Chapter 14
The Demon Hunting Method of the Regressed Inquisitor
The Demon Hunting Method Of The Regressed Inquisitor 14
Encounter
Crack! Crack-crack!
Burkeâs sword ground against mine as if it were a saw blade.
The sword itself is nothing special.
Itâs just that the magic Burke wields holds such power.
However, the sword given to me by my master doesnât get scratched by such power.
I confirmed it in the battle with the bandits, but it is indeed an extraordinary sword.
âAhhh!!â
Burke seemed to be screaming.
Yes, he must be feeling wronged, in pain.
So, cry as much as you want and scream as much as you want.
Burke has no special talent.
He probably knows that he canât beat me.
Yes, he just has the power of magic added to the effort he has accumulated over five years.
I could kill Burke right now if I wanted to.
But I can at least keep him company until he vents all his last resentment.
It was his life. It ended up like this in someone elseâs hands.
Then at least he should be given the chance to show what he has worked for so far.
âI will remember clearly that you existed.â
Swords clash. Burke, who was rolling on the ground, throws dirt.
I brush off the flying dagger with my sleeve. I dodge the kick that comes up from below.
The more he fought, the calmer he became, and accordingly, the proportion of magic he used decreased.
âSobâ¦â
He no longer vented his resentment and just calmly accepted the result he had to face.
âSob, sob.â
There was no anger, only sadness.
Little by little, it showed what kind of life Burke had lived, through his actions and skills.
And so, the tears Burke shed flowed quietly and calmly.
And when he finally mustered all his strength and cut my waist.
He finally came to a stop.
Only then did he understand that all those struggles were the path Burke Ryan had taken to survive.
Crackle!
He refined the divine power that had been subtly flowing all along into a form.
What he borrowed was the lightning of Jupiter, the god of the sky, who is equivalent to the chief god in the pantheon.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
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The lightning that had accompanied my final moments manifested in the form of a spear.
Life returned to Burkeâs eyes, which had been almost in a trance.
Burke bowed his head as if resigned.
âPromise.â
âYes.â
âKeep the promise!!â
âI swear in the name of all the gods in the pantheon. I will ensure your sister lives a normal life.â
The greatest vow I could make. Burke would understand what it means for a priest like me to swear in the name of a god.
ââ¦â¦Thank you.â
Perhaps he had finally decided to accept his death, as Burke bowed his head without further resistance.
He must have hoped that the promise with me would be kept. Thatâs why he was trying to please me, even bowing his head to someone he had only known for a week.
âPlease take care of my sisterâ¦â¦.â
Boom!!
At the same time as that vow, a thunderous roar echoed.
The lightning of Jupiter left my hand and pierced Burkeâs heart.
The lightning lodged in his heart spread throughout Burkeâs body.
Demons do not die easily from anything other than divine power. The power called magic constantly regenerates the body.
Therefore, other than purification through divine power, the only way to deal with them is to kill them repeatedly, causing pain until they can no longer regenerate.
So I ended it in one blow. To shorten his suffering, I used my strongest card to cut off his breath.
âClaireâ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âIâm sorryâ¦â¦ for being a foolâ¦â¦.â
It must have been a pain that felt like his body was burning. Yet, instead of a scream, he left an apology for his sister.
âYouâve done well.â
All I can do for him is hope that his soul can be forgiven by the gods.
âBurke.â
When was it?
The last promise I made with him, which had been festering in my heart, comes to mind.
Burke was realizing that he was gradually changing.
He noticed that he was starting to harbor murderous intent towards Claire.
-â â â . You have to kill me.
So he told me. He asked me to kill him. He left such words to me, someone he could call a friend.
But at the moment when it had to be done.
When Burke started rampaging in the middle of the village, I ran away instead of killing him.
I later heard what happened to Burke. Surrounded by numerous hunters and priests, he was stabbed to death by countless spears and swords.
Claire, Burkeâs younger sister, was also there. She watched as Burke died.
Her brother, who loved her, tried to kill her.
In the end, surrounded by numerous hunters, he was killed.
It shouldnât have been like that. I should have killed Burke as promised.
I shouldnât have let Claire see such a horrible sight. I shouldnât have let her go through such a terrible experience.
Yes, so nowâ¦
âThis time, I kept my promise.â
I donât know if my words reached him. His body had already started to scatter into dust.
