Chapter 265
A golden ceiling and white exterior walls. Three big and ornate buildings like palaces were situated on the hills of Rolling. They were in harmony with the forest and landscape. There was a small waterfall behind each building. A golden statue of Rebecca rose in the center.
It was the center of the Rebecca Church, the most important religion on the continent. This was the Vatican.
“Isabel-chan!"
Damian returned to the Vatican and sought out Isabel. It was to check her status.
“…"
Isabel’s health hadn't improved. No, it was worse. She seemed to have completely lost her hearing and vision. There was no reaction when he called from right beside her.
"Cough! Cough!"
She coughed up blood. The crumbly platinum hair was pulled off with a single touch, and the skin was pulled tightly over her skull. Isabel sat on a shabby bed like a doll without a soul.
Damian's eyes crumbled at the sight.
"Dammit… Why is this room always cold…?"
"You came."
A priest with a faint presence approached. His emotionless eyes gave off an ominous feeling but unlike his appearance, he could be trusted.
It was Cassus. He had been taking care of Isabel when Damian wasn't present.
“The mission to destroy the Yatan Church found in the west of the empire… I thought you would finish it in 40 days and come back."
It was a week later than expected. Goddess’ Agent, Damian. Maybe his skills didn't meet everyone's expectations?
Damian explained to the concerned Cassus. "I accomplished my mission more than a month ago. I was delaying my stay in the Eternal Kingdom."
More than a month ago? He spent only a few days destroying one of the Yatan Church's temples? Cassus felt thrilled.
“But why the Eternal Kingdom…?"
“I met Grid."
"Grid!"
The only person able to seal Lifael's Spear. In the past, he saved the Rebecca Church by bringing down the corrupt Pope Drevigo.
“He's coming here now." Just as he did in the past, he would save Isabel. She would regain her beautiful smile. “I will start competing with Pascal in that gap."
There was 42 days left until the pope election. Damian thought this was sufficient. Thanks to the class effect of Goddess’ Agent, many members of the church believed in and followed him.
'I will base the campaign on them, defeat Pascal, and become the pope.'
Pascal from the Judar church was the number one candidate. He was politically strong and experienced. He also had the honor of being 5th Pope Franz's direct descendant. His father was even an earl of the Saharan Empire.
'But he's corrupt.' He wanted to use the Rebecca Church to strengthen his family's power. 'If he becomes the pope, the Rebecca Church will walk a worse path than when Drevigo was in charge.'
Many members of the church already knew this truth. Those members would choose Damian for the future of the church.
An innocent Damian believed so.
***
The elders assembly.
They were the agency that acted on behalf of the empty vacant pope position. It consisted of 23 of the highest ranking elders.
They summoned Damian and ordered. “There's a report that the Yatan followers are active in the Gauss Kingdom. Goddess’ Agent, Damian. Immediately go to the Gauss Kingdom, then search and destroy the Yatan Temple."
"There are 42 days left until the pope election. I am a pope candidate. You want me to leave during such an important period in the campaign?"
Damian was 30 years old. He lived his life in his own way so he lacked social experience. He wasn't accustomed with such irrational practices.
The elders laughed at his naive self. “You can't do your duties because of the election? You're confessing your own incompetence."
“This is a task you should do as a dutiful son… Tsk, how pathetic."
"You shouldn't cause trouble with your work just because you are registered as a pope candidate. Why don't you just resign your candidacy?"
“Or Isabel will do the work."
Being ignored, mocked, provoked and looking at him with contempt. It was obvious that the elders assembly were hostile towards Damian.
‘They are fully with Pascal. But this is still too much.'
Damian was honestly shocked. He was afraid since they opposed him so plainly.
‘I was thinking too easily.'
Damian was doing Isabel's missions to save her. On the other hand, the elders assembly were trying to get rid of Isabel. They wanted Isabel to die so they could find a new master for Lifael's Spear.
'In this situation…'
He needed to neglect the campaign for Isabel's mission? If Isabel performed this task, then she would die. He couldn't allow it.
Damian wanted to become a pope for Rebecca's Daughters. He couldn't throw Isabel away just because of the election.
"…I understand. I will go to the Gauss Kingdom immediately."
He was desperate. This mission included searching for the temple. It was doubtful if he could find the Yatan Church before the pope election day.
‘In the first place, this temple might not even exist.'
It was an obvious trap. But he had no choice. It was impossible to disobey the command if he wanted to protect Isabel.
'Isabel needs to survive until Grid arrives and seals Lifael's Spear.'
Four days. From Reidan to the Vatican, that was how long it took running nonstop. Grid had sent a whisper yesterday that he was leaving Reidan, so Isabel needed to survive three more days.
'Please.'
Step step.
Damian left the assembly room with powerless steps. He inwardly begged.
'Please save Isabel-chan, Grid.'
By the time he got back, Isabel's health would be restored. He would be able to see her smile.
Creak.
The gigantic door of the room opened by itself. It seemed to be urging Damian to leave. The moment that Damian was about to walk out the door.
"Don't go."
"…!"
A voice he wanted to hear was heard from outside the door. Damian's gaze moved upwards from the floor.
“Isabel-chan…"
She held Lifael's Spear in her hand and blocked the door. She was standing straight on her own. Her eyes were also clear.
This was the power of White Transformation. The transcendental divine power was restoring her broken body.
Of course, this was only temporary. Now that the spear was in her hand, Isabel would be in greater pain than before. No, she would die.
"Why…? Why? Why are you here?"
Three days. She could've lived if she waited three days.
"So why…?"
As Damian felt frustration and despair, Isabel smiled.
"Thank you again, Damian." She had dimly heard his cry. She knew that he struggled alone for them. “You must become the pope."
It must happen. If Pascal became the pope, there would be more miserable children like her.
"Don't you know this? Damian, you can't miss the opportunity to become pope because of me."
“…"
Damian was well aware of this. If he didn't want the second or third Isabel to be born, he must become the pope. Now was the time for Isabel to sacrifice herself.
'But I don't want you to die.'
Damian was confused.
Isabel stroked his head as he hesitated.
“I will go to the Gauss Kingdom. In the meantime, you should become the pope. Please succeed for Rin, Luna, and my successor. Be sure to protect those children."
She stroked his hair. It was a bony hand. But it was warm. Tears formed in Damian's eyes as he felt Isabel's hand.
Then a man laughed at him. “Someone who wants to become pope is shedding tears in front of others?"
It was Pascal. He touched his thin mustache and ridiculed Damian.
"You truly don't have the dignity of a pope. It will be a disgrace to the church if this crybaby becomes the pope. Isn’t that right, Elders?"
"That's right."
"Damian is a small bowl.”
“The pope must be Pascal."
The 23 elders chimed in to support Pascal. They mocked Damian. Then Isabel glared at them.
