Chapter 133 - Inquisitor of Heresy 4 (2/2)
Meanwhile, Rosenkreuz searched carefully for the whereabouts of the member Eteria Rodinus.
[I am on the second floor, Lord Rosenkreuz. He is looking for something on his own.]
[Alright. I’m going there now.]
He was now a cornered rat
As Rosenkreuz walked up the stairs, a cold sphere flew toward him out of nowhere.
Swoooooosh!
However, the magic attack was completely absorbed by an intangible barrier that unfolded before Rosenkreuz
“Hmph, so he noticed me.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Rosenkreuz.”
A middle-aged man with reddish brown hair wearing a gray robe appeared behind the handicraft machine.
Rosenkreuz looked at him in surprise.
“You’ve been waiting for me?”
“You always interfere with our plans. However, we won’t always be on the receiving side. We still clearly remember the day Saint Sophia was brutally murdered by you people.”
“What’s so important about the death of a single pagan bitch? Oh, and it turned out that she was a descendant of Avicenna, and her nickname was the goddess of knowledge. Being hailed as a goddess even though she’s a mere human… I should’ve slaughtered her alive.”
“Do not insult her! She was no fanatic nor a heretic”
The resentful red-brown haired middle-aged man started chanting a spell.
Soon enough, the surroundings froze, and a cold wind blew.
“Is this space domination? You do have the skills to be called a wiseman.”
“My name is Ibn Rusud. I will surely stop your wicked conspiracy!”
“Oho, so you’re also a descendant of Avicenna. No wonder you were so obsessed with that slut’s death. And a conspiracy? Isn't that exactly what you guys at Eteria Rodinus are scheming?”
A sage who refused to burn all the forbidden books and stole Solomon's treasures and fled.
Eteria Rodinus was a secret society that had inherited the will of the impure traitor.
In response to Rosenkreuz's enthusiasm, Ibn Rusud made a ridiculous expression.
“We have always sought harmony between science and religion. But you people of Pronoia fell into ego and doctrinalism and distorted the truth, without acknowledging the existence of the Creator who is higher than the seven gods.”
“That is the sophistry that you wisemen enjoy. If you’re correct, then why doesn't that great being intervene in the world? Our Almighty God of Light always listens to us and gives us the power to fight against evil forces.”
“The seven gods only act according to the system created by the Creator. The one who expelled Adam and Eve from Paradise Lost, and the one who made the Sage King Solomon obtain the Holy Grail and Lemegeton was the Creator. Also, the Ark of Knowledge you were about to burn was originally a secret library from Solomon's generation.”
”Ha ha ha ha ha! Pagan, do you still covet the power of God? Everything you say is blasphemous. Your words are like the devil's temptation.”
Rosenkreuz stopped arguing and lifted his staff.
Then, Ibn Rusud, who had been chanting, groaned and floated into the air.
“Urgh!!”
“Try praying to the Creator. Why does he pretend not to know about your current dangerous situation? Why does he allow gods inferior to him to be worshiped?”
”That's… .”
“How stupid of you. Why are you trying to walk down the path of destruction by not acknowledging the superior position of the God of Light? He is in the highest of the seven gods and always watches over us.”
Ibn Rusud struggled in the air as he choked.
As Rosenkreuz watched him and laughed, the screams of priests resounded downstairs.
“Is it Eteria Rodinus? That's great. Let's take a look at all of your faces using this opportunity.”
According to information from uncertain sources, members of Eteria Rodinus were scattered across the Eeth Continent, each of them on a different mission.
In other words, it is extremely rare for them to gather in a single location.
As Rosenkreuz laughed with a satisfied face, Ibn Rusud clenched his teeth and lifted his staff with difficulty.
And…
Swoooooooosh!
A frosty and frenzy storm swirled around Rosenkreuz.
A wide-range spell that was so threatening that the surrounding air froze in no time.
Surprised, Rosenkreuz instinctively teleported and barely escaped the area of effect.
“Huff… Huff...”
“No wonder you inherited the lineage of Avicenna. If you weren't a heretic, you might have been in a high rank of the Holy See.”
Rosenkreuz narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ibn Rusud, who was calming his breath as he knelt.
When he tried to grab Ibn Rusud into the air again, a group of people appeared and shot attack magic at him.
Boooooom!
Boom!
Boom!
Some members of Eteria Rodinus had come as support.
Rosenkreuz laughed in a craze as he unleashed a barrier and took on all of their attack magics.
“Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Today is a day full of grace. So many pagans I've been looking for for decades have appeared in front of me.”
“Shut it, Rosenkreuz. You, who have fallen in love with doctrine, are the true heretic.”
The voice of an old man.
At the same time, the magic bombing ceased, and silence ensued for a while.
“…Hm? You...?”
Rosenkreuz was puzzled.
It is because the existence that he thought was dead long ago stood in front of his eyes.
“You haven't forgotten who I am, have you Rosenkreuz?”
“Of course, Saint Boetius. You may have sided with the pagans in the past, but you haven't been excommunicated yet, so is it okay to call you Master?”
“As you wish. But I don't want to be called Master by you anymore.”
Boetius’ white hair fluttered as he stepped forward.
Rosenkreuz nodded, facing him.
“I’m sure you don’t want to. You did almost die in the library due to the fire started by your disciple.”
“I am ashamed for trying to raise you as my successor. In any case, I will stop you from committing evil from now on.”
“Ah, that would be troublesome for me, Saint. I still have so many things to do.”
Rosenkreuz took out a purple pill.
[Clipport's Fruit].
Seeing it, Boetius severely frowned.