement more than anyone else. He stood next to Bernie, the leader of Calvid, and he wanted more power.

To get out of the thief bandit and stand on the right arm of the thief queen.

Albion, who had been working hard, had no doubts that this work would also elevate him to the top.

Until I saw the sky parting.

“…Huh?”

A single blow from an ax cut the forest in half. All the people who were swept away were smashed.

Trees caught in flames collapsed. With just one person’s gesture, the entire mountain was burned.

God-like power.

A ridiculous ability that is tantamount to a natural disaster.

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“…Uh…Uh…”

Amidst the collapsing tree, Albion gasped. He crawled across the ground and made his way through the fallen trees.

He couldn’t figure out exactly what had happened. The man looking down swung something and everything was messed up.

The air was burning. I don’t know how the air can burn, but it did.

Throat is very dry, and the feeling that the surrounding air is so dry that it tightens the throat.

The shuddering Albion heard the sound of walking. He realized too late that a ruthless tyrant of violence had stopped before him.

“Isn’t the clothes you’re wearing different?”

Albion realized belatedly that a cool, handsome voice could be so frightening.

You have to tell me before it’s too late. You have to tell everything to Bunny, Queen of Thieves.

The man in front of you. What they wanted to touch…

“Are you the head?”

The devil itself!

. . .

Rococo asked timidly.

“What are people doing? Do you want to become a legendary demon?”

“Are you sure you are a devil?”

The cute girl in front of me tilted her head. Rococo, overflowing with her charms in each of her actions, inadvertently stopped extending her hand.

She averted her eyes. A cataclysm fell before her eyes, and the entire forest was on fire.

“…What the hell is this?”

People are like that.

If you go through something astonishing, words won’t come out properly. As if in a dream, everything just goes blank.

Cults and Priests.

A typical job that means weakness.

Among those who go to the front, they are known to be the weakest. Their military power is inferior to that of knights, and their residual talent is inferior to those of wizards.

Is that useful? Not even that. One of the jobs that mercenaries avoid is the priest.

The majority of them would talk about doctrines and conceit as if they could do anything, but when they entered the real world, they would drag on.

Few. Except for a very few of them, they are now just ordinary people.

Rococo knew that decent priests were extremely rare. Among the priests he met, those who did their job were few and far between.

And most of them were excommunicated from the church.

Being a combat priest was such a job. Humans who only played the role of one person only when they left the church.

“Have you been excommunicated since you are not part of the Sun God Church?”

“What nonsense?”

“Or not.”

Rococo looked at the thief dragged along with pity.

“Even if it was wrong, it took a long time.”

This is the first time I’ve felt sorry for an enemy. Rococo glanced up at the burning forest.

“If you leave it as it is, it will spread to a forest fire.”

“Don’t worry.”

All the lights went out with a light click. As if proving that it was not an artificial fire, the holy energy that swept around also disappeared.

Rococo asked sincerely.

“Are you human?”

“Maybe not.”

“As expected, the devil.”

“I am the only devil?”

“…Then what is it like to be a goddamn brawler?”

“This is blasphemy.”

A girl wearing a robe approached him.

“Zahard. Retaliation is good…But I’d rather have matters in my hands. Can we take some time to listen to the story?”

“That’s why you saved one person.”

“…Not that kind of problem…”

The girl sighed. Clenched her hand

I gently stroked Zahard’s head as he lowered his head.

“Just a little bit… Please be merciful just a little bit. Zahard has enough power. I will ask you this.”

“…What. If you ask me that much.”

There’s a woman who can handle that monster.

Is the author a real boss?

“Head.”

“Those people…What are they doing?”

“Looks like crazy bastards.”

“I live and live… It’s the first time I’ve seen people like that.”

“Not only that priest is great, but the rest of the guys aren’t surprised, so aren’t they similar?”

“…Is it a monster party?”

“What are you aiming for?”

Rococo had only one answer to the whispering.

“Don’t babble just because women are pretty.”

Rococo was wise.

“Because if you do something wrong, you’re going to lose everything.”

. . .

“Ka, Calvid…Is targeting you.”

“Why?”

“Bo, as an example…To show.”

I wiped the ax blade with a cloth.

“Tell me properly.”

“That, that is…! Car, Calvid is the most famous bandit in the area! But lately, the damage has suddenly increased! Eh, the level of those who participate in the damn expedition is quite high… All the things I tried to rob failed…!”

“But what does that have to do with me?”

“That… That is…”

The thief, Albion, closed his eyes.

“Go, the younger brother of the executive… The priest killed…”

“The thief I killed is the executive’s younger brother?”

