I Became the Snow Woman I Made

45 – The Eye and the Savior

With the disappearance of the Mahabharata, the floating Apocalypse of Disaster also disappeared.

A special item aimed only at disaster.

It’ll probably show up when you face him again.

“·······.”

I rubbed my empty hand.

A Catalyst who died as a sacrifice.

My heart was bitter because I lost the weapon I used to use.

There won’t be another artifact like that.

······I stopped escaping from reality and raised my head.

“The black calamity has disappeared…?”

“Nonsense…”

The silence was broken and people’s whispers were gradually heard.

Doubt and surprise.

It was a natural reaction.

It may not have been his strength, but he defeated the ‘body’ of the disaster.

While I was enduring the attention that was focused on me, a voice of surprise came through.

“Quillier you, you…!”

A red-haired woman with bloodstains all over her body.

Nell, who was so shocked that his fangs were exposed, suppressed the sheep’s voice that he soon realized.

“You are not human either.”

“… Huh?”

I thought it was a sharp remark, but I immediately remembered that Chandrapale had already pointed it out.

Did you remember without forgetting?

Despite my firm attitude towards her, she was talking.

“I had a vague thought. About knowing something about my race that I didn’t know about….A race that no one knew about.”

There was a certain conviction in Nell’s eyes.

When this happened, she could no longer pretend to be human. I struggled with what to say.

Should she be identified as a snow woman?

But then, what would you say to the question of how you defeated the disaster?

I can’t reveal the Apocalypse.

Nell opened his mouth very carefully, whether he knew my troubles or not.

“Quillier. I can’t believe you…”

“—-You!”

Her words were endless.

It was because Bleper, the leader of the Holy Knights, intervened.

He looked at me and sighed in horror.

“Are you an apostle?!”

“·······.”

My eyebrows twitched.

It was a misunderstanding that I had been receiving for a long time. Mainly to those wearing black robes.

It seems that they had similar thoughts to see if there was an intersection in terms of faith.

She swallowed a sigh and shook her head.

“No.”

“If that’s not the case…”

His eyes scanned the messy surroundings.

Ruined rubble and chaotic streets. The black knight was adjusting his posture in front of the building destroyed by the disaster.

The scorched armor was worth seeing.

I glared at blepper and tossed it.

“They say I’m an apostate.”

I said that the other day when the Adventurer’s Guild questioned me.

I also remembered it to finish it.

How can you change your attitude all at once?

“Yes, yes?”

“You did that. To me.”

“······Hup!”

Blepper’s mouth fell open as if he had just remembered it.

When my cold gaze was added, he made his hasty excuses.

“Sorry! At that time, the red plague… I was distracted by Nel Sartilla, so stop. It was a mistake, Miss Quilière. Please forgive me!”

“Quillière… ‘Nim?'”

Nell threw a sarcasm at him as he stooped down.

“Hi, you change your posture very quickly.”

“Ugh… Ugh…”

A ridicule that looks down on a sheep for being ridiculous.

Blefer looked back and forth between me and her, then yelled at her Nell.

“Be quiet, vampire!”

“What are you saying, human?”

“Stop.”

I interceded because the quarrel seemed to be heating up.

Of course I was on Nell’s side, and I scolded him to keep him quiet.

“Watch out what you say. Nell has just been cleared of his false accusations. Don’t just ignore him.”

“Hup!”

Hearing the reprimand, Blepper suddenly took a stance and bowed his head respectfully.

“Sorry, Mr. Quilière. I’ll keep that in mind!”

My way.

Nell, who was openly ignored, became even more angry.

“Hey, sorry!”

“Uncle!”

Then Paley’s cry rang out.

As we turned around at the incensed noise, we saw the dark knight slowly approaching.

His whole body was in a state of disrepair, but he still showed hostility and aimed at the ghost sword.

The battle of monster hunters is not over yet.

The atmosphere in the venue, which has become peaceful after the disaster has receded, has completely changed.

“···Monsters cut. Only I can cut······.”

His behavior was not normal.

