Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 424

“Sister, what do you think the Saintess looks like? Rumor has it she’s like a real goddess.”

Evelyn, a girl with a round and cute face, spoke. Cassandra sighed and pinched Evelyn’s cheeks.

“Ouch! Sister!”

“Honestly, how can you be a knight and still act like that? Stop thinking about silly things. We just need to follow Sir Viktor’s orders.”

“But I’m curious… Humph.”

Evelyn pouted and sat down. Cassandra scolded her.

She didn’t seem worried, even though they were in a country they had been fighting until recently.

“Sister always picks on me…”

Cassandra shook her head, thinking, ‘You’ve killed dozens of Imperial knights in the southern fortress alone.’

“Please, Evelyn, be a little more serious.”

“Tch… Still, I heard that’s why I’m perfect for this operation!”

“Ha…”

Cassandra knew Evelyn was right. She sighed again.

It was hard to believe that this boyish girl had awakened her inner strength in just three years and amazed everyone.

She looked like a small, cute girl. Because of this, and because Cassandra was tall for a woman and looked well-trained, Cassandra was chosen for this operation too. Evelyn looked up to her, and Cassandra was the only one who could control her.

They were also a good age, Evelyn in her late teens and Cassandra in her mid-20s.

“But, even if I understand, is it really that easy to become the Pope’s handmaiden?”

“If he said it, it’s possible. The important thing is what happens next. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Evelyn was serious when she said this.

On the day she becomes the Saintess’s and the Pope’s handmaiden, she has to send all the other handmaidens and servants out of the Saintess’s house.

Even if she has to use force, without the Saintess knowing.

The Holy Knights were told to work somewhere else that day, but it was a scary task.

“Sister, will the gods punish us for this?”

“What are you talking about? The gods love our Emperor. It’s the Emperor’s order.”

“There’s a rumor that His Majesty…”

“Don’t say that! Don’t say silly things. He is a hero sent by the gods.”

Cassandra stopped Evelyn from talking about the rumors about the Emperor. She looked stern.

“I guess so?”

“Of course. Our lives have changed because of him. Don’t forget. We have to do this for him too.”

“Yes!”

Evelyn looked determined again. Cassandra patted her shoulder and turned around.

“Let’s go to sleep. We have to travel again tomorrow.”

“Yes, good night, Sister.”

Cassandra listened to Evelyn’s answer and lay down, but she couldn’t sleep because she was worried.

‘It’s just a rumor, right?’

When she closed her eyes, she remembered something. She remembered meeting Aileen, the female commander of McLaine and the current Queen, soon after becoming a soldier.

And she remembered what Aileen said:

“Did you know Duke Logan in the past?”

“Excuse me? Ah, no. That’s not possible. How could I know a noble…”

She was telling the truth, but she was also surprised. When she saw Duke Logan McLaine, she felt like she had seen him before.

She felt familiar and friendly for some reason.

At the time, she thought she had fallen in love with the noble duke. Later, she met Sir Digrom and learned what true love was.

But even after she knew it wasn’t love, she still felt like she had seen him before. Every time she saw him, now the King, she felt friendly for some reason.

She had strange dreams.

In the dream, she and the King, much older than he is now, were friends and bumped fists.

“Cassie, don’t die.”

“You too.”

They comforted each other with rough words, with scarred bodies and emotional wounds. They struggled together…

‘Hmm? Emotional wounds? Struggle? What?’

Cassandra wondered about the strange words that came to her mind. She smiled and closed her eyes.

She must be worried.

Still, she had to do it.

She would follow the order of the person who had changed her life.

She had to.

The horses galloped across the field, shaking the carriage wildly.

If the women inside weren’t knights, they would have been carsick. They had been traveling like this for three days.

A young man sat calmly on the driver’s seat, closing his eyes.

He suddenly opened his eyes and spoke calmly.

“Will it go as planned?”

His voice was clear, even with the sound of the horses and the shaking carriage. The middle-aged man next to him heard him.

Only someone who used inner strength all the time could do this. But the man listening was not surprised.

“Of course.”

It was obvious for superhumans like them.

“I know that the commander of the Holy Knights can’t be involved in the politics of the Order. Or even in internal affairs.”

