HBWnovel Chapter 141 : Chapter 141
Chapter 141 : Chapter 141
Chapter 141: The Seven Sins of the Kingdom"Bihen! Can I take a look at it!?"
His urgency was such that even his tone was different from usual.
‘The Remnant Orb… That’s what it was called.’
I glanced down at the green fragment in my palm.
I thought Bolero might know something about it.
In this life, when we first met, he had said he found me collapsed while chasing the Blood Devil, that is, the Blood Mage.
‘It was a top-secret mission, he said.’
After that, events kept snowballing, leaving no time to properly discuss it.o examine the shattered Remnant Orb myself."
The red Remnant Orb that appeared after defeating the Blood Devil had felt ominous from the start.
I crushed it immediately, and the fragments were passed to Adeline through Maserin.
"Obsession, huh? Why was it called that?"
"I don’t know the details. The interpretation of the Seven Sins’ doctrine and oracles is solely the Saintess’s authority. Among us martial priests, we treat it as a convenient alias, not assigning much significance to it."
In that case, I need to head to the Imperial Capital and meet the Saintess. Looks like we’ll have plenty to talk about.
"A Remnant Orb split cleanly in half… This is a first for me."
Bolero’s gaze returned to the green Remnant Orb in his hand after his lengthy explanation.
Knowing the full story, I couldn’t shake off an uneasy feeling.
"Let’s destroy it now. Leaving it like this will only make me feel worse."
"Don’t worry. The Remnant Orb doesn’t just jump into people’s bodies or spread evil on its own."
That’s a relief. I sighed.
"The problem is why this was in a Demonic Beast’s corpse. Damn it, I should’ve seen it myself!"
After saying it’s fine to leave it be, he looked ready to crush the orb himself.
"For now, we need to take this to the Saintess. Is that alright?"
I nodded readily.
I have zero desire to collect something like that.
Bolero kept tilting his head, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"What could it be? It’s not like it sealed itself."
"Well, maybe it did. When you live that long, doesn’t everything get tedious? They’d get tired too. Even they can’t resist the weight of time."
Of course, I said it thoughtlessly.
Right now, whether it’s the Eight Demons or the Seven Sins, I was just exhausted.
My head was pounding again. I clasped my hands behind my head and lay down.
"That makes…"
Bolero’s fiery eyes flicked toward me.
"…sense."
Sense? What sense, you idiot.
* * *
We moved south from Theodore’s territory.
Even if it meant taking a detour, we chose safer routes, avoiding mountains, rivers, Demonic Lands, bandit-infested areas, or territories known for poor security.
As promised to Count Theodore, we were practically carving out the Solari Order’s pilgrimage route, which would symbolize the Elzerus Alliance.
"An alliance led by the Duke of Conwell. And with Count Theodore joining, what’s there to hesitate about? I’ll take even the lowliest seat."
"A wise decision."
We passed through several small territories similar in scale to Labotas.
Wherever we went, convincing lords to join the Elzerus Alliance was easy.
Just mentioning the Duke of Conwell and Count Theodore made them line up eagerly.
"The Solari Order… With the people’s unrest lately, this is perfect timing."
"You’re a wise brother."
…My silver tongue, getting sharper by the day, helped too.
Though not as grand as the Litania or Labotas branches, some promised to establish small Solari Order branches.
Of course, not everything went smoothly.
Some lords refused to meet us, and others were so indecisive we left in frustration.
Amid these events, time flew by.
"It’s hot. Of all times, here…"
Bolero mumbled, slumping over his saddle, looking like he was being carried by the horse.
"Brother, the summer in the Kingdom’s south drains you just standing still."
I know.
I experienced it enough in my past life.
This journey from Conwell to the Imperial Capital was the opposite of my previous life, when I landed in the west and crossed the continent.
Perhaps because of that, I felt like I was nearing the end of my past life.
I looked up at the sky.
The gloomy clouds sagged as if soaked in water.
A familiar sight.
"The weather’s crap."
"You knew? It pours like the sky’s got a hole in it. And afterward, it’s the worst. Feels like you’re submerged in boiling water."
Bolero’s complaints about the Kingdom’s southern climate stopped only when we neared the gate.
‘Aldenfort.’
The Kingdom’s southwest’s largest trading port, a bustling territory full of goods and people, brimming with the vibrant energy typical of a port city.
But for me, it held less-than-pleasant memories.
"Conwell…?"
The gate guard checking our identification plaques tilted his head repeatedly.
He exchanged a glance with the soldier beside him, then asked us to wait and hurriedly disappeared.
"Damn it, it’s hot as hell."
Bolero was starting to show his true colors.
Even his refined priest act couldn’t hold up against the heat.
Clack, clack, clack, clack.
While watching Krnock and Deli fan themselves with their tongues out, I turned at the sound of approaching footsteps.
The disciplined march carried a sense of military precision.
They appeared.
I recognized them instantly by their distinctive uniforms and the crude curved blades at their waists.
Aldenfort’s territorial soldiers.
"Are you the guests from Conwell?"
A young man, likely the squad leader, asked.
His voice was urgent, his face flustered.
Bolero and I glanced at each other.
His expression said it all.
Something’s off.
"Yes."
I answered.
The man turned to his subordinates.
Their faces gradually brightened.
"We’ve been waiting. Come with us."
He turned back to me, speaking quickly and quietly, his face now openly beaming.
Unlike us.
"Where to?"
"Where else? The lord’s mansion. He’s been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
Then, leaning closer, he whispered as if sharing a secret.
"Didn’t you come to help our lord after receiving his letter?"
…What’s he talking about?
I couldn’t help it; the words slipped out.
"No?"