I Became the Snow Woman I Made

52 – Holy Night

Fahahh—!

Meanwhile, around the time when Quilière was chosen for casting.

There was a person watching the cathedral from the gloomy outskirts. A bald man in a black robe.

“······!”

The Seven Apostles, Bringel.

He was literally stunned by the spectacular light that emanated from him.

“What the hell is this!”

Lofty beams of light pierced the inner wall and leaked through the cathedral.

It was impossible.

Even if the ritual was successful, there was no way this would happen.

Taking ownership of a fetish with little light at best.

That must have been the whole of the challenge.

“If so, what is this terrible light!”

It was a beam of excessive divine power.

For normal people, it would be just a dazzling trail, but to Bringel, it was unsettling.

Fortunately, the incident soon subsided and the light faded.

However, he murmured in the unstoppable confusion.

“…It’s someone else’s work.”

Several traditions of the kingdom, including the challenge ceremony, could not escape the involvement of the Dark Saints.

Because it is an opportunity to identify or remove excellent lumber, as well as the possibility of stealing castings.

Of course, the church side was also prepared for terrorism, but in any case, Bringel was watching to catch any gaps.

He was prepared to respond at any moment, but he never thought this would happen.

“No way…”

As the perplexity subsided, doubts filled the place.

The old giant light.

Since the ceremony was in full swing, the explosion in the far end of the cathedral must have been the work of the challenger.

However, it is not at the level that a simple priest or priest can do.

It was a stage that could be called a miracle, but there was one person who suddenly came to mind.

“…Was the woman moving again?”

The enemy the Saints Church is most wary of.

An opponent who drove away the Black Calamity and whom Bringel himself was once defeated.

For her, a feat like this would be easy.

Then it was not something he could deal with alone. First of all, report to the church and get support.

“It’s humiliating, but I can’t help it. Just wait a little longer—- 100,000!”

He turned around with his teeth clenched, hit his forehead on something and fell.

Pain and doubt mixed together.

What is it?

There must have been nothing behind it.

I frowned and looked up.

“Apostle of Calamity.”

After passing through the white gaiter, it’s hard armor.

A model-like crusader armed with white silver armor, including a helmet and mace.

Bringel’s eyes widened in a daze.

“Where are you going?”

Paladin Duwade.

Raising his mace, he asked nonchalantly as if trying to spread it.

A noble halo of light dominated the middle of the room.

It was showing off the aura of divine power, different from magical power.

It is not my natural strength.

Because the race of snow women has nothing to do with divine power.

This was just the power of casting.

“·······.”

The Saint of Dawn, Filena Trandiad.

Although she was revered as a saint, she had no talent for her divine power.

She So she made ‘Talisman of Dawn’ to compensate for that shortcoming.

One of its functions is to convert mana into divine power.

Looking at this ability alone, it looks very good, but it has several disadvantages, so it is not necessarily the case.

Anyway.

─A mysterious person like winter… May I ask your name?

The problem was Filena’s will that appeared before her eyes.

Shining like a spirit of light, it was so orphaned.

Even in the elemental dungeon, the spirit’s will was manifested when mana was blown into it.

What do you think my mana feels like to them?

“Quillière.”

I was quite surprised by Filena’s appearance, but it didn’t seem to be as much as she herself.

She stared at me with a burdened look of envy.

─Quillier······ A name I’ve never heard of.

“You are Filena Trandiad.”

─That’s right. It’s an honor to know you.

“What glory.”

Be grandiose.

I knew a little about her anyway.

He didn’t appear in the original work because he’s a character from the past, but if you look through the records, you’ll see him sparsely.

It was the result of my passion for taking care of the setting book.

“You died three hundred years ago.”

─Ah… Yes.

Her expression darkened.

I didn’t care and went through my memory.

“The enemy of the world, the black calamity. There was a fight against it three hundred years ago.”

─That’s right. That hateful existence is always…

“At that time, many adults were mobilized to stop the invasion of northern Astar. You were one of them.”

As I thought about it, unexpectedly many things came to my mind.

I wanted to praise my memory, although this is something that most Koreans would know at this point.

The reason I said this was because I guessed what she was asking for.

An earnest request for help.

Perhaps because of that feeling, Filena told the story herself.