“Daring to disparage the Goddess’ Agent, isn't this no different from blasphemy?"
“Your attitude is bad. Isabel, the Yatan Church is your enemy, not us."
Pascal approached Isabel who was holding Lifael's Spear.
"Know your subject. You have forgotten your position. You are Goddess Rebecca's daughter only because you can handle the divine artifact of our church. You are only a tool. A weapon of war to fight for the goddess and our church."
Pascal's eyes were as cold as ice as he faced Isabel. It didn't seem like the eyes of a person.
“Just like this spear, you are a weapon of slaughter. Don't think and don't talk. Do you understand?"
“Shut up!"
Damian exclaimed. He wanted to beat up Pascal right away. But if he did that, he would be immediately kicked out of the church. It would ruin everything.
Damian clenched his fists as Pascal looked at him.
“Rebecca's Daughter, who you love so much, is being abused in front of you. But you are swallowing your anger? You are just a coward who can only shout."
"Put away that cheap provocation."
"…!"
Damian, Isabel and Pascal. The eyes of everyone present widened.
“You are having a lot of fun after grabbing the weapon point. Is it fun to harass people?"
180 cm tall with a solid body. Black hair and sharp eyes. The eyes and voice that were filled with confidence.
Pagma's Descendant, Grid. He was walking from the other end of the hall.
"Multiple people are bullying one person? Huh?"
"W-Why are you here?"
Pascal and the elders were disturbed by the emergence of an unexpected person. Isabel was stunned.
"Grid!"
Damian smiled widely. Grid's appearance was exquisite timing and he patted Damian's shoulders.
"You endured well."
Grid arrived at the Vatican much faster than expected thanks to Huroi's drake. He declared to the frowning Pascal and elders.
"From now on, I am behind Damian."
“…Behind?"
Pascal couldn't properly understand Grid's words. Huroi translated it for him. “As of this time, I, Duke Grid of the Eternal Kingdom, am the guardian of Damian, the Goddess’ Agent."
Orator Huroi's voice was filled with charisma. It pierced through the spacious building and made Pascal and the elders feel sick.
Grid declared, "Don't bother him. Or you will be scolded by me."
“If you ridicule pope candidate Damian again, you will be punished accordingly."
"Do you have any complaints? Then bring it on, you masses of experience. I'm in a different position from Damian, so I can deal with you as I like."
“…"
It was hard to wrap their heads around it. Even Huroi was speechless as silence filled the room.
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Current schedule: 20 chapters a week.
Chapter 266
'It's baffling.'
Grid. He was a very special person for the Rebecca Church. The hero who saved their church by punishing the corrupt Pope Drevigo.
Most of the members praised Grid's feat. A big wave was unavoidable if he claimed to be Damian's guardian. Numerous members were likely to support Damian.
'That Damian, he was preparing for his loss.'
It was a deadly move. The elders never imagined that such a foolish guy would call someone big like Grid to help him.
'It's a crisis.'
The election wasn't the only method that Grid could help Damian. By sealing Lifael's Spear, it was possible to remove Damian's weakness.
'Ah, this is a quandary.'
Unlike the elders, Pascal's face was relaxed. He had experience with Grid, and could turn this crisis into an opportunity.
'Grid isn't a hero.'
The reason why Grid defeated Drevigo. It wasn't for the Rebecca Church, but for Grid himself. Pascal knew the truth.
'He said he killed Drevigo because he needed to bless the odd mineral called pavranium.'
Grid was selfish and violent. At the time that the pavranium received God Judar's blessing, Pascal had peeked at Grid's nature.
'The more selfish a person is, the easier it is to handle them.'
Why was Grid claiming to be Damian's guardian? It was because there was something good in it for him.
Ssik.
Pascal smiled widely.
'Grid, I can give more to you than Damian.'
Wealth, power, and beauty. He would give Grid everything he wanted.
'So leave Damian and come to me.'
If he could get Grid on his side, he could unseal all three divine artifacts as well as win the election. It was a great opportunity to become pope with the strongest Rebecca's Daughters. Pascal had this thought and broke the uncomfortable silence. "Hey hey! Who is this? The savior of the Rebecca Church! Hero among heroes! If it isn't Grid!"
Pascal exclaimed while smiling as brightly as possible. He praised Grid with exaggerated words and shook hands with him.
“I'm so glad to see you again."
Grid was confused.
'This guy, he can smile instead of feeling angry after my blatant provocation?'
It was an unexpected response.
'He was like this in the past.'
Grid had taken the Holy Light set that Pascal wanted. But rather than being hostile to Grid, Pascal welcomed him.
He thanked Grid for punishing Drevigo, held a banquet and gave God Judar's blessing without any conditions. He was someone to watch out for. Pascal was someone reluctant to make strong enemies.
'I have to provoke him some more.'
Grid thought this and responded to the handshake.
"Nice to see you as well."
Pascal's spirit rose at Grid's response.
'It's like this. I don't know about the other elders, but he shouldn't be rude to me.'
Grid should also be aware of it. The fact that Pascal would be more helpful than Damian. Pascal was filled with confidence and quickly led the situation.
"You're a duke of the Eternal Kingdom? You're truly a hero. Your outstanding abilities have been recognized. Now, let's move the location. I will prepare a reunion celebration banquet, so let's talk to each other after a long time."
Damian paled as he watched the situation.
'Grid and Pascal knew each other?'
It was serious. Pascal was extremely rich. Grid could be tempted by money. As Damian was worrying, Pascal nailed in the final wedge.
“Sir Grid, I will prepare many gifts for you today."
"Hoh, gifts. i am looking forward to it."
Grid started to show interest. Damian was frustrated, while Pascal showed a deep smile. It was at that moment.
“But Pascal, I'm a duke, right?"
Kwack!
Grid gripped the hand he was shaking with more strength. Pascal's face rapidly twisted.
'What is this…?'
It was an incredible grip. Pascal started to feel pain in his hands. He struggled, but Grid didn't let go.
“You aren't a pope yet. A pope candidate is asking for a handshake instead of politely greeting me? You seem to be making fun of me, Pascal. Was it a lie when you praised me as a hero?"
‘You're just the duke of a small kingdom!'
Pascal was a noble of the Saharan Empire. He recognized all nations apart from the empire as small, and thought they were barbaric. He was a nationalist who believed that only the empire should be blessed by Goddess Rebecca. For Pascal, there was no humiliation worse than being treated like this by a noble of a small kingdom.
"What is this violence? Heok?"
Pascal yelled, then became filled with consternation the moment he met Grid's eyes.
'You…!'
He was unable to read the emotions or measure the depth in Grid's eyes. He didn't know the intentions, but Grid had such profound eyes. Grid's eyes were showing a clear meaning. A provocation. 'Bring it on Pascal. I want to destroy you.' Grid's eyes were clearly saying that.
'A beast!'