With only his eyes and mouth visible through the damaged helmet, he murmured a ghastly voice.

Recklessness and self-righteousness lingered in the blurry pupils.

The thin, quivering tip of the sword aimed straight at me.

“… The strongest monster.”

“Ha…”

I was nervous and had a bitter smile.

It’s like longing for an endless struggle without even taking care of your own body.

Really, just like I made it.

I managed to defeat the disaster, but I was in danger of dying right away.

What should I do… Before I could even think about it, something blocked my path.

A girl with her arms outstretched as if to protect me.

Paley, who read the dangerous current, stopped the black knight.

“Mister! I know what you’re thinking… And I know why… You helped us. You’re not a monster!”

There was something about the tone of desperation that touched the heartstrings. However, it was not enough to stimulate the black knight.

His will was firm, unmoving.

“Get out of the way.”

“…Old man!”

Paley exclaimed in frustration.

Certainly, his behavior is completely incomprehensible. However, on the one hand, I understood.

Slashing monsters, facing the strong.

That’s his nature I gave him.

Because he can only survive in that thrill.

So, a black knight without any prestige or envy.

Or a one-man corps called a monarch by himself.

With the heart of a parent, I understand you.

But I couldn’t die…

At that time, Cigna, who had been standing there holding her breath, stepped forward raising her rapier.

“Stop it! Stop it!”

“The first time you do something you like.”

After saying congratulations, Nell stood beside her with her blood on her face.

They stood on either side of me in front of me.

Nel let out her accumulated hatred with a frown on her face.

“Hey. Why don’t you take the sword away?! You saved something that almost died, so why the f*ck? Are you the Dark Saints?”

“·······.”

It was a plot that could be branded as a cult.

Even so, the words of the black knight continued to flow.

“Something other than a human who has repelled disaster…”

It was a blunt, sullen voice.

The words that followed were completely absurd.

“…Are you a white catastrophe?”

His gaze fluctuated as if he himself was confused.

I gently touched my forehead.

There must have been too few clues to guess my identity, but that’s what I vomited.

I’ve ruined a person…

How should I refute this?

I was agonizing, but I didn’t have to step out this time either.

“That’s ridiculous!”

Sreung- Bleper, who drew his sword at once, sighed.

Fury could be seen all over his body.

“Didn’t you see what happened just now! Why are you talking nonsense like that when it’s not enough to be crowned a saint!”

“·······?”

It was my turn to tilt my head.

Not too long ago, he couldn’t eat me, so he couldn’t eat me, but he suddenly became a strong ally.

Is this the leader of the holy knights who live and die for their faith?

But you’d better get out of the way.

The black knight spat out a word as if he had read my heart.

“Get out of the way.”

“This bastard…!”

Possibly because he felt that he was being looked down upon, veins sprouted from Blepper’s temples.

He was obviously unaware of Chandra Pale’s potential. Maybe it’s more so since he’s seen being pushed back by Calamity.

One should not do that.

That’s because the target of comparison is the final boss, even if the black knight has basic weapons…

Blefer warmed up and marched forward vigorously.

“Come on. Let’s try it.”

“…Don’t warn twice.”

“hahahaha, I won’t look at you twice. I’ll make you regret your sins.”

Like the bottom of the abyss, the voice of the black knight was disquieting, and the captain of the knights showed off his composure with pride.

It was as if he was trying to impress someone.

“…Ah, is it me?”

The moment I muttered, the black knight’s sword unfolded.

Absolutely swift. Spacing is not given.

In an instant, my outstretched hand grabbed and dragged Bleffer, and the ghost sword cut through the air.

Shaak-!

His sword broke in two.

Blepper shuddered in horror.

“This, what, what?!”

He didn’t even know what had happened.

Surprised by the overwhelming difference in skills.

Nel, who raised her claws, was brainwashed by the black knight.

“You bastard! What’s the difference between you and a disaster?”

“…Was it Nell Sartilla?”

The first proper name.

The Black Knight and Jinjo glared at each other.

