"Ugh!"
Even though he took out his anger on his loyal subordinate who had been by his side. Samon still couldn't control his anger. The more he thought about it, the more his teeth ground.
"Birna, you stupid bitch! If you were going to set fire to something, you shouldn't have burned mine too!"
Most of the hardships they are going through now are problems that Raju could have solved with his power or money if he were alive.
"I'm sorry, Sir. The port fee payment date is approaching. What should I do?"
The most pressing issue was the port and shipping costs involved in transporting and storing the contraband.
Since smuggling is illegal, accurate withdrawal of funds was really important. It would really create a 'difficult situation'.
The amount written on the bills that came flying in every day only increased day by day. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like it was slowly falling off a cliff.
There seemed to be no way for Samon to escape this situation.
"I'm sorry, but additional funding is not possible at this time."
He even went to a notorious loan shark, but today he was again flatly rejected.
No one was willing to lend a hand to Simon Claudio, who was destined for ruin.
As he was leaving the store, Samon stumbled and fell down in a crash.
A piece of the leg from the dropped cane broke and fell to the floor.
"Damn it!"
At that moment, Samon's temper, which he had been trying hard to hold back, exploded.
His eyes were filled with hatred and turned bloodshot as if they were about to shed tears of blood.
"...If only my legs were intact!"
He felt like he was stuck on all sides.
Everything was a mess. No matter where he went, there was no way out.
The money he has is running out, people are leaving, and even his body is not in good condition.
If his legs were still intact, he would have run around here and there, thinking hard to figure out a way to overcome this situation, but since he couldn't do that, his motivation gradually disappeared.
Samon raised his head.
He could not help but grit his teeth as he looked at the villa of Valdina hanging on the spire. But he despaired at not being able to immediately return this blatant malice.
At that moment, someone picked up the cane that Samon had thrown far away.
"Here it is."
Cream-colored robes rippled in Samon's vision.
'You are...'
Samon opened his eyes wide as he recognized the robe's owner.
"Aren't you a Saintess?"
***
A little later.
Samon never thought that the day would come when he would have a private conversation with the Saintess. Nor what she would tell him.
"I can't believe it. To accuse Medea..."
Samon's cloudy blue eyes rolled around.
"Why would you, a Saintess, make such a suggestion?"
"Well, isn't it not the time for you to be picky about such things?"
A subtle mockery permeated the Saintess's beautiful smile.
"No one can touch the Medea of today. It is like a sanctuary. It is a challenge to me as a God and a messenger of God."
As the conversation continued, Samon realized that the Saintess, or rather, the woman called the Saintess, was not as good or noble as the world said.
Even the messenger of the goddess can be this ugly in her true heart.
'Yes, when we first set foot on this strait, the Saintess helped us.'
At the time, he thought it was just a coincidence, but it turned out that it was an attempt to attack Medea.
"So, what's in it for me if I do as you say?"
Samon crossed his arms.
"What good will it do me to drag Medea away?"
"I thought you hated her too. Didn't you?"
"Yes. I hate her. I hate her. So much so that I imagine tearing her to pieces every single day. But so what?"
Even a fool can learn.
He looked down at the fake leg with hateful eyes.
"My parents are both dead and above all, I can't do anything with these useless legs. So how am I supposed to deal with Medea and Valdina?"
Samon's ambition and desire for revenge, which had been so strong due to his physical disability, were forcibly broken.
Interest flashed across Rachel's eyes.
"What if that leg could be revived?"
"Huh. That's ridiculous. How could you say that it's impossible even with your great divine powers?"
Samon immediately refuted this.
"Don't try to lure me in with lies or the truth."
"Is the omnipotence of the Goddess limited to holy power?"
Rachel gave a small laugh.
"I know the secret behind the miracles that foolish people cannot even imagine. If you don't believe me, I will show you."
A laughter that did not hide its mockery touched Samon's pride.
After a while, Samon, still blindfolded, tapped the table.
Since he couldn't see, he felt a little uneasy because he couldn't tell what the other person was doing.
"What on earth are you trying to show us by making such grand preparations... huh-!"
At that moment, a burning pain like a fire shot up his leg. At the same time, a pungent, bloody smell stung his nose.
Samon thought it was the smell of his own flesh burning, that they had blindfolded him and set fire to his injured leg.
"Are you crazy?!"
Samon, furious to the core, took off his blindfold and threw it at Rachel.
"If you were going to treat me like some kind of toy that you could do whatever you wanted with me because I was a cripple-"
He stopped talking.
The leg that had been severed at the thigh had now grown flesh all the way to the knee.
"H... how is this..."
Samon rubbed his leg as if he couldn't believe it.
Flesh, bones, everything he could feel under his palms was real.
Samon took a deep breath. His eyes, which had grown as big as lanterns, did not return.
Since losing his leg, there has been no treatment, no medicine, and no procedure that he hasn't tried.
However, he has not heard of any medicine or treatment that can make the leg grow back.
"How does it feel to see a miracle?"
Rachel's voice rang out sweetly.
"It's just something that I've done suddenly, but it will be perfect once I'm more prepared. I hope this miracle will be a reference for your choice."
"... Really, can I get my leg back?"
"Do you need further confirmation after seeing it with your own eyes?"
Samon wanted a clear answer.
Rachel shrugged as if she understood as he stared silently.
"I swear to God, Samon, your leg will be rebuilt."
Samon nodded as if possessed.
"I will do it. Just tell me anything. If only I could get this leg back..."
For Samon, who had witnessed the miracle firsthand, there was no more doubt.
With his current state of mind, he felt like he could gladly cut off Medea's head himself.
"It's fortunate that you understand quickly."
So they don't have to put in more effort to persuade each other.
Rachel smiled faintly.
"I heard that the old maid who served the Princess is now by your side."
"Yes. I'll prepare Marieu that day."
Samon left.
His clouded eyes, still reeling from the afterglow of the miracle, were still filled with heat.
"Whew!"
As Samon left, the white priest who had been guarding Rachel began to vomit blood.
The dark red blood he spat out was teeming with insects. To be more specific, It was the compressed life force of the sacrifices that had been sacrificed to black magic.
"What are you thinking? Regenerating an entire leg? You don't have the strength to waste it on one of those worthless bastards."
Even the brief spell of magic shown to Samon earlier was this painful.
It's easy to transplant a demon's body like Jared's, but Samon Claudio wants to regenerate his existing body.
This was a level of black magic of a different difficulty, like the difference between the sky and the sea.
The price of black magic varies depending on the degree to which it goes against the Golden Rule, the law of the world.
This one will require the golden rule of generating an artificial monster wave.
"There's no way the Golden Tower would allow this."
"You don't need permission from the Golden Tower."
Rachel's voice was soft as if teaching a child the obvious.
"Simon will be eliminated anyway. We just need a bait to draw him in."
"But you put on your shoes."
"What is the oath of an invisible goddess?"
"You don't know. You don't know her power, how she conquered the world in the beginning..."
"So, in the end, she abandoned this land, right? I am here to take the place of that great god who disappeared."
At Rachel's snort, the warlock gave up on his admonition and kept his mouth shut.
'This woman's malice is evolving.'
On the one hand, he witnessed Rachel's change.
She has no hesitation in claiming to be a god, and she knows how to trap humans using forbidden magic as bait.
It was a significant change compared to when she first appeared in Valdina.
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