I Became the Snow Woman I Made

39 – Destiny Starts (3)

Disdel was the most developed capital of the nearby satellite cities. The temple where the Great Bridge resides is usually a sanctuary visited by many believers and pilgrims, but there were a lot of toxic people today.

─The proof ceremony is held for the first time in 15 years!

It was due to extensive propaganda.

Drive of divine things. It was a topic that even quite a few priests and priests would be fascinated by.

Even the subject was the hottest red catastrophe in recent years.

The hall of the temple heated up with the interest of the citizens.

I carefully looked around.

“·······.”

On the platform past the colonnades that are silently resting on the roof. There was a woman in a castle dress.

Her long, veiled hair draped down in front of her shoulders, giving her a very elegant look.

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I was able to figure out her true identity just by the buzz around her.

Ambassador Clavia.

“…Mmm.”

I’ve never heard of that name.

Face to face with Hana, a reluctance emerged from the other side of my memory.

Why is this girl here.

“I never thought I’d be able to see the life proof ceremony right in front of me…”

The muttering of the citizens touched my ears.

“Daesagyo-nim is noble today.”

“That red catastrophe…Is indeed as ominous as the rumors say.”

“Rather than that, who the hell is that prover?”

It was messy with all sorts of gossip.

I saw the outer shell of the hall.

“·······.”

A woman with her arms crossed and her legs crossed.

Only Nell was left alone.

Perhaps she could hear the whispers directed at her, her expression was not good.

“Please be quiet.”

At that time, a clear voice resounded like a bell.

A word from Clavia stopped the commotion in the hall. She looked at me with a smile.

“My name is Archbishop Clavia Well Deira. She holds an undeserved position.”

“Quillière.”

We exchanged brief self-introductions.

Clavia naturally continued.

“Could you please tell me where you are from? Where are you from?”

On the surface, there seemed to be not the slightest hint of malice.

However, because I knew her true nature, her reply did not come out well.

“You don’t have to know.”

“No, how rude to the Archbishop…!”

“Your behavior is not right.”

The followers made a fuss at my words.

In that instant, I witnessed. Clavia’s tanned expression for a moment.

She came back quickly and made a smile.

“Is that so… Well, it’s not the most important part. Before the ceremony, I’ll outline it.”

Her determined gaze scanned the crowd.

Silence returned. Clavia’s lips softened.

“The Red Calamity, Nel Sartilla. She has a peculiar appearance. Her red hair and red eyes. And long beastly fangs. Everyone knows why she got that nickname.”

She put her cheeks on her cheeks saying she was sorry.

Nell gritted his teeth.

“Not only that, but she also possesses overwhelming power. Everyone knows about the flooding event. Anyone present that day will understand.”

Some of the citizens nodded.

The Great Bridge, who had glimpsed them, put strength into his voice.

“The problem… Is that this is not the end. Surprisingly, the most important things remain. In fact, she is the cause of what is called a disaster.”

Everyone was only watching her mouth.

Clavia conveyed her core with careful attention to each syllable.

“The habit of drinking other people’s blood and curses that create sin in people. Everyone knows the former, and there are eyewitness accounts of the latter. It’s really scary. It’s hard to call it a human.”

After that, she looked at me.

Her mouth is slightly twisted.

No one noticed. Because everyone was busy talking.

“I finally understand.”

“How did such a monster come into being…”

Lamentation of the uplifted.

Nell’s face grew more stern. She looked at me for a moment.

Their eyes met.

“·······.”

I just nodded, and Nell blinked her eyes.

Clavia has succeeded in forming negative public opinion. However, when the proof was made, everything would be turned upside down.

“Speak straight.”

She squeezed her mouth and let out a cold, sweet voice.

“Straight?”

“It was Nell’s credit for her flooding. It was almost solved by her alone.”

She subtly removed only the disadvantageous part and sat down.

Clavia froze for a moment, then she agreed.

“…That’s right. In the end, it was the right thing. But what about conscientiously? Did she really have a heart to help people?”

“──This!”

Everyone’s heads turned.

Nell was biting her lip as if swallowing her anger.

“This bird… A woman! Of course she had the intention to help, but then she would have saved her life with the intention of killing her! Think about it—”

“Stop.”

