I Became the illegitimate son of a duke

53 – Saint Maiden’s Trouble (4)

I was mistaken.

I made a huge mistake.

The fact that the angels rushed at the soldiers did not mean that they should be martyred.

“Where… Did you say you were sleeping?”

‘Sir…!’

Zane watches in awe as countless golden fireflies cling to Claude’s body.

The person’s body is completely covered in golden light, but mysteriously, the body and face are clearly visible.

There has never been a single person that the angels have been attached to so many times, including myself.

It was the first time I saw not only the angels, but also that person, no, the energy coming out of that person’s body.

It’s the first time I’ve seen it, yes, energy that doesn’t belong to this world is flowing out. It even feels sacred to the extent that it cannot be compared with angels.

Ah… I see… I did.

Jureureuk-

“… Huh?”

Yes, this person… I want to meet this person…

Okay, let’s live for this person from now on. It is the will of the angels and my will. Thank God.

To keep the faith by this person’s side and to send all unbelievers and hypocrites to hell, is that the fate that led me to meet this person and this person to meet me…?

‘What?’

While she was praying to God in her heart and promising her future life, Jeanne noticed something about her and felt curious about her.

I didn’t notice right away because I was distracted by the energy emanating from his body, but the room was filled with a high concentration of disgusting energy in addition to divine energy.

As soon as the sacred energy is dispersed in the air, it immediately disappears as smoke, and even an angel walking alone loses its golden color in an instant.

Come to think of it, even before I entered this room, I was in a bad mood because I felt disgusting in the castle.

‘What the hell is going on?’

“ㅡup?!”

Crying-

As soon as Jeanne looks around her with her puzzled eyes and sees the two, Chloe and Ines, she is seized with a terrible nausea.

Not only the body, but also the soul, everything that makes up Jeanne goes beyond rejecting the two and hates them.

‘What… What… What… What…!’

It’s disgusting.

It’s so disgusting.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen someone disgusting enough to vomit like this.

Although he had killed a lot of demons pretending to be priests, the energy emanating from the bodies of those demons was not up to this level. They simply spewed out an unpleasant black mist.

But the energy that radiates from the bodies of these two women is… Yes, it’s like muddy mud. It is mud made of black rotten blood soaked in soil made from weathered corpses.

‘Conscience… Human faults…’

The more Jeanne looks at the mud, the more she realizes a lot of information about the “Individuals” Of Chloe and Ines, as if gaining a revelation.

These two… Kill without remorse for profit, enjoy inflicting pain upon people, possess an undiminished wellspring of desire… All but one man, him. Doesn’t see people as human beings

aaagh!

“Heek… Heehee…”

From the mud spouting from the bodies of Chloe and Ines, the faces of countless people are created, and all of them emit the same ghastly scream. If they had a body, the sound alone would be enough to tear their throats apart.

Looking at it, Jeanne shudders and instinctively realizes that those faces are the victims of the two witches.

This, so… So many sacrifices… The lambs…

“…? Hey, the duke says—”

Chin

“Eh eh eh !!!”

No matter how long I wait, Jeanne doesn’t answer her, so Chloe puts her hand on Jeanne’s head, getting a little angry.

Then, as if she had been waiting, Jeanne poured out the contents that had been filled in her stomach. Jeanne’s body reacted with rejection to her terribly evil aura.

Even though she literally ate minimal food while she was held captive, the amount of food she regurgitated upside down was so much.

“Higyaaah!?”

“Ugh…!”

Seeing it up close, Chloe gives out a short scream with a cute voice, and Ines, who is far away, grimaces and clings to Claude’s body. Hearing this, Jeanne feels even more disgusted.

Such vicious witches… Dare to pretend to be cute to seduce him, no, the saint…!

“Disgusting bastards…!”

Yeah, now I know.

The reason why the angels rushed at the soldiers.

God ordered me to… Save the saint.

…………

“…What?”

The status changes so drastically that I can’t quite understand it.

Jeanne cried, laughed, frightened, disgusted, and soon she was disgusted. Are you crazy?

“…What kind of habit is that, in front of whom does this witch dare–“

“The witch…Is you!!!”

“Ugh?!”

Trying to correct Jeanne’s rude tone, Chloe is greatly embarrassed by Jeanne, who screams and wakes up, causing her to step backwards.