The moment that Pascal was feeling agitated, someone fell from the ceiling. A knight wearing red armor. His name was Kamiyan. The 30th knight of the Red Knights, the emperor gave him to Pascal in the hope that Pascal would become the pope.
"Let go."
Kamiyan warned with his sword at Grid's neck. Grid snorted.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I will cut off your hand."
Kamiyan showed no hesitation. His sword moved towards the hand that was holding Pascal's.
Pascal shouted, “Stop!”
Kamiyan's sword stopped just above Grid's wrist. Grid's eyes narrowed from where he had been able to summon Failure from the inventory.
'Too bad.'
Pascal barely managed to escape from Grid's hand.
“Sir Grid, I will close my eyes to your rudeness today."
"You don't have to? I told you already. If you have a complaint then come forward. Bring it on."
“…"
Anger boiled inside Pascal's heart.
He was the son of a Saharan noble, who had gained a high status after joining the Rebecca Church. This was the first time that he had been treated like this. Pascal couldn't be rational or prudent anymore. In his heart, he wanted to tell Kamiyan to immediately hit Grid's neck. But he had to endure it. He needed Grid's strength to release the seals on the three divine artifacts.
"I hope that we can laugh with each other when we meet again soon. I will always have a gift for you."
Pascal withdrew with a red face. Kamiyan and the elders followed him. Grid's face was filled with regret as he looked at them.
'His endurance is great.'
Grid couldn't attack senior NPC priests first. As long as they weren't abandoned by the goddess like Drevigo, they were always protected by the goddess. If he attacked them first, the goddess would curse him.
[Goddess' Curse]
The unlucky stat will be generated.
The unlucky stat was vague since it wasn't a status condition. Grid was reluctant to be cursed by the goddess. That's why he tried to provoke Pascal, but eventually failed.
‘Well, don't be nervous and just wait.'
From Pascal's point of view, Grid was an eyesore. He would eventually attack Grid.
After Pascal and the elders left.
Isabel, who had remained silent the whole time, approached Grid.
"It has been a long time."
It was a dissatisfied voice. It seemed like she had something to complain about.
'I hate you.'
Isabel was plagued with terrible pain because of Grid. This situation happened because Grid forgot to seal Lifael's Spear.
“I’m sorry." Grid sincerely apologized.
Isabel gritted her teeth at the sight of him. “Why are you sorry? Are you apologizing for unsealing Lifael's Spear? Don't make me laugh. I was able to save my friends thanks to you releasing the seal. Thanks to you, the entire church was saved. So don't apologize."
She was grateful.
'Then why is she angry?'
Tears filled Isabel's eyes while Grid was puzzled.
“You always do this. Why do you only show up when I'm in a desperate crisis? Like a prince on a white horse."
Isabel had a crush on Grid. Her emotions were stimulated because she was saved just before falling to hell. But Grid had already ignored her once. It would be the same this time as well.
"You won't accept me anyway, so why are you acting like this…?" Isabel whispered as she bowed her head. Her words didn't reach Grid. The problem was that her voice was too small.
'Her condition is strange. Indeed, she must be in a lot of pain.'
Grid watched Isabel. Her beautiful platinum hair was now close to grey and it wasn't even shiny. Her lustrous red lips were pale and her skinny body looked like a mummy. There was a bigger problem.
‘Her breasts have decreased in size.'
It was the effect of losing weight. Her original B cup breasts were now an A cup. It was really a pity.
"W-Where are you looking? Pervert!" Isabel covered her chest with her arms and shouted.
“What is there to look at?"
"What is there to look at? What does that mean?"
"Do I need to explain?"
"That's okay!"
It had been a really long time since Isabel had been so energetic. Damian watched her and Grid and smiled.
'Isabel-chan, you have always missed Grid.'
He hoped her heart would be communicated to Grid. He truly was cheering her on. Damian wasn't a rival for Grid.
'It's natural for the heroine to be connected with the hero.'
He was just an extra. He was too incompetent, so he was satisfied just watching Rebecca's Daughters from the side. Huroi approached Damian and whispered. “Don’t worry. She doesn't fit My Lord's taste."
“…"
The beautiful Isabel-chan didn't suit Grid's taste? It was upsetting. Damian was making a subtle expression when Grid urged him.
"How long are we going to stand here? Guide me to a suitable place."
It was time to figure out how to create and seal Lifael's Spear.
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Current schedule: 20 chapters a week.
Chapter 267
"Beautiful and benevolent Goddess Rebecca, give your light to this weak and foolish servant who can't move without it. I will use your light to save the weak and punish the wicked."
The first prayer room. Pascal was praying in a place that originally only the pope could use. It was to shake off his anger about Grid and regain his senses.
"…May the whole world be bathed in the warm light."
After a long time, his prayers finished. Pascal made a refreshed expression and got up from his seat. His anger was cleansed and he was now calm.
'It isn't simply riches or power that the current Grid is coveting now.'
If it was, Grid wouldn't have been able to shake off his temptation.
'It seems like there is a special link between him and Damian.' This was an unexpected variable. 'But eternal friendship doesn't exist. Even blood and flesh will kill each other in front of greed.'
The only concept that didn't change in this world was faith.
Ssik.
Pascal commanded with a smile, “Open the warehouse.”
"Yes!"
Pascal's loyal followers that he brought from the Judar Church moved immediately.
Creak.
The secret warehouse door behind the statue opened and glittering gold poured out. There were treasures and gold piled up in the warehouse. Pascal used the secret warehouse that Drevigo had made during his days as the pope.
‘Grid, how much will make you satisfied?'
Pascal's men started to gather up the gold coins. These gold coins would be used to obtain Grid.
'I will offer more if it's still lacking. If that is not enough, I will give even more. In the end, you will be caught by my hands.'
Kamiyan watched Pascal and asked. "That person called Grid, isn't it better to just kill him?"
“He is the only one who can unseal the three divine artifacts of our church. He can't die."
“What if you can't obtain him?"
"Haha, that won't happen. He's very greedy. He will surely accept my heart."
“…"
Pascal was confident, but Kamiyan was unsure.
‘He's a wild beast. He can never be tamed.'
Kamiyan had noticed it when he aimed his sword at Grid's wrist. Grid didn't blink once. He was prepared to give his hand to strike Kamiyan's neck. Honestly, it gave Kamiyan goose bumps.
'It isn't a skill that develops after fighting once or twice. His momentum was overwhelming. Perhaps I would've had to fight properly. His power might be praised by the church, but it will be painful in many ways if he becomes an enemy.'
The emperor had commanded Kamiyan. Pascal must become pope. Kamiyan faithfully carried out the emperor's commands, so he couldn't neglect any dangers.
"Come out."
Kamiyan moved to avoid Pascal's eyes and summoned an assassin from the emperor. An assassin of the emperor, the assassin called 'Crow.' There was a flashing light in the darkness and the shadow asked Kamiyan.
