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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 178: The Biggest Path (2)

Chapter 178: The Biggest Path (2)

Even⁠‌⁠ if you kill‍‌ a dragon, it‌‍ won’t die.

Even‍​‍ if it’s torn⁠‌‌ to pieces and‌⁠‍ scattered all over‍​​ the world, the​‌ will of the⁠ dragon, as tough‍​⁠ as it is⁠‍‌ perfect, will still‍‍⁠ live on everywhere.‌‌

It‌​ was born that​​ way from the‌⁠ beginning.

What‍ will I do‍⁠​ when that time‌ comes?

If‍‌ the damned dragon​‌ reappears when I’m‌ not around.

Will‌ the knights of‌​⁠ that time be‌ able to do‍⁠⁠ as I did?‌‌

Even⁠⁠ if I’m now​ sowing seeds for⁠​‍ them in the⁠‍‍ future.

***‍‍‍

[¡Vlad!​ ¡Vlad, come back⁠ to your senses!]‌‍​

Vlad‌ remained as stiff⁠⁠‍ as a rock,​ only letting out‍​ suppressed moans.

Kihano​ inside kept shouting‌⁠‍ constantly to awaken⁠⁠‌ Vlad, but Vlad,‌ who was listening,‌ couldn’t even move⁠​​ a finger.

“Ugh!”‌⁠

Thump!⁠‌

The​⁠ pressure he could⁠​‌ feel as a knight and the‍‌ instinct flowing through‍⁠⁠ his blood screamed⁠‍‌ simultaneously.

If⁠​‍ you defend yourself,‍ you die.

So‌ lay down.

“Do‍⁠ you want to⁠ live?”

The⁠‌ man coming with⁠ the mist smiled​‌ at Vlad.

A piece that had‌​‌ been firmly embedded‌‍‍ in his heart‌‌ began to beat​⁠⁠ slowly along with⁠​ the struggle of⁠ the young dragon.⁠​‌

“Then​‌ pray. Just like⁠ before.”

A man walking backward,‍ not toward tomorrow⁠‌ but toward the​​ past.

Frausen.‍⁠‌

He‌​ was reminiscing old​‌‌ memories as he⁠‌ looked into Vlad’s⁠​ blue eyes that‍⁠‌ looked exactly like‌‍‌ someone else’s.

“Go…​‌ fuck you… uh.”​‍

However,‍ unlike the dragon‌​⁠ back then, the‌ young dragon in⁠ front of me​ didn’t bow his‍ head to plead⁠​⁠ for his life.‌‍​

Frausen⁠⁠​ smiled slightly as‍‍​ he looked at‌⁠‍ Vlad’s middle finger,​‍ which was raised‍​‌ with difficulty.

“At‍ least you have‌ spirit.”

Kihano,‌‌‌ who was inside,​⁠ and Frausen, who‌ was outside, looked‍⁠ in different directions,​‍⁠ but they felt‍ the same thing.‌​‍

The‍ Sword Master, who‌‌‌ cherishes rising stars,⁠⁠‍ has always been‍ someone who loves‍⁠ those who take‍ on challenges.

“However,‌‍ it’s a pity​​​ you’re a dragon.”⁠​‌

But‌‍ as much as​ you like, what⁠ you have in‍​ front of you‍ is a dragon.⁠

As‌⁠⁠ it was a being that had‌‌‌ to be killed​ as it grew⁠ by feeding on⁠ someone’s potential, the​⁠⁠ man unsheathed his​⁠ sword.

A rattling sound came⁠ from the sheath‌‍ of his sword‌​ that didn’t fit‌​⁠ well.

“…Vlad.”​

However,​‌‌ the man who‌⁠‌ introduced himself as‌​‍ Frausen paused for​ a moment when‍‍‌ he heard a sound.

Because‌⁠ there was an‌​ odd vibration hidden‍ in Vlad’s voice.‍‍​

“I’m‍‌ not a dragon…⁠‌​ I’m Vlad, you⁠‍‌ bastard.”

The‍ world of the‍‍ greatest dragon hunter​​​ was now before‍⁠ Vlad.

A gigantic being before‌⁠‌ which any knight⁠​ would have no‍ choice but to‍‌ bow.

However,‌ even before that​ great being, Vlad‌ gradually reached for​‌ his sword.

