The Blood Knight's Villains

Chapter 285

My Villains Chapter 285

53. The Midnight Sun (4)

The main scenario of Chapter 5 in the game is to help Saint Abel defend the Monastery of Setenio.

But that Abel died. In terms of game, it’s like failing as soon as you get the main quest, or even before you get it.

...Damn what the hell

is this.

“- Shio. And I want you to keep silent for a while about what you witnessed. Isn’t it a bad time to announce the bad news?”

Lord Kabar led me out of the sanctuary, a bit dazed by Abel’s pointless death.

“Not only the brothers, but also the soldiers and followers will fall into despair. And if the king of death finds out about this... The

middle-aged knight of the cathedral, who stopped in the corridor connecting the sanctuary and the prayer room, glanced around. Despite the shocking event of the saint’s death, the monastery remained silent.

“Please do not pay attention to the words of the bishop. For a moment... your judgment seems to be clouded.”

“Even I, the bulwark of light, feel like a bulwark in my heart has collapsed. What about the old bishop?”

Come to think of it, right after Abel passed away, Bishop Hekabenko pointed at me and shouted something. I couldn’t listen to it because I wasn’t in a hurry.

“-kyung. Sir Phoenix’?”

“ah. Yes, I understand. Let’s keep quiet.”

“Thank you. And...

Lord Kabar chose his words for a moment and then asked a question with a thoughtful expression.

“What was it?”

“yes?”

“The thing that the saint handed over to you.”

“...Did you see that?”

“I am a cathedral knight. There’s no way I couldn’t feel that auspicious aura.”

Right before he died, Abel held my hand and handed me a certain ‘dream’.

I only felt the heat then, but the cathedral knight in front of me seemed to feel something different.

“What did you get? What revelation or realization? Or force’?”

I scratched my eyebrows at the desperate question and opened my mouth.

“Before that, please explain.”

“What do you mean?”

“The story that the Holy Son foresaw my visit. You called me a black snake again, right? What kind of small grain is that?”

The cathedral knight, who had a strong impression, kept his mouth shut as if he was in trouble. Then, staring at this direction, he swallowed a dry spit before parting his lips.

“...a belated question, what is the purpose of coming to this monastery?”

“I have come to ask for help from the Holy Son.”

” help?”

“yes.”

The forbidden book of La Palais Palace, the Dark Knight, and Prince Ulkar flashed through my mind in order.

“There are things to find, enemies to block, and futures to know.”

“...that sounds like a mystery.”

“To put it simply, I wanted to ask the Holy Son about the path I should take in the future.”

“Right.”

Lord Kabar looked out of the corridor and gazed at the snowy wind for a moment.

“The Holy Son has the power of prophecy.”

“I know. Isn’t that a fact that everyone in the kingdom knows?”

“yes. However, those who know how to manifest that authority must be quite rare.”

“If it’s a way to manifest authority.”

“The Holy Son saw the future through a dream. Sometimes he prophesied by looking at specific scenes and sometimes by looking at abstract images.”

“So you’re saying he saw a black snake in his dream? Is that snake me?”

“I think so.”

“Of course, that doesn’t mean you should look around like a tourist. Tell them to rest around here so that they don’t run around and get hit.”

It was so strange that they came to the sacred ground of Gwangmyeong Bridge, and the mercenaries under his command were snooping around the capital complex like high school students attending a retreat. It’s been a while since the battle broke out, so I’m just worried that there will be a fight with the clergy and believers.

“Oh and the youngest ones? I don’t think I saw it on the way.”

“It looks like it fell asleep right away. It was a pretty harsh schedule for new mercenaries, right?”

“is it.”

Only Sheah, who had lived as a nun in the royal capital for several years, and Goll, who served as a pasture in the large city of Lianwell, were not so worried because there would be nothing new about the monastery landscape. However,

“Cavas is a complete country boy. It seems like I’m going around here and there just out of curiosity. His stamina is subtly good, so he doesn’t look very tired.”

“Since the last accident, Donnell has been watching with his eyes on. Don’t worry too much.”

Utequai, who had been silent, smiled and added.

“There is no time to wander around Cavas. Practice Nabuk with me.”

“Nabuk? today?”

“right. Cabas is small and light, but tastes good. It makes funny noises.”

“...Do you really have to laugh so sinisterly? A little creepy.”

“Uh-huh-”

I shook my head and broke the meeting. I was thinking of going to bed very early today.

How many minutes have passed since I closed my eyes?

I stepped into a quasi-dimensional world of dreams.

I was like a god here, I could do anything I wanted. I was able to vividly recall a moment in my memory, and with a little effort, it was possible to materialize what I had imagined.

It was also possible to get a glimpse of the dream handed down from Saint Abel.

The old man stood in a field of golden wheat.

He looked east. It was a dark night with no sun or moon, but he instinctively knew that it was in the east.

A black snake crawls. A huge snake hissing its red tongue.

The snake coiled around the monastery and the sun rose in the dark night sky for a while.

Under the sun, in the snake’s arms, the monastery was safe.

The west, where the sun rose, was divided into black shadows and wheat fields.

In the wheat field sat a young lion. It was a lion with a silver mane that contrasted with the golden color of the wheat field.

The lion roared loudly. And soon it was tinged with shadows.

The shadow that swallowed even the brightly shining lion quickly covered the wheat field.

The old man turned his head again.

A light like that of the lion shone faintly in the distance.

“O 99

At that moment, the mood of the dream changed completely.

In a space full of symbols, a person appeared in front of me with an intense close-up, as if to look closely at this.

It was a small girl with a silver halo. A girl who barely showed her face in a cramped nun’s uniform at the age of Ellen’s.

I looked at the bright blue eyes that somehow felt familiar in the silvery halo. Those eyes also looked at me.

The dream is over.

“lily-!”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I raised my upper body. It was at that moment that chubby Esson burst through the door.

“lily!”

“What is going on?”

“It is undead!”

The usual relaxed and optimistic mood could not be found on Esson’s face.

“Undead?”

“An undead army.”

He groaned and trembled his lips.

“He has come. The king of death!”

I jumped out of bed like lightning and got up.