Not good. If left as it is, there would be another mess.

It was entirely a problem with one person, and it would be solved if only he stopped it.

I exhaled and opened my mouth.

“Go back.”

The black knight responded to the sad tone.

Winter’s gaze cut straight into his eyes. He stiffened without answering and raised his sword.

I knew that, so I delivered the final blow.

“Chandra Pale.”

“···!”

At that remark, the guy who had always looked like a big boy was shaken.

Obvious bewilderment.

I suddenly realized the reaction beyond my expectations.

I was aiming for the setting that I was reluctant to reveal my real name, but I guess I didn’t tell anyone.

“… Chandra Pale?”

Paley tilted her head innocently.

Chandrapale, taken aback, asked rather urgently.

“How do you know that?”

“There are no eternal secrets.”

I couldn’t tell you, so I spilled it out and recommended it again.

“Go back.”

He sharply cut it off as if it were a final warning.

Regardless of the strength of the body, it’s okay to bluff. I’m not the kind of person who will listen.

“·······.”

The black knight hesitated, looked at one side, and narrowed his brows as if he was lost in thought.

Then he spat out and turned around.

“Quillière.”

Sreuk- I put the ghost sword and walked away without hesitation.

Paley, waving her hands, chased after her.

“Mister! Come with me!”

After he left, the tense atmosphere around the area relaxed. I remembered his last words.

Quilière. My name.

Could it be that you repaid me for my act of stabbing your real name? A smile came out of his childish personality that he did not want to lose.

Dada – Paley, who was chasing after her, suddenly turned around and greeted her belly button.

“Thank you sister! And I’m sorry. Vampire sister too!”

“Uh… What’s wrong?”

Nel, who had reaped his hostility, gave a timid reply.

At that time, Urbos, a Black Toma who survived the fierce battle, vomited his signature cry, and ran.

The Black Knight, holding Paley, jumped up and boarded.

“Run.”

After a brief order, they moved away in an instant.

A shallow sigh escaped my lips. From the black catastrophe to the black knight, the crisis has passed.

But it’s not over yet.

“… Hmm.”

I looked around.

Everyone from the knights to the general public were staring blankly at me.

Staying here is very annoying. If additional personnel were dispatched, they would not be able to escape.

“Bleper.”

So I acted.

At my call, the knight commander politely bowed.

“Yes, old!”

“Why are you still?”

“Yep…?”

He blinked sullenly.

I fired at him with a calm attitude.

“The streets are messed up. People are hurt too.”

“Yes… Yes. I am.”

“Since the disaster has appeared, the Dark Saints may also react.”

“That’s also… That’s right.”

I told the conclusion to the blepper who listened vaguely.

“Move quickly.”

“Yeep!”

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With a strong discipline, he gave orders to the members and encouraged the citizens.

The streets became bustling at once.

“Clean up the dangerous debris first! If you see any traces of monsters, report them immediately!”

“Nell.”

It will take quite some time to sort out the mayhem. I used the turmoil as a shield and winked at Nell.

“Follow me.”

“Huh? Uh uh.”

She took the lead and she quietly followed me.

First, I will go to a quiet place, such as an inn, and solve her curse.

I felt a stinging gaze right before I left the street.

“·······?”

When I turned around, there was a person.

A character wrapped in armor like Chandra Pale.

However, unlike the black knight, it was white.

The eccentric looked this way and then lowered his head.

“What is it?”

Then the wind blew.

It penetrated between my eyelids and I closed my eyes for a moment.

The gust passed in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, the mysterious figure had already disappeared.

······Some time after the disaster receded.

The news of victory spread in waves and soothed the hearts of the trembling believers.

The Great War of Chelmbard.

Paladin Du Wade came to the two great bridges to tell her the details of her story.

“The Black Plague has been repulsed.”

Just one sentence.

There was so much significance and wonder in these short words.

Of course, it was repulsion, not extinction.

However, during that long history, who the hell has accomplished such an achievement?

Archbishop Sariel and Netach congratulated him with smiles on their faces.

