"All the trials, the innovations, and the research I endeavored to exhaust the infinite diseases with my limited knowledge to restore peace to my holand."
"Boom!"
In the sky, the dark, fish-scale-like clouds intertwined and collided until the crimson sky was pulled into existence by a force, forming an unmistakably loud thunderclap.
"Yet, countless corpses and sacrifices have led to nothing. Schwali relentlessly wages wars on the land plagued by diseases. Soldiers infected with disease spread it further; the Church that we once believed would strengthen its followers now whips the weak, draining their flesh and blood to build nurous Decomposition Churches. The Nobles’ castles are tightly shut; their luxurious clothes, never worn out, are discarded in bookcases, and food, even if spoiled, is not distributed because opening up would an the crazed masses would devour them as well."
"Ignorance and madness did not stop . I blocked out all distractions, firm in my belief that if I could just find the cure, all this madness would end. However, the madness driven by desire showed no signs of weakening. The bishops, under the pretense of ’Sacrifice Bladeless Knight,’ siphoned money, and under the guise of ’Hunting Witch,’ dishonored girls who had barely survived the epidemic. n, tornted by hunger and disease, were once again dragged into battles of conquest by Schwali..."
"The enemies we fought against all our lives suddenly beca their ssengers of Mother Goddess ’Bladeless Knight’ that they are grateful for, beca the Divine Envoys worthy of praise; the people we protected in a blink beca slaves exploited and dominated by them, beca demanded livestock, trampled underfoot and despised like animals..."
Fisher looked at the girl nailed to the Cross and suddenly realized that having superior magical talent was not a blessing in those tis because, due to their extrely similar nature to the Witch Species, many of them were killed unjustly, and the girl before Torga must be one of them.
"Fisher, aren’t you curious what I owe Elizabeth that made help her so much in Nali?"
"Entering the Church to enter a deep slumber carries harsh conditions. Even though my sister died hundreds of years ago due to that madness, even though her na as a devout believer of the Mother Goddess has faded, she still couldn’t enter the church because she carried the groundless charge of being executed for resisting rape... Kado, Schwali, even those smaller countries didn’t have a church that could formally allow her to rest under Mother Goddess, and Elizabeth gave that opportunity."
In the sky, the thunder roared again, a cold wind blew, the moisture gathering to form droplets ready to wash over the land.
"Drip, drop..."
Drop by drop, wisp by wisp, finally turning into a relentless curtain of rain covering the earth. Fisher moved his nose, only to sll a strong stench. Looking at his hand, he saw that the raindrops falling from the sky left fresh red marks like blood on his hand. Looking up, he realized that all this land had been dyed red by endless blood.
It was raining...
"Over ti, I gradually realized that the cause of such suffering wasn’t the Death Rot Disease, not the wars, not Elizabeth, not Blake... but ignorance. It’s an attribute etched into the frail nature of humans; irrespective of how tis change, how the world evolves, ignorance still drives humans to repeat their mistakes ti and again..."
"I don’t aim to kneel before beings of higher ranks, even Divine Gods, but I must climb, to discipline and correct their mistakes as they praised in disasters, to lead them with the truth of wisdom to avoid errors..."
Standing too in that rain of blood, Erwin, just like a hundred years ago, stood still before the Cross hanging his sister’s body, looked up at the sky of heavy rain. The Mother Goddess offered no answer to his confusion, just let the relentless rain beat down on his bird-beak mask that had once witnessed his salvation of lives, gradually embedding the mask onto his face, inch by inch, inseparably.
Beneath Fisher’s feet, behind him, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the pus big and small, the enemies Erwin fought against and the kin he protected, all flowed with the thick blood on the ground, accompanying the continuous rain and thunder, into the body of the quietly standing Erwin before him.
Only at this mont did Fisher suddenly realize that the scenes he had witnessed were not constructed by dreams at all but were all a part of Erwin’s soul!
"Boom!"
Far beyond, where the vault of heaven stretched, thunder mingled with sheets of rain, just as the Mother Goddess’ devout servant praised,
"Under the Mother Goddess’ tender gaze, your pure white mantle has caught the searing gales."
"No blade shall whip, but Death will witness and cleanse the soul’s purity."
"The punished child, foolish, unable to discern whether you are stark poison or a cure."
"Ah, respected ssenger of the Mother Goddess, the pristine Bladeless Knight!"
The foolish believer’s hymn extolling the Death Rot Disease swelled in vigor. Simultaneously, countless indistinct pieces of flesh all rged into Erwin’s body. His originally ethereal soul beca imnsely solid. Even existing beyond this world, it evoked a sense of a soul gradually uniting with the physical form—an indication that Erwin was a re step away from the Mythical Rank.
Erwin’s entire dream then beca immaculately pure, as if those filthy, repulsive pieces of flesh and the Death Rot Disease had never existed. In his dream, there were only two simple things: the cross in front of him—where his sister’s corpse was nailed—and behind it, a broken statue, its head damaged, obscuring the tender gaze of the Mother Goddess.
Erwin stood agerly before the cross until bit by bit, a cloak of the purest light, as if ford from the purest radiance in the world, began to grow from behind him.
"To seek the Truth, to shed human folly, I should forsake ethics, societal structures, the human body, na, past, and transform all I have gained and all I think into the path of the future..."
"Only strength can correct folly, and only reason can restrain desire..."
The pure white cloak fluttered amidst the storm of wind, rain, and thunder. Erwin slowly turned his head, his hands empty, carrying no tangible blade or weapon, yet he watched Fisher silently like an Apocalypse from the Mother Goddess.
Before him stood not the enemy he once knew by na but rather one crowned with a noble title due to its terrifying rampage and the followers’ foolishness.
In despair, they sang praises of this rciless plague, naively deeming it a ssenger sent by the Mother Goddess to punish her beloved children...
He was Erwin, the Pristine Bladeless Knight.
"Fisher, it’s just us now, co."
"..."
Fisher remained silent, his magic growing brighter and intensifying until the Magic Ring Count escalated, emitting an extrely dangerous hue.
"Rustle~"
Accompanying the flutter of the pure white cloak, the next mont, the world beca colorless.
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