Itâs truly a cruel thing.
That even a demon cannot leave his body in this worldâ¦
âIs this why itâs called a trial?â
Because it can be so empty for those who are watching.
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When Lost gave Burke peace as a human,
âHa ha ha ha ha!â
Bang!
Titan was fighting a bloody battle with Tros Ryan.
Tros Ryan was receiving his immense power with just a sword.
Titan was not inferior to Tros Ryan in any aspect.
Not in strength, skill, or even speed.
But he was pushed back. Tros Ryan, imbued with the power of aura, could easily overturn the differences in strength and speed.
A power that defies common sense.
âImpressive!â
Titan looked at the blue aura at the tip of Tros Ryanâs sword as if he had an epiphany.
âIs this something Father can handleâ¦!â
At the same time, Titan shuddered.
Craig was stronger than him. Even without using aura, he was a formidable opponent who could overpower him.
But the fact that Craig could also handle aura felt like an insurmountable wall, and it sparked his competitive spirit.
âSo, I still donât qualify.â
Craig had never shown his aura in his battles with Titan. He never needed to.
You donât use a cow-killing knife to kill a chicken. Titan was still far from being able to see Craigâs aura.
âNo matter what kind of person you are, I must thank you for this encounter.â
A being stronger than himself, who could handle aura. There was much to learn from fighting such an opponent.
Regardless of the fact that he was a villain, it was undeniable that he had taught him a lot.
âHmm!â
Bang!
Titanâs hammer fell onto Tros Ryanâs sword.
The sword, imbued with aura, remained intact even after receiving the hammerâs blow.
Tros Ryan, who must have felt the weight, stood firm.
âIâmâ¦â
But Tros Ryan couldnât hide his bewilderment.
Clang!
This time, Titan deflected the spear thrust at him to the side. He broke into a cold sweat at the sharpness that seemed to cut through him, and immediately took advantage of the gap to leave a scratch on Titanâs body.
The battle situation clearly favored Tros Ryan. Titan wielded a weapon centered on weight, but he couldnât fully exert his strength.
On the other hand, Tros Ryan was using a unified swordsmanship, stabbing through the gaps.
But there were no fatal wounds. The first attack was always Titanâs.
âIâm falling behind in skill?â
In strength and speed, he was superior.
But Titanâs exquisite attack made it difficult to take advantage of it.
âTo think that I would lose to such a barbarian!!â
Titanâs weapon was originally the type that crushed with strength and weight. Naturally, there was nothing special in terms of skill.
Even so, the fact that he was falling behind meant there was a significant difference between the two.
Tros Ryan was a knight of considerable level, but he did not rely on aura. His essence was, after all, a swordsman.
If his swordsmanship was crude, even if he could use aura, it would be like a pearl necklace on a pigâs neck.
But at this moment, his pride began to crack.
Someone stronger than himself? Sure, it could happen.
But not the being in front of him.
That such a dull-witted barbarian could be better than him was unacceptable.
He had invested his entire life.
He had devoted his life to the sword, and as a result, he had achieved his current status.
âRidiculous.â
Whack!
Titanâs blow, which had been failing to land a valid hit, finally struck. In an instant, Tros Ryan staggered greatly from the punch swung without the hammer.
âUgh.â
It was just a punch thrown as if to tap.
It didnât even seem to have proper strength, let alone aura.
But even so, Tros Ryan felt his consciousness fly away for a moment. No technique or aura was needed.
Titanâs body was already sufficiently perfected.
âThis isâ¦â
He was struck by such a simple blow.
It was a humiliating experience. But more than that, what filled Tros Ryanâs heart was jealousy.
âIsnât this unfairâ¦â
Muscles that were hard to cut even with a sword imbued with aura.
Skills superior to his own.
And above all, a perfected body. No, something beyond that.
It made everything he had built up through effort seem futile.
He was angry that just being born an orc allowed him to have such a perfected body.
âIâ¦! I have spent my entire life to reach this level!â
The aura on Tros Ryanâs sword blazed like fire.
He unleashed the power he had accumulated over his lifetime in the form of rage.
âSomeone like you!!â
Tros Ryan bent his body deeply, holding the sword with both hands.
Then, like a lion targeting its prey, he charged.
Slash!
A deep wound, different from any before, was carved into Titanâs flesh.