“Hmph!”⁠‌

If⁠⁠​ she ends up​ dying here, who⁠ will pay the‍​​ sacrifice for Justia?‍⁠​

I still have written​ in my heart⁠‌ the words she‍‌ gave me as‍‍⁠ a gift.

I was nothing but‌ a squire, but​⁠⁠ she called me⁠‍‍ the knight who‍⁠ protected the breath‍ of children.

“…!”​‌

[······!]‌‌

From‍‌‍ the tips of‍⁠ the swords that⁠‍ touched, Vlad’s world‍​ began to expand.‍​

A flower that only​​​ I could see.‌

The‍⁠ world that now⁠ could be seen​⁠​ even through two‍‌ eyes that weren’t‍⁠​ closed now hung‍⁠ from the tip​ of Vlad’s sword.‍⁠

Slowly,‍‍ the world the​ child dreamed of‌‌‌ began to fill⁠​ the cursed room.⁠‍

“…This.”​

How⁠⁠‍ valuable are young‍⁠‌ people who can⁠​⁠ express their potential​‌⁠ to the world.⁠

Kihano⁠⁠⁠ and Frausen thought‌ the same thing⁠ at the same‌‍ time as they‌ glimpsed the world⁠‌ that the child‍‍ dreamed of at‌​‌ the tip of‍⁠ the sword.

He​‍ wanted to protect​‍ this in front​⁠ of the most⁠‌​ perfect dragon.

“Yes.‌ Vlad.”

Rather⁠ than being an⁠⁠ inner world, Vlad’s​‌​ world now flowed‍‍ outward.

However,⁠‌ the trembling person‌​‍ still hadn’t realized‌​ that his world‌‌⁠ had come out‌‌ of its shell.‌‍

The‍ current moment is‌ the most dangerous⁠ and regrettable.

So‌​​ I asked the⁠⁠ knights to protect‌‌‌ this moment.

“Just‍‍ die.”

In‍‍ Kihano’s eyes, he​⁠ could see the⁠ world created by​⁠​ Vlad, but in​‍ Frausen’s ears, the‍​ cries of countless​ stars that had​ been trampled under‍‌ the dragon’s claws‍⁠ sounded clearly.

“…Hmm?”‍‍‌

The​‌⁠ raised tip of⁠⁠ the sword flickers.‌

But⁠ was it for‌‌ a moment of​⁠ hesitation?

The‌ raised tip of⁠⁠ his sword, which​⁠ was very high,‌ couldn’t fly toward⁠‍‌ the neck of‌‍​ the young dragon.‍‌

“Tsk!”​‌

Suddenly,​ Vlad, who was‍⁠ lying down, started​ to fall under‍ the bed with‌ a shout.

With‍‍ that, Vlad’s world‍ disappeared like a mirage.

Watching⁠⁠ Vlad sink into⁠​ the bed as‍​ if it were‌​⁠ a bathtub, Frauzen’s​ eyes widened.

“…Wow.”⁠‍‍

Even‍ the knight who​‌ was accustomed to‌‌⁠ the unexpected was⁠ baffled by the⁠‍⁠ situation, which went‌ beyond common sense.⁠‌⁠

However,‍ no matter how⁠ much he opened‌⁠​ his eyes and‌ looked, Vlad and‌‍⁠ the young deacon‍‍‌ who lay there⁠‍ a moment ago⁠ had already disappeared.‍​⁠

In‌‍‍ the place where⁠‌ they had been,​‌⁠ only the sheets‌ fluttered slightly, creating‍ small ripples.

“…In⁠‌ any era, mages​⁠‍ are truly perplexing.”​⁠‍

Frausen,‌ who had finally‌ understood the situation,‍ smiled helplessly and‌‌ bit his lip.‌⁠‍

He‍ shouldn’t have hesitated.⁠‌

I didn’t come back⁠​ for this.

“Hiding‍ in mystery will‌ only serve you‌‌ temporarily, young dragon.”⁠‍‍

As‍​‍ soon as Vlad⁠ disappeared, Frausen’s expression‍‍ faded again, leaving‌ a dry look⁠ that pierced the‍ ground under the​ bed.

A place filled only‍‌‍ with bloodstains from⁠⁠ the fallen paladin.​​‌

An​ empty world, invisible‌⁠ no matter how‌​‌ much observed, began⁠ to pick up⁠‍ the small waves⁠ that had resonated​ until now.

***‌​

Vlad‌ clenched his teeth‍ as he felt‍ the dizzying sensation‍ of an endless⁠⁠⁠ fall.

