However, he regained his expressionless face.
"So?"
"I'm also of a blessed bloodline. Why don't you sacrifice me instead of the children?"
I chuckled and suggested to him.
"Oh, come to think of it… You were also a blessed pure-blood."
"For now, use protection magic. Because you don't know. He is the one who destroyed the Holy Sword…"
"For now."
Ruftel cast a protective spell around me and my helper, the white-masked man, and laughed.
Soon, his face gradually approached mine. He smiled at me in ecstasy.
"I see… You can feel the power."
"If you're going to take a life, wouldn't I be a better choice than those kids?"
"I'm going to sacrifice myself to save these children, is that it?"
A mean smile appeared on the priest's face. I frowned and looked at him.
"Yes, I have something important to say before that. Can you take a step away?"
I looked at Ruftel and continued seriously.
"Your breath stinks."
What the hell did you eat for lunch? Did you eat rotten dumplings? Aren't you brushing your teeth at all?
When I frowned openly, Ruftel's complexion turned white with anger and then returned to normal.
"When you came alone, you must have been prepared for that, right? No, it doesn't matter if you're not alone…"
Ruftel chuckled as if he were sneering.
It seems like he's really focused on me.
Dominic, it's now.
I stared at Ruftel.
Hearing my voice, Dominic was subtly moving his helper out of the protective magical influence.
That's strange. Why doesn't he look to the side?
I think I'm an attractive prey to that priest.
Ruftel didn't even know the condition of my helper. He just looked at me with an ecstatic face. He didn't seem to care about anything else.
Ruftel looked at me. It certainly looked sinister and gloomy. However, when I saw his distorted expression, unable to hide his true colors, I felt puzzled.
He looks like a person having a mental breakdown.
The priest, who was called the Pope's right-hand man and played the role of a sacred person every time, was easily revealing his greedy nature at this moment.
"If I had a holy sword, I would be able to take away your power more easily… I also have a source of strength."
I looked at him and said quietly.
"The source of your strength, you must be thinking of killing me with it."
At my words, Ruftel drew a thick symbol with one hand.
Then, a pitch-black liquid flowed out of his fingertips. At first glance, it looked like a black tentacle.
Is that disgusting thing the source of his strength?
I stared at him.
"Now that I've found it, I'll finally find out the identity of the power."
I listened to his next words with a smile on my lips.
"I don't know how a stupid person like you disgraced Sheria by walking in directly with her limbs."
The tentacles outside his body slowly crawled towards me.
Oh, it's disgusting.
I came right in front of my heart and squeezed two dark, sour-smelling tentacles with one hand that were trying to drain my strength. The black creature jumping in the palm of his hand was disgusting, but it was necessary.
Because the Demon of Discernment was also summoned to this place!
In order for the demon with the sealing spell to directly distinguish it in reality, I had to share my senses. Before dealing with the Pope, he also intended to find out exactly what kind of power he and his entourage were using.
First of all, as I said myself, the source of power seems to be these dirty tentacles…
Can you tell the difference now?
'Yes. I'll pay the slush price, just wait a few seconds!'
At that moment, the demon whispered quickly.
'It's a crude and disgusting ideology. Such a person will not be able to withstand the pure mana that you possess as the power of blessing if you are struck with authenticity.'
'Doesn't that person covet my power? Why can't you endure my strength?'
'Gradually absorbing power and suddenly uncontrollably rushing in are completely different things.'
'What will happen then?'
The demon, who was staring down at me, handed me the sign with his hand. It was a sign of squeaking.
"If you accept your unstable mana state, the mana will flow back into your body and you will almost become a half-corpse."
I squeezed my tentacles even harder.
Ruftel frowned and spat out profanity. I guess he thought it was his last step.
"Why aren't you moving?"
"Yes."
After a sarcastic remark as if agreeing, I gave my hand a lot of strength and injected mana into it.
Then, Ruftel's complexion turned white in an instant and began to turn red as if it were about to burst. My palm hurt like it was going to burn, but I had to endure it. I had to inject my mana into it.
"I don't know why Sheria was beaten by me, so I'm going to be beaten with her."
I laughed as I forced myself to inject my unstable mana.
I almost died because of that mana reflux phenomenon, but Ruftel, being a living man, must be suffering even more intensely.
Ruftel began to gasp.
"What is this, crazy?"
"Why? You said you wanted to have my power. I gave it to you, but that's how you look?"
Ruftel clutched his heart hard. He pounded his chest as if he couldn't breathe.
"It's sad."
Even if I didn't step forward against Ruftel, Dominic could have defeated him easily. However, he was a tool to gauge how to deal with the Pope, so I wanted to experiment with it myself.
I whispered to Ruftel.
"Is it hard? His Holiness the Pope could suffer like this, right?"
"Such… insolence."
Priest Ruftel replied harshly, but blood was dripping from his mouth.
"It's a success."
I smiled brightly.
In my ear, the Demon of Discernment whispered in a devilish and despicable voice.
'Human! Look at that. His power has been scattered a lot!'
Ruftel, who was out of breath, hurriedly snatched away the tentacles from my hand. He grabbed my neck roughly.
"I'll kill you."
But I wasn't nervous at all.
I have reliable allies behind me.
"Those hands."
