NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 131
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About a fortnight later, a beauty with emerald green hair visited the Hohenberc Family.
The owner of the Red Magic Tower.
The head of the Nesserhane Family, which has produced countless Grand Magicians.
Querisa Nesserhane.
Dressed in a daringly revealing dress and sporting a broomstick at her side, the master of the Magic Tower entered the villa’s garden. When news spread that one of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States and the master of the Magic Tower had come to visit, the Hohenberc Family was thrown into a frenzy.
“W-wait, I didn’t expect the Master of the Magic Tower to visit such a humble domain.”
A bald head.
No, the head of the Hohenberc Family welcomed the owner of the Red Magic Tower while sweating profusely.
The numerous servants who had hastily gathered, stopping their chores, bowed their heads in respect. In response, Querisa placed her hand on her heart and answered.
“There’s no need to be so tense, Lord Hohenberc. I just wanted to have a sincere conversation with fellow parents who share the same worries and troubles.”
“Y-yes, parents…?”
Otto expressed confusion as he asked.
Edanant, who had joined the scene, informed Otto that the woman before them was the wise sage’s stepmother.
The father of the hero. The mother of the sage.
Parents of members from the Saintess Party that defeated the Demon King had gathered.
Maximilian and Madbay were classmates with Beatrice during their days at the academy. Hence, the term Querisa used was not wrong.
“Indeed, caring for a son entering adolescence is tough. Who would have thought such a model child would turn into a rebellious teenager during this stormy period? Ah, I can only lament the passing of time.”
“…”
Adolescence?
A runaway teenager?
Your son must be twenty-three this year.
He probably still seems childish to you.
After all, a parent’s concern for their child is universal.
Listening to the parents’ conversation, Edanant stepped back. Then Querisa, smiling brightly, demanded the fulfillment of her deal.
“You promised to provide a small amount of blood in exchange for transfer magic. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
“Fine, a blood donation will do.”
Though the thought of handing blood to a monster of knowledge was unsettling, there was no other option. Before activating the transfer magic, Edanant had signed an unbreakable pact with the master of the Magic Tower.
There was no collateral.
It was merely a verbal agreement without guarantees.
However, wanting to win over the master of the Magic Tower as an ally, Edanant decided to accept the deal. It was not out of the question that the mad scientist of the Magic Tower could create a clone from the collected blood.
“And I’d also like to collect the Divine Status of Disaster during this opportunity! You’ll allow that, of course?”
“…”
At this rate, she might even ask for other fluids.
Edanant grimaced at Querisa’s increasing demands.
“What do you mean by that, Edan?”
“Don’t be fooled by the Master of the Magic Tower’s charms. She’s a crazy old lady disguised as a beauty. She’s seventy-five this year.”
Otto exclaimed in shock.
The beautiful woman boasting stunning looks, was actually a seventy-five-year-old grandmother. It was natural to be startled, as it was hard to accept such a cruel disparity.
How horrendous.
A grandmother pretending to be a young maiden!
“Lord Marquis, might I have a moment alone with Edanant?”
“Of course.”
Having personally experienced the greatness of polymorph, Querisa politely asked Otto, still showing signs of shock.
“Could you guide me through the villa, Edanant? I’d like to stroll around and chat.”
“How dare you, old hag of the Magic Tower, to flatter the great Seer!”
A beautiful vampire maid interjected with a sharp voice, expressing dissatisfaction at the uninvited guest.
Ariel’s resentment towards Querisa intensified, clearly distressed by the humiliation of having been overwhelmed by gravity magic alongside her comrades. In response, Querisa let out an obvious scoff and shrugged her shoulders.
“Your tongue hasn’t changed, has it? Didn’t get enough of a beating?”
“Eek!”
A chilling smile spread across the lips of the master of the Magic Tower.
Startled, Ariel screamed and hid behind Edanant.
“Do as you please.”
Blood.
The Divine Status of Disaster.
And even guiding me through the villa’s halls.
With a heavy sigh, Edanant began to step forward. Querisa burst into a bashful laugh and strolled alongside him along the stone path through the garden.
“Isn’t it strange? Why has the Holy Kingdom continued in silence? Countless believers must have urged the Holy King to wage a holy war upon witnessing the disgrace of the Creator Deity.”