With that absurd cutting power, red blood burst out, and Titanâs body began to stagger for a moment.
âI did it⦠I did it!â
As Tros Ryan shouted in triumph, Titan ran his fingers over his wound.
He seemed unimpressed.
âIs that your full strength?â
ââ¦â¦â
âIs that what you wanted? Is that the power you poured your entire life into?â
Titanâs gaze at Tros Ryan was cold. It even seemed disappointed.
âFor such a trivial amount of power, for inflicting such a minor wound.â
Crack!
Titan clenched his fist, abandoning his weapon. A menacing aura began to flow from his tightly clenched fist.
âDid you trade humans like commodities?â
Tros Ryan made money through human trafficking.
He used that money to grow his family and his power.
For armor to protect his body, for a sword that could cut down any opponent.
For such things, he bought and sold people.
To Titan, these were incomprehensible acts. No, he didnât even want to understand.
âWhat did you gain from that power? Is wounding me your badge of honor? Did you commit such horrific acts just to be satisfied with this?â
âYou, who had everything from the beginning, wouldnât understand!â
The opponent didnât know. He didnât know how desperate he had been. He had never had such worries.
Tros Ryan shouted in frustration. He knew that no logic could be embedded in his words, so he just shouted.
âNo, no one has everything from the beginning.â
Titanâs words were calm beyond measure.
Tros Ryan could only watch in silence as Titanâs actions continued.
âI was just a powerless kid when I was young too.â
Kwa-dudududuk!!
Titanâs foot stretched forward and fixed itself to the ground.
âEveryone starts that way.â
Then, after pulling his fist back, he rotated his ankle, waist, and shoulder simultaneously as he threw his punch.
In a stance that was the very epitome of pouring all his strength into it.
âThe starting point wouldnât have been much different. What differed was how one responded to the desperation they faced.â
Tukwang!!
An absurdly loud noise echoed.
âJust that mindset.â
Finally, everything that had been blocking Titanâs path disappeared.
âDesperation isnât something only you feel.â
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By the time Burkeâs body had completely turned to dust and vanished,
I was watching the mansion of Baron Ryan collapse.
Seeing that absurd sight, I knew the outcome was already decided.
Itâs obvious who did it.
That phenomenon couldnât have been caused by just swinging a sword a few times.
ââ¦â¦By now, Duke Foris should be arriving.â
Probably, the master of the hunter guild associated with Burke, Allen Wise, would be accompanying him.
Since the great mage himself was stepping in, there shouldnât be any problems, but thereâs the matter of social reputation.
With this, the stage was set for Titan to fight Allen Wise as he desired. Whether he could do it after fighting Tros Ryan, I didnât know.
Anyway, given Titanâs status, it would just be an event match.
âThen, itâs about timeâ¦â¦â
Itâs time to reopen the path that was blocked to corner Burke.
Originally, not many people walked the alley leading to Baron Ryanâs mansion, but leaving it like this would be a nuisance.
ââ¦â¦â
I touched the ice wall I had created.
Just that touch made the ice wall start to disappear into light.
It was borrowed at the cost of divine power.
Just returning it.
The moment the ice wall completely collapsed and the path opened.
âWhatâ¦â¦?â
An old man with a strange smile appeared before my eyes.
I was aghast at the sight.
It felt as if the world had turned gray and crumbled, and at the same time, it was like experiencing a terrible nightmare.
âThanks to you, I saw something interesting. Sorry for peeking, young man.â
ââ¦â¦.â
A hunched old man. He looked like a sage and a demon at the same time.
I canât forget it. How could I forget that appearance?
âHmm? Young man, why are you standing there blankly? Is something wrong?â
Turning a person into a demon and ultimately making that being a demon tribe is what demons do. They are increasing their kin in that way.
âWhy are you trembling like that? Is it because of the cold? Or are you terrified? Of whom? For what reason?â
Then there must be the first being who created that demon.
There is an existence that humans must fear the most.
The ten trials designated by humanity. Tasks that must be overcome someday.
The being located at the final chapter of that list.
âYou seem to know who I am.â
ï¼The One Who Is Everywhereï¼
Malice
âAnswer me.â
That unidentified trial was also called this in the future I knew.
âYou know me.â
The King of Darkness, âBelial.â
âIsnât that right?â
Coincidentally, the being right in front of my eyes was âhim.â