“It’s really fortunate. He’s the Paladin of the Kingdom.”

“You did a great job. Indeed, the prestige of being the strongest warrior in the kingdom was not in vain.”

Even those who normally have nothing to fear couldn’t be bothered by this situation.

Because of that, I was sincerely comforted, and that psychology was expressed in praise.

“I didn’t even step out.”

However, the Paladin himself shook his head.

The two archaeologists rolled their eyes in puzzlement at that nonsensical statement.

“Are you kidding me?”

That’s what he asked, but Netach well knew he wasn’t that kind of person.

A paladin is a person who is devoted only to God and is always upright.

I had to edit the question because of this.

“If not you, who solved it?”

It was an important point.

Duway shook his white armor and answered firmly.

“A woman with blue-white hair.”

“Huh?”

“He solved it alone.”

“···!”

Paladin knew the name of Quilière, but he did not dare to mention it.

Netach was shocked, and Sariel widened her eyes.

“Tell me in detail, in detail.”

“Okay.”

For a while, Paladin’s explanation continued.

He conveyed only the facts, without any corrections or corrections, removing his own subjectivity as much as possible.

That fact was very shocking.

“I can’t…!”

The ambassadors swallowed their doubts by changing their facial expressions according to the development of the story.

What the hell is the identity of that person?

But there was something more important than that, and as soon as the story was over, Netach said.

“This is not the time. Can we just leave the saintess who defeated the calamity? We should show our respect.”

“That’s not our subject.”

At that time, Sariel expressed his refusal.

She continued with a grim expression as if her shock had not subsided.

“Disdel is under the jurisdiction of the Archbishop of Clavia. We don’t need to join, she’ll take care of it.”

“Hmm… That’s right.”

After that, the two seriously discussed something more.

Among them, Duwade recalled Quilière and the person of interest with an immovable attitude.

“Sword Demon… Was that a name?”

A black knight who went on a rampage even after the disaster receded.

He was called the Sword Demon and was famous in religious countries and other places. Paladins had briefly encountered him as well.

Since then, I have been paying attention and not being vigilant for a moment.

Because he was the only person in the kingdom who could cut down the Great Bridge single-handedly.

No, but now we have a second person.

“Chandra Pale.”

I rolled the name that Quilière said in my mouth.

I don’t know if it’s his real name, but judging from his reaction, he was probably right.

It was information that could not be found even after investigating all directions.

Even the girl he goes with probably didn’t know.

Could it be that he was someone he knew?

“·······.”

He shut his mouth at the sudden thought.

I thought about it for a while. Am I allowed to speak of this filthy and terrible name?

Suddenly, the image of Quilière, who had been calm, came to mind, and he bit his brain.

“…Mahabharata.”

It was clearly aimed at disaster.

It was a very small whisper, but he heard it.

Disasters have no names. No, I thought there was none.

Everyone must have thought that way.

It was just a black catastrophe from birth until now.

“A saint…Is that really so?”

An expression of praise from Bleper and Netach.

If you have defeated the calamity, it is not enough to be called a saint.

In fact, some of the saints buried in the sanctuary used to be revered as saints.

However, no one, be it a saint or a saint, has ever recited the true name of disaster.

It was natural not to know.

Because disasters are far higher than saints and apostles.

“I need to find out.”

Is it really a saint?

Was the feat of expelling calamities by creating a majestic light throughout the area possible only as a saintess?

However, if it wasn’t for a saint… Nothing was as scary as that.

I haven’t even rooted out all the sins yet.

I couldn’t wash away the dishonor of humans.

To make these firecrackers, who couldn’t even properly apologize, have them clean up their sh*t…

The paladin, who had only drawn on his faith all his life, felt a chill run down his spine.

“No… You have to protect it.”

A paladin’s first priority is to protect the Grand Bridge, the apex of the kingdom.

The reason was that the Great Bridge was the closest to the sacred on this continent.

But if not.

If a closer person exists.

And so, if the hierarchy of the church is reversed…

······Perhaps a new task would arise.