“You saw that guy called Grid, right? Can you assassinate him?"
"Is that a question that needs to be asked? I can even kill a mouse."
It wasn't a lie. Crow had the ability to assassinate enemy knights. One day, the strongest assassins Doran and Kasim disappeared, so Crow was now the strongest assassin in existence.
"Good answer. Kill Grid as soon as possible."
"Look forward to tomorrow morning. He will be hung on Goddess Rebecca's statue."
Crow immediately disappeared.
***
Grid frowned as he was guided into Isabel's room.
"What is this?"
It was a small room where the only furniture was a shabby bed. A chill that would make the bones ache dominated the inside of the room.
"There isn't even a fireplace? It will be freezing in the middle of winter."
He touched the grey wall and stone powder fell down.
"Hey, you will catch pneumonia."
Grid shook off the dust and turned to Isabel.
"It's still like this?"
“…"
Rebecca's Daughters had also suffered under Drevigo. Despite being the strong force, they didn't rebel against the leaders of the church and endured this unfair treatment.
It was frustrating when he thought about it, but what could he do? The church raised Rebecca's Daughters as a weapon and they were taught only obedience. This deep brainwashing was like a shackle.
It was the church's fault, not theirs. On the surface, the church expressed peace and charity, but there was no charity. From what Grid could see, the Rebecca Church was no different from the Yatan Church.
'Bad people.'
Grid's expression distorted as he thought about how Pascal and the elders treated Damian and Isabel.
The words that the assassin Shay had spoken popped up.
'The Yatan Church is the one that stands for pure evil. They believe that evil is the right way. But the people from the Rebecca Church commit atrocities, even though they realize they have to do good deeds. The front and back are different, so they are far sneakier and more dangerous than the Yatan Church.'
This wasn't the case with the Rebecca Church in the past. But Drevigo ruined everything.
'He caused the rot.'
The current leaders of the Rebecca Church were those affected by Drevigo. Most of them had already tasted the sweet fruit he offered them and realized they felt joy in harassing others.
Could they let go of this pleasure?
No. The evidence was that they were following Pascal without trying to overcome his temptations. Pruning was required.
'Damian should be pope.'
He might be an otaku, but Damian was a pure person. The Rebecca Church would change if he became the pope.
'First of all, Pascal can't become pope.'
Pascal was from the empire. He was the son of the powerful Earl Chirita of the empire. If Pascal became the pope, the empire would be able to utilize the Rebecca Church freely. Lauel was convinced that the empire would become much stronger than it was now. Grid agreed.
'Someday I will become hostile to the empire when I become king, so they shouldn't become stronger than they are now.'
Grid silently thought for a moment before opening his mouth.
“Damian, you should start your campaign right now. Make sure you thoroughly advertise that I am your guardian. Huroi will help you."
"Yes!"
The first ranked orator, Huroi. His words had the power to capture people's ears and hearts. He would surely be a great strength to Damian.
“In the meantime, I will seal Lifael's Spear."
Grid sat on Isabel's bed. Then he observed Lifael's Spear in her hand.
"Legendary Blacksmith's Appraisal."
[The blacksmith who became a legend can appraise items with an excellent discerning eye. If a hidden feature exists in the target item, it will be found.]
[Lifael's Spear]
Rating: Myth
Durability: 1,500/1,500
Attack Power: :1,330~1,890
* Divine Power +3,000
* All stats +200.
* 300% increase in health recovery.
* Fixed damage of +5,000 on each attack.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Light Wheel' skill.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Shield of Light' skill.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Light of Guidance' skill.
* The skill 'White Transformation' will always be invoked.
* Attack power +50% against those with dark magic power.
It is one of the three divine artifacts of the Rebecca Church.
It contains a tremendous divine power that human beings can't afford to handle, placing a heavy burden on the user's mind and body.
Since Rebecca's Daughters became short-lived after being unable to cope with the power of this weapon, 5th Pope Franz asked Pagma to seal its power.
However, Pagma's Descendant appeared in the days of 13th Pope Drevigo and released the seal on the weapon.
Conditions of Use: Rebecca’s Daughter.
Weight: 400
[You have already uncovered the hidden feature of the item.]
‘In order to reseal this…'
He needed to understand the structure of the item. Then he could figure out how to make it. In order to do so, the process of disassembly and assembly, as well as observation, were essential.
After becoming Pagma's Descendant, Grid had often disassembled and assembled items. He was confident that he could quickly grasp the structure of Lifael's Spear. That's why he thought this task would be easy.
'But the reality is different.'
Things became difficult. Isabel was the problem. Her health was far more serious than expected. If she let go of Lifael's Spear, she would die immediately. It meant that he couldn't disassemble Lifael's Spear.
'I have to do it with observation.'
He couldn't guarantee how long it would take. But one thing was clear.
“Isabel, I will be sure to save you."
Isabel was a precious person. She was a person he shared memories with and was loved by somebody. Damian thought of her the same way Grid thought of Irene.
'I won't allow you to die.'
Grid started to observe Lifael's Spear. He carefully looked at the features several times. Was it possible to raise the understanding of an item to 100% just by looking at it? It was impossible at this time. It was out of reach with Grid's current abilities. But Grid believed in his imperfection.
'I have abilities that haven't blossomed yet.'
Originally, if he completed the class quests, then he would gain abilities. These abilities were drawn out of him.
'I can do it.'
Grid's class quest couldn't proceed at the moment. It had already been more than a year since he received it.
'The developers aren't brainless or manipulative.'
It was clear that they would've prepared some way to awaken his power in the case of an incomplete class quest.
The answer was likely to be hidden in Lifael's Spear. What was the reason for Grid unsealing Lifael's Spear? The system. In the past, the system arrow led Grid to unseal Lifael's Spear. That lead to this present situation. It was a clear arrangement.
'An arrangement that will allow my skills to blossom.'
Grid's eyes sharpened as he observed Lifael's Spear. His concentration started to rise to the extreme. The willpower and spirit he trained over many experiences was in effect.
'Grid…'
Isabel's mind calmed as she sat opposite Grid. Somehow, she seemed to hear the voice of Goddess Rebecca.
'Believe in him.'
***
A serene dawn.
Crow appeared in the shadows of the window and looked at Grid.
'It's already been 8 hours.'
Grid was sitting in a small room. He had been examining Lifael's Spear for 8 hours already. His mind was solely focused on Lifael's Spear. It meant he was full of holes.
'Rebecca's Daughter has fallen asleep. This will be an easier assassination than I expected.'
Crow landed underneath a tree. Then he entered the building that contained Grid. He didn't make the slightest noise during all of this.
“…"
Crow moved stealthily down the hall. Even the sensitive rats didn't detect his presence. But something was looking at him from the shadows.
