I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 33

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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[T/N: After further deliberation i decided to indeed change her title to Empress.]

Late at night. Cecilia was sitting on a throne overlooking the entire central hall. And she had been there for a full day, alone, not allowing anyone else inside.

The hall, large enough to comfortably accommodate hundreds of people, was eerily quiet and had an ominous atmosphere with all the lights turned off. Only the moonlight entering through the huge windows barely served as a light source.

Cecilia crossed her right thigh over her left thigh, leaned her back against the throne adorned with red cushions and gold, rested her right elbow on the armrest carved with a dragon, and stared at something in the center of the hall.

It was the corpse of something that had long since become cold, something that was once called her older brother. The black blood that had flowed out had long since hardened. It no longer moved or wriggled.

It had already passed away at the moment the holy sword was embedded, but there was another purpose for Cecilia to go to the trouble of bringing that corpse here and watching over it for a full day.

“He said he knows nothing.”

A chilling murmur escaped Cecilia’s mouth.

When ordered to spill everything about the new knight, Iris had replied that she herself knew very little.

At most, she only knew where she had met the new knight, why she had brought him to the knighthood, and what had happened after bringing him to the knighthood.

It was information that wasn’t particularly helpful. Except for one fact: he had lost most of his memories and all his stats had degenerated to the bottom due to a witch’s curse.

“All his stats had degenerated?”

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It was an action clearly containing ridicule.

There was no falsehood in Iris’s words. At least Iris herself, the knight commander who had brought the new knight whose identity was unclear, firmly believed that the explanation she had given was the truth.

“Then, it seems you have spoken lies to me.”

Cecilia rose from the throne. She began to descend the stairs slowly, one step at a time. Her feet, clad in black boots, stepped on and passed over the red carpet.

Those footsteps stopped in front of the half-man, half-demon corpse with the holy sword embedded in it. The chilling gaze that began from her golden eyes, more golden than gold itself, meticulously examined its appearance.

The horns half-grown on the head. The face with the mouth torn up to the ears. The membrane-covered wings protruding from the back. The scales sprouting all over the body. The arms and legs that had turned into inverted joints. The elongated nails.

And the wounds emitting a faint white light in response to the divine power of the holy sword.

“Foolish being. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

The moment Cecilia saw the demon who was once her older brother in the basement, she realized that its entire body was covered in scars carved by a holy weapon.

It seemed he had thrown the lord to the knight commanders to let them beat him to their heart’s content, perhaps with the intention of hiding the wounds through the demon’s inherent regenerative power, but it was all a futile act.

The scars carved into the body of an unholy being by divine power were not something that could be easily concealed.

Although she might be slightly inferior compared to the popes of the Holy Kingdom of Raphaella, who were regarded as almost indistinguishable from a goddess descended to earth, Cecilia was also someone who could wield a holy sword with her own power.

Even if all the holy weapons on the continent were gathered together, there was no weapon that seemed capable of overwhelming the power of the holy sword, so there was no way a being who could wield the holy sword would fail to discern the scars carved by divine power.

Cecilia firmly grasped the handle of the holy sword. Then, the faint white light emanating from various parts of the demon’s body intensified even further. Short in length, but wounds that penetrated deep inside.

The traces of a dagger.

“You had a dagger blessed with divine power, yet you lost your memories and don’t even know who you are? Do you really think that’s a proper excuse?”

The chilling ridicule continued. Not only did he possess a blessed dagger, but he could also wield it, yet he claimed to have lost his memories and all his stats were at the bottom?

It was a lie. As long as the scars carved by a blessed weapon remained on this half-man, half-demon’s body, she couldn’t help but think that the new knight had spoken lies to her.

Aurora was a woman with no combat ability. Although she had become more mature in all aspects compared to when she was young, that only referred to her appearance and temperament, not her combat ability.

The four knight commanders of the Silver Dawn Knights were outstanding in combat ability, but they also couldn’t handle divine power.

