Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 143

143.

“Ah, I didn’t expect anyone from Asgard! Hahaha… I reported to His Highness Eron… Surely, it wouldn’t go all the way to Asgard….”

A plump face, a bulging belly.

A middle-aged man in his forties.

Baron Ranga Leibels, the nobleman who governed the small city, was sweating profusely.

Since the last continental war, the Holy Kingdom had been fractured.

The nobles of the Holy Kingdom were constantly eyeing each other’s territories, and the Black Judge, whom they had trusted, had become a traitor who kidnapped and brainwashed his own people.

The nation’s power had weakened to the point where even looting and epidemics that could have been prevented in the past could not be easily managed.

In the end, the options for requesting soldiers were limited.

‘That’s why….’

Baron Ranga sighed inwardly.

‘…I sent a letter to King Ronia, who is said to be the most merciful.’

He never imagined that the dispatch request would go all the way to Asgard….

“Well… it might not be a big deal… but, well, I’m a little uneasy….”

When the livestock he managed first started dying or disappearing, he assumed it was simply looting by the poor.

So he sent soldiers to set fire to the slums and even stationed three soldiers at the ranch….

Two of the soldiers on guard duty were killed, and one was kidnapped and taken somewhere.

The discovered corpse was nothing but skin, with all the organs and not a drop of blood inside.

‘That wasn’t the work of humans!’

And that wasn’t all.

He even felt a chill at the bizarre and unique patterns engraved on the cornfields and corpses.

As a result, Baron Ranga sensed that his territory was under attack by some unknown force.

“That… Asgard sent an extermination squad, not mercenaries….”

Why would they do that?

“The Black Judges have been appearing lately. Is this their doing?”

The stories of cultists spreading epidemics or kidnapping people were already well-known.

So, deep down, he liked the idea of ​​having Node warriors, who were experts in that field, come.

“Hoon! Try this. It’s sweet!”

A female knight who seemed relaxed.

“It’s a delicious refreshment. It seems there is good food here too.”

A man wearing a crow mask who has been eating since a while ago.

Can I really trust these guys?

‘No, before that, only two people? Are they skilled, or are they imposters?’

What benefit would Asgard have in sending skilled people to this remote territory?

‘But according to rumors….’

‘The King of Node is like a god of death. He usually wears a crow mask, a symbol of death.’

…There is such a story.

Baron Ranga glanced at Loki, who was wearing a crow mask, and sweated even more profusely.

Surely…? No way? There’s no way the King of Node would come all the way here….

“So.”

Baron Ranga paused.

“Where is this place with the mystery circle?”

“Yes? My, mystery circle?”

Baron Ranga was embarrassed by the unfamiliar term.

“The pattern engraved on the cornfield.”

“Ah. Ah… so that’s what you call a mystery circle.”

Baron Ranga nodded.

It seems like a professional term.

Indeed… do those who specialize in exterminating the Black Judges have special knowledge?

“What… what does that pattern mean?”

“Aliens.”

“Yes?”

“…Is there no such word here?”

Loki looked at the blue-haired female knight, Cancun, and asked, and Cancun also tilted her head.

“I guess not.”

A somewhat regretful tone in his voice.

“Well, I’ll find out when I investigate.”

It was a truly interesting case for Loki, who was looking for something to relieve his boredom.

***

Cancun examined the cornfield.

“Wow… Hoon. Look here. It looks like the corn has been pressed down to create a pattern.”

The corn, which had been laid down counterclockwise, was parched as if it had lost its vitality.

Cancun looked at Loki, but Loki was looking up at the sky.

“Hoon?”

Is there something in the sky?

“…No, it’s nothing.”

Loki muttered in disappointment.

“This is a world with magic, so I’m a fool for expecting aliens or UFOs.”

“……?”

Cancun tilted her head.

“…I was here! These vile cultists!”

Loki turned his head.

A priest wearing white monk robes appears, cutting through the large cornfield.

He appears to be an old man in his 70s, holding a white bible in one hand.

He frowned as he looked at Loki and Cancun.

