I Became the Snow Woman I Made

53 – Holy Night (2)

·······A few days ago.

The garden of the Duke of Griffeon’s residence.

There was a couple of men and women on the terrace where neat vegetation and flowers were lush.

It was Prince Artan who had been invited by Bullyze and her.

A cool breeze blew around the resting place prepared for the view of nature.

Bully I asked Artan in front of her eyes.

“How about lessons with my older brother?”

“It’s flawless. It’s a sword master.”

Answer without hesitation.

It was not a show at all.

Bully Ze sipped her tea with a fresh face.

“Really? They won’t admit it.”

“Because I wanted that.”

As just a childhood friend, he’s just doing things like that.

Artan thought that today’s meeting would be the same as usual.

“Hmm.”

With green hair blowing in the wind, Bullyze looked up at the clear clouds.

The prince recalled the recent rumors that he had been engrossed in several times.

─It is said that a mysterious saint repulsed the black plague that appeared.

─Mysterious Saint?

─I heard that the saintess was wearing the most exotic color of blue and white. She also has her very distinctive hair ······.

The more she heard about her saintly features, the more a woman came to Artan’s mind.

Quilière.

She was the only person to figure it out.

No, she didn’t make her point if she wasn’t.

Who but the woman can defeat the disaster?

─It’s just a rumor, so don’t take it too seriously. I can’t tell what’s false and what’s true.

Hill Oz said it with a hint of embarrassment, but it was probably all true.

The incident itself was so nonsensical that, paradoxically, trust was lost.

If it was nothing but rumors, there would be no way that Agnatsu would have gone there.

“…Quillier.”

Artan slightly closed his eyes.

She may not be such a remarkable achievement considering her identity, but it was surprising nonetheless.

Because he is a mere human being.

At the same time, concerns welled up.

No matter how she was, her opponent was that catastrophe.

Could she be hurt somewhere?

“Who cares about whom.”

If she saw this, she wouldn’t have clicked her tongue even in Quilliere. The word she is boudoir or dodge is still clear.

She was, but she was also growing.

If she refines her body a little more and uses the improved spirit armor, she might be able to break through the snowfield.

“Artan.”

At that time, a clear voice awakened my mind.

She said I was bullying that she was looking at herself.

“About our wedding.”

“…Uh.”

I was slightly taken aback by the unpleasant topic.

It must have been a topic that we didn’t bother to mention to each other.

“I think it would be nice to set up a detailed schedule soon.”

“······!”

“Greetings to my father formally.”

The impact hit Artan as if she had been taken down with a hammer. He maintained his composure with superhuman patience.

Why all of a sudden?

It must be something she doesn’t want even for herself.

“Father… Did you use that expression?”

“It’s not a title I’m used to, but what can I do? If it can’t be avoided, I’ll accept it.”

“·······.”

Father, the emperor of the empire and the father of Artan. It’s strange that you use such an explicit expression.

He looked into Bullize’s eyes gently.

Her pupils were extremely sharp.

I don’t know what happened or what decision I made.

It was meaningless even if I knew.

After choosing his words for a moment, Artan pursed his lips.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Yes. Think carefully.”

Then the conversation was cut off.

Bullyze sipped her tea, and he also raised her glass.

I inadvertently swallowed his sigh as he tried to come out.

“… Hmm.”

Instead, he calmed down his dizzying emotions and contemplated his inner self.

What is the right thing to do?

The self and the empire, the memories of the past and the present, the crown prince and the emperor, the bully and the duke of Griffeon, and… A woman.

Strangely enough, my thoughts returned to the starting point.

─Don’t try to face me. ‘Cause I don’t have time to spend on you

The chilly words tickled my heart.

She has always shown a self-sufficient and cynical attitude, as if she had turned her back on the world.

That makes sense.

If she is the deity of winter, it wouldn’t be strange if she was disappointed in humans and the world.

But then why did she say she defeated the calamity.

If you hate humans, there’s no reason to do so.

“There is no time…”

No time, no time.

Is this really what the absolute being said?

Come to think of it, it was strange that she existed on the ground and that she had hopes for her younger self.

What’s more, the unidentified evil black thieves who have been following her for ten years.

Artan was a little nervous.

It felt like some rapids were spinning fiercely.

“Bullyje.”

He opened his mouth with sunken eyes.

The topic was very obvious.