OG:
Current schedule: 20 chapters a week.
Chapter 265
A golden ceiling and white exterior walls. Three big and ornate buildings like palaces were situated on the hills of Rolling. They were in harmony with the forest and landscape. There was a small waterfall behind each building. A golden statue of Rebecca rose in the center.
It was the center of the Rebecca Church, the most important religion on the continent. This was the Vatican.
“Isabel-chan!"
Damian returned to the Vatican and sought out Isabel. It was to check her status.
“…"
Isabel’s health hadn't improved. No, it was worse. She seemed to have completely lost her hearing and vision. There was no reaction when he called from right beside her.
"Cough! Cough!"
She coughed up blood. The crumbly platinum hair was pulled off with a single touch, and the skin was pulled tightly over her skull. Isabel sat on a shabby bed like a doll without a soul.
Damian's eyes crumbled at the sight.
"Dammit… Why is this room always cold…?"
"You came."
A priest with a faint presence approached. His emotionless eyes gave off an ominous feeling but unlike his appearance, he could be trusted.
It was Cassus. He had been taking care of Isabel when Damian wasn't present.
“The mission to destroy the Yatan Church found in the west of the empire… I thought you would finish it in 40 days and come back."
It was a week later than expected. Goddess’ Agent, Damian. Maybe his skills didn't meet everyone's expectations?
Damian explained to the concerned Cassus. "I accomplished my mission more than a month ago. I was delaying my stay in the Eternal Kingdom."
More than a month ago? He spent only a few days destroying one of the Yatan Church's temples? Cassus felt thrilled.
“But why the Eternal Kingdom…?"
“I met Grid."
"Grid!"
The only person able to seal Lifael's Spear. In the past, he saved the Rebecca Church by bringing down the corrupt Pope Drevigo.
“He's coming here now." Just as he did in the past, he would save Isabel. She would regain her beautiful smile. “I will start competing with Pascal in that gap."
There was 42 days left until the pope election. Damian thought this was sufficient. Thanks to the class effect of Goddess’ Agent, many members of the church believed in and followed him.
'I will base the campaign on them, defeat Pascal, and become the pope.'
Pascal from the Judar church was the number one candidate. He was politically strong and experienced. He also had the honor of being 5th Pope Franz's direct descendant. His father was even an earl of the Saharan Empire.
'But he's corrupt.' He wanted to use the Rebecca Church to strengthen his family's power. 'If he becomes the pope, the Rebecca Church will walk a worse path than when Drevigo was in charge.'
Many members of the church already knew this truth. Those members would choose Damian for the future of the church.
An innocent Damian believed so.
***
The elders assembly.
They were the agency that acted on behalf of the empty vacant pope position. It consisted of 23 of the highest ranking elders.
They summoned Damian and ordered. “There's a report that the Yatan followers are active in the Gauss Kingdom. Goddess’ Agent, Damian. Immediately go to the Gauss Kingdom, then search and destroy the Yatan Temple."
"There are 42 days left until the pope election. I am a pope candidate. You want me to leave during such an important period in the campaign?"
Damian was 30 years old. He lived his life in his own way so he lacked social experience. He wasn't accustomed with such irrational practices.
The elders laughed at his naive self. “You can't do your duties because of the election? You're confessing your own incompetence."
“This is a task you should do as a dutiful son… Tsk, how pathetic."
"You shouldn't cause trouble with your work just because you are registered as a pope candidate. Why don't you just resign your candidacy?"
“Or Isabel will do the work."
Being ignored, mocked, provoked and looking at him with contempt. It was obvious that the elders assembly were hostile towards Damian.
‘They are fully with Pascal. But this is still too much.'
Damian was honestly shocked. He was afraid since they opposed him so plainly.
‘I was thinking too easily.'
Damian was doing Isabel's missions to save her. On the other hand, the elders assembly were trying to get rid of Isabel. They wanted Isabel to die so they could find a new master for Lifael's Spear.
'In this situation…'
He needed to neglect the campaign for Isabel's mission? If Isabel performed this task, then she would die. He couldn't allow it.
Damian wanted to become a pope for Rebecca's Daughters. He couldn't throw Isabel away just because of the election.
"…I understand. I will go to the Gauss Kingdom immediately."
He was desperate. This mission included searching for the temple. It was doubtful if he could find the Yatan Church before the pope election day.
‘In the first place, this temple might not even exist.'
It was an obvious trap. But he had no choice. It was impossible to disobey the command if he wanted to protect Isabel.
'Isabel needs to survive until Grid arrives and seals Lifael's Spear.'
Four days. From Reidan to the Vatican, that was how long it took running nonstop. Grid had sent a whisper yesterday that he was leaving Reidan, so Isabel needed to survive three more days.
'Please.'
Step step.
Damian left the assembly room with powerless steps. He inwardly begged.
'Please save Isabel-chan, Grid.'
By the time he got back, Isabel's health would be restored. He would be able to see her smile.
Creak.
The gigantic door of the room opened by itself. It seemed to be urging Damian to leave. The moment that Damian was about to walk out the door.
"Don't go."
"…!"
A voice he wanted to hear was heard from outside the door. Damian's gaze moved upwards from the floor.
“Isabel-chan…"
She held Lifael's Spear in her hand and blocked the door. She was standing straight on her own. Her eyes were also clear.
This was the power of White Transformation. The transcendental divine power was restoring her broken body.
Of course, this was only temporary. Now that the spear was in her hand, Isabel would be in greater pain than before. No, she would die.
"Why…? Why? Why are you here?"
Three days. She could've lived if she waited three days.
"So why…?"
As Damian felt frustration and despair, Isabel smiled.
"Thank you again, Damian." She had dimly heard his cry. She knew that he struggled alone for them. “You must become the pope."
It must happen. If Pascal became the pope, there would be more miserable children like her.
"Don't you know this? Damian, you can't miss the opportunity to become pope because of me."
“…"
Damian was well aware of this. If he didn't want the second or third Isabel to be born, he must become the pope. Now was the time for Isabel to sacrifice herself.
'But I don't want you to die.'
Damian was confused.
Isabel stroked his head as he hesitated.
“I will go to the Gauss Kingdom. In the meantime, you should become the pope. Please succeed for Rin, Luna, and my successor. Be sure to protect those children."
She stroked his hair. It was a bony hand. But it was warm. Tears formed in Damian's eyes as he felt Isabel's hand.
Then a man laughed at him. “Someone who wants to become pope is shedding tears in front of others?"
It was Pascal. He touched his thin mustache and ridiculed Damian.
"You truly don't have the dignity of a pope. It will be a disgrace to the church if this crybaby becomes the pope. Isn’t that right, Elders?"
"That's right."
"Damian is a small bowl.”
“The pope must be Pascal."
The 23 elders chimed in to support Pascal. They mocked Damian. Then Isabel glared at them.