He took salt out of his pocket and sprinkled it on the two.

Cancun flinched and cowered.

“Bejar-nim [term of respect for a monk]!”

The soldiers were horrified and began to stop him.

“Tuh!”

The monk even spat.

Fortunately, the spit landed in the cornfield.

“Do you know what this sacred order looks like now because of you guys?”

“……”

The Holy Order was devastated.

Having lost all its troops, influence, and authority, it was just living with only its shell left.

Those who believed in the faith abandoned the Azelan Church, and heresy was rampant.

“Is that our fault?”

Loki scoffed.

“It’s obvious-.”

“You’re blaming us for your Holy Emperor being a cultist.”

“……!”

“Isn’t the Pope also starting a civil war to suppress the Holy Emperor because he knew that fact?”

The monk’s forehead was throbbing with blood vessels.

“Th, that can’t be! His Majesty the Holy Emperor…! There’s no way he would fall! His Holiness the Pope must be misunderstanding something-!”

“Bejar Monk!”

The soldiers shouted and covered the monk’s mouth.

“Eueup!”

The soldiers quickly bowed their heads to Loki and Cancun.

They are none other than people sent from Asgard.

Since they are the ones who hunt the Black Judges, it would not be strange for this territory to be classified as a cult group if they made statements supporting the Holy Emperor.

“Bae, Bejar Monk is very sensitive right now. As the devil is rampant, if we catch the existence, we can raise the faith of the Azelan Church once again-…”

Loki took out a letter from his pocket.

He handed it to the monk.

“It was something that belonged to a former clergyman of the Black Judges. This same letter must have gone to the Pope.”

The soldiers paused.

The monk stared at the letter in Loki’s hand with wide eyes.

The seal on the red candle wax was clearly a symbol of the Black Judges, and even the name [Alex] was written on it.

The soldiers released the monk.

“Ah, a letter from Alex-nim!?”

“…Is he someone you know?”

“…He was the former commander of the Black Judges. I owe him a debt from the past.”

The monk took the letter and scanned through it.

Then, he knelt down and lowered his head as if in despair.

Looking at the handwriting, it was a letter written by the real Alex.

And the letter contained the truth.

How did this barbarian have this letter?

“…Could it be that His Majesty the Holy Emperor really….”

Loki left him alone and turned his head to look at the soldier.

“I know there are witnesses. I would like you to guide me to where they are.”

“Ah, I understand. Come this way.”

The soldier led the way, and Loki followed him.

Cancun also followed behind, placed her hand on the shoulder of the frustrated monk, and said.

“Cheer up.”

After saying that, Cancun followed Loki.

***

The place Loki arrived at was a ruined slum.

Cancun frowned.

The people of the slums have lost their homes and were sitting on the floor.

Some people were leaning against the remains of bones.

When the soldiers entered, the people of the slums screamed.

“Everyone be quiet! Or I’ll break your legs!”

The soldiers shouted, and the noise subsided.

This must have been influenced by the fact that Baron Ranga led the soldiers and turned this place into a wasteland.

“…I want to talk quietly.”

At Loki’s words, the soldiers bowed their heads and stepped back.

As the soldiers disappeared, the people of the slums finally began to calm down a little.

However, the wariness of strangers remained the same.

“…Pitiful.”

Cancun gave a look of pity.

Most of them are injured and sick.

Corpses are also lying on the floor.

Mostly children.

Or adults who cannot move.

This is probably because healthy people were forcibly drafted for labor.

At that time, there was a boy who caught Cancun’s eye.

A boy leaning against a broken tent.

He was about 7 or 8 years old and had a deep wound on his leg.

Next to the boy was someone who appeared to be his mother, hugging the boy and sobbing.

Whether he was bitten by an animal or not, the boy’s leg was deeply infected and rotting.

Cancun approached the injured mother and child.

‘Food or potions….’

At that time, the boy’s mother was terrified when she saw Cancun.

The appearance of the female knight wearing a sword, who appeared with the soldiers, must have heightened her wariness to the extreme.