─The battle of three hundred years ago… The opponent of the battle in which countless crusaders returned to ashes was not a disaster.”

“If not.”

─Its servants, to be exact. Bizarre beasts that imitated various livestock such as pigs, snakes, and rats, as well as beasts such as wolves and tigers… All of them were huge.

My eyes widened slightly.

The identities of these guys were clear.

Miscellaneous.

Those named monsters were obvious.

─The beasts were formidable enemies with minimal divine power, and in the end I was also called by the gods.

But how did the Mahabharata manage the gods like subordinates?

If there’s a possibility, it’s probably the obelisk in the west.

He may have abused the power of the only god’s ruins he currently has control over.

Her expression when she spoke of her own death was plain, as if she had already gotten used to it.

However, when he spoke the next words, he blurted out.

─I have no regrets about that fact. Because you have fulfilled your mission. The same goes for the warriors who fought alongside me. But I’m running into a problem.

“Problems.”

─Yes. My corpse enshrined in the sanctuary… No, now that it has become an ashes, it has been terribly transformed. Just looking at it made me a goosebumps.

Finally, the main topic came out.

I listened with sunken eyes.

─What kind of unclean power is the result? It’s probably not just me. Other saints… Maybe even believers buried in the tomb were affected.

“I guess so.”

─Yes. How dare you disturb the rest of the martyrs. Deserves to be punished

The sanctuary as well as the tomb must have suffered extensive damage.

The occurrence of the situation has already become unstoppable.

Fillena’s eyes trembled with fear as soon as she uttered a voice of hatred.

─······Big things will happen if we leave it as it is. The dead in the coffin did not act and hid as if they were dead. But it’s showing signs of being born.

“Filena.”

─The time to move must have come. What kind of scheme did the sorcerer do? Until now, there was no way even if I wanted to tell you, Mr. Quilière. Thanks to you, I got this opportunity. So please…!

“I know.”

Her tone was desperate, but she didn’t have to panic at me.

She came to Chelmsford because she knew it anyway. Even for me, Clavia was an annoying enemy.

Filena blinked her innocent eyes.

─Yes?

“The opening of the sanctuary is coming soon. At that time, the coffins buried in the sanctuary come out.”

It was a ceremony to honor the saints and not to forget their exploits.

The black swordsmen will definitely aim for that time.

─······Ah!

Her eyes widened.

It seems that I was missing a very simple hypothesis.

─It can’t be, it can’t be… There will be chaos! If you leave it like this, really…!

“Because I know.”

At that moment, Filena’s shape shook greatly.

The amount of light in her group of lights started to fade.

─────!

Manifested will does not last long.

It was even more so if it was the will of a fetish, not a sacred object, and the end seemed to be approaching.

She must have realized that fact more than anyone else.

─Please, please help! If left unattended, the blessed day will turn into hell…!

“I do it myself.”

─If it’s you… Huh?!

“Don’t make a fuss, just relax.”

It was a half-truth.

She cared about people’s comfort even after her death, and was a true saint.

I can give you this level of consolation.

─·······.

She looked at me with her dazed and absent-minded eyes, and her body trembled as if she felt something.

Tears of emotion flowed down my cheeks.

─Thank you so much… Now I can rest in peace.

The moment a thin smile caught on his lips, a flash of fire broke out.

The faded shape of Filena eventually disappeared like a mirage.

“You’re gone.”

She sighed deeply.

Even if it’s because of pure mana, a person the size of a saint treats her as if she were looking up to her.

It was quite burdensome.

Anyway, in my hands, only a high-quality casting with no will was left.

With this, the ceremony is a success.

Now all we have to do is go back.

“””······!”””

It was only after the light faded and my vision returned that I could properly look around.

The priests who were almost stunned, and Lucia’s expression.

“Ah.”

The idea came to me belatedly.

How I looked in their eyes.

It’s a big deal.

·······.

The will of a fetish that appeared out of nowhere.

The voice was not audible because it was transmitted through transmission, but the image of the Holy Spirit was clearly revealed.

“…The Saint of Dawn!”

The shape of Filena Tlandiad is orphaned as if it came out of a history book.

Lucia looked at the real saint with her bewildered eyes.

What kind of situation is this?