“Daring to disparage the Goddess’ Agent, isn't this no different from blasphemy?"
“Your attitude is bad. Isabel, the Yatan Church is your enemy, not us."
Pascal approached Isabel who was holding Lifael's Spear.
"Know your subject. You have forgotten your position. You are Goddess Rebecca's daughter only because you can handle the divine artifact of our church. You are only a tool. A weapon of war to fight for the goddess and our church."
Pascal's eyes were as cold as ice as he faced Isabel. It didn't seem like the eyes of a person.
“Just like this spear, you are a weapon of slaughter. Don't think and don't talk. Do you understand?"
“Shut up!"
Damian exclaimed. He wanted to beat up Pascal right away. But if he did that, he would be immediately kicked out of the church. It would ruin everything.
Damian clenched his fists as Pascal looked at him.
“Rebecca's Daughter, who you love so much, is being abused in front of you. But you are swallowing your anger? You are just a coward who can only shout."
"Put away that cheap provocation."
"…!"
Damian, Isabel and Pascal. The eyes of everyone present widened.
“You are having a lot of fun after grabbing the weapon point. Is it fun to harass people?"
180 cm tall with a solid body. Black hair and sharp eyes. The eyes and voice that were filled with confidence.
Pagma's Descendant, Grid. He was walking from the other end of the hall.
"Multiple people are bullying one person? Huh?"
"W-Why are you here?"
Pascal and the elders were disturbed by the emergence of an unexpected person. Isabel was stunned.
"Grid!"
Damian smiled widely. Grid's appearance was exquisite timing and he patted Damian's shoulders.
"You endured well."
Grid arrived at the Vatican much faster than expected thanks to Huroi's drake. He declared to the frowning Pascal and elders.
"From now on, I am behind Damian."
“…Behind?"
Pascal couldn't properly understand Grid's words. Huroi translated it for him. “As of this time, I, Duke Grid of the Eternal Kingdom, am the guardian of Damian, the Goddess’ Agent."
Orator Huroi's voice was filled with charisma. It pierced through the spacious building and made Pascal and the elders feel sick.
Grid declared, "Don't bother him. Or you will be scolded by me."
“If you ridicule pope candidate Damian again, you will be punished accordingly."
"Do you have any complaints? Then bring it on, you masses of experience. I'm in a different position from Damian, so I can deal with you as I like."
“…"
It was hard to wrap their heads around it. Even Huroi was speechless as silence filled the room.
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Chapter 266
'It's baffling.'
Grid. He was a very special person for the Rebecca Church. The hero who saved their church by punishing the corrupt Pope Drevigo.
Most of the members praised Grid's feat. A big wave was unavoidable if he claimed to be Damian's guardian. Numerous members were likely to support Damian.
'That Damian, he was preparing for his loss.'
It was a deadly move. The elders never imagined that such a foolish guy would call someone big like Grid to help him.
'It's a crisis.'
The election wasn't the only method that Grid could help Damian. By sealing Lifael's Spear, it was possible to remove Damian's weakness.
'Ah, this is a quandary.'
Unlike the elders, Pascal's face was relaxed. He had experience with Grid, and could turn this crisis into an opportunity.
'Grid isn't a hero.'
The reason why Grid defeated Drevigo. It wasn't for the Rebecca Church, but for Grid himself. Pascal knew the truth.
'He said he killed Drevigo because he needed to bless the odd mineral called pavranium.'
Grid was selfish and violent. At the time that the pavranium received God Judar's blessing, Pascal had peeked at Grid's nature.
'The more selfish a person is, the easier it is to handle them.'
Why was Grid claiming to be Damian's guardian? It was because there was something good in it for him.
Ssik.
Pascal smiled widely.
'Grid, I can give more to you than Damian.'
Wealth, power, and beauty. He would give Grid everything he wanted.
'So leave Damian and come to me.'
If he could get Grid on his side, he could unseal all three divine artifacts as well as win the election. It was a great opportunity to become pope with the strongest Rebecca's Daughters. Pascal had this thought and broke the uncomfortable silence. "Hey hey! Who is this? The savior of the Rebecca Church! Hero among heroes! If it isn't Grid!"
Pascal exclaimed while smiling as brightly as possible. He praised Grid with exaggerated words and shook hands with him.
“I'm so glad to see you again."
Grid was confused.
'This guy, he can smile instead of feeling angry after my blatant provocation?'
It was an unexpected response.
'He was like this in the past.'
Grid had taken the Holy Light set that Pascal wanted. But rather than being hostile to Grid, Pascal welcomed him.
He thanked Grid for punishing Drevigo, held a banquet and gave God Judar's blessing without any conditions. He was someone to watch out for. Pascal was someone reluctant to make strong enemies.
'I have to provoke him some more.'
Grid thought this and responded to the handshake.
"Nice to see you as well."
Pascal's spirit rose at Grid's response.
'It's like this. I don't know about the other elders, but he shouldn't be rude to me.'
Grid should also be aware of it. The fact that Pascal would be more helpful than Damian. Pascal was filled with confidence and quickly led the situation.
"You're a duke of the Eternal Kingdom? You're truly a hero. Your outstanding abilities have been recognized. Now, let's move the location. I will prepare a reunion celebration banquet, so let's talk to each other after a long time."
Damian paled as he watched the situation.
'Grid and Pascal knew each other?'
It was serious. Pascal was extremely rich. Grid could be tempted by money. As Damian was worrying, Pascal nailed in the final wedge.
“Sir Grid, I will prepare many gifts for you today."
"Hoh, gifts. i am looking forward to it."
Grid started to show interest. Damian was frustrated, while Pascal showed a deep smile. It was at that moment.
“But Pascal, I'm a duke, right?"
Kwack!
Grid gripped the hand he was shaking with more strength. Pascal's face rapidly twisted.
'What is this…?'
It was an incredible grip. Pascal started to feel pain in his hands. He struggled, but Grid didn't let go.
“You aren't a pope yet. A pope candidate is asking for a handshake instead of politely greeting me? You seem to be making fun of me, Pascal. Was it a lie when you praised me as a hero?"
‘You're just the duke of a small kingdom!'
Pascal was a noble of the Saharan Empire. He recognized all nations apart from the empire as small, and thought they were barbaric. He was a nationalist who believed that only the empire should be blessed by Goddess Rebecca. For Pascal, there was no humiliation worse than being treated like this by a noble of a small kingdom.
"What is this violence? Heok?"
Pascal yelled, then became filled with consternation the moment he met Grid's eyes.
'You…!'
He was unable to read the emotions or measure the depth in Grid's eyes. He didn't know the intentions, but Grid had such profound eyes. Grid's eyes were showing a clear meaning. A provocation. 'Bring it on Pascal. I want to destroy you.' Grid's eyes were clearly saying that.
'A beast!'