Clavia interrupted Nell’s cry.

She said firmly.

“You cannot participate in the ceremony unless you are the attestor. Please be quiet.”

“What? No. I am the party—”

“There are no exceptions.”

Only the proposer of the ceremony challenges the proof.

It was the law of the kingdom full of bravado.

It would be absurd from Nel’s point of view.

There must have been a way for her to prove it herself. However, even if she proposed, who would have listened to her words as a wanted person?

In the end, it was the authority of the ambassador to host the ceremony.

“Nell.”

“Why?”

“Leave it to me.”

Nell’s complex eyes twitched.

She may have a lot to say with her own mouth, but this one suited me better than her.

Her Because no one knows more about her than I do.

“······You.”

After barely uttering one syllable, Nel shut her mouth.

I looked around the Grand Bridge.

“It was Nell’s will that saved the people.”

“Is that so?”

Clavia pointed to one side unfazed.

“Then let’s begin. Touch the orb.”

The orb of truth placed on the oracle.

The national treasure and sacred object of the kingdom gave off a brilliant light. I looked at it and put my hand on her.

───!

A strange feeling came up.

It felt like my chest was being dug out.

“Do you know how to prove it?”

“I know.”

There was nothing difficult. ‘Cause you just have to say it

I swallowed and took a deep breath.

The important thing here was not Nell’s behavioral ideology.

Something more fundamental than that. I had to come up with a setting that could resolve the misunderstanding.

The orb cried as she blew her magic.

“Nell is not a disaster.”

The bomb exploded right away.

Ripples spread across the orb, and she turned to gold. Gold meant truth, black meant lies.

The whole area was in shock.

“!”

“It’s not a disaster, it’s a sub-species called a vampire. It’s similar to a dwarf or a desert fairy.”

Basically, yes.

In the first place, aren’t all humanoids classified as sub-species if they have characteristics that are different from humanoids?

“What…!”

“Looking at her, her foreboding and fear is literally a curse. She’s not her fault.”

The orb was golden in color.

There is not a single lie. It was a representation of God.

Silence spread throughout the hall.

No one could wear a toe, and neither did Daegyo.

“And vampirism…”

My remarks went on for a while.

I covered Nell’s faults and shame with my knowledge and confidence. Everyone listened in amazement.

The color of the orb was uniform, and even after my words stopped, silence hung over her temple.

Clavia raised the corner of her mouth and broke her silence.

“…I understand. I think there was a mistake. But that doesn’t solve the problem.”

“Why?”

“Because the curse can’t be helped. As the ruler of the Archdiocese, I can’t release such a person into the world—”

“It’s possible.”

The momentum has already passed.

The moment the ceremony was allowed, it was a game I could not lose. Clavia’s brow twisted.

“What…?”

“The curse can be solved.”

“That can’t be…”

A tone of disbelief.

I didn’t have to say anything. Because Shinmul stood for a clear ‘truth’.

I insisted.

“···!”

“Only me can do it. It’s not too late to judge after trying it.”

It was a plausible suggestion.

The citizens also murmured as if in the bitter cold.

I looked at the Grand Bridge with a sudden glance.

“·······.”

She was glaring at me coldly.

Do you have no intention of hiding it anymore?

I also tried to shoot without avoiding it.

Because she is a person who can never become an ally.

Suddenly, a thought came to my mind.

What would happen if he revealed his identity here?

If this is a place where there is a witness called a god.

“I’ll give you four days.”

“Four days.”

“If I can’t solve the curse within it, I have no choice but to use my hands. For the sake of the city and its citizens.”

The effect is certain, but I gave up.

If I did, I wouldn’t be able to survive. Her relationship with her will be built next.

“Okay.”

That’s enough.

With this, the ceremony is over.

I took my hand off the orb and came downstairs.

The eyes from all directions were hot and intense.

I thought while enjoying them.

Who was the culprit behind the false accusation of the red disaster?

Outside the temple.

As the consciousness faded, citizens and believers fled like the ebb tide.

They glanced at me sideways, but did not dare to approach.

“Mr. Quilly! Mr. Quilly!”

I will correct it. There were people who came.

It was Cigna and Nell.

