Chapter 159
“Then what about us?”
“Are we going to be cursed along with the Lord?”
The sincere prayers that had been offered for Ragnar just moments before were now nowhere to be found. The eyes of the people of the domain rolled around in anxiety.
“Didn’t everyone cough up blood like that when this land was cursed in the past?”
The incident in the past, during the Fairy Hunt, where people who ate crops harvested from the land where fairy blood had been scattered coughed up blood and died again, was a fear that was forever engraved in their memories.
“C-can’t only… the Lord be punished?”
The voice of the man who said this in a hurried tone was rather low. It was because he was aware that it was a thing that needed to be said while looking around.
“The Lord was the one who broke his vow on his own, so I can’t be held responsible for it too.”
“Should we… should we offer the Lord as a sacrifice?”
It was a familiar line of thought. It was the other side of the results of how the laws of Impellias had intimidated and controlled them until now. At this moment, they were not hesitant to throw the first thing that posed a threat to their order as a sacrifice.
“But can we even make the Lord a sacrifice?”
At someone’s question, everyone looked at each other.
They had never experienced a person of high status, a man with authority and military power, being made a sacrifice.
It was unfamiliar and strange. And what was strange was always an inauspicious thing that threatened order.
It was an unnatural thing.
Silence fell once more. The glances they exchanged were now quite different from the first ones. What remained after the sorrow and lamentation was a familiar gaze, searching for a target.
“…Who is the woman?”
It was as if something had finally opened up. Everyone’s faces relaxed little by little, and their voices grew rougher and louder.
“That’s right! We have to find that woman!”
“Was she a maid from the Lord’s castle? Are you sure about that?”
“Whoever she is, if we catch her this time, let’s tear her limbs apart in front of the temple.”
“She clearly tried to tempt the Lord and corrupt him!”
“That b***h must have been the one who wagged her tail first. Right?”
“Of course. What kind of person is our Lord?”
“If we catch that wench and burn her, God will surely forgive the Lord.”
“What if, what if.”
Someone spoke as if screaming.
“It might be the work of a heretic or a sect!”
Heretic.
At the word that dropped between them like a bomb, they all inhaled sharply. A moment later, short screams, curses, and the name of the saint and short prayers erupted simultaneously.
With that, everything was explained. How many attempts had heretics and sects made to tempt their steadfast Lord and destroy his soul?
He was a Lord who had never disappointed them for a long time. He must have been completely and utterly possessed by something malicious.
No matter how great a Holy Knight he was, Ragnar was a man in his prime. There would have been no way for him not to succumb to things that were determined to tempt him. Therefore, Ragnar was innocent.
“Let’s catch and burn it.”
A man who had already reached his conclusion said, his eyes burning with hatred.
Now all this hatred had become justified.
It was an act of protecting the Lord and Rosenburg at the same time. It had loyalty, faith, and moral justification. Their anger was righteous, and their hearts were burning.
“Let’s root out the heretics.”
“We have to find that wench. Only then will the Lord live, and we will live.”
“She must have tried to eat away at the Lord’s soul and turn this holy land into a land of heretics!”
“Oh, Rosenburg, Impellias.”
“Let’s inform Theogrim!”
At someone’s words, everyone nodded.
“Theogrim will help us. He is a man of faith.”
“That’s right. He will do everything for the Lord.”
“He will listen to our story!”
The people of the domain got up in a hurry. They could not delay for another moment.
While there were still plenty of people praying with tears in front of the temple, a group of angry people rushed to the castle.
Late at night.
“……”
Ragnar, who had been lying in the center of the bed, quietly opened his eyes.
A deep darkness had settled.
He narrowed his brow slightly the moment he opened his eyes. It was a habit that came out almost reflexively.
“It seems you are more fit to live than I worried.”
At the sudden sound of a voice, he turned his head. Far away from the bed, the eyes that watched him unswervingly in the darkness belonged to the priest Carmen.
Ragnar drew a line between his eyebrows again without answering. As if satisfied with his appearance, Carmen smiled slightly.
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