It was only natural. Even if the entire Empire was thoroughly searched, there was no human who could use divine power without being connected to the Holy Kingdom of Raphaella.

However, he was different. Cecilia pondered deeply.

No matter how weak the demon was, having failed to even consume a single human, to inflict meaningful damage even to such a demon, one had to be at least at the level of an apprentice nun from the Holy Kingdom’s papal office.

The women called apprentice nuns in the papal office possessed divine power capable of leading a large church outside.

That’s what it meant to repel a demon.

“Everything is contradictory, yet everything fits together.”

The more she thought about it, the more she became curious about the identity of that new knight to the point of going crazy.

He could handle divine power at a level capable of harming a demon, yet he claimed to have been cursed and all his stats had degenerated.

He was knowledgeable enough to have obtained a blessed weapon from somewhere, yet he claimed to have lost all the memories that should have supported that knowledge.

Nothing had been revealed about himself, yet he was acting as if he knew everything about himself.

Therefore.

“It can’t be true that he knows nothing…”

The corners of her mouth that had vaguely curled up showed no signs of coming down. It felt like it had been a long time, a really long time since she had such a pleasantly troubling thought.

If everything about the new knight was a lie, then the contents of the letter sent by Aurora were also a lie. Such a skilled person had “accidentally” discovered a book inhabited by a demon? How could that be possible?

“Summon the knight commander of the Golden Dusk Knights.”

Cecilia shouted towards the empty void. Right after the echo bounced off the walls and pillars and disappeared, a knight proudly walked in through the side door of the central hall.

It was a knight wearing armor decorated entirely in gold, with a cape, helmet, and even a scabbard adorned in a golden color. The knight, who had approached right in front of Cecilia with a dignified gait, knelt down.

“You called, Your Majesty!”

“I will give you an order.”

“Yes, please tell me anything!”

“Take gold coins and go to Aurora’s territory. Go there, tell the lord that it’s a reward for dealing with the demon in time, hand over the money, and find the Silver Dawn Knights.”

When the words “Silver Dawn Knights” came out of Cecilia’s mouth, the body of the knight wearing a helmet flinched for a moment. Regardless, Cecilia continued.

“There will be a man who recently joined there. Observe his every action and movement. I will give you two weeks.”

“What should I do after observing!”

“Report everything to me without leaving out a single detail. Even if it seems utterly trivial on the surface, it’s fine. Don’t leave out a single thing.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The knight in golden armor bowed his head and left the central hall with a dignified motion. Thud, the door closed, and only one person was left in the central hall again.

“I’ve never been so interested in anything in my life, was it such a joyful emotion to be interested in something?”

Cecilia approached the demon’s corpse and stared blankly at the dozens of scars that still emitted a faint divine power. Then she grabbed the handle of the holy sword that penetrated its body and poured strength into it.

Light burst out from the holy sword as if it were the sun. Whoosh, the demon’s corpse began to burn, engulfed in white flames. It was the flame of purification that only punished heretics.

The demon’s body soon turned into a handful of ashes and disappeared. After finishing the disposal, Cecilia released the handle, and the holy sword immediately turned into a bright mass of light. Nothing remained in the spot where the corpse had been.

“I will observe you.”

Cecilia murmured after finishing the task.

She would observe that new knight. She would monitor him relentlessly and uncover whatever secret he was hiding, no matter what it took.

Telling lies in the letter sent to her? She could overlook that as much as she wanted. Hiding his true identity? She could overlook that as much as she wanted. Such actions were merely trivial deviations.

Only one thing. If he was truly a person who could help her ambition, someone who could become a faithful sword by her side, then she could turn a blind eye to such insignificant matters.

“However, if that’s not the case.”

A vicious killing intent rose in her brightly lit golden eyes. If that’s not the case, if he’s just trash that will briefly stand out like countless idiots and soon be thrown to the bottom.

He would definitely have to pay the price.

“So, prove your abilities.”

So that this joyful emotion wouldn’t be shattered by a cruel ending, but could last for a long, long time.

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