Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

28 – Secret – 1

What the word civil war means. It was very simple.

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Since time immemorial, the word civil war has been used as slang for sacrifice among pagans.

The expression of starting a civil war meant preparing a sacrifice to their god, and the expression of ending the civil war with victory was in line with the meaning of a successful sacrifice.

There are dozens of officially recognized religious groups in the current kingdom, but if you add in those that spread unofficially, it’s hard to even estimate the number.

Although each of these informally spread religious groups differed in the way they worshiped their gods and the number of followers, they shared only one common set of values.

It was the inner meaning implied in the word civil war.

It was unbearable for me, who still clearly remembers where the sweetfish originated, so such a religious group contacted the discoverer, Charlotte, and exterminated it.

Christine? He openly says that he is offering sacrifices, but he doesn’t use slang like that.

I have one thing to say. If the word civil war these motherfuckers use really means the slang I know.

“Aren’t you going to answer me?”

That everyone who was here would have been offered as a living sacrifice.

“answer……?”

Elliot and the two knights behind him were staring at me blankly. It was a face like a doll slowly losing its self.

This was a sign that his mind was being consumed by something. I still have a lot left to ask. I couldn’t help it. I hope they didn’t train their heads.

I clenched my fist. I spread my legs slightly and took a step back. I accelerated by stepping my left foot forward as much as the distance I had stepped back.

He threw his right arm back as hard as he could, then put strength on his back foot, turned his back, and thrust it forward as if he were shooting, putting his fist into Elliot’s cheek.

baek! Elliott’s large body fell backwards with a crackling sound.

“What have you guys been doing here?”

“This, bastard…… big…… answer……”

For a moment, his tone seemed to return to normal, and then he sighed when he heard the horse’s tail slowly drop again.

ate it up It was clear that there was a trigger and that I triggered it and shattered my mind. It was a common magic to prevent information leakage.

First of all, it was urgent to find out what type of religious group these were.

The reason why the pagans offered sacrifices was divided into three.

The first is to enhance their strength and ability by offering sacrifices. The second is to curse someone or somewhere by offering a sacrifice.

And the third and most dangerous reason is to summon something that will make something they desire come true by offering a sacrifice.

Doubt had turned to almost certainty. These must have taken all the city dwellers and sacrificed them somewhere.

The pagans, the subjects of which, would be the group of Scarface who were wandering around earlier, the humans who are now left in the manor’s mansion, and the three knights here as a bonus.

The inner meaning of the phrase, “There was a guy still wandering around outside” that one of the gang had been struggling with, has now been analogized.

I thought it was all sacrificed, but it must have meant that there was someone out there.

Kartina… … To be honest, it was long.

The reason I put Serena next to Cartina was because if it was Cartina who did this, it would be much more reliable to have Serena next to her.

After doing this to the whole city, only Kartina was in a position to cover it up.

“Ha. Well, good.”

I didn’t expect them to answer anyway. If Kartina is really the culprit, they are just meat shields deprived of their minds.

The real one will be hidden somewhere. Yeah, like the lord’s fucking mansion.

Once you start to doubt, everything doesn’t look good, and it was even suspicious that Kartina induced us to talk in the mansion.

It was because the possibility that the invitation itself was a trap, such as forcibly activating the sacrifice magic circle the moment we set foot in the mansion, could not be ruled out.

Leaving Elliott and the rest of us who were completely frozen in place, we approached the reception desk he had destroyed.

I rummaged through the smashed and scorched debris to see if there were any clues, but I couldn’t find anything to say about how thoroughly Elliott had destroyed it.

At this point, I wanted to find something here even if it was coming. Everything else fits roughly, but there were so many actions that didn’t make sense with common sense here.

Whether it’s a window that was needlessly carefully blocked, or a front door that I don’t know why it’s closed.

At first, I thought this building was used to hide from the people who had risen up all over the city, but since it turned out that wasn’t the case, it was clear that there must be a reason for doing this.

Kartina and Serena must have gone down to the basement, so the only thing left is the parlor on the second and third floors.

“I have to go up.”

The question was whether to go alone or to invite Serena to go with her.

Seeing that there was no sound of fighting in the basement yet, it meant that at least Kartina was faithfully fulfilling her role as the lord of the city.

Enough to keep Serena from grinding the first bread.

Once again, I looked at Elliott’s group, who were frozen in place.

What was the trigger that caused the state to change like that? Someone pointing out inconsistencies in memory? Doubt your own memory?

First of all, since they suddenly lost their selves, it was clear that they were involved in this sacrificial ritual, whether voluntarily or unintentionally.

At that moment, they raised their heads at the same time. It was such a sudden action that I flinched in surprise as I watched.

I looked in the direction their eyes were pointing to see if there was something, but there was nothing there.

The creaking of the wooden floor echoed. The three knights lowered their heads again and started moving at the same time as before.

Equally put out the left foot, and equally put out the right foot. His upper body barely moved. The movement was so identical that it made me feel uncomfortable.

Two low-ranking knights left the door first, followed by Elliott and stopped. And turned his head towards me.

My body was facing the front, but I turned my head and looked at me, so I heard a popping sound from the joints in my neck.

“What do you see?”

I didn’t give up and tried to fight back. The two eyes crossed each other.

“He is coming soon.”

“He?”

Elliot’s tone had changed again. If before, he had been forcibly squeezing words out of his throat, now it was as if someone were speaking instead. He sneered and spoke.

“Is that bastard god again, you heretic bastard? You must be crazy, really. No matter how much you suck at that shit, if the king of this country gets caught, it’s the same thing?”

“He is coming soon.”

Elliot, as if having said what he had to say, turned his head again to look straight ahead, then walked away. There was still silence, and only Scarface’s arms and head fell to the floor.

The clenched fists trembled. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I don’t know since when those pagan bastards encroached on this place.

Religion is understandable. No, it’s not to the extent that I can understand it, but rather, I don’t think it’s bad to have at least one if you’re a normal person.

Even though it has never been fully revealed, God really exists. In the past, there were times when I received help directly from God.

Wasn’t Christine given a separate divine power from me because her faith in me was so serious?

If you dig closely, I was a kind of god. God in the general sense, not in the figurative sense, because of his super-regenerative powers and immortality.

However, those pagan bastards were not supposed to associate with each other. Putting everything else aside, looking back at where the concept of paganism came from, I couldn’t understand it either rationally or emotionally.

“My lord, I have something to tell you.”

As I tried to suppress my anger and think about what to do in the future, I heard Serena calling. Just like when I went down, I was striding up the stairs in the basement.

I was about to ask what was going on, but when I saw that the side was empty, I hesitated.

“What about Kartina?”

“Disappeared. It is assumed that the teleportation spell was activated.”

“Teleportation?”

“Yes. And this. I found it in the basement.”

Serena held out something in her hand. It was crumpled and torn paper. I took it and looked around.

It was only a torn corner, so it was impossible to recognize the entire magic circle, but it was certain that something had been drawn on it.

It was hard to judge this with my knowledge. I can barely detect any remaining mana. In this case, it was better to rely on Serena’s intuition.

“Is this… a scroll? It’s all torn and only a part remains?”

“I’m not very versed in magic, so I can’t be sure, but my feeling is that it’s probably a sacrificial ritual. Whether it was ripped intentionally or accidentally.”

“Is this the place where the sacrifice was made?”

“It seems so.”

“If this is really a sacrificial ritual, those windows…”

Then, as I glanced at the wooden boards pasted to the window, Serena nodded as if she knew what I was going to say next.

“It was done that way, not to keep the outside from coming in, but to keep the outside from looking in. To cover up what was happening here.”