‘What‌⁠‍ is this!’

From‍⁠​ the 4th floor​ to the 3rd​ floor, from the‍‌‍ 3rd floor to‍ the 2nd floor.⁠⁠‍

Although⁠ he was constantly‌ falling with a strange sensation, Vlad⁠​‍ tightly embraced the⁠‌​ young Deacon next‍ to him.

The​‌ farther he got‍​ from the man​‌ who introduced himself‌‌ as Frausen, the⁠⁠⁠ looser his frozen‍⁠ knuckles began to‌ become.

“Ugh!”‍

And​⁠ finally, Vlad and‌ Jean fell to​​‍ the bottom of⁠⁠‌ the church.

There‌ was Nibelun, reaching‌‌ out to them‌⁠ as they descended.‌

“As‍‍⁠ Light as a feather…!”

He⁠​‌ hastily cast the‌​‍ spell, but there‍ were no wings⁠​ to prevent the‍​ fall.

Thump!​​

“…I‌‍​ should have flown…‍​ but the spell⁠ was a bit⁠‍​ too long.”

With​ the sound of‍​ armor rumbling, Nibelun,‍⁠‍ upon seeing Vlad​ falling from the⁠​ ceiling, lost his⁠ appetite for words.​

“Kwaaaa…”‌

“What’s​‍⁠ going on? What​‌‌ happened upstairs?”

Perhaps⁠‌⁠ it was because‌​ he fell to⁠ the ground and​ felt pain, or⁠ because his body⁠‌​ was still stiff,⁠‌⁠ but Vlad couldn’t‍‍ easily get up‍‌‍ from the floor.​‌

“Look⁠‍‍ at this! I’ve‌‍ never seen or‌ heard of a being with so‍⁠ much spiritual pressure​​ in all my​‍ life!”

Nibelun,⁠​​ who received Jean​ from Vlad’s hands,‍‍ quickly searched his‍‌ arms and pointed‍‍ an odd object‌‌‍ at Vlad, who⁠⁠ was still unconscious.‍​⁠

“What⁠‍​ is this?”

“It’s‍‍ a distortion indicator.⁠⁠ It’s a tool⁠‍ for measuring mystery,‌​⁠ the world, and⁠ divinity.”

When​‌ aimed at Vlad,‌‍​ the needle on​‍​ the compass spun‌ rapidly as if⁠​ it were broken.‍‍

“Eh?​‌ Why is it‌‌ like this?”

Looking⁠‍⁠ at this, Nibelun‌ touched the compass⁠‌⁠ as if perplexed,‌ but the compass⁠ was just doing​‌​ its job properly.‍

“Ugh…”​​​

However,‍​⁠ Vlad, still spinning,‍⁠‍ had not yet‍‍ been able to​‌ escape Frausen’s spell.‌

Instead‍⁠‍ of answering the‌⁠ question, a tall​⁠ shadow began to‍ rise within the‍‍ prison while Vlad​ still writhed.

“I’m‍ overwhelmed.”

It​‍​ was Pedro, whom‌ Gunther had detained⁠ in the church‍​ basement.

Pedro,​ who had had‍ many experiences with⁠‌‍ evil beings, immediately​​ noticed Vlad’s condition⁠⁠⁠ and pulled a small cudgel from⁠‍ his pocket.

“I’ll‌⁠‌ tell you beforehand,‌⁠ I don’t hold‌​⁠ personal grudges.”

“Huh?”‌

“No,​‍‌ do you have‌ a little bit?”‍‍‌

Vlad,‍ who had been‍‌ suffering from a paralysis-like chill for‍ a while, was​ startled when he​⁠⁠ saw Pedro strike‍⁠ him with something,‍⁠ but this time‍ there was no‍ way to avoid‍ it.

-It⁠ is only His‌‍ will that dispels​ the fog of​ illusion!

Burst!‍⁠​ Burst! Burst!

Three⁠‌‍ blows echoed within‍ the prison.

Though​⁠‍ he had his‍​ head bowed, Vlad⁠⁠‍ stood up and​‌ held his head‍ with a bright⁠‌‌ sound.

“What​ the hell are‌ you doing?!”

“I’m⁠⁠ just expelling the‍⁠ energy that had‌⁠‍ taken root in‍ your mind.”