The woman displayed her maternal instincts to protect her child.

“D, don’t hit me.”

“Yes?”

“Please… Th, this child is very hurt right now.”

The mother covered the boy.

It was the best she could do since she didn’t even have the strength to resist.

“Ah, no…! I’m not trying to hit you! I really don’t mean it!”

Cancun panicked and waved her hands.

However, the mother, who was in a panic, did not hear her words and pleaded and pleaded again.

That sight was shocking to Cancun.

Her mother passed away when she was young, and her father abandoned her because he was obsessed with power.

In that respect, her emotions welled up.

“I will help you. So-.”

“It doesn’t matter if you show compassion.”

Cancun looked at Loki.

Loki was sitting quietly on the floor, and the children were looking at the crow mask with curious eyes as if it were fascinating.

“Don’t use Asgard’s property recklessly.”

In other words, he would not allow the use of potions.

“Ah… yes.”

Cancun nodded with a bitter expression.

They are not a charity. If they help everyone who is having a hard time, there will be no end.

“However.”

Loki looked at the children in front of him.

He takes out a piece of bread from his inventory and hands it out.

“If it’s your personal capacity, it doesn’t matter.”

The eyes of the children who received the bread crumbs lit up.

“Thank you!”

A very small help.

A simple help that is insignificant to others, but it was a ray of hope for someone.

Cancun thought carefully.

‘He said it’s okay if it’s my personal capacity, right?’

She gently grabbed Burtgang, the holy sword hanging on her waist.

Accordingly, the woman’s face turned pale.

“P, please have mercy… Knight-nim!”

“Don’t worry.”

Cancun gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Loki looked at her.

‘These children.’

A strange aura flows from her body.

‘I want to help.’

She knelt down and reached out her hand to the woman.

The woman closed her eyes tightly.

The wound on her leg.

It was a wound that she had gone to the pharmacist and begged him to treat, but he said he couldn’t.

All she could do was hug and soothe the child who cried every night in pain.

Cut off her leg or die.

It was one of the two.

To her, this child was everything in the world.

If she were to take everything away from her in this place, she too would follow this child.

‘Azelan Constellation [Azelan is the name of the god in this world]. Please, take care of my child….’

In the abyss of despair… may you shed even a little light of hope….

She prayed.

In the darkness with her eyes tightly closed, ‘light’ began to appear.

The woman gently opened her closed eyes.

White light powder began to gather around her and her child.

“……!?”

A warm and cozy energy that gently wraps around them.

The woman opened her mouth slightly at the energy she was feeling for the first time.

“Ah…!”

What is this warm light?

Such questions were only temporary.

The woman’s eyes widened.

She looked at her child’s wound as if she couldn’t believe it.

The black, rotten wound turned to ashes and scattered, and new flesh began to grow.

The pale face of the child gradually began to regain its vitality.

And that light gently spread not only to the child and mother but also to the surroundings.

The eyes of those who touched that energy also began to regain their vitality.

Bright light powders fell like snow, seeping into their bodies like the grace of God.

“Th, the wound…!”

“Ah, it doesn’t hurt!”

The pain felt in the small wounds gradually disappears.

The breathing of those suffering from the disease became stable.

Loki’s eyes widened slightly.

‘Is it possible to use power without drawing the Holy Sword?’

This was an ability that surpassed the setting values ​​of the Holy Sword that Loki had created.

The people of the slums looked at Cancun with surprised eyes.

“Hoo….”

Cancun gently opened her eyes and looked at the mother and child with a bright smile.

“Are you okay now?”

“S, Saint….”

“Yes?”

The mother and daughter stammered.

Thud.

Cancun flinched.

She heard something falling from behind.

When Cancun turned around, the soldiers who had stepped back earlier were gathered again.

At the center was the monk who had sprinkled salt on Loki and Cancun earlier.

They had blank faces.

The monk even dropped the bible he was holding tightly.

He opened his mouth and muttered.

“Saintess?”

At those words, Cancun tilted her head.