NOVEL NEXT chapter 52
52 – Saint Maiden’s Trouble (3)
“Eup… Eup…!”
“…Kuh.”
Jeanne has her limbs bound with ropes, an eyepatch over her eyes, and a gag over her mouth.
Simon, who led the riot forces, looked down at Jeanne, the culprit behind all of this, and bit her molars.
“You’re making this kind of thing…! Tie it up so it doesn’t run away!”
“…Yes!!”
As expected, the group of fanatics was annihilated.
It is annihilation, not in the military sense, but in the literal sense of the word.
The soldiers won an overwhelming victory, but the memory of them resisting until the end remains in their memory and they are unable to enjoy the victory.
This wasn’t a victory, it was a slaughter.
[Kill me! Kill me!!]
‘Crazy b*tch…’
When all the fanatics in her way were removed and the witch was left alone, this witch rushed at us screaming with madness in her eyes. She was carrying only one dagger.
Of course, the soldiers immediately subdued her and her whole body was restrained, but this b*tch continued to make a fuss about her martyrdom until her mouth was gagged. Only the answer from the head of the fanatics
“Don’t let anyone get close to this b*tch. No, put her in jail and give me the key to that prison.”
“Yes, I understand!”
This false saint, no, witch is very beautiful. Even Simon, who had been in contact with countless women, was at the point of reading his soul and staring at her.
Even if her mouth is gagged and her eyes are covered with eye patches, her beauty does not die, but rather blooms in a strange direction, exuding a decadent charm.
It is very easy to predict what will happen to soldiers who have little contact with women when they see such a defenseless and yet so beautiful woman. To prevent any mishap, Simon gives orders to the soldiers.
“And what about the soldiers who arrested this witch?”
“Each of them is resting in the barracks. According to the military surgeon, they are exhausted physically and mentally.”
“…Really? Look closely, comrade.”
“Yes!!”
The soldiers who arrested the witch immediately fell dizzy and her face suddenly turned pale in her stunned state.
I called an army doctor to see him, but he was exhausted mentally and physically… Ha, that’s understandable. Because he went through a terrible hell road full of fanatics.
Those who don’t know the truth will laugh at them or point fingers at them for not being manly, but they won’t because they know how terrible the soldiers here are. Me too.
“The report is… Written.”
Simon gets sick at the thought of writing a report.
Because Simon’s orders from Claude were to disperse the mob, send them back to work, and capture the fake saintess alive.
The latter accomplished its mission perfectly, but the former failed miserably. They killed them all without leaving a single person behind.
His Excellency Arras would have trusted me and entrusted me with this task… To think that the first battle in which he fully took command ended in failure like this, the first impression is always important in everything, and the Duke would lose a lot of points. sh*t.
………..
“… Huh?”
Claude is not reading a report made in the traditional way full of rhetoric, but a reformed report with only the necessary information written concisely.
“You killed them all?”
The content of the report is so horrifying that it gives you a stomach ache.
Aside from the fanatical behavior of the rioters, who move even when stabbed or disfigured, the total number of rioters who joined the riot was roughly 500… So they killed them all?
“The mob was in a state where they were all possessed by a fake saint and were unable to make a normal decision… Their morale did not diminish at all even when they were hit by weapons, and they all resisted until the last person—”
What bullsh*t is this?
Of course, humans are animals that refuse to die for their beliefs… But that doesn’t mean everyone chose death. Even 500 uneducated pre-modern farmers.
“Maybe the commander slowed down?”
This is what Ines said while reading the report together.
Ines seemed to be puzzled by this result as well, her voice filled with perplexity.
“It could be, but… He was recommended by Arras.”
In a normal situation, I would have thought of the commander’s sabotage or incompetence first. However, the commander in question was the person Arras had nominated as his successor.
There’s no way he’s a person designated by Arras who has a better military outlook than I do. Clearly there is something.
“Everyone… Was possessed by a false saint.”
Looking over the report slowly again, the sentence about being possessed by a fake saint stands out in particular.
It is not impossible.
Because fanatical beliefs close to brainwashing are close to drugs for people.
Even in modern times, when everyone is highly educated, there are still people who are obsessed with pseudoscience.
Wasn’t this fake saint who once slept was a devout believer who went to church every day to pray in an orphan whose origins were unknown?
That basically means that you have a lot of theological knowledge. No matter how pseudo it is, basic theological knowledge is required… Well, the possibilities are focused that way.
“I’m in the process of arresting a fake saint who ran amok to the end and sending her to Dijon, so I want to prepare…”
Instinct is strongly alarming.