Despite⁠​ the firmness in‍‍​ Pedro’s words, which‍ made Vlad’s muscles‍⁠‌ tense, he moved‌ surprisingly well, unlike‍‌ before.

Pedro‌⁠ chuckled maliciously and‌ waved a small‍ rod in front​​​ of Vlad.

Though‍‌ it was similar‍‌​ to what judges‍‌ used, this small‍⁠ rod seemed to​ be stained with⁠ blood, though it⁠ wasn’t known why.‌

Crack!‌

Crack!⁠

Unable‌⁠‌ to even murmur​‌‍ a word of​‍⁠ resentment, the prison‌ ceiling began to‍ tremble.

Because​‍ the punches of‍​‌ someone descending into‍​ the basement were​⁠ mercilessly shaking the⁠‌​ Moshiam church.

“It⁠​‌ seems they’re following‌ us, don’t you‌‍‌ think?”

“Should​ we check it‍‌⁠ out?”

While‍ Pedro was prepared⁠ to face the‌ situation with determination,​ Vlad, who would​ be his sword,‌‌ simply shook his⁠‌ head in frustration.⁠⁠⁠

Unlike‌‌ Nibelun, who was​⁠ pale, Pedro was‍ ready for a decisive battle, but‍​‍ Vlad, who would‌ actually be the​ sword, simply shook‍‌‌ his head as​​​ if he were​ indignant.

“I​‍ guess you’d be⁠‌‍ overwhelmed.”

“…”⁠‌​

Even​‌ in the face‍‍​ of Pedro’s irritation,‍‌⁠ Vlad had no​​‌ right to justify‍‌​ himself. After all,​​‍ there were still​⁠‌ stains of blood‌‌ that Justia had‍ shed in various‌​⁠ parts of Vlad’s⁠‍⁠ armor.

The​⁠ holes that the‍ little bird inside​‍ the shell had‍ opened to the‌‍⁠ outside were still⁠⁠ too small to‌​ be seen clearly.‍‍⁠

“Should‌​​ we head out‍‍ first?”

“How?”‌

The‌ vibrations resonating in‌‍ the ceiling were​‌‍ getting closer and⁠⁠ closer.

Furthermore,⁠ this place was‌ underground, so if​ you escaped to⁠⁠​ the first floor,‍ you would inevitably​⁠ encounter an unknown‌ entity.

It‍​‌ was a situation⁠ where Pedro could​‍ have questioned Nibelun’s⁠‍ words about leaving.⁠‌​

“Mystery⁠ shows the way‍⁠​ anytime, anywhere.”

“Hmm.‌ Beastmen always fool‌‌‌ people with words⁠ like this.”

Nibelun,⁠‌ who slightly ignored‍⁠‍ Pedro’s mocking behavior,​⁠ quickly pulled out‍ a long carpet⁠ from his backpack.‍​‌

It‍ was too large‌‍ to fit inside⁠​​ the backpack, but​​‌ the way they⁠‌ timidly pulled it‍⁠ out seemed very​‍‍ familiar.

“Hang‌​​ this on the⁠‍⁠ wall.”

When‍‍ Nibelun’s carpet was⁠‌ affixed to the​⁠ prison wall, it⁠‌⁠ stuck like it‍‍ had been nailed.‌⁠

“Correct​ the direction… It’s‌ done.”

Nibelun‍​​ clapped his hands​‍ as if he‌‌‍ had finished and⁠‌ lifted the carpet.‍​

Vlad‌‍‍ and Pedro watched‌‌ this, wondering what‍‍ kind of strange⁠ thing this was,⁠ but what they‍ could see outside‍​‍ the carpet were‍​ not the prison‌‌​ walls, but a fog-filled street in​‌​ Moshiam.

“Let’s‍​⁠ go. I can’t‍​‍ last much longer‍‌‍ than this.”

“…”‍

“…”⁠‍

Looking​​‍ at Nibelun, who⁠ connected two places‌⁠ that couldn’t be​‍ connected, the faithful‍⁠⁠ priest and the‌‌ knight were speechless.​⁠⁠

Boom!‌⁠ Boom!

They‍ wondered if it⁠​‌ would be safe,‍​‍ but now, seeing‌‌​ the ceiling covered‍⁠‌ in stone dust,​‌​ Vlad and Pedro‍‍ had no choice⁠‌ but to move⁠​ quickly.

