The Protagonists Of The Novel Escaped – Chapter 65

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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Edanant attended the sacred feast and prayer meetings without fail to appease Zebeline’s whims.

It was a murderous schedule.

Having to handle duties without even a moment’s rest.

He had thought saintesses were carefree people who leisurely offered prayers and occasionally showed their faces at public events.

However, Zebeline dispelled such prejudices by handling heavy duties continuously.

“Saintess!”

“Thank you so much for coming…!”

Disheveled citizens flocked like clouds, wanting to welcome the saintess.

They were refugees who had lost their homes and families in this disaster.

As if wishing for a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, they reached out to the saintess.

In response, Zebeline joined her hands in prayer and bestowed the Earth Mother’s blessing upon them.

Flash-

A brilliant light scattered.

It was a simple miracle spell that boosted vitality and energy.

However, the crowds who witnessed the dazzling light rejoiced as if receiving a divine miracle.

By receiving a blessing from the noble saintess, they had gained hope to wash away despair.

“The Earth Mother never turns a blind eye to the pleas of the devout. And the Saints will also listen to the appeals of the believers swept up in merciless violence. Until all traces of the disaster caused by the Disaster God’s minions are healed, we will actively help.”

As Zebeline declared in a gentle voice, the crowds expressed their sacred faith by joining their hands and gripping their rosaries.

Hmm.

It would be nice if she were always like this.

It was doubtful whether she was the same mischievous tomboy who loved pranks.

Zebeline’s devout appearance, listening to the appeals of the suffering crowds and sharing blessings, was like the epitome of a saintess called the incarnation of the Earth Mother.

That’s why countless holy knights of the Holy Kingdom would lay down their lives for Zebeline.

‘Perhaps I’m the only one who knows the saintess’s naturally playful side.’

A saintess must not lose her sanctity.

She must always show the aspect of a holy ascetic.

From Zebeline’s appearance, not showing a hint of disturbance even while facing countless crowds, an indescribable sense of burden was felt.

Should I obediently indulge her whims today?

The priests of the Holy Kingdom also seemed to want the holy sword user to accompany them.

“Tiring, tiring, so tiring-!!”

“You’ve worked hard.”

It was a forced march that continued until the afternoon without rest.

As soon as the schedule ended, Zebeline returned to the carriage and threw herself onto the seat.

She buried her face in the pillow.

Then she began tapping the seat with her slender legs.

Zebeline had returned to her usual self.

Instantly switching off saintess mode?

“You were really like a saintess today.”

“What do you mean by that? So you’re saying I usually look like a cultist?”

Hmm.

It’s hard to refute that.

She should know the answer well herself.

He handed Zebeline a champagne glass with a faint smile.

“Can I ask you to accompany me tomorrow as well?”

The girl with flowing silver hair asked after gulping down the champagne.

He shook his head, showing reluctance.

“I’m sorry, but it will be difficult.”

“Why? You shouldn’t have any particular schedule…”

Zebeline, who had shown bewilderment, soon widened her eyes as if realizing something.

“You’re thinking of hanging out with Princess Ludmilla?! Like when you had an obscene secret meeting in subspace!”

“…It is true that I have a schedule with the princess tomorrow.”

As soon as he finished answering, Zebeline raised her head like a sulky Pomeranian.

He sighed at Zebeline’s appearance, showing intense anger as if she might pounce at any moment.

Since that day, Zebeline’s mood had been recording an unsettled state.

The answer just now had touched the White Dragon’s reverse scale.

Was it just his imagination?

There seemed to be the sound of lightning striking.

Today was clearly a sunny day, as if scattering bright dye.

There’s no way lightning would suddenly strike on such a day.

Unless there was a cataclysmic event…

“A sudden lightning strike-!”

“Th-The Earth Mother is angry! Quickly take shelter in the cathedral!”

Screams of terror erupted along with the roaring thunder.

Looking outside through the window, he could see white lightning bolts dancing around noisily.

Soon, the screams of the priests, startled by the lightning, could be heard.

“Hmph! A date with that old bachelorette…! You really have strange tastes!”

“……”

Is she that angry?

In the first place, we’re not meeting for the purpose of a date.

Anyway, for now, can’t she stop the lightning rampaging in the sky?

He broke out in a cold sweat at Zebeline’s glare, looking at him with a sulky expression.

Even if he desperately made excuses, it wouldn’t work at all.

His efforts to appease the saintess’s sulky heart by accompanying her schedule turned to bubbles in an instant.

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After that day, just as Zebeline had changed, Ludmilla also showed a different appearance.

The Warmonger.

A member of the Saintess Party.

An apostle serving the Disaster God of War.

