The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed-Chapter 217: For Elise (2)
While Lin and Arpia were dealing with the clergy at the city gates, Karami entered the inner city through Lin’s magic.
The inside was no different from the outside. A considerable number of clergy members were stationed.
“Miss Mirabel, how do you feel about being in the Holy Kingdom?”
“Hmm. Doesn’t seem like anything particularly remarkable.”
“It feels like just yesterday that you were trembling, clutching me, whenever a priest walked by.”
She exhibited symptoms similar to a seizure.
Despite not being very fond of priests, the fact that she instinctively clung to him showed just how terrified she had been of them.
Karami still remembered how Mirabel trembled back then.
Now, that same Mirabel was standing proudly in the heart of the Holy Kingdom, surrounded by numerous priests, without the slightest sign of fear.
A newfound realization of her growth.
“It’s all thanks to you, Master.”
“Even though it was pitiable back then, I was glad you relied on me. It’s a bit disappointing that I can’t see that side of you anymore.”
“Hehehe. Whether then or now, I’ve always relied on you, Master. Without you, I’m a fool who can’t do anything.”
Karami gently stroked Mirabel’s cheek with the back of his hand, and Mirabel smiled brightly, accepting his touch.
“Do you want revenge?”
Mirabel had the power.
Having lost her family, she had every right to seek it.
But Mirabel shook her head.
“No personal feelings are needed for a slave. No need for thoughts either. A slave only needs the command of the master.”
No matter what, a slave’s actions must never take precedence over their master’s command.
That was Mirabel’s absolute belief.
“Excellent.”
Karami smiled contentedly.
No more flowery words were needed from Mirabel.
At that moment, a burst of light erupted from the city gates.
Looks like they’ve begun.
Karami placed his hands on Mirabel’s shoulders.
“Alright, Miss Mirabel. The time we’ve been waiting for has come. Let’s create a world where witches no longer have to hide.”
Throughout distant pasts, while many nations rose and fell, the Holy Kingdom of Kassilon had steadfastly stood its ground.
Though most of its people were human, their loyalty to the kingdom and their bond with each other were on a different level compared to other nations.
United under the leadership of the gods, they were not merely a collective of individuals, but one entity.
The more they united, the stronger they became. The believers of the Order and Balance were exponentially stronger the more they gathered.
And this was Kassilon, the holy land of the Order and Balance Church.
To face all the leaders of the holy knight orders, high-ranking priests, and created apostles would be reckless beyond imagination.
Even the King of the Demon Lords would shake his head and flee.
But Mirabel was boldly carrying out this reckless act herself.
The holy knights, empowered by divine strength, were joined by the blessings of the priests.
The knights, adorned with blessed armor and weapons, shimmered with dazzling light.
What should be called a cheat appeared in ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ abundance.
It was almost absurd, and the blessed knights rushed toward Mirabel, but they couldn’t even get close.
Mirabel tapped her staff.
Boom!
It wasn’t magic, but a simple burst of magical energy.
However, the result was far from simple.
No approach was allowed.
The holy knights, charging with high spirits, fell like leaves blown by the wind.
“We can’t approach!”
“Ugh! What kind of monster is that...! Casualties?”
“Zero deaths! If they recover, we can resume combat!”
For them to have survived such an attack without any casualties was a stroke of luck.
With so many priests on their side, as long as they weren’t killed, they could get up and fight again.
But if they couldn’t even get close, their charges were meaningless. They desperately needed an outstanding fighter to clear the way.
The problem was that the White Knight Commander Leonhardt was guarding the city gates, and the Black Knight Commander Knox had disappeared overnight.
In addition, Cardinal Marcenus and several high-ranking priests were also missing.
It was such a cursed stroke of bad luck that this monstrous creature attacked just when their key forces had vanished.
“Step aside. If you block my master’s path, I’ll get angry too.”
“Do you think we can step aside? Don’t be afraid! Charge! If we hold on a little longer, reinforcements will come! Protect the Saintess! The gods are with us!”
“Waaaaaa!”
The enemies, who didn’t know how to give up, charged again, and Mirabel sighed.
“See, this is why I hate priests. They don’t even think about what’s wrong themselves.”
“Miss Mirabel, didn’t you say earlier that a slave doesn’t need to think?”
“Ah, Master. I’m a slave, so that’s natural, but they’re not slaves.”
Is that so?
I guess so.
A slave should listen to their master, after all.
Karami nodded in agreement.
Mirabel summoned the Reaper.
The Reaper swung its scythe.
A dark flash cut through the enemies.
Swish.
