Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 112 : Propagation.

The leader, who had returned to the church, trembled with unbearable anger.

"Gaaah!!!"

A scream filled with anger burst out, and he looked at his aged hand several times and then put it down, repeating the action.

"Never again...! I will never lose it again."

He, who had roughly swept back his white hair, looked at a corner of the room.

"Pamela..."

"...My Yante."

Pamela, who had been watching the leader's mad appearance with bated breath from the corner, bowed her head even more at the sound of his voice calling her.

"The plan has gone awry..."

The leader's eyes, who had slowly approached Pamela, were filled with desire.

The leader, who was slowly bending his body toward her, who was prostrated on the floor.

Pamela clenched her hands on the floor to stop them from trembling at the approaching old man's shadow.

"I was going to make our Pamela the Holy Mother of the believers..."

"..."

Her back tingled with goosebumps at the touch of the leader's hand as he slowly stroked Pamela's hair.

"To do that, shouldn't I become a person worthy of our Pamela?"

"...I will believe, follow, and love Yante, no matter what you look like."

"Khukuk... yes, our Pamela. You are beautiful. Beautiful..."

As a slender voice uttered beautiful words from her throat, the corner of the leader's mouth rose with satisfaction.

"Yes... our Pamela. Do you remember what I said?"

"...Yes."

"Right. You just have to remember that."

"Yes. Yante."

At the leader's words, Pamela pressed her forehead to the ground and showed her obedience.

"If you believe and follow me, I will promise you eternal life, no, a higher position than that."

Power was put into every word of the leader, who was emphasizing his words by spreading one hand wide.

It was a voice so excited that it was hard to believe that he was the one who had been acting so wickedly just a moment ago.

"Thank you."

"Get up."

As the leader, who had been stroking Pamela's hair lovingly, suddenly ordered her to get up, she just hesitated and couldn't raise her head.

"..."

"I said get up!!!"

As the leader finally let out a roar, she, who had been prostrated on the floor, slowly got up.

"Khukuk... you are always beautiful. Beautiful..."

The leader, who was slowly stroking the cheek of Pamela who was standing there hesitantly.

Pamela smiled awkwardly at his touch.

"Now, turn around..."

The old man, who had taken her hand, took a step back from Pamela.

"No, no..."

But the leader stopped Pamela, who was awkwardly taking a step to turn around at his words.

"Right, dance. Dance!"

The leader who was ordering her to dance. Following his command, Pamela lightly held the end of her priest's robe and began to spin and dance on the spot.

Her expression, who was performing a soulless dance like a puppet in a puppet show, was smiling, but it was somehow sad.

"Khukuk... good... good..."

The smile never left the leader's lips as he watched Pamela's dance.

***

Aman and Hasel were searching the surroundings to find the mercenary guild members who had left.

But it was by no means an easy task to find them.

"No, what in the world! Where did they go in just one day!?"

"That's what I'm saying. Ha... where in the world did those who didn't even take a carriage go?"

Lucas had definitely said that they had left this place on foot, without taking a carriage.

He had said that they had burned all the luggage they had when they had sent their comrades off.

But no matter how much they searched the distance they could have gone in a day, they couldn't find them.

"Where in the world are you!!!"

Aman, who was standing in the middle of the forest, shouted as if he were frustrated, and the surprised Hasel quickly covered his ears.

"What!?"

"No, father. Isn't that right? They're not in the village... and they didn't even take a single item that could be tracked..."

As the surprised Hasel glared at him, Aman placed both arms on his hips and stomped his foot.

"I'm curious about that too, you bastard. It's not like there's a mage among them..."

"Ah, there is a mage."

"What!?"

Hasel's eyes widened at Aman's indifferent answer.

"But he's the kind of person who can't even use light magic."

Aman quickly added at Hasel's fierce reaction. The Sament that Aman had mentioned was definitely a mage.

But his level was just too low.

"What kind of mage is that! Last time I saw, even a passing mutt could use light magic!"

Hasel turned his head and got angry at Aman's words.

Aman was dumbfounded at Hasel's words.

Light magic that even a passing mutt could use?

"...What kind of lame joke is that?"

"Shut up."

As Aman raised an eyebrow and sneered, Hasel raised a hand and quickly stopped his words.

He didn't know how Aman would act up again if he left him alone.

"Ha... I need to know who gave that bead."

He had already thoroughly checked the crime scene to see if there were any remaining traces.

But someone had come and had erased the traces even more, and the scene was so clean as if nothing had happened.

"...Let's go back."

"Huh? You're going back?"

Aman, who was casting a tracking magic again just in case, immediately cut off the magic.

Going back? He hadn't found anything!

"Right. What can we do? There are no traces right now. And if they're the kind of big-shot bastards who can make that kind of item, they'll show themselves again soon."

Hasel knew that it was better to retreat when things didn't work out. Just like not trying to force out a word that was on the tip of his tongue but wouldn't come out.

"Ha, who knows how many more of those beads there are?"

But Aman wanted to find those bastards right away and tear them to pieces.

"No, there aren't. That was a bead that would have taken months to make, even if the demon king had come and had made it."

"So?"

Aman pouted his lips at Hasel's firm words. Hasel's words must be right.

Aman had only heard stories about the demons, but he had never actually seen them.

The knowledge in Aman's head was at the level of knowledge he had only read and heard in books, but Hasel was the one who had seen and had experienced all those times.