The moment that Pascal was feeling agitated, someone fell from the ceiling. A knight wearing red armor. His name was Kamiyan. The 30th knight of the Red Knights, the emperor gave him to Pascal in the hope that Pascal would become the pope.
"Let go."
Kamiyan warned with his sword at Grid's neck. Grid snorted.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I will cut off your hand."
Kamiyan showed no hesitation. His sword moved towards the hand that was holding Pascal's.
Pascal shouted, “Stop!”
Kamiyan's sword stopped just above Grid's wrist. Grid's eyes narrowed from where he had been able to summon Failure from the inventory.
'Too bad.'
Pascal barely managed to escape from Grid's hand.
“Sir Grid, I will close my eyes to your rudeness today."
"You don't have to? I told you already. If you have a complaint then come forward. Bring it on."
“…"
Anger boiled inside Pascal's heart.
He was the son of a Saharan noble, who had gained a high status after joining the Rebecca Church. This was the first time that he had been treated like this. Pascal couldn't be rational or prudent anymore. In his heart, he wanted to tell Kamiyan to immediately hit Grid's neck. But he had to endure it. He needed Grid's strength to release the seals on the three divine artifacts.
"I hope that we can laugh with each other when we meet again soon. I will always have a gift for you."
Pascal withdrew with a red face. Kamiyan and the elders followed him. Grid's face was filled with regret as he looked at them.
'His endurance is great.'
Grid couldn't attack senior NPC priests first. As long as they weren't abandoned by the goddess like Drevigo, they were always protected by the goddess. If he attacked them first, the goddess would curse him.
[Goddess' Curse]
The unlucky stat will be generated.
The unlucky stat was vague since it wasn't a status condition. Grid was reluctant to be cursed by the goddess. That's why he tried to provoke Pascal, but eventually failed.
‘Well, don't be nervous and just wait.'
From Pascal's point of view, Grid was an eyesore. He would eventually attack Grid.
After Pascal and the elders left.
Isabel, who had remained silent the whole time, approached Grid.
"It has been a long time."
It was a dissatisfied voice. It seemed like she had something to complain about.
'I hate you.'
Isabel was plagued with terrible pain because of Grid. This situation happened because Grid forgot to seal Lifael's Spear.
“I’m sorry." Grid sincerely apologized.
Isabel gritted her teeth at the sight of him. “Why are you sorry? Are you apologizing for unsealing Lifael's Spear? Don't make me laugh. I was able to save my friends thanks to you releasing the seal. Thanks to you, the entire church was saved. So don't apologize."
She was grateful.
'Then why is she angry?'
Tears filled Isabel's eyes while Grid was puzzled.
“You always do this. Why do you only show up when I'm in a desperate crisis? Like a prince on a white horse."
Isabel had a crush on Grid. Her emotions were stimulated because she was saved just before falling to hell. But Grid had already ignored her once. It would be the same this time as well.
"You won't accept me anyway, so why are you acting like this…?" Isabel whispered as she bowed her head. Her words didn't reach Grid. The problem was that her voice was too small.
'Her condition is strange. Indeed, she must be in a lot of pain.'
Grid watched Isabel. Her beautiful platinum hair was now close to grey and it wasn't even shiny. Her lustrous red lips were pale and her skinny body looked like a mummy. There was a bigger problem.
‘Her breasts have decreased in size.'
It was the effect of losing weight. Her original B cup breasts were now an A cup. It was really a pity.
"W-Where are you looking? Pervert!" Isabel covered her chest with her arms and shouted.
“What is there to look at?"
"What is there to look at? What does that mean?"
"Do I need to explain?"
"That's okay!"
It had been a really long time since Isabel had been so energetic. Damian watched her and Grid and smiled.
'Isabel-chan, you have always missed Grid.'
He hoped her heart would be communicated to Grid. He truly was cheering her on. Damian wasn't a rival for Grid.
'It's natural for the heroine to be connected with the hero.'
He was just an extra. He was too incompetent, so he was satisfied just watching Rebecca's Daughters from the side. Huroi approached Damian and whispered. “Don’t worry. She doesn't fit My Lord's taste."
“…"
The beautiful Isabel-chan didn't suit Grid's taste? It was upsetting. Damian was making a subtle expression when Grid urged him.
"How long are we going to stand here? Guide me to a suitable place."
It was time to figure out how to create and seal Lifael's Spear.
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Chapter 267
"Beautiful and benevolent Goddess Rebecca, give your light to this weak and foolish servant who can't move without it. I will use your light to save the weak and punish the wicked."
The first prayer room. Pascal was praying in a place that originally only the pope could use. It was to shake off his anger about Grid and regain his senses.
"…May the whole world be bathed in the warm light."
After a long time, his prayers finished. Pascal made a refreshed expression and got up from his seat. His anger was cleansed and he was now calm.
'It isn't simply riches or power that the current Grid is coveting now.'
If it was, Grid wouldn't have been able to shake off his temptation.
'It seems like there is a special link between him and Damian.' This was an unexpected variable. 'But eternal friendship doesn't exist. Even blood and flesh will kill each other in front of greed.'
The only concept that didn't change in this world was faith.
Ssik.
Pascal commanded with a smile, “Open the warehouse.”
"Yes!"
Pascal's loyal followers that he brought from the Judar Church moved immediately.
Creak.
The secret warehouse door behind the statue opened and glittering gold poured out. There were treasures and gold piled up in the warehouse. Pascal used the secret warehouse that Drevigo had made during his days as the pope.
‘Grid, how much will make you satisfied?'
Pascal's men started to gather up the gold coins. These gold coins would be used to obtain Grid.
'I will offer more if it's still lacking. If that is not enough, I will give even more. In the end, you will be caught by my hands.'
Kamiyan watched Pascal and asked. "That person called Grid, isn't it better to just kill him?"
“He is the only one who can unseal the three divine artifacts of our church. He can't die."
“What if you can't obtain him?"
"Haha, that won't happen. He's very greedy. He will surely accept my heart."
“…"
Pascal was confident, but Kamiyan was unsure.
‘He's a wild beast. He can never be tamed.'
Kamiyan had noticed it when he aimed his sword at Grid's wrist. Grid didn't blink once. He was prepared to give his hand to strike Kamiyan's neck. Honestly, it gave Kamiyan goose bumps.
'It isn't a skill that develops after fighting once or twice. His momentum was overwhelming. Perhaps I would've had to fight properly. His power might be praised by the church, but it will be painful in many ways if he becomes an enemy.'
The emperor had commanded Kamiyan. Pascal must become pope. Kamiyan faithfully carried out the emperor's commands, so he couldn't neglect any dangers.
"Come out."
Kamiyan moved to avoid Pascal's eyes and summoned an assassin from the emperor. An assassin of the emperor, the assassin called 'Crow.' There was a flashing light in the darkness and the shadow asked Kamiyan.