Manifestation of Will······ I’ve only heard of it, but it was the first time I’ve actually seen it.

It was really possible.

“The saintess appeared…!”

“Has the feeble will remaining in the casting reacted?! No matter how much…”

It wasn’t just her surprise.

Even the priests who had seen all the miracles were busy talking with a sense of bewilderment.

“·······.”

Lucia couldn’t bear to look away and her eyes trembled. And then she passed Filena and looked at the woman in the robe.

The only challenger who wrapped himself tightly.

Her own guesses were correct, considering her eccentricity to be a sign of her self-confidence.

But.

“…What you did must be the same as mine.”

Just grab the fetish and infuse her mana.

However, the result was different from her own case.

Not only the majestic light, but also the will of a saint is manifested.

Is it true that she really acted like herself?

Then, where does this difference come from?

“Even though it’s not a sacred object, it’s a fetish…”

Fetishes have less authority than sacred objects.

The will to leave behind was weak, to the point of disappearing after manifesting once.

Even if it’s not the body, but the will, it must be fearful.

If it appeared at all, it meant that it was prepared for extinction. Unless it’s something very important, there’s no way that would happen.

“Is that woman…?”

She looked at the robed woman whose name she didn’t even know yet.

She seemed to be having some conversation with her Spirit, but it was hard to hear because of her pervasive light and noise.

Is that woman that important?

To the extent that a saintess who has not seen my mana appears in person?

“…But it’s the first time I’ve seen this face.”

She’s an unforgettable look once you see her, but that’s why she was definitely a woman you’ve never seen before.

On the other hand, she was the head priest from La Pernia, who was widely known.

Since her childhood, Lucia’s innate talent has been in the limelight, and she has caught the eye of a high priest. She

Since she entered the temple, she has been cultivating her faith by repeating her hard training.

So far.

She had never been so far behind anyone in her not-so-short life.

Her

She was in the middle of chewing on her complex emotions as she pursed her lips.

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“Ah…!”

Filena’s shape squirmed and faded.

The remaining strength of her will was almost exhausted.

An encounter with a dead saint who will never come again.

When Lucia raised her voice of regret, something even more mysterious happened.

─────!

The saintess’ tears flow down her cheeks as if moved. Filena, who smiled as if she was truly relieved, soon disappeared.

That figure was clearly etched in everyone’s mind.

“—What.”

What did you just see?

The shock that hit her again made Lucia harden like someone who had seen her Medusa.

The room returned to normal, but the reaction of the believers was unusual.

All eyes were on me in the silenced hall.

“Yes.”

No wonder.

I nodded and put the Talisman of Dawn into my bosom.

No one could dispute that this belonged to me.

Immediately after, they quickly escaped outside.

“Do, challenger!”

As a result, quick action is always right.

The priests who were frozen with bewildered faces hurriedly chased after me.

“Please wait!”

“Who is the challenger! And what did you say to Saint Philena-“

I ignored all those words.

There was absolutely no reason to answer.

There is already no way to prevent the outbreak of the dead.

If this news was known for nothing, the enemies only lived on their guard.

My identity will be exposed.

The damage was minimal anyway.

Just in time, he also obtained a weapon to put the dead to sleep, so the prospects were bright.

“Hey!”

At that time, a particularly shrill voice pierced my ears.

Chief Priest Lucia Ubellina.

She chased me, pushing the priests away as if she was in quite a hurry.

“Wait, wait! Stop. Let’s talk!”

“I have nothing to say.”

I sped up without realizing it.

Perhaps because of the low weight, his feather-light body gained momentum.

In an instant, I passed the stairs and arrived at the hall on the first floor.

In the middle of it, there was Nell looking around.

“Quillier! ······ Huh?”

While fiddling with a rosary, she raised her hand as if she was happy to see me.

However, it soon turned into a puzzled expression.

There were quite a few kids following behind me.

I didn’t have time to explain in detail.

“Nell.”

“Uh, uh uh. What are all those guys over there—”

“It’s kind of blocking.”

“… Huh?”

After a short request, she crossed the main gate with a shapeshifter.

Nel, who tilted her head, understood perfectly and immediately cut off her pursuers.

“What, what is it! Get out of the way! Challenger! You’re a challenger…!”