At the same time as Isaac's voice, I heard a thud. He smiled languidly and slammed Ruftel's wrist with a cold blade.
Ruftel, who seemed to be killing me at any moment, was thrown to the floor. I looked at Isaac and said quietly.
"I thought you'd be behind me."
He is the man who said that if I do something dangerous, he will protect me. In addition, he had an alarm to alert the children that they were in danger, so he thought he would run over.
Isaac stared at Ruftel, who was lying on the ground fiercely, with dark eyes.
"Let's take you to the Mage Tower first."
Soon, Ruftel's hands and feet were tightly bound with magic ropes.
"I was very scared."
I untied the children tied to the wall and hugged them tightly.
"Ugh. Meldenik."
"I'm fine! Please soothe me first."
Aria burst into tears and burrowed into my arms. Silen pretended to be suspicious, but the corners of his eyes were hot. I patted the children's heads.
But that was then.
Ruftel, who had been tied up like a sinner with a magic rope, looked at me with burning eyes and shouted.
"Meldenik Kinnoa. You will die soon."
It was different from the strangely despicable attitude I had earlier. He spoke as if he were a real priest, as if he were prophesying.
"Why? Because of mana backflow? Or because of the Pope?"
I asked with a grin.
The mana backflow phenomenon has long been overcome thanks to the Hyphanel flower roots. The Pope… It's a little scary, but you'll have to wait and see if it's long or short.
But Ruftel's fiery eyes said something else.
"You humble human being, who has received the imperfect blessing of the dragon. Don't you know the restrictions on you as a human being?"
"…What do you mean?"
'The Imperfect Blessing of the Dragon?'
Ruftel giggled and grabbed his stomach, stiffening as he was. It seemed that there was a restriction that they could no longer mention anything.
I'm going to die? What are the restrictions? Does it mean that if you receive the imperfect blessing of the dragon, you will die?
Of course, there is a high probability that that is a naive MacGuffin who will confuse me. But…
"I should try to hatch the dragon eggs that I have put off hatching again."
There's nothing wrong with being cautious.
I looked at Ruftel with cold eyes and winked at Dominic.
"Let's go now."
Now it was time to proceed with the execution of criminals. By the way, I am very fond of the Code of Hammurabi. Shouldn't the criminals who threatened the children be punished tenfold for their crimes?
Thanks to Isaac's magic, we were able to enter the Mage Tower directly. Isaac called a therapist to help the children settle down.
"Thank you, Isaac."
"Not at all."
Isaac ordered the wizards to hand the children cocoa and replied.
After that, we arrived at the interrogation room in the dark pagoda with only one candle lit. On the floor, Lord Ruftel and his assistant lay face down.
The priest's uniform was a mess of dust, and the white mask of the helper had long since fallen to the floor.
That helper… When I said it was familiar, it was the president's secretary, right?
I shook my head and clicked my tongue.
"What should I do now, Mel?"
Isaac whispered in a low voice. Dominic and Isaac sat side by side on three iron chairs, trying their best to figure out what to do with them.
"First of all, we sealed them so that they could not use all their strength."
"You are good at sealing magic. I guess he's a genius."
The heartfelt compliment made Dominic's nose rise to the fullest.
"This body has been sealed by both the devil and the demon. He's a weakened priest!"
It is certainly convincing. I nodded at Dominic.
However, it was not enough to stop them from using their strength.
"Let's brainwash them so that they don't rebel."
Dominic rolled up his sleeves. He looked somewhat excited.
"I was bored because I didn't have three works these days, but it went well. I got my good prey!"
"They lost their strength, but they still don't know. Be careful, they must not die now."
There was still work they could do for me. Dominic nodded and held out his hand towards them.
"I'm going to seal all their magic and let them into the Holy Sword."
"Then I will be avenged by the thoughtful body and the vengeful soul."
"That's right."
The vengeful souls were only vengeful souls, so they were not very powerful. When I said revenge, it was enough for a healthy person to endure.
However, the bodies of Ruftel and his helpers were enchanted by a spell that sealed their power, and they were weakening as much as they could. For such a body, the physical punches that the vengeful souls would inflict would be considerable pain.
I squatted on the floor, knelt on his stomach, tapped Ruftel's forehead and grinned.
"You can get some education from the vengeful souls and come out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, okay?"
As soon as I finished speaking, they were sucked into the holy sword.
How does it feel to be beaten up by the people they killed and used like puppets? It must be an unbearable humiliation for the arrogant Ruftel.
"After all, Mel, you have a demonic heart that will make Satan cry! It's so cool!"
Satan also has a devilish heart that will cry?
I've summoned demons so often, and that feels like a compliment. I can't do this!
I managed to regain my smile through facial expression management, and I nodded.
"I hope the vengeful souls can come back to life. That must be difficult, right?"
Isaac neatly arranged the hair that flowed over my shoulders and whispered.
"I don't know about that. At least you can take revenge. Thanks to you."
I clapped my hands and nodded.
"Yes. Anyway, revenge is still there."
The stage for Sheria and Ruftel will be the conference day, which is exactly two days away.
"Shall we prepare now?"
"Yes, I want you to prepare a strange item!"
I smiled and decided to prepare for the upcoming conference. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day of the conference was going to be a very big event.
There was evidence to be handed to the Pope and evidence that would bring Sheria and Lennox down.