“The tea is fragrant.”

“Oh, is that so? It’s fortunate. It’s a local specialty.”

“Somehow. It must have been a product of the Duchy of Grypheon.”

Insignificant small talk continued.

Bullize grinned, and Artan stiffened.

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He unmasked her before her.

“Why don’t you bring it into the island?”

“I’m just starting distribution anyway.”

In fact, Artan worked hard.

Figuring out what was right for the empire. But it wasn’t easy.

It was to everyone’s advantage to forget Quilière when she thought she was just a mysterious woman.

So she did not hesitate to get engaged.

But is it still like that?

Even though she may not be able to stand by her side, is it really for herself and her empire that she neglects her and doesn’t care about her?

“·······.”

Artan struggled with a more macroscopic perspective.

On her way was added her own heart and the grace she received from her childhood.

Currently, the continent was shaking violently.

The riot of disaster and the appearance of Quilière may not be separate.

No, it must be unconditionally related.

It was not like him to be crouching in this turbulent world. It is not that she has been working tirelessly to achieve this.

“By the way, bully.”

“Yes.”

“I have a request.”

“Please?”

It was time to make a decision.

He spoke frankly.

“I’m thinking of going to Kyoguk.”

The cathedral challenge ceremony produced the best results ever.

As it was a rare mass, the finish was grand, but for some reason the believers were busy inside and out.

This was due to the fact that the identity of the most important contender with the highest score was not identified.

Priests and priests roamed the streets searching, and people murmured.

“Who the hell is that challenger?! Is it true that the light burst out like an explosion?”

“The story that he touched Saint Philena…”

Rumors quickly spread and went up and down among the rich.

The Hall of Saints, the cradle of modesty and piety, was no exception.

Rumors that come and go.

I looked around the inside of the hall with my hood pulled down.

“······You did something great again.”

I tried to ignore Nell’s muttering and continued my investigation. This was literally the hall where the records of the saints of the past were kept.

So, first of all, the libraries were lined up.

“Are you going to look around here? I already have a headache.”

“Not all. In moderation.”

“In moderation… Can I just look for those who seem to have heard of it?”

Nell twitched through her books with her annoyed eyes. I nodded.

“Yes. Find out how you fought and what your strengths are.”

“Okay~ Leave it to me.”

Adults are also adults.

There will be people who are relatively behind, and there will be people who have no talent at all for combat.

In that case, there must have been other talents, but that doesn’t matter since the dead can’t handle it.

“Suatua······ This guy’s name sounds like a warrior. His real strength is taijutsu. Is he an adult?”

“·······.”

“Ioru ······Wow, she fell in love with a mythical goddess whom she happened to see when she was young. Didn’t forget her heart and died after living as a virgin all her life? That’s too bad. I’ll live another 300 years.

“…Mmm.”

Surprisingly, he works hard.

I also swallowed dry saliva and rolled up her arms.

The first person to look at was decided.

“Where… Ah.”

The name was quickly discovered without any tension.

Filena Trandiad.

I opened the document while looking at the name of the handwriting.

“The Dawning Saint ······ She was very benevolent and sincere. She refused money and devoted herself to charity and purification with good will only ······.”

I skimmed through the unimportant information.

“Three hundred years ago, when disaster struck Ferman on the outskirts, she volunteered to join the northern front. Unfortunately, she died as a martyr in battle with the wolf-like servant of disaster…”

She was a very good woman.

If it were me, she would have just run away.

“Unlike Lee Myeong, the talents of the divine class were not outstanding. To compensate for this, she produced a large amount of talisman during her lifetime, and one of them, Talisman of Dawn, was her favorite and a masterpiece in itself.”

She took her hand to her chest for a sneak peek.

A fetish of filena hidden in her inner pocket.

This is a monster that can exert great ‘divine power’ according to the ‘purity’ of mana, but it has one fatal limitation, so the evaluation was disappointing.

Full contact with the target is required to take effect.

“···A bit too much for me to write.”

She doesn’t match with Snow Woman, who has low defense, but there’s no problem if the opponent is the sleeping dead.

After reading some more, I looked up some of the writings of other adults.

“Ugh…”

Nell moaned, covering her head, as if she had already gotten tired of it.

When I glanced at her, I was startled and picked up a random book and hit her nose.

“Evil! ······Ah, aha. That’s right. hahahaha.”

“·······.”