“I can’t pass.”

“What are you! Don’t you know who I am?! That Chief Priest, Lucia… Profit! Let go of this!”

“I don’t know. I can’t pass anyway.”

The strength of Jinjo, who raised the power of Jinjo, can never be ignored.

Lucia and her priests struggled to block the reckless expression, and that was enough to buy time.

“… Haa.”

Before I knew it, the cathedral was so far away that I could only see its silhouette. A secluded place with few people.

Since the route was constantly twisted, it would have been difficult to find.

The moment she let out a shallow sigh, she heard her footsteps.

“Quillière!”

“······Nel.”

Well done.

She was admiring a little, then she asked, her hair sprung.

“What happened?”

“This.”

Instead of explaining, Talisman was shown.

Her eyes widened.

“That’s…!”

“I made a little mistake.”

“Ah, aha.”

It means that something happened while roughly getting a casting.

But Nell was bizarrely quick to understand.

“It can’t be helped.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t even ask for anything else.

It was good for me if no explanation was needed.

As she looked at her appearance, which seemed to have gone through a fierce battle, her gaze landed on one spot.

A rosary of the same color.

“Is that the rosary of the icon?”

“Huh? Oh this. That’s right. He likes me.”

“Yes.”

Of course.

It’s a playable character even with low divine power.

So, from the standpoint of Kyoguk, did the two passersby run away out of nowhere?

I felt a bit sorry for some reason.

“Let’s go back.”

“Yes.”

But since I followed all the rules, I walked with pride.

Nell’s head tilted as she followed her for a while.

“But where are we going? Is there a destination?”

Come to think of it, she didn’t tell her any details about her dead body, etc.

I don’t know what’s next for the challenge.

I kindly informed you.

“Yes. I have.”

“Where?”

“The Hall of Saints.”

Before starting the job, I had to get information from several adults, including Filena.

The Hall was the perfect place.

The last task before opening the sanctuary will be handled after that.

A dead end in a back alley.

With her shoulder shattered, Bringel knelt down and breathed heavily.

The fire-engraved robe was ruined, and the sweat-stained bald head was exceptionally shiny.

“… Innoom!”

I was out of luck.

A formidable enemy called Paladin was helping Quilière, and of course she caught herself on that radar.

I struggled, but the result was defeat.

It is so clear that there is no room for denial.

‘Human’ Bringel’s life line has reached a critical point.

“Apostle of Calamity, how do you feel?”

“…What do you mean?”

“These are the words of a person who has been causing harm to me endlessly. Did you know that such a wicked beast would reach him?”

“··································································· Al

Dewwade looked down at Bringel, who was grinding his teeth to the point of breaking them, as if they were laughing.

Rarely did he feel good.

No, I’ve been faithful every day since I saw Quilière, but today was especially full.

Because I can offer a very good sacrifice.

“My Goddess. Today, I will send you a piece of dark cloud over the continent…”

Heart and peripheral nerves pounding hard.

Unable to bear it any longer, the paladin’s mace cut through the air.

After the sparkling silver light,

─f*ck!

The corpses with the light of life extinguished stretched out.

Looking at it for a moment, Dewade said a prayer.

It was the moment when I turned my back.

─────!

An ominous and terrible groan that stirs deep in the chest.

Seeing the epicenter, Paladin widened his eyes.

“······!”

A body engulfed in intense flames was rising.

A rotten ghoul that is bigger and bigger than before, and therefore even more hideous.

I have cut down the remnants of numerous congregations, but this is the first time this has happened.

Realizing something, Duway muttered.

“The Seven Apostles… Were all of you dead?”

The dead, the dead who shouldn’t exist.

Could it be that the reason they follow the black catastrophe has something to do with this?

At the same time he raised his mace, the ghoul spewed out a fierce fire.

Kieh-!

It was a terrifying attack, but not enough to make the Paladin nervous.

He tried to respond without hesitation, but hurriedly backed away from the pain rising up.

“…Tsk.”

Throbbing ribs.

It was the part that was hit by the sword demon.

This will not help and will rot.

Kieek─ Khehehek─!

After a while, the ghoul of flame escaped on the roof.

Dew Wade, who clicked his tongue, kicked the ground hastily.