"But now that the demons are not on the ground, they made that many beads? No matter what kind of artifact they have, it would have been difficult to make it in a short period of time."

Hasel's brow furrowed and then smoothed out several times as he explained calmly.

He must also be disgusted by anything related to the demons.

"How can you be so sure?"

"...Do you want to act up again?"

Hasel's blood pressure was gradually rising at Aman's behavior, which was like a question mark murderer who repeated his questions.

"Isn't that right! What if they made several of those beads over several years?"

-Boom!

"Gaaah!"

In the end, Hasel, who had blocked Aman's unstoppable mouth with force, dusted off his hands.

"It doesn't matter how many they made. We just have to find them and destroy them all."

He continued to speak dryly, dusting off his hands. Without even glancing at Aman, who was rolling on the floor and feigning pain.

"...Ha, you're so easy."

[Isn't that what our race does?]

The dragon language flowed from Hasel's mouth at Aman's words. The dragon language that flowed from his mouth echoed through the quiet forest like a song.

[The Lord God who created us... must have had a reason.]

Hasel, who had finished speaking, quietly looked up at the sky once.

[Whatever that reason is...]

"Why are you suddenly acting so cool?"

Aman, who couldn't stand the cheesiness of Hasel's appearance, finally dug his own grave.

"You, come here. You bastard."

"Gaaah!!!"

***

"That holy water that the Resurrection Cult gave out last time."

"Oh, the holy water!"

The people gathered in the square were talking about the holy water they had received from the Resurrection Cult last time.

"Right. I put a drop of that holy water in my food every day, and my headache went away completely."

"You too? I thought my shoulder got better because I rested a little, but now I see it's all thanks to the holy water."

Everyone was smacking their lips, thinking of the now empty holy water bottle, as they had all personally experienced its miraculous effects.

"Ha... why doesn't the Resurrection Cult come to our territory?"

"That's what I'm saying. No, I heard that the lord prevented the Resurrection Cult from coming?"

"Huh? Is that really true?"

The man, who had heard the words, let out a hollow breath as if he were at a loss for words.

"Why? It doesn't seem like the Resurrection Cult is a bad thing."

As the man defended the Resurrection Cult, the others standing next to him began to nod their heads and agree with his words.

"Right, my relative is a member of the Resurrection Cult, and they do so many good things."

"And you don't have to pay a tithe, right?"

"Huh? A tithe too?"

People's eyes widened at the fact that they didn't even ask for a tithe, which all temples demanded!

"That's what I'm saying. They say they don't force it."

"Right, I heard that too. That's why the believers pay a tithe as they can afford it."

As everyone began to utter a word of the knowledge they had about the Resurrection Cult, the conversation began to heat up.

"Where is that? Baron Rumata, who is in the neighboring territory, is a very devout believer."

"Hoho... even the nobles?"

Even the nobles, who were cautious about angering the other gods, were members of the Resurrection Cult!

It was a problem on a different level from the fact that whatever the rich used looked good.

"Right, come closer."

"..."

The man, who was talking about the baron of the neighboring territory, lowered his voice and gestured carefully, and the people carefully brought their ears to him.

"That baroness... she had a chronic illness, didn't she?"

The man's voice became as low as it could possibly be.

"They say that chronic illness is completely gone."

The man, who had put emphasis on the last words as if he were telling the incredible conclusion of the story, straightened up and let out a small cough.

"I-is that really true? That... wasn't that a serious mental illness she got after her daughter died?"

The story of the Rumata Barony was a famous story that not only the people living in the neighboring territories, but also the commoners living in the capital, all knew.

The incident where the only daughter of Baron Rumata had broken off her engagement before her wedding and had taken her own life.

It was a good story for the commoners to chew on, as it was a story of the nobles that felt distant to them, and it was a good gossip for the nobles, disguised as pity.

"That's what I'm saying!"

The barony had fallen into ruin as a result of that shock.

It was a shock to everyone that not only had his only daughter died, but the man on the other side had not even attended the funeral, saying that the woman he was going to marry instead of her might feel bad.

"Ha, really... to even cure a mental illness!"

Now people were openly expressing their favor for the Resurrection Cult, which was beyond curiosity.

"Hello?"

As the people were standing in the square and talking for a long time, a polite voice came from behind them.

"Huh!? A-aren't you a priest of the Resurrection Cult?"

What a coincidence!

People began to express a dramatic favor, as if they had met someone they had admired right in front of them.

"Haha, you're so welcoming... may Yante's blessing be with you."

"Ooh, priest. We were just talking about the Resurrection Cult. Are you finally coming to Citata?"

At the man who had stepped forward and had poured out his words like a machine gun, the priest smiled brightly, closing his eyes.

"Unfortunately, our Resurrection Cult... cannot come to Citata."

"No, why!?"

"Hmm... I'll just say that we were not welcomed."

People knew very well what the priest's words meant. Then people clapped their hands and said, 'I knew it.'

"But there is an opportunity for us to be with you, so we have come here."

"What is that?"

The man's face brightened at the priest's words, and he asked.

"Haha, don't be so hasty. We will be giving a speech at the 'Comfortable Inn' tonight, so please come and share some good words with us."

The priest, who had finished speaking, took out several small holy water bottles from his bosom and began to hand them to the people.

"I'll definitely go!"

The people held the holy water bottles they had received tightly in their hands.

(End of Chapter)