[Don’t⁠​​ waste the time‌⁠ she made for‌‌ you. There is⁠ nothing in this‌‍ world more precious‍‌‌ and dearer than⁠​ the price of‌ life.]

‘…Alright.’‌⁠‍

Vlad,‍​ carrying Jean, who​‌‍ still slept, clenched⁠‍ his teeth as‍​ he felt someone‍ approaching.

He‌ wanted to burst​ into anger right​ now, but if⁠ it were the​‍⁠ opponent he had‌​​ just seen, no‍ matter how much‍‍‍ he tried to⁠ attack, he would​‌‍ definitely lose.

Resolution‌‌ without a plan‍ is nothing more‌⁠‌ than a vain⁠⁠ illusion.

As​⁠‌ the voice said,‍ Vlad had no‍⁠ intention of squandering‌⁠⁠ the life Justia​ had saved.

Vlad!‍

Vlad⁠​ walked toward the‍ carpet, following Nibelun’s​⁠​ voice gently shouting‌ from outside.

A strong tremor soon​⁠​ reached the prison‍‌‌ they were in,‍ but as soon‍ as Nibelun’s outstretched⁠‌ arm quickly retrieved‍ the hanging carpet,​‍ no one could⁠‌‍ be heard inside‍ the prison.

“…You‍ ran away.”

Nibelun’s⁠ powerful mystery that⁠ saved the group⁠⁠​ from the empty⁠​ world.

However,⁠​ Frausen, the tracker,⁠​ couldn’t really complain‌‍‍ about Nibelun.

The‌‌ mystery that the‍​ beastmen never abandoned​‌‌ was probably also⁠‌⁠ one of the‍⁠ worlds he was‍ trying to protect.‍‌‍

***​‍​

In‌⁠‌ a vacant lot‍ filled with fog,‍‌‍ a whitish tombstone​​ could be seen.‍

Vlad,‌‌ realizing where he‍ was standing with​ the tombstone, quickly‍⁠ drew his sword⁠ and began to‍‍ look around.

“It’s​‍ good that we‍⁠ escaped, but why⁠‌⁠ are we here?”‌‍‍

“This⁠ was the only‍⁠‍ place I remember.”‍

Seeing‍ Nibelun scratch his‍​ head, Vlad wanted‍‍ to vent his‍‌‍ anger, but in​‌‌ reality, that’s why‌​ he came out.‍‌

“Do‌ I really have‌ to go back⁠‍ to the cemetery‍⁠‌ during this mess?”‌⁠

“After‍​ all, a church‌ is better than⁠‍​ a cemetery, right?”⁠​‍

“You’re‌ crazy!”

Vlad​⁠‍ quickly took off​​​ his backpack when​​ he saw Nibelun‍‌ trying to spread‍‍ the carpet again.⁠

“Oh,‍ Lord, what!”

“I⁠ have a lot​ in my backpack.​‌‍ It’s much heavier‍⁠​ than it looks.”‍

However,⁠ the backpack that‌ was kicked just‌ remained still and⁠​‌ did not move.⁠‌

Despite​‍ saying it was⁠ very heavy, Nibelun​⁠‍ simply carried the‍‍‍ backpack without a care in the‌​‌ world.

“Where‌ are we going⁠‌ now?”

“…”⁠

In⁠​‍ response to Nibelun’s‍⁠⁠ question, Vlad pulled‍⁠⁠ Jean, who was‌ carrying him on‌⁠ his back, and‌ quickly looked towards​ the cemetery.

Since‌⁠‌ the cemetery was‌‍ located on the‍ outskirts of the⁠ city, there should‌‍ have been a castle wall right‌ next to it,⁠⁠‍ but at the​‍ moment, Vlad’s eyes⁠ were filled with‍⁠ fog and he​ couldn’t see any​‌​ surrounding facilities.

“You⁠ won’t be able⁠‌‍ to get out.⁠ It seems that‍⁠​ the demon transformation‍‌ has already begun.”‌

Pedro,⁠ who said he‌⁠ probably couldn’t get‍‍ in from the‍ outside at that​‍‍ moment, closed his‍​​ eyes in silence‍​‍ and began to⁠⁠‍ pray.

“So,‌‍ what should I do?”

“What​‌​ do I have‍ to do?”

Pedro​‌ grabbed the staff‍‍‌ he was holding⁠ and began to‌‍⁠ walk out of‍ the cemetery.