The book was turned upside down, but I didn’t bother pointing it out.

After she had finished studying enough, she headed towards the inner plaza.

There were statues of ancient saints and high priests lined up there.

“All of them look expensive.”

“Sure.”

“Besides, the characters are all clear. This must have been glorified, right?”

“I don’t know.”

The statues each holding their own armament were full of antique charm. As I was chatting with Nell, a muffled noise cut through me.

“Has the monster been caught?”

It was a small whisper from the two priests.

“Not yet. The Knights of Radiance are said to have moved in secret…”

“It must be a ghost crying. Where the hell did the dead suddenly—”

“Uh huh. Watch your ears.”

As if I wanted to, the volume got lower and I couldn’t hear it anymore.

I quietly narrowed my eyes.

“…Already.”

The dead appeared.

It can’t be.

If they make a fuss before the sanctuary is opened, it would be their own loss.

I looked outside through the window.

The sunset was in full swing.

“Nell. Let’s leave.”

“Huh?! Really? I like it. I thought it was a bit stuffy here.”

I went out to the main road with the happy Nell accompanying me.

The days in winter were short, and soon the sun was completely overturned and darkness came.

I walked through the dark alley without hesitation.

“Dead.”

It was to deal with it.

It would be difficult from my point of view if the dead were already playing the game.

The Dark Saints’ Association will do everything possible only when the wariness of the kingdom is lowered, so that my plan can have a great effect.

“… Like an idiot.”

Can’t manage a dead person.

It must have been a mistake, as this would have been an unexpected situation for them as well.

I can only sigh at the thought that I have to clean up after that.

“Haa······.”

Still, it would be nice if we could experience the battle with the dead in advance.

The dead love the night and have their own sense of crisis, so now was the right time to be active.

If two women are walking in a deserted place, it must be a desirable target.

─Kyaaagh!

“Yes. Just like this… Huh?”

A choking scream.

Our heads jerked.

At the same time, my eyes widened.

There was a ghoul engulfed in flames—a category of the dead—and a woman.

“… Lucia.”

Coincidentally, he was a person I knew well.

Lucia Uvellina She didn’t come back late and moved around busily.

Because she was also included in the search for the challenger who disappeared like a mirage.

No, to be precise, she volunteered.

Because the feat that Quilière showed remains in my mind.

“······!”

It was mask that the passion was too much.

And high self-esteem was the problem.

As she continued to search for her alone after dusk, her monster of flames attacked her.

Kieh-!

The appearance of the ghoul was so filthy and terrible.

Lucia, shuddered, hurriedly responded by activating her divine power.

She was confident even then.

The fruits of her training as the head priest were good enough.

But this time the opponent was bad.

“Profit······!”

If it was an ordinary dead man, he would have easily defeated him, but his opponent was the ghost of the Seven Apostles, Bringel.

Lucia was still not enough to respond to her bloated grudge.

─────!

In the end, she was cornered after falling through an injury.

She felt fear for the first time in her life, and let out her wild screams.

She knew very well that it was futile.

“······Please.”

Because the ally has thrown away all his pride.

I never thought this would happen, but ghouls won’t accept such excuses.

At the end of her life, flames spewed out of her filthy mouth, and the moment her Lucia’s eyes closed tightly.

A barrier of ice was erected in front of her eyes.

Hwaaah—!

The intense fire only slightly scorched the barrier.

Lucia blinked her eyes and hurriedly looked around her. A woman is engraved on her retina.

“······!”

She was that woman.

A mysterious challenger who thrilled Filena.

She walked without any fear and chased her dead.

Kii Ik—!

Following Bringel’s will, the ghouls ran rampant when they saw Quilière.

A powerful and regenerative monster.

The fire that exploded due to the death was also fierce. Originally dealing with the fire attribute, that was the influence.

Even though she didn’t know what it was, she laughed quillier.

“The poor thing devoured by the flames.”

With the superlative on his back, he was full of vitality.

She first called her blizzard, released her cold breath, and made full use of her ice barrier.

Kwagwagwa—!

In addition, when the watch of winter was used in time, the ghoul was helplessly pushed away.

I couldn’t ignore Nel, who added support every time.

“An ambiguous entity that is neither living nor dead.”

Within seconds, the ghoul’s legs froze after being hit directly by the condensed cold air.

Taking out Talisman from his bosom, Quilière strode closer.