“Yes, it is. All of a sudden, he touched 8th place in the hierarchy… He wants to make an example of the priest by actively talking about it this time…”

“Does that make sense?”

Kalvid is a large band of bandits. And that head, the thief queen named Bunny, is quite a brainy guy. She

Is a guy who knows her subordinates as expendables. She won’t move unless it’s to her own advantage.

”That may not be the only reason… Huh?”

“That, that is…”

“Say it straight.”

“Everything, I don’t know if it was a different denomination… but the priest is a priest of the denomination of Ra…”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, our boss had a fight with the Sun God!”

Hmm?

This is the first time I’ve heard this.

“Kalvid’s boss…So it’s Bunny, right?”

“No, that’s right.”

“He has a pretty face and handles a hatchet.”

“No, that’s right!”

“Why is he aiming for the Sun God?”

“Phew, there are scars! I heard that the scar was a scar carved by a paladin of the Sun God Church… Since then, he hated the Sun God Church very much… I feel like he moved as if it went well this time…”

“Scars? Is it Bernie? Why?”

“Well, I don’t know the details either.”

That’s why I’m hearing it for the first time. That Bunny pretended to be with the Sun God.

She is a smart woman. It’s tricky when you’re facing an opponent. Knowing that the difference in power was overwhelming, it was clear that they would gnaw at us with wheel warfare.

No, if you wipe it, you can wipe it out at once. But…

The problem is that it takes time.

“…Hmm.”

The current situation is to protect the expedition, according to Ashwal’s request.

It gets annoying when kalvid is tied up. Depending on the time, the feet may be caught. He’s a bunch of guys like a pack of dogs.

What is a few thousand?

These are tens of thousands of guys. It’s not hard to get hooked up.

Rococo asked timidly.

“Gee. Monster mantle. We’ve got all the wheels fixed… Can we start?”

I dare to ask. You don’t even need permission, but you come to get permission.

I was scared. I was scared. When I saw that, I immediately thought of one thing.

A mercenary.

I’m going to finish what I was thinking about earlier. Then she grinned.

“Rococo.”

“What, what?”

“There is that among mercenaries, right? If you introduce them as acquaintances, your identity will be proven, making it easier to become a mercenary.”

“…No way?”

“A. I’m not asking you to do it for free. I’ll give you some money huh?”

“No, if that side gets into trouble and jumps out, I’ll be at a disadvantage, but I can’t help it…!”

I slapped Rococo on the cheek with a bunch of bills.

“Of course I have to do it!”

Yes. It’s nice to be honest.

“We will take care of it in the next city. Not only in big cities, there are many mercenary offices in cities too.”

“But Calvid is aiming for that… About that…”

“You can erase the traces here.”

“Erasing traces? How? Can’t we go while erasing the wagon wheel tracks?”

At Rococo’s question, I glanced back at Amar.

The demon who was eating the snack blinked. He smiled broadly and ran to Dodo.

I was embraced as it was.

Heart eyes sparkled.

“Need my help?”

“Yes. Can you help me?”

Amar smiled broadly.

“I’ll listen to anything! Because it’s Zahard’s request!”

. . .

“What the hell is this…”

“Follow the trail!”

“It’s like a natural disaster…how accurate the boundaries of the fire are…”

“As if the sparks were gathered at once…”

“How big are you?”

Bunny, the thief queen, grabbed a burnt branch in the midst of her busy moving minions.

Crushes as soon as you touch it. It looks like it has sucked all the moisture inside.

There are few people within the church who can handle this level of power. Among them, there is only one male.

Bunny covered her right eye.

“It’s you too. Fabian.”

The Thief Queen immediately gave the order. Chasing her trail as she has been chasing so far.

“Two, Boss!”

The men shouted. Bunny, who had walked down the forest, nodded his head.

“Why?”

“Huh, no trace?”

“What? No traces?”

Bunny glanced over the road. The ruts of the wagon wheels were suddenly cut off.

Is it magic? Bernie broadened his scope of investigation.

Anyway, magic has a limit. On top of that, magic to erase traces is a high-level magic in which many factors are complicatedly intertwined.

It’s hard to maintain magic, and it’s hard to do it perfectly. Bunny slung his hatchet over his shoulder.

“Swipe through. Find all that remains.”

The thieves scanned the surroundings. I stayed up all night investigating the extended area.

But nothing came out.

“Two bosses…don’t have one?”

“…What?”

What does that mean?

Bunny glanced up at the sky.

Are you saying that the wagon that was running well suddenly disappeared into the sky?

“…Find it. Bastards.”

Bunny growled.

“Look for it unconditionally. Or they all die by my hand.”

The thieves were crying.