“The‌‍ reason why Moshiam⁠‍‍ is like this⁠⁠ now is because‍‍ of a strange‌​ curse that moves⁠‍​ through the fog.”​‍‍

Curses‍⁠ were powerful techniques​ boasted by dark‌​ magic, but they​‍​ had a common​‍ weakness: they disappeared‍ without a trace​⁠​ if the source​‍​ was eliminated.

“If​ you want to​‌‌ get out of‌ here, you just‍​ have to destroy⁠‍‍ the source.”

“What‍⁠‌ is its origin?”​‌‍

Pedro’s​​‌ staff moved slowly​‍ at Vlad’s words.‌‌⁠

Vlad⁠‌‌ took a step​ back as he‌‌ watched the staff,‍⁠‌ but Pedro’s fingertip⁠‌ was actually pointing​ at something floating​⁠ in the distance.‌

“It​⁠⁠ all started with‍ that guy.”

“…”‌

In⁠ the middle of​ the city, there⁠​ was a tree‌ floating above the​‌ fog resembling the⁠ ocean.

Although‍ only half remained​⁠‍ after Vlad smashed​​⁠ it, the tree‌ in the sky​​‍ still spewed fog,​ devouring people’s screams.‌​‍

***‍

“Keuuuu!”​⁠‌

The‍ Paladins are fighting‌⁠⁠ to maintain their‌ formation in the‍ mist.

However,‌​⁠ some of the‍‍‌ Paladins who couldn’t‍ take care of‌⁠ themselves had already​‍​ mercilessly split outside‌⁠​ of the formation‍‌ and had become​‌ unrecognizable.

The⁠‌⁠ headless figures at⁠‌‌ the forefront were‌‍⁠ unaffected at all,⁠⁠ to the point​‌ that the stigmas⁠‌ on their foreheads⁠‍⁠ were insignificant.

“What‌‌⁠ a perverse move…”​‍

Gunther​​ shook his head‍‍ as if dizzy,⁠‌ and his expression⁠ of disappointment was⁠ deep.

If‍ it were merely​‌ a clash of‌ swords and blades,​ it wouldn’t have‌ been so difficult.⁠

However,‍‌ the woman floating⁠‌‌ in the air⁠⁠‌ kept constantly harassing⁠ the Paladins.

And‌ that too through⁠⁠​ methods they knew.​

“For‍⁠ some reason, it⁠‌ wasn’t even written‍​⁠ in the exorcism‍​​ book…”

Gunther’s⁠ eyes burned as‌​​ he finally realized‍⁠​ the woman’s identity.‍‍⁠

The⁠​⁠ woman was certainly⁠‌ a strange being,‌​‌ but she was​ not born of​​​ a demon.

“Apostate!”‍‍‍

A traitor who abandoned‌⁠⁠ God’s will.

These​​ are miracles that⁠‌​ cannot be achieved‌ without cultivating spirituality.⁠⁠‌

“Reveal‌‌‌ your name! You⁠‌​ are an evil⁠ thing!”

Gunther⁠⁠ shouted as if​⁠⁠ spitting hatred, but‌‌ the woman looking⁠ at him only​⁠ smiled warmly.

“What​​‍ good is a name? These are‍‍​ things that will⁠⁠ be erased if⁠ you sweep them​‍ away anyway.”

The⁠⁠ woman with a slight smile immediately‌​‍ clasped her hands‌​‍ and lifted her​⁠⁠ head towards the‍⁠ sky.

Behind‌ me stands a tree reaching towards⁠‍ the sky.

And‌ right in front‍‍ of them are‍‌ the faithful servants‍⁠ of God shedding‌⁠​ blood.

It‍​‌ was a sight‍‍ she had never‌⁠ wanted to see.⁠

“I‌ should have done​​ this a long​​⁠ time ago.”

The​ woman took a deep breath and​ looked towards the‌ distant sky beyond‍‍‌ the mist.

Soon,⁠​​ a hymn to⁠‍​ God spread.

“What?”‌

The​‍ Paladins were puzzled‌ by her voice,⁠‍ which was so⁠​​ delicate and beautiful.‌​⁠

However,‌ the strange thing‍‍ was that, unlike‍ the beautiful voice,⁠‌ the hymn being‍⁠‌ sung was eerily​​‍ sinister.

Even‍‍‌ the Paladins stopped​‌ covering their ears‌⁠ upon hearing the⁠‍‍ memorized lyrics sung​‍ backwards in a familiar rhyme.

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