Chapter 15 - Ten Long Years (1/2)

Chapter 15 – Ten Long Years

“Close your eyes.” A man whispered to her in a small voice. Old memories suddenly rushed in Ronée’s mind at the voice.

“Don’t look at this horrible sight.” He whispered quietly, but Ronée opened her eyes still. The robes that covered her body were too big for her. When she lifted the hood slightly, the light that had been obscured poured in at once.

“Sister.” The man’s face came to her sight. Ronée stared at his dark blue eyes as if she was gazing at the deep sea. All the noise of the world seemed to be hushed and only one person could be heard. The man’s breath tickled Ronée’s skin.

He, who seemed to be a little weary from running too fast, was the man she had wanted to see for ten years.

“…Nabel.” She could recognize him at a glance. Nabel embraced Ronée’s stiff body. It was a reunion they had been waiting for ten long years.

Ronée’s heart was beating violently. When Nabel felt it, he was speechless. He was thinking about what to say, but he only had one thing in mind after seeing Ronée, who had become noticeably pale and emaciated.

“It’s too late, sister.” A soft voice sighed in Ronée’s ear.

Nabel did not show Ronée the terrible scene. His followers had long since executed the interrogators. He then covered the corpse with the robes that the interrogators were wearing before. The clothes they wore were all black in color so that they could not know their affiliation.

“What the hell are they…!”

“You will be punished!”

Each of the astonished knights added their own words.

Nabel was still watching Ronée as he said, “Wait, please wait a little longer.” Nabel who whispered suddenly turned around. His black hair appeared when he tipped the blue robe’s hood. It was a bright gold hair just a moment ago, but he had changed his hair color with magic.

It was a more familiar figure for her. She wondered how he would have grown, but he grew so suddenly.

Suddenly appearing after ten years, he had become a much taller man than Ronée. There were a lot of scratches on his powerful hands. It was like showing his ten years of hard work.

“Heresy inquisitors?” Nabel looked around at them. They were the ones who wore the sword’s medal around their necks, revealing that they were the Heretical Inquisitor of the United God.