After learning his identity, she began to obsess over the exploits of the Saintess Party.

More specifically, stories about the “Warmonger” who briefly acted as a member of the Saintess Party.

Her obsession was natural.

The Warmonger was an unidentified figure with only fragmentary clues known.

Ludmilla listened to the Warmonger’s exploits while sipping fragrant Darjeeling tea in her office.

Although most of the stories were nothing more than trivial chatter unworthy of being called exploits.

“Fufu, to think the Warmonger I had been searching for was right next to me….”

“……”

I was afraid that all our relationships so far would be distorted once my identity was revealed.

However, as if clearly concluding those fears, Ludmilla showed a positive reaction.

It’s a dumbfounding feeling.

To treat me the same as usual even after knowing I’m an apostle of a Disaster God.

Her boldness is so great that even the word “courage” is insufficient.

Indeed, she is worthy of being the strongest on the continent who protects the Valtarian Empire.

“But there’s something I’m curious about. What kind of beings are the Endless Calamities? Of course, I’m not interrogating you, but….”

“Hmm.”

The Endless Calamities.

I had expected Ludmilla to ask.

War.

Tyranny.

Famine.

Death.

The calamities that could sever humanity’s existence have always reigned as objects of fear.

It’s difficult to know where to start explaining.

After showing a moment of hesitation, I opened my mouth.

“Ludmilla, do you know about the Demon King in detail?”

“The Demon King, you say. I don’t know that much in detail…. Other than the fact that he was a half-human, half-demon who ascended to the Demon King’s throne through the endorsement of the great demons ruling the Demon Realm, I don’t know anything else.”

Her ignorance about the eternal enemy who had constantly threatened humanity was not simply due to Ludmilla’s lack of knowledge.

Surely, if asked of others, one would receive the same answer.

The Demon King.

The ruler of the Demon Realm who united the demons that had repeated a history of struggle.

Even though he met his demise at the hands of the Saintess Party, his identity remained unknown.

Only the fact that he was a hybrid of human and demon was known.

“The Demon King was an apostle who served the Disaster God of Death. More precisely… he was a demigod integrated with the Disaster God of Death.”

“Is, is that true?!”

It’s a truth known only to the Saintess Party who had subjugated their nemesis.

That’s why it wasn’t known to the public.

They had vanquished the Disaster God of Death.

After Beatrice resurrected him with the Scepter of White Night, Maximilian pierced the Demon King’s heart with the holy sword, granting eternal rest to the Endless Calamity.

Currently, that was the only fact he could tell her.

“Then the other calamities….”

Ludmilla, who had been listening to the story with a greatly stiffened expression, opened her mouth.

Having heard the fact that the Disaster God of Death had been subjugated by the Saintess Party, she must have become curious about the Disaster Gods of Famine and Tyranny.

After all, even indirectly, the Endless Calamities would be related to each other.

Just as he was about to explain that,

The office door swung open without a knock.

“Thank you for inviting me to tea time, Princess Ludmilla.”

The saintess, dressed in pure white vestments, entered with a bright smile.

Behind her, the royal knights guarding Ludmilla’s office showed an embarrassed look.

Judging by their reaction, it seemed she hadn’t received an invitation.

And there was no way Ludmilla would invite Zebeline, whom she considered an eyesore, for private purposes.

“I don’t recall inviting you, Saintess.”

“I also like Darjeeling tea, you know.”

The Red Dragon and the White Dragon faced each other.

The atmosphere instantly heated up as if fierce flames and sharp lightning were clashing.

“I have a private matter to discuss with Young Master Edanant.”

“What a coincidence. I have the same. If Princess Ludmilla doesn’t mind, may I join you as is?”

“It’s confidential information that cannot be disclosed to you, Saintess.”

“What? The fact that Edan was the Warmonger, a member of the Saintess Party?”

Wh-What did she just say….

What did the saintess just say?

Did I mishear her?

I must have misheard her.

Ludmilla and I stared at the saintess, creaking like rusted clockwork dolls.

Then, Zebeline snorted and showed an arrogant attitude.

She seemed very displeased with the current situation where we were secretly whispering, pushing her aside.

“I’ve known for a long time…! I’ve known for a long time!”

She knew my identity.

And she also knew that my identity had been discovered by Ludmilla.

How?

No,

How could that be?

Except for Ludmilla, I had never been caught by anyone.

I could be sure of that.

Could it be that Beatrice secretly told her?

If she had known beforehand, why had she kept silent?

I stared blankly at her agitated appearance, shouting with a flushed face.

It was because since I faced Zebeline yesterday, I had been continuously feeling a vague but unnatural sense of discomfort.

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