Her talisman shone brightly as mana was blown into it.

“I’ll give you a present of rest. Stop going back to the ashes.”

Mana’s purity increased her power exponentially.

She attached her amulet to the forehead of the deceased as if to ward off her Jiangshi.

Full contact.

A scorching light was emitted.

─────!

Cries of pain echoed throughout the world.

The cries of grief gradually faded, but the moment the beam of light pierced the whole body, it suddenly cut off.

The ghoul crumbled to dust, and fierce winds shook it all around.

The hood, which had been tightly wrapped around this, flipped back.

“… Ah.”

Blue-white hair that flows right after.

There was no trace of where the loosely tied hair tie had gone.

The fluttering snowflakes and ice crystals embroidered her hair like a dreamy flower.

There was no chance of denial.

“You are…!”

Lucia opened her mouth in amazement.

The rumored saintess. She matched that feature without a single error.

“He who defeated the calamity… He, he…”

“… That’s right.”

She

She’s bad at lying.

Lucia was seized with her feelings of awe when Quilière acknowledged it kindly.

Only then did everything make sense.

She easily overtakes herself, and treats even her former saintess as if she were looking up to her.

In the first place, she wasn’t the kind of person to be fooled by.

She is a woman with a strong self-consciousness, but that was only if her partner was a lower class or similar.

It was ridiculous to harbor jealousy when there was such an overwhelming difference.

“Lucia Ubellina.”

“Yes, yes!”

Upon hearing Quillier’s cold voice, Lucia suddenly reacted.

It was a voice that had no choice but to follow.

“Keep quiet about this.”

“… Huh?”

“Instead, don’t report it before. You didn’t see the dead.”

One dead person is not something that should make Kyoguk nervous.

If she doesn’t show up for a while, the gusts will fade on their own.

“Yes. Okay! I won’t tell you.”

“Sure.”

Quilière, who had been trying to pretend to be calm, went round and came back.

“?”

“You almost died.”

It was because I had an idea that suddenly came to my mind.

Looking down at Lucia who tilted her head, she pursed her lips.

“You have to return the favor.”

“Uh… Yes. That’s right.”

“Go to the graves of believers.”

Until the opening of the sanctuary, the dead of all saints were intended to be returned to ashes.

They must be the core force of the uprising of the dead.

However, it seemed that there would be no time to deal with the dead of the tomb, which would have been prepared by filling the stock.

Unlike sanctuaries, there are so many tombs.

So, if there was a piece of chess that could move instead, it would be welcome. Lucia’s mouth gaped blankly as she explained the outline.

“Wow, that really happens?!”

“Yes.”

“I can’t do that…! How does the saintess do that!?”

It was a series of shocks for Lucia.

To her, even the words that followed were just the beginning of a fantasy.

“Think for yourself.”

“Such…!”

“And don’t report this before Daishin either.”

I’m done with what I have to say.

This time, Quilière took a cool turn.

Sensing her impatience, Lucia asked hastily.

“Now… Wait a minute! I want to hear the name of the saintess!”

“·······.”

She frowned slightly as her blue-white hair brushed her eyes.

She replied in a small way, thinking that it was a cool breeze after a long time.

“Quillière.”

Lucia engraved the name of the saintess deep in her heart.

She was engrossed in the matter she was commanded to do.

“If all that is said is true…”

·······.

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After thinking for a while, Lucia stood up and brushed off her bottoms. She glared at the grotesque moonlight and quietly left.

A pale alley where everyone has disappeared.

A man who had been holding his breath for a while got up.

The paladin took off her helmet and looked at the moon.

“…You really are amazing.”

The flame ghoul had power that surpassed that of most hemp plants.

How can you handle it so easily?

The attitude of saving the unclean as if it were pitiful was also befitting a high-dimensional existence.

“We must serve even more.”

It was a day to make a promise again.

Duway nodded in satisfaction and reviewed the words he had just heard.

“The Great Rebellion of the Dead… Did they invade this deeply?”

A shocking statement that the corpses in the sanctuary and graveyard have been turned upside down.

It is questionable how she knew, but it was difficult for the goddess to speak directly.

He grabbed the mace.

“······I’ll give you at least one hand.”

It’s simple.

All I had to do was cut off the breath of the dead once again.

I don’t know what will happen to the corpses in the process, but if you are a believer in the religion, you will understand.