TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 106

The central temple of the Holy Land Sacramentis.

In the center of the Great Temple, surrounded by huge stone pillars, the rulers of the continent gathered.

The priests, dressed in cream-colored robes, lined up quietly against one wall as if they were not the masters of the temple today.

On the contrary, those sitting at the round table were all majestic. Their neat posture and polished appearance exuded the authority of a ruler.

There was no sanctity of the temple here today.

Instead of a sacred atmosphere, a cool tension filled the space.

It wasn't just because of the old man walking up and down the silk table.

Kuaaaah-!

A roaring scream could be heard echoing from afar.

"Do you hear that? The roar of those demons?"

A man wearing a golden crown slammed the round table and shouted harshly.

He was the King of a small kingdom in the northwest that had recently been hit by a wave of insectoid monsters.

"I tore down the walls with my own hands and burned the city to the ground, to tie the feet of those abominations."

His eyes flashed with anger and despair.

"I have already experienced it once. And that is not all. My knights were torn to pieces, and my people, livestock, and crops were all eaten by them!"

"King of Molossia. Hold fast."

[Soon the entire continent will be covered in fire and ash. Make Medea, daughter of Valdina, the bride of the evil dragon.]

The Kings and messengers of the continent gathered here had no doubt that the waves of monsters that were coming were the prelude to the fire and ash that the oracle had foretold.

As excited voices filled the conference room, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

"There is no more delay! Valdina, carry out the oracle quickly!" 

Bang-!

The king of Molossia looked at Peleus.

"Everyone, look here."

A large map lay spread out on the round table next to a copy of the oracle.

The map of the Holy Land, with its blue tint, was special.

This is because it was drawn with holy power and could represent the evil energy of the demons.

"All these black traces are a horde of demons. Can you believe it?"

He pointed out places that were spread out like black spots on the map.

Confusion and sighs spread throughout the conference room.

The map so clearly revealed the evils rampant across the continent that just looking at it sent shivers down their spine.

"Goddess..."

"Has there ever been such simultaneous waves of monsters in the history of the continent? This is clearly the Goddess warning us!"

The man with his fist raised slammed the table again.

Then the King of another kingdom responded.

"How many demons did you witness on your way here for this meeting today?"

He looked around, tapping the map lightly as if seeking sympathy.

High Priest Paul quickly caught the message sent by that implicit gaze.

"If it weren't for the divine power of His Holiness the Pope and the Holy Lady, our Holy Nation would not have been safe. Our Holy Nation would also be burning under the flapping wings of the devil!"

There were also black dots clustered outside the borders of the Holy Land visible on the map.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do! The wrath of the Goddess is about to engulf the continent!"

Paul raised his voice.

The stiff collar of his priest's cassock seemed to be caught between his bulging chin and neck.

The small eyes moved busily between Peleus and the Pope.

"Please make a decision quickly!"

Pope Benedict sat in the center of the round table, wearing a white miter, and listened silently to the sermon.

However, he did not assert any divine authority other than presiding over the Continental Congress.

His characteristically expressionless face seemed indifferent as if he had transcended humanity.

So it was unclear whether his silence meant neutrality or concealed something more.

However, High Priest Paul sided with the rulers of the Round Table and drove Peleus out.

Saint Rachel was also by his side.

The two men made their differences clear by sitting far apart from the Pope.

When the Pope still did not answer, the King of Molossia shouted harshly.

"If this situation continues, small countries like ours will be swarmed by demons without being able to do anything! The continent will be engulfed in disaster!"

The King of Molossia looked at Peleus.

"Ah, you wouldn't know. You've never experienced the hell of demons in this land of great protection!"

As soon as he mentioned the Land of Guardians, the atmosphere became even more heavy.

Some nodded quietly in agreement with him.

"Is it Valdina's plan to enjoy peace in that blessed land and devour the entire continent at once?"

A golden crown leaned precariously over a face as dry as a tree branch.

"Isn't that a bit presumptuous? King of Mollicia, even so-"

"It's just speculation... How can you be sure that Valdina doesn't have a grand ambition to use this opportunity to rule the continent? By the time the disaster is over, everything except Valdina will be in ruins!" 

"That..."

The answer was left hanging in the air, unfinished.

The King of Molissia gave a short snort of scorn.

A low murmur spread throughout the conference room.

As he said, on the map, only the land of Valdina remained clear blue.

Because of the Princess of Valdina, the goddess's wrath was incurred and the entire continent was swept by disaster.

In fact, Valdina suffered no damage.

How can it be so unfair?

At first, those who thought it was too much of a leap began to gradually shut their mouths in agreement.

"I am merely raising a question. If my suspicion is a conjecture, why don't you prove it by fulfilling the oracle?"

The King of Molissia leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"I want you all to keep in mind that even at this moment, that day is fast approaching. When that happens, you too will not be safe."

As he finished speaking, anxiety spread among the people who were becoming impatient.

"The end is near! It is a sin to reject the oracle. We must find the Princess of Valdina as soon as possible and offer her up as the bride of the evil dragon!"

"There's no time. Make a decision quickly! Where did you take the Princess?! Tell me quickly!"

'You stupid bunch. To think that you're going to do whatever you want.'

Rachel suppressed a laugh as she watched the eyes across the round table begin to turn from resentment to murderous intent.

She licked her tongue at the flesh inside her mouth. It still felt like a cold pain.

When the warlocks discovered the false oracle Rachel had created, she felt a burning pain throughout her body for the first time in her life.

Crack-!

"You've really lost your mind."

"Ahhhh!"

The darkness that dug into her skin seemed to crush her bones.

On top of the black magic circle, Rachel was crushed like a bug under a shoe heel and had to groan.

Rachel's treatment within the black magic community was quite good, as she was raised as a false agent.

It was her first time being tortured so directly.

The weight of her actions was that heavy.

"I brought you a girl who you couldn't even touch properly because you were afraid of Valdina."

"You idiot! You can only see an inch ahead of you, like your mother!"

"It's too late. The oracle has spread across the entire continent. There's no turning back now, ahahaha!"

Still, Rachel held her swollen cheeks and giggled.

"So, now that the water's spilled, get ready to help me burn Medea alive."

A stream of blood flowed from between her beautiful lips.

"You won't die from excommunication even if you die."

The black magician glared at Rachel and let out a blazing murderous aura.

It seemed like it wouldn't be enough to chew Rachel to death for dragging them into the taboo of the Golden Rule.

"Yes, shut up and prepare for the monster wave.

"..."

The warlocks knew it too. As Rachel said, the deed had already happened.

A situation where no escape is permitted.

There was only one way left: to eliminate Medea and complete the plan.

"We must properly show the flames of hell, big, beautiful, and something that will never be seen again."

And even though the flames they had lit were now burning so satisfactorily across the continent, the Goddess did nothing.

She didn't punish Rachel or stop the warlocks. No, she couldn't.

'So taboos and such have long since rotted away and disappeared. Cowards.'

Nothing seemed to bother Rachel, except for a strange second oracle that came to her mind after her false oracle.

She swallowed as if savoring the bloodshot eyes of the continental Kings, filled with anger and fear.

Then the King of Mycenae opened his mouth.

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