Jeanne’s face is filled with nothing but hostility and disgust, and her voice is filled with anger and passion for her faith.

Along with her physiological resistance to Jeanne, whose feelings are changing dramatically, Chloe wonders why she is being treated this way.

“Ugh…!?”

Only her eyepatch and gag were removed, but the restraints binding Jeanne’s limbs were intact.

Jeanne’s momentum is held back by her shackles that bind her limbs.

“You dare… You dare!!”

“What, what… Why is he like this…”

However, Jeanne forcibly twisted her body and slowly moved forward. Even Jeanne herself knows very well that she cannot reach Chloe unless she breaks her shackles.

All of her skin and flesh from her shackles are swept away, and her joints are stretched to their limits.

Seeing Jeanne running towards her with bloodshot eyes in her eyes, Chloe feels her grotesqueness. The self-confidence she had before is gone.

“Whoops, Chloe. I’m afraid of just that—”

“You too… You too…!”

“ㅡ Huh?”

Jeanne’s gaze turned to Ines this time, and Ines, who received her hatred-filled gaze, swallowed her breath lightly and was surprised.

Ines had been stared at by her toys filled with hatred throughout her life, but Jeanne’s was essentially different from her toys.

She doesn’t feel like she’s going to curse her when she dies, but she feels like she’s literally going to be killed right here and there.

Ines, who has worked with her restraints a lot, knows very well that Jeanne will never be able to move, but she instinctively flinches with her body.

“Stop!!”

Claude, who was worse than him, shouted loudly.

The frightened Chloe’s voice, the frightened Ines’ voice, and the hateful Jeanne’s voice are all instantly drowned out by Claude’s shouts.

After a few seconds of shouting, the same quietness returned to the room.

“… Jeanne.”

“Yes, yes… Holy Son…”

“…Saint? Nope.”

Claude suddenly has a moment of wonder that Jeanne sees him and calls her saint, but soon that doubt disappears in an instant as a mist.

Of course. Because mad people draw conclusions without any basis. If you try to talk to a crazy person, you lose only this way.

“Chloe, come here.”

“N, yes… Oppa.”

Claude calls in Chloe, who is still at a loss by Jeanne’s side.

Chloe, who was dumbfounded because her brother had never been this angry before, came to her senses at those words and went back to Claude with her gun.

“Oh no…!”

And when Jeanne saw it, she screamed even more desperately.

For a witch like that to cling to the saint’s side is something that should never happen. In other words, the Holy Son’s divinity is contaminated with dirty mud.

“Tsk… We’ll have to get him out first.”

Seeing Jeanne’s eyes shrunk to the limit, Claude clicked her tongue and shook her head.

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My intuition was wrong.

I felt like the two of us had to meet, so I created this place… I was just a pure psychopath.

I have to call the other servants and ask them to take them out-

“Another World!!”

“…What?”

Seeing Claude’s hand moved to the bell placed on the table, Jeanne realized that she would be separated from the saint who had left as it was, and squeezed her neck one last time. .

“What did you say?”

A different world…?

There is something uneasy about passing it off as just a crazy woman’s bullsh*t. It was because Jeanne, who said it was a different world, was looking straight at me with mad eyes.

‘Okay… OK… Let’s go like this… Let’s go like this…’

After confirming that she stopped Claude’s actions, Jeanne continued her words while inwardly singing her pleasure that her own choice was correct.

“Sung, you are… From another world… You are a saint…”

“…”

Claude is looking at Jeanne with suspicious eyes.

Is it just a random word, or is it questioning whether he really penetrated his identity?

“The Holy Son… The Holy Son is the two of them— oops…!”

Jeanne, who was trying to advise her saint to kill her two witches, swallowed her words again.

It was only then that I saw that the red thread, which only appeared during her marriage, was tying the three together. She has been unable to properly identify it until now because both the radiant and disgusting auras have obscured the thread.

“…What are you two doing?”

“Oh, no… I just wanted to say… You should only marry one person…”

“…”

Jeanne instinctively realized that if she recklessly said that she would have to kill her witches here, she would end up in that situation herself. It makes you gasp for breath.

Apart from Ines, this woman took it for granted that I had such a relationship with Chloe.

Wouldn’t it be the servants and attendants, but Jeanne, an outsider, can’t notice it…?

‘I need to talk a little longer.’