I knew Nell, but there was also Cigna.

“What is it! What is it! It’s cool!”

She twisted her hair in her pigtails and her eyes lit up.

It’s a bit burdensome. Whether she knew that feeling or not, she was excited and chattered.

“Seeing the proof ceremony for the first time in 15 years! It’s an honor. Archbishop Clavia, whom I’ve only heard of, is also very noble… Oh, but not as good as Mr. Quilly!”

Even though it was an unusual situation, he seemed very excited.

After staring at Cigna, who was constantly talking, he shifted his gaze to her.

Nell was behind her.

“Nell.”

However, his usual sharpness was nowhere to be found, and he was hesitating while looking at me.

She was taken aback by my call.

“Eh, huh?!”

“Why are you doing that? Like a dog that wants to poop.”

“No, it’s just…”

Ambiguous end of speech.

I tried to infer her feelings.

Maybe it’s complicated and subtle. It must feel like you are at a turning point in your life.

However, this was only natural.

The past, in which I had been living under rejection and persecution, was wrong.

“What will you do when the curse disappears?”

I asked out of nowhere.

What will she do if she gets a normal life?

“Huh?”

“If you are not hated one-sidedly anymore.”

True ancestors’ blood vampirism is not compulsory.

As long as you control your strength, you won’t need it for the rest of your life.

Fangs were also easy to hide.

Once the curse, which was the biggest problem, disappeared, there was no need to run away.

Unexpectedly, Nell the sheep rolled her eyes.

“Well…”

A blank pupil crossed the air.

It didn’t seem like he had anything in mind. From my point of view, it’s rather a good thing.

I decided to instill a sense of purpose in her.

“You stood out in the flood.”

“Uh… Flooding?”

“Yes.”

As much as possible, in a way that is helpful to me.

“The Dark Saints must have seen you then.”

“The Dark Saints?”

“Yes. They would have turned you into a red calamity.”

“… What?”

Nell’s pupils lit up.

She asked urgently.

“What are you talking about! Is it real? Why did they do that?”

“He must have coveted power. He must have also wanted to study curses.”

Or… I thought it was going to be made into a dead person.

I didn’t say anything behind the scenes.

Anyway, it might be difficult to manipulate public opinion with the Dark Saints’ original power, but it would have been easy if they had used the position of the Archbishop.

Nell suddenly raised her head as if she had remembered something.

“…Come to think of it, I’ve been attacked by them. The ones with whirlpools and fireballs in their robes.”

“Seven Apostles.”

I already used her hand.

This makes things easier.

“They are the Seven Apostles. The officers of the Saints’ Church.”

“Seven Apostles…”

Nell’s expression changed as he pondered the word. Then she twisted like a demon.

“Bastards to be torn to death…”

“·······.”

That’s enough.

Since they informed me of the facts, the accumulated resentment would have been resolved on its own.

I have more work to do than that.

“An item that can cure a curse.”

“Huh?”

“It will take a few days to get it.”

It was annoying, but it had to be done.

It’s good to check the condition of the snow castle as you go.

“Ah…”

Like this, I had no idea.

But Nell seems to be different.

She looked at me and started to hesitate again.

Opening her mouth, then closing it.

You seem to have something to say, but is reason and emotion fighting?

After a moment of hesitation, Nell muttered.

“Thank you.”

The shyly vomited words were small and I managed to understand them. Her cheeks and even her ears were red hot.

I laughed heartily.

“Why are you saying something you didn’t say?”

“Ugh…”

Embarrassed─

Her expression was telling.

Not only that, but he muttered, pouring out words like ‘no reason’ and ‘mistake’.

Maybe the thank you itself is her first experience.

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“Thanks later.”

It’s still too early.

Safety and peace don’t come just by passing a ritual.

“And there’s one thing you need to do.”

Words uttered with sharp eyes.

Nell wrapped her head around her head and tilted her head.

“… Huh?”

·······.

On the way to the post office.

I brushed my long hair and contemplated inwardly.

I could feel the mana circuit circulating and supplying mana to my entire body.

“Hmm.”

A heterogeneous sense that did not exist in modern times.

It seemed impossible to imagine a life without one more magical power.

Mana was a very convenient power.