It’s common sense to meet a traitor with his subordinates, but this time I have a strong feeling that’s not the case.
First of all… Shall we ask to meet alone?
“With all the other attendants sent out, we’ll have to meet ourselves.”
“Huh?”
“That’s right, brother. That’s better.”
However, the plan quickly falls apart.
Chloe and Ines say that the three of them should meet the fake saintess as if they were seeing through my thoughts.
“But since this is about meeting a rebel, you guys are a little—”
“”Can’t I…?””
“ㅡ… Instead, you should stay calm.”
“”Yes!!””
I can’t stand it because I’m attacking from both sides with teary eyes and a voice that makes me cry.
…If you stay calm, it’ll be fine.
Everyone… They’re a bit eccentric on the inside, but they’re not like that in front of me.
…………
‘Failed… Failed…’
“Come out.”
You should have been martyred. He must have been martyred.
What was the reason why the angels surrounded the soldiers?
Isn’t it clear that he meant to be martyred by the soldiers?
He showed me the way, telling me that if I ran into the soldiers, I could go to his side, and that I should quickly become a martyr.
But… Being caught like this, I can’t even be martyred… No… No… No… No… No… No-
“Come out!!”
“Ugh…!”
Seeing no sign of Jeanne moving no matter how long she waits, Simone annoyedly grabs Jeanne by her body and pulls her upright.
Originally, a soldier should do this, but as I said before, it was clear that something unpleasant would happen if the soldier was entrusted with it, so Simon, the commander, escorts the criminal himself.
“Can’t you hear me… Uh… Huh?”
Wobbling
“Your Excellency!!”
Simon, who forced Jeanne to stand up, suddenly feels dizzy.
It’s fortunate that I managed to get to the wall, but if there wasn’t a wall, I would have rolled to the ground right away.
Suddenly, the soldiers around Simon rush to help him.
“I’m… I’m fine. Kw…”
‘What is it?’
Simon is trying to pretend to be calm on the outside, but on the inside he is terribly confused.
As soon as she came into contact with this witch in her hostile state, her mind, along with her terrible guilt, became a mist and scattered, and the scattered and emptied parts of her were filled with piety and holiness instead of her original spirit. Filled.
‘What… Is this person?’
But… Somehow… I have to put up with this dizziness.
I have to show this saintess to the duke myself. Otherwise, the images damaged by the failure of the first operation will not be able to be recovered.
…………
“Eup! Ugh!!”
“Good work, Simon.”
“It is my… Duty, Your Highness.”
Simon led the fake saint to the room prepared in advance… But it doesn’t look very good for some reason.
You can see clearly from a distance that his face is very pale and he is dripping with sweat.
“That… Go in and rest quickly. It doesn’t look too good.”
“No…No. This is my duty and I have to stay by the saintess’ side…”
“Saint?”
“Ah, no… A fake saint… Yes, a fake saint…”
Seeing that he doesn’t understand what he said, it seems that he’s really in a very serious condition.
“Go in quickly and rest.”
“Yes, yes… Thank you…”
At my repeated orders, Simon reluctantly nods his head and leaves.
If you’re sick like that, you can leave it to the soldiers, but it seems that the operation failed to bother you enough to come here.
“Eup! Ugh!!”
“…”
When Simon goes outside, only the groaning of a gagged fake saintess twisting her body can be heard in her room.
Only his eyes and mouth are closed, but his ears are still intact, so he must have known that he was already broken, but he still resists to the end even after coming to this point… Tsk.
“Stay still, if you don’t want to get hurt.”
Chloe slowly removes the blindfold and gag from Jeanne.
As I said in my request, it seems that it has no intention of causing harm, so its hand movements are very delicate.
“…Oh.”
As the blindfold and gag come off, a beautiful woman appears.
The blue eyes are like jewels, and the small closed mouth merges with the small nose to exude a cute charm.
Yellow hair is very beautiful even though it is very dirty from not washing it. It is as if dusty gold emits a brilliant light.
“Where… Did you say you were sleeping?”
I can’t believe that such a beautiful girl could do such a terrible thing.
Well… Appearance and personality are not in proportion, so it could be
Jureureuk-
“… Huh?”
She’s a girl who’s been such a fuss until just now, so when her mouth is free, she just knows how to say something.
Begging for life, asking to be killed, or something roughly like that.
But… This girl, Jeanne, didn’t.
From the moment her eye patch came off, she kept her mouth shut and looked straight at me, and then she burst into tears.
…What is it?