129 [2-63] I cant stand it. I cant stand it. (1/2)

I'm not here: ......

The Marquess's castle, which had been destroyed to the utmost extent, looked like the remains of a giant dragon after the battle. The castle was torn down as if it were being picked over, and the ribs were exposed to the elements.

Crumbling walls and gouged ground. What appears to be the remnants of a cattle shed swept away by the water are drifting along the walls.

In the muddy ground, the remains of a giant's rampage, there is no sign of Gislain's huge body.

There are only a few bloody, dumpling-like pieces of white flesh left to shoulder the damage.

Maybe he turned into a man and hid somewhere.

It's not fair, once I'm undead, I can't go back to my human body.

”Are you there?

Yeah. There are just pieces of flesh lying around.

You're not hiding in a piece of meat, are you?

Incidentally, the piece of meat was supposed to be collected after the attack, just in case. We don't know if we'll have another chance to fight a similar holy beast, so we should send it to the analysis team (which is currently staffed by only one person).

Alastor, did you see any signs of escape?

I've checked with the captains of the units surrounding the castle, and they have not reported seeing anyone who looks like them.

I'm not sure if he was using magic or magic items to hide himself.

”...... I'll have Bloodsucker look for tracks in a bit. I'll have Bloodsucker look for footprints. Gislain disappeared right after he crushed my body, right?

”Yes.

It seems that if you turn into a person, you can hide your holy spirit and huge body, but it is not easy to remove the footprints.

Fortunately, the area was muddy, so there might be some traces left behind.

The Bloodsuckers, led by Rene, were heading towards the wall that had been cracked by Gislain's fist.

Their eyes widened like saucers as they scanned the area to make sure that their footprints would not cover any traces.

The undead are good at simple tasks and maneuvering.

If Gislain was just a holy beast, I could have used the power of Emotional Intelligence to find him. If Gislain was just a holy beast, I could have found him with the power of emotion detection.

”Let's search with all available forces in the city.

Please. And continue with the extermination of the holy beast.

Rene sighs as he stops the caller.

Initially, Rene came to kill Gislain as a political enemy. But now, Gislain seems to have lost his mind. Who would have thought that he would eat the Marquis of Edfelt, René's other target?

I know who made Gislain this way. It's that old woman Morgana who has the Great God's will in her. For some reason, she was captured by the Noa Curio army and sent to Wesara to be repatriated.

She is a maker of holy beasts, and can project the Great God in her own mind, and perhaps even engrave stigmas on others.

But I still can't figure out why she did this ...... or why she let him do it.

What is certain is that Gislain is not a mere holy beast, but is running on a degraded copy of God's thought process. If that's the case, we must slaughter them at all costs.

--...... I can't stop thinking about it. I have to find Gislain too.

Rene also began to look around, searching for signs of his surroundings.

I don't know.

The sounds of battle in the chapel had ceased.

The loophole is a narrow path. You can only enter if the one before you advances. Those who still remained in the chapel, unable to escape, listened intently in stifled silence. They were preparing for what would or would not happen next.

Then they heard some footsteps in the muck, and a few figures appeared in front of the large hole where the door to the outside was.

A silver knight's armor, stained with mud. Injured or fatigued, they came rolling in with a staggering gait.

You can tell who they are by the crest painted on the chest of their armor.

”Oh, my lady!

Gentlemen!

Katherine stepped forward to greet them.

They were the knights of Oswald's army.

The knights knelt before her as if they were about to fall.

You're safe, aren't you?

I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but I'm sure you have.

I'm not sure what to say.

What happened to your father?　What happened to him?　What happened to your brother?　Where is your sister?

The knight finally managed to squeeze out a few words as Catherine shook him by the shoulders of his armor.

I'm sure you'll be able to understand that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this.

”Such .......

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. It's a good thing you didn't fall down.

It's a good thing she didn't fall over, I should say. Or is it that she hasn't fully accepted the situation yet?

Katherine had sent her family into a desperate battle and lost them all at once. I can only imagine how shocking that must have been.