“You saw that guy called Grid, right? Can you assassinate him?"
"Is that a question that needs to be asked? I can even kill a mouse."
It wasn't a lie. Crow had the ability to assassinate enemy knights. One day, the strongest assassins Doran and Kasim disappeared, so Crow was now the strongest assassin in existence.
"Good answer. Kill Grid as soon as possible."
"Look forward to tomorrow morning. He will be hung on Goddess Rebecca's statue."
Crow immediately disappeared.
***
Grid frowned as he was guided into Isabel's room.
"What is this?"
It was a small room where the only furniture was a shabby bed. A chill that would make the bones ache dominated the inside of the room.
"There isn't even a fireplace? It will be freezing in the middle of winter."
He touched the grey wall and stone powder fell down.
"Hey, you will catch pneumonia."
Grid shook off the dust and turned to Isabel.
"It's still like this?"
“…"
Rebecca's Daughters had also suffered under Drevigo. Despite being the strong force, they didn't rebel against the leaders of the church and endured this unfair treatment.
It was frustrating when he thought about it, but what could he do? The church raised Rebecca's Daughters as a weapon and they were taught only obedience. This deep brainwashing was like a shackle.
It was the church's fault, not theirs. On the surface, the church expressed peace and charity, but there was no charity. From what Grid could see, the Rebecca Church was no different from the Yatan Church.
'Bad people.'
Grid's expression distorted as he thought about how Pascal and the elders treated Damian and Isabel.
The words that the assassin Shay had spoken popped up.
'The Yatan Church is the one that stands for pure evil. They believe that evil is the right way. But the people from the Rebecca Church commit atrocities, even though they realize they have to do good deeds. The front and back are different, so they are far sneakier and more dangerous than the Yatan Church.'
This wasn't the case with the Rebecca Church in the past. But Drevigo ruined everything.
'He caused the rot.'
The current leaders of the Rebecca Church were those affected by Drevigo. Most of them had already tasted the sweet fruit he offered them and realized they felt joy in harassing others.
Could they let go of this pleasure?
No. The evidence was that they were following Pascal without trying to overcome his temptations. Pruning was required.
'Damian should be pope.'
He might be an otaku, but Damian was a pure person. The Rebecca Church would change if he became the pope.
'First of all, Pascal can't become pope.'
Pascal was from the empire. He was the son of the powerful Earl Chirita of the empire. If Pascal became the pope, the empire would be able to utilize the Rebecca Church freely. Lauel was convinced that the empire would become much stronger than it was now. Grid agreed.
'Someday I will become hostile to the empire when I become king, so they shouldn't become stronger than they are now.'
Grid silently thought for a moment before opening his mouth.
“Damian, you should start your campaign right now. Make sure you thoroughly advertise that I am your guardian. Huroi will help you."
"Yes!"
The first ranked orator, Huroi. His words had the power to capture people's ears and hearts. He would surely be a great strength to Damian.
“In the meantime, I will seal Lifael's Spear."
Grid sat on Isabel's bed. Then he observed Lifael's Spear in her hand.
"Legendary Blacksmith's Appraisal."
[The blacksmith who became a legend can appraise items with an excellent discerning eye. If a hidden feature exists in the target item, it will be found.]
[Lifael's Spear]
Rating: Myth
Durability: 1,500/1,500
Attack Power: :1,330~1,890
* Divine Power +3,000
* All stats +200.
* 300% increase in health recovery.
* Fixed damage of +5,000 on each attack.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Light Wheel' skill.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Shield of Light' skill.
* There is a high probability of activating the 'Light of Guidance' skill.
* The skill 'White Transformation' will always be invoked.
* Attack power +50% against those with dark magic power.
It is one of the three divine artifacts of the Rebecca Church.
It contains a tremendous divine power that human beings can't afford to handle, placing a heavy burden on the user's mind and body.
Since Rebecca's Daughters became short-lived after being unable to cope with the power of this weapon, 5th Pope Franz asked Pagma to seal its power.
However, Pagma's Descendant appeared in the days of 13th Pope Drevigo and released the seal on the weapon.
Conditions of Use: Rebecca’s Daughter.
Weight: 400
[You have already uncovered the hidden feature of the item.]
‘In order to reseal this…'
He needed to understand the structure of the item. Then he could figure out how to make it. In order to do so, the process of disassembly and assembly, as well as observation, were essential.
After becoming Pagma's Descendant, Grid had often disassembled and assembled items. He was confident that he could quickly grasp the structure of Lifael's Spear. That's why he thought this task would be easy.
'But the reality is different.'
Things became difficult. Isabel was the problem. Her health was far more serious than expected. If she let go of Lifael's Spear, she would die immediately. It meant that he couldn't disassemble Lifael's Spear.
'I have to do it with observation.'
He couldn't guarantee how long it would take. But one thing was clear.
“Isabel, I will be sure to save you."
Isabel was a precious person. She was a person he shared memories with and was loved by somebody. Damian thought of her the same way Grid thought of Irene.
'I won't allow you to die.'
Grid started to observe Lifael's Spear. He carefully looked at the features several times. Was it possible to raise the understanding of an item to 100% just by looking at it? It was impossible at this time. It was out of reach with Grid's current abilities. But Grid believed in his imperfection.
'I have abilities that haven't blossomed yet.'
Originally, if he completed the class quests, then he would gain abilities. These abilities were drawn out of him.
'I can do it.'
Grid's class quest couldn't proceed at the moment. It had already been more than a year since he received it.
'The developers aren't brainless or manipulative.'
It was clear that they would've prepared some way to awaken his power in the case of an incomplete class quest.
The answer was likely to be hidden in Lifael's Spear. What was the reason for Grid unsealing Lifael's Spear? The system. In the past, the system arrow led Grid to unseal Lifael's Spear. That lead to this present situation. It was a clear arrangement.
'An arrangement that will allow my skills to blossom.'
Grid's eyes sharpened as he observed Lifael's Spear. His concentration started to rise to the extreme. The willpower and spirit he trained over many experiences was in effect.
'Grid…'
Isabel's mind calmed as she sat opposite Grid. Somehow, she seemed to hear the voice of Goddess Rebecca.
'Believe in him.'
***
A serene dawn.
Crow appeared in the shadows of the window and looked at Grid.
'It's already been 8 hours.'
Grid was sitting in a small room. He had been examining Lifael's Spear for 8 hours already. His mind was solely focused on Lifael's Spear. It meant he was full of holes.
'Rebecca's Daughter has fallen asleep. This will be an easier assassination than I expected.'
Crow landed underneath a tree. Then he entered the building that contained Grid. He didn't make the slightest noise during all of this.
“…"
Crow moved stealthily down the hall. Even the sensitive rats didn't detect his presence. But something was looking at him from the shadows.
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