“…”
Amidst her sweet whisper of a question, Edanant felt his brow twitch.
He wanted to know.
No, he absolutely had to find out.
Feeling a sense of unease observing the master of the Magic Tower’s leisurely reactions, the desire to hear about the crisis the Holy Kingdom faced flared within him like a wildfire.
“The Disaster of Death has descended.”
“…What?”
As soon as he heard the master’s reply, Edanant asked back.
Confusion and embarrassment.
And fear of the unknown.
The shocking news that the Disaster of Death had come crashing down hit him like a hammer.
In the end, the Saintess Party had resurrected the Disaster of Death, which had met its end in the final chapter. Edanant clenched his fists, recalling the faces of comrades who had turned into enemies of humanity.
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The Dreivayne Castle, which had protected humankind from the Demon King’s army, vanished without a trace.
Not only that.
Where once stood a solid fortress, a bottomless chasm of the abyss had opened up.
The remnants of a clash between the Creator Deity and the Disaster God. The terrain that had withstood the test of time met its end under the overwhelming force.
“Don’t approach recklessly!”
“If you even brush against the divine waves, your whole body will rot away!”
The clash of powers generates waves.
Black and white.
The colorless opposites enveloped the surroundings.
The Divine Statuses of the Creator and Disaster God remained intact within the chasm. Thus, the holy knights deployed to the scene approached cautiously, careful not to be swept away by the waves of divine energy.
“What is that?”
“Oh my God…!”
Was it due to the clash of Divine Statuses that transcended logic and common sense?
Heavy rocks and uneven boulders floated in the air. The clash of Divine Statuses had canceled out gravity, creating an area of weightlessness utterly divorced from natural phenomena.
It was natural that the holy knights would recoil in shock when witnessing this. An environment that completely defied the very common sense they had always taken for granted was now unfolding right before their eyes.
“Ugh!!”
The very ground, previously stable, suddenly cracked like a spider’s web. The fissures, gruesomely splitting the ground, released the condensed divine waves from within the chasm.
Exposed to the currents of the waves.
In an instant, his entire body turned pitch black. The biological tissues damaged upon contact with the waves finally succumbed to necrosis. Before long, the holy knights met the most tragic death in existence, their bodies flowing away like wax candles on a fire.
“I’m sorry, we should have rushed…”
A handsome holy knight knelt down and spoke up.
Sirelle Beilred.
The captain of the guardians and the owner of the Invincible Sword.
As soon as Sirelle detected the divine waves, he mobilized the Holy Kingdom’s troops, safely evacuating the candidate saintesses he discovered on-site, as most of them were suffering from exhaustion.
“The Disaster of Death… has possessed the second saintess.”
“Y-yes?”
The Demon King met his end.
In need of a new vessel, the Disaster of Death had possessed Beatrice’s body and descended into this world.
Impossible.
How could the Disaster of Death dwell within the Earth Mother’s Saintess?
The First Saintess, Zebeline, had been chosen by the Disaster of Famine, who had turned into the guardian dragon of the Holy Kingdom, awakening as an Apostle. But Beatrice was different. Beatrice was the ‘true saintess’ who accepted only the divine status of the Earth Mother.
If the Disaster of Death attempted to possess Beatrice, a divine collision would certainly occur.
At the same time, Beatrice should have perished.
“I don’t know. But surely… I felt the ominous and unsettling divine status of Death overflowing from the second saintess’s body. The Earth Mother, who briefly entered my body, even said so.”
“…”
“And that’s not all. The sage, the hero king, and even the Sword Saint…! I sensed the divine status of Death from the heroes who supported the second saintess.”
“W-what about Maximilian…!? How is Hero Maximilian!?”
The second saintess had fallen to the Disaster of Death.
Furthermore, the heroes who had protected the saintess had become followers who accepted the divine status of Death.
The worst outcome.
The heroes, who had represented humankind, had all turned back to the peak of evil.
Sirelle anxiously asked about Maximilian’s whereabouts in an agitated tone. Despite having turned into a traitor who had betrayed the Holy Kingdom and the Creator Deity, he still couldn’t shake off his past feelings, swallowing a desperate breath.