“Are you asking me that now?”

“I’m asking because we’re almost there.”

“I can’t be involved, but I can ask for a favor. And everyone in Noviens will do what I ask right now.”

“What if they know you haven’t been corrupted?”

“That’s not possible.”

“You’re underestimating the gods.”

“No. I trust their pride. They will never tell anyone about their failures.”

“What if the Saintess, or the Apostle, notices those two people? They aren’t good at acting.”

“That’s not possible. They don’t pay attention to every human. Maybe your god does.”

He said this because he had accepted half of a god’s soul.

The young man nodded, leaned back, and closed his eyes again.

He didn’t look like he was in a runaway carriage.

He couldn’t sleep, so he was pretending.

Why did he change his hair and eye color with magic?

He was doing things that ordinary people could never do.

The other person didn’t seem to want to talk anymore. This was a problem because important things were coming up.

So the middle-aged man, Harmon, spoke again.

“Can you really kill her?”

“I have to.”

“Remember, that is no longer the Saintess.”

“I know.”

His voice trembled slightly.

Did he really know?

Harmon was disappointed. He needed one more helper, a superhuman.

“Remember, if you fail, many people will die in this land. Most of them will be from your kingdom.”

“Stop nagging and watch the horses.”

“Ugh!”

The horses almost got tangled up while he was distracted.

The young man quickly used his silver aura to change the horses’ course and make them run faster.

The horses ran even faster, as if they would crash at any moment.

‘I was told not to stand out…’

Viktor sighed as he watched Harmon lead the horses with aura. He closed his eyes again.

When he closed his eyes, he thought of the silver-haired woman and her pale face.

“If that really happens… please kill me, Sir.”

Her hand trembled as she held his arm.

He felt blood flowing from his tightly bitten lips.

Could he kill her?

‘It’s what I have to do anyway.’

Viktor closed his eyes even tighter. He felt like he was about to cry.

Harmon walked through the temple.

“Have you returned, Commander?”

“I heard you went on a long trip. How did things go?”

“Long time no see, Your Excellency!”

His subordinates and servants greeted him. Walking through the temple, Harmon saw how many guards there were. He realized the temple was very secure. Before, he was a guard here. Now, he felt like he was sneaking in. Everything looked different.

‘I have to get rid of all of them.’

The Holy Knights would be under his command. The female knights of McLaine, who were planted by the head of internal affairs, would take care of the servants and maids.

And he would deal with the Apostle in the empty Pope’s house.

If that happened, he would be known as the commander of the Holy Knights who killed the Pope…

‘It’s more important to prevent the deaths of many people.’

He also wanted revenge.

He wanted to hurt the god who had tried to corrupt his soul. He thought it would be worth it.

He wanted to make the gods pay for deceiving him for decades.

‘I wish they would feel unfair and angry.’

The monster Lichencia, which was still on his neck, shook unpleasantly again.

But the god could no longer corrupt him because he had blocked it with his soul.

Because of this, he couldn’t reach the great realm, even though he was close. He was ready to cross the wall with the power that King Logan had shown.

‘I will ruin your work in return, Aria.’

Harmon thought of the god he had served and smiled grimly.

He knew that his revenge was part of what he was doing now.

Honesty, innocence, justice, kindness, and forgiveness.

He didn’t want to follow Aria’s teachings anymore. Maybe he had argued with King Logan not to prevent deaths, but just for revenge.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ve come this far.’

He would deal with the Apostle and become a heretic.

The audience now was very important.

He had never thought about judging the Saintess’s or the Apostle’s strength, but it would help him succeed.

‘If you feel unfair, tell Amun-da about your failure, Aria.’

That wouldn’t happen.

Aria, the god of the sky and freedom, would never tell Amun-da about her failure. Harmon knew her personality because she had corrupted half of his soul.

Because of this, Amun-da, the god of the sea and change, would lose the Apostle and his power would be damaged.

It was a pity it wasn’t Aria, but Amun-da was responsible for giving Lichencia to him.

‘They’re all working together.’

Harmon smiled, hiding his desire for revenge.

Soon after, someone said:

“His Holiness has granted an audience.”

Harmon faced Amun-da for the first time in a long time, with a different feeling than before.