It was a city that suddenly appeared at the bottom of a deep forest.
A number of houses made up of logs are lined up, and the traces of ruts continue to the back like an earthworm.
In the center of the city is a large wooden temple that sets it apart from the rest.
A number of bonfires have been lit, and humans armed around them are guarding.
Needless to say, the atmosphere was noisy, but the air was tense not only in the temple but also in the entire city.
There are about 1000 people living in the city, but I can’t hear the hustle and bustle at all.
Instead, it was a spell that could be heard from the bottom of the dim water and a prayer that praised the demons.
North of the Royal Capital of the Kingdom of Carneria-Forest of Serenaire.
The Serenaire Forest, once one of the leading producers of magical and medicinal herbs, is now the hideout of the Kerunea religion, which is an over-reliance on the “God’s messenger” Kerunea.
Many traps have been set up in the surrounding forest, and believers are also armed with weapons flowing from the black market.
Terrorists who are far more troublesome than border guards in the Kingdom of Carneria.
It is Kerunea that surrounds them.
It eats grass on the human side and lives peacefully.
It was an impossible sight for someone who didn’t know anything.
No matter how much humans follow them, monsters are after all monsters.
If you invade their territory, it will attack you, whether it’s a bear, a tiger, or a human.
From the perspective of other monsters, Kerunea has the muscular strength to eat humans from the head, even if it looks calm.
The fact that humans are approaching it casually is almost like suicide, but the two incompatible creatures have coexisted.
“Zelet Winter?”
The voice of Archbishop-Padrial Key echoed in the temple in the Serenaire Forest.
A large space that imitates an audience in the royal palace. There are few bonfires, and the atmosphere is gloomy rather than solemn as a whole.
In front of Padrial, who sat on the throne, a believer in a thick black robe hung his head and refrained.
“Who’s it from?”
Archbishop Kelunea-Padrial Key, who heard reports of believers who were inside the royal palace, frowned.
“It’s from me”
When the Archbishop asks for an explanation, a believer in the same room stands up instead.
The believers in the surrounding area had a thin hyena-like body, but only this believer had a chunky body shape.
Padrial squinted for a moment at a figure that seemed to be recognizable even from a distance, but when he saw a glimpse of the believer’s eyes from the back of the hood, he remembered something.
“You are sure … Henderone …”
“Thank you for remembering my name,His Eminence.. This is Delisa Henderone, who was added to the last seat of His Eminence the other day. “
“Are you acquainted with him?”
Henderone squeezed her fist under the sleeve of her robe.
“Acquaintance is a bit inappropriate, but I know him well.”
“Well, let me know.”
Henderone talks about Zelet. If you see from the materials, you can easily understand it.
But if you find out that he is an S-class hunter who, with extraordinary beliefs, subdues S-rank monsters, you will find that he is more than just an average person.
In fact, when Henderone said, “Former S-class hunter,” the hall was noisy.
“I see. He looks like a pretty dangerous man.”
“His Eminence … Please leave it to me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I know Zelet Winter very well. Above all, my life is done because of him.”
He noticed that blood was flowing from her fist. The green eyes are cloudy red, and blood is bleeding from the clenched gums.
Even the archbishop lost his word to the terrible appearance.
“Good. Henderone, let’s leave it to you. Give it to Henderone …”
It was a ring that the archbishop had prepared for other believers.
The eyes of Henderone, who received it, turn around and shine. Unfortunately, it wasn’t fitting to Henderone’s thick fingers, but she still had a happy expression.
“This is no way … Among the believers, His Eminence is particularly memorable, and only senior believers can fit it.”
“That’s right, Henderone. Manipulate it brilliantly.”
“Thank you very much. I’m grateful to you for hiding me who was about to be sent to the north and adding me to the last seat …. I’ll definitely reward you.”
“Are expected”
Archbishop Padrial left.
Henderone forcibly fits the magical tool she received on her finger.
Suddenly she shook her body and started laughing, screaming on the spot.
“Kukua …, ah–hahahaha! Look, Zelet Winter. I’ll beat you to the fullest!”
The laughter echoed in the temple.
The ring that Henderone was given is a magical tool that can manipulate Kerunea.
”Anyone who can use this magic tool can be a rune master.”
It was thanks to the power of the ring that the Kerunea in the hideout did not attack humans.
Henderone, who was familiar with the ring and asked how to use it, immediately entered the forest.
For anti-Zelet, she collected Kerunea in the forest, and the number was already about to reach 200 or more.
“That’s all for the ring. Is there anything you don’t understand?”
Asked by a believer, the former Marquis wrinkles a little between her eyebrows. She pushed the believers away, got closer to Kerunea who was at hand.
“Hey. Don’t get too close. No matter how powerful the ring is, it can lose its effectiveness if you harm it.”
“It’s impossible”
Henderone screams.
“A monster is a wise creature. It’s far more innocent than a human being. Look, that eye. That ear. It’s cute …. It’s terrible to kill such a creature with only human ego.”
Henderone hasn’t changed anything.
She was banished from the royal capital, deprived of her title, and even lost her fortune. Of course, trust and loyalty to the king …
Still, Henderone never changes.
She approached Kerunea and gently reached out, as if one day she would reprint the words she said to Zelet.
With her neck down, Kerunea opens her nose and mouth wide and poses intimidatingly.
The believer who was watching trembled for a moment, but Henderone smiled thinly.
“It’s okay, I’m not scared …. I’m not scared.”
Henderone’s hand strokes Kerunea’s black nose. In response, Kerunea put out a relatively long tongue and stroked Henderone’s cheek.
“Fufu … Hey, naughty child.”
Henderone laughs.
She may have laughed like a saint, but from the sidelines, her face looked like a demon plotting revenge.
“Come on, go”
Henderone raises a ring.
And she looked at the village in the forest.
It was one of the villages that was not subordinate to the Kerunea religion, even though it was in the forest of Serenaire.
“With your power, I will teach you the preciousness of life.”
Behind Henderone, the army of Kerunea is lined up. Each one shines red and black eyes and begins to run to the village beyond the trees.
It was as if Henderone had changed.