“…There are no people.”

Originally, people were rare enough to wonder if it was like this.

Just like a street where dusk has descended.

It wasn’t like this at first, but it felt like something was pulling me….

I pretended not to know and kept walking.

Then, when the natural decrease in popularity completely disappeared.

The shade was filling the road.

“It’s a bad reunion.”

I scratched my brain with a cold tone.

In front of my eyes were full of people wearing black robes.

“Your cocky attitude is still the same.”

Two men on the front line.

Bringel and Adain.

The bald man did not seem to have forgotten the humiliation he had inflicted on me.

“But that’s over for now.”

“…Don’t be caught off guard. He’s a lot stronger than you think.”

Adain, who was still nervous, showed his will to fight.

It was a definite crisis.

I would have done it if I had been alone.

────!

At that time, a bloody storm raged.

Red blades and thorns rushed along with bloody magic that burst out like a fountain.

“aaah!”

“It’s a raid!”

“Where are you!? Find the epicenter!”

The black swordsmen of the congregation were swept away helplessly.

That’s barely enough for the small puppies who have turned their backs on humanity. There was no way he could resist Jinjo’s blood method.

“I can’t believe this witchcraft…!”

Of course, there were also those who resisted.

Among the seven apostles, Adain and Bringel were representative. They offset the bloody blades and dodged the bloody bora.

“…Really came.”

Tak-

Nel, who landed lightly next to me, whispered in a small whisper. It seems she was dubious.

However, I realized Clavia’s true identity.

So, knowing that she was a ‘member of the saints’, she immediately predicted this flow.

“Can I help you a little?”

Face to face, the number was higher than expected, so I asked.

Nell raised her eyebrows as if her pride had been hurt.

“I don’t need it. Don’t worry about it, just go. ······And come quickly.”

If you wait, their support will come.

However, she didn’t bother to say that and kicked the ground as she wished.

She is in full condition, and she barely manages to break even in this crisis.

“You cockroaches—!”

An arrogant voice coming from behind.

Savoring it, I ran.

A post station on the other side of Disdel.

There were many carriages lined up at the place where Cigna and Quilière arrived.

The coachmen were enthusiastic about soliciting customers or conversing with fellow coachmen.

“Khem.”

A cluster formed like products on a shelf.

At a distance from him, there was an exotic wagon. A man was leaning on a carriage of a different style from those around him.

Chebran.

A passerby who was wandering around approached him as he was scratching his head.

“Are you going to Chelmsford over there?”

“I’m leaving.”

“Ohhhhh! How much is it?”

“Five gold coins.”

The look on the passerby’s expression was grotesquely distorted.

“What? What, there are all these robbers!”

“Don’t hate me.”

The passer-by turned around in anger at the price that made no sense in common sense.

Chebran just tidied up his spiky bangs.

He didn’t think his request was unreasonable.

Isn’t the money that comes and goes depending on the value of the goods?

As a coachman, he deserved that much. No, that’s how it should be.

“The end of the world…”

Of course, most people didn’t admit it.

Still, it felt good to meet someone I recognized sometimes. It was when he, sniffing his nose, turned his head.

The noise in the hall stopped.

It was because of the appearance of a woman.

“·······.”

A woman of color with flowing blue-white hair.

The atmosphere in the area, which had been hot and dull because it was full of men, suddenly changed.

The raucous voices stopped and all eyes focused on one spot. It was as if snow fell on the dirt floor and it was purified.

At this moment, everyone’s thoughts were unified.

─Who are you? Where are you going?

The woman did not stop.

She made her way to the corner with a confident, determined step. She was the place where the coachman was avoided by everyone.

“That woman…”

Chevran felt something and straightened her back.

She stopped right in front of her and bowed her respectfully to her.

“To Glenver. How much?”

“Heh heh. It’s the same.”

The woman nodded and immediately took out her bill.

Ten gold coins were placed in Chebran’s palm.

He gave a capitalistic smile.

“I will serve you in peace, ma’am.”

He rushed to the driver’s seat without a word and grabbed the reins. Quilière sat back and looked out the window, and soon the carriage was running at great speed.

“·······.”

The remaining coachman and passers-by absentmindedly saw off the carriage.