The priests collapsed like marionettes with their strings cut. As their bodies fell, their souls floated up and gathered in the Reaper’s hand.
“...Mirabel?”
“Yes? Ah, sorry. I did it out of habit.”
A habit of collecting souls? What kind of habit is that?
“If I grow my soul with the souls of others, wouldn’t my value increase? Then Master will be even happier when you liberate me. Hehe.”
“....”
“But I didn’t kill them! Because it’s Master’s command!”
“Put them back.”
“Yes....”
Mirabel pouted as she returned the souls to their original places.
The people wouldn’t get up immediately.
It would take time for them to regain their senses.
“Let’s move. There’s a place we need to stop by before going to the temple.”
Right now, they were deep within enemy lines.
There were those eager to capture the slave Reaper, rushing at them in droves.
But one well-trained slave is worth more than ten.
Walking with Mirabel felt like a stroll in the park. Karami was thoroughly enjoying the benefits.
‘It’s definitely comfortable.’
In game terms, it was maxed out, fully geared.
Affection level: MAX.
A game-breaking character.
Even with the shackles on, there was no chance of being blindsided.
It was basically a cheat code.
“Master, there are people gathered over there.”
Mirabel pointed to a narrow alley that led between houses. Since we didn’t know what might be there, we decided to check it out.
The width of the alley wasn’t a problem for us to walk side by side, but for some reason, Mirabel clung to Karami because it was still narrow.
They entered the alley. Inside, there were a few people gathered, as Mirabel’s senses had detected.
They were people who had escaped from the fanatical followers.
In the corner, supplies were piled up, bedding was laid out, and several priests, untouched by the madness, were protecting the people.
“Hmm? You?”
At that moment, someone approached them from among the group. It was the priestess, Mayra.
Upon spotting Karami and Mirabel, Mayra’s eyes widened.
“Little one?”
“Eh? Hello, priestess?”
“Little one, how did you end up here...? Weren’t you dead? Didn’t you go to your mother...?”
“My mom is still alive, though?”
“Ah? Oh, sorry?”
Mayra, who had inadvertently committed an impious act, apologized. But since she hadn’t grasped the situation, she was left dumbfounded. It was an unconscious apology.
“Hey, slave reaper. What’s going on here? Why is the little one still alive?”
“What do you mean? Are you implying our Mirabel has to die or something?”
“No, that’s not it! Why is the slave of the slave reaper still alive?”
“I’ve never killed a slave before. Everyone just misunderstood and labeled me as the ‘Slave Reaper.’ What’s a ‘Slave Reaper’? A gentleman like me wouldn’t go by that name.”
Even with that explanation, Mayra couldn’t accept it.
Is it really a misunderstanding?
Every time the Slave Reaper appeared, slaves would foam at the mouth and collapse, right?
He wasn’t some pervert who only enslaved women?
Then, the trial’s not-guilty verdict wasn’t due to some divine mistake, but because there was truly no crime?
So many questions raced through Mayra’s mind, but Karami had no intention of answering them.
There was nothing special here, so he turned his heel and left the alley.
Mayra, who had been staring blankly, hurriedly followed.
“Wait, let me come with you!”
“We’re in a hurry.”
“I’ll just follow without getting in your way.”
Mayra was not happy with the current situation.
Her thoughts had begun to change ever since she learned about Mirabel during her pilgrimage. Perhaps they had been the ones enforcing repression based on their fixed beliefs.
Mayra, who had already been wavering in her faith, didn’t easily believe in the appearance of a Saintess, and that had kept her from getting involved in the current situation.
“You say you didn’t kill slaves. Then what’s the purpose of coming to the Holy Kingdom? In this time?”
“The Saintess is here, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s my slave.”
“Hmm?”
“I caused a bit of trouble and came to clean it up.”
“...?”
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“Perfect.”
“So you’re saying all of this is because of you!”
“Is that how it works? Haha.”
The reaper doesn’t kill slaves.
The reaper destroys the world with slaves.
“We’re here.”
Before long, they arrived at a luxurious inn. It was where Karami had been staying.
“Hey, what’s this? What’s in here?”
Mayra sensed a massive amount of divine power. Such pure divine energy was something even a cardinal couldn’t receive.
Could there be a god here?
Karami didn’t answer and went upstairs to the room he was staying in.
“As expected, here you are, old man.”
“It’s you again. Aren’t you tired of it?”
“This is my room, paid for with my own money.”
Inside the room was the former Pope Antonious.
In the Holy Kingdom, where balance had been shaken and chaos had descended, this room was the only place where order had been maintained.