Chapter 36
The Demon Hunting Method of the Regressed Inquisitor
The Demon Hunting Method Of The Regressed Inquisitor 36
The Eroding One (1)
Kurud guided Rost and his party to Rubia and even took them to the hunterâs guild, as they were fellow hunters.
However, it cannot be denied that the process was accompanied by a strange flow.
âWhat is this?â
But when he came to his senses, he was already in the middle of the guildâs duel arena.
It was a kind of duel arena used when objective skill verification was needed. And he was standing on it.
It was indeed a clever flow.
As they talked about this and that, it was said that it would be hard to just pass by.
The first impression was a bit unique, but the situation was what it was. No matter how much of a priest he was, things could get rough.
So he couldnât suspect it.
The gentle atmosphere of the man who looked a little tired did not feel awkward.
It was a completely natural feeling. Given that he had the firm position of a priest in the Pantheon, there was no room for doubt.
So, when they said they would cooperate to some extent while staying in Rubia, it was clear that a priest was indeed a priest.
Eventually, they reached the conclusion to match each otherâs skillsâ¦
âWowww!!â
They only said they would match each otherâs skills, but it was never supposed to turn into a situation like a gladiator in the Colosseum.
âHmm.â
In front of him was an orc inspecting weapons, including a giant hammer.
For some reason, the hunters, who had become spectators, were shouting.
âKill him! Kill him! Kill him!â
Even the atmosphere was filled with madness.
Whoever created this atmosphere, there was no way out now.
If he didnât thoroughly defeat his opponent, it seemed like the spectators would riot with jeers.
Kurud looked at the members of the Lost party sitting in the waiting area with a dazed expression.
They looked quite bored, with cigarettes in their mouths.
The gentle atmosphere from earlier was nowhere to be found, replaced by an overtly finished attitude.
âPlease, give me a move.â
âHmm⦠okay.â
There was no way to refuse in the midst of such a crowd.
Kurud also had the dignity of a guild master to uphold.
He was already under scrutiny for various reasons due to recent events.
-Itâs nothing special. It happened with just one kick from that guy. Thanks to that, my dignity is in shambles.
Kurud gritted his teeth as he recalled the disgrace he had mentioned.
It was such a perfect move.
The fact that they had gathered an audience was proof of that.
Introducing the hunters of Rubia as a brief greeting had come back like this.
âYouâve done something terrible as usual, Mr. Lost.â
âOriginally, thereâs only a one-letter difference between missionary work and agitation. So, people must always be sincere to their opponents. I only appealed sincerely.â
If you donât preach with words that come from genuine sincerity, any words are just agitation.
âSo, was this missionary work?â
âThatâs incitement.â
ââ¦Mr. Rost, donât you feel sorry to God?â
âGood question, Linnea.â
Rost took out the Inquisitorâs mask he carried and put it on.
âI engraved an inverted cross on the mask because I felt sorry.â
What can you do?
Rost is someone who takes on tasks that should make him feel sorry to God.
Heâs part of the churchâs cleanup crew.
The more Linnea got to know Rost, the more she sighed. She knew he had many secrets, but his way of pushing people was extraordinary.
For a priest, his personality was too dirty. Of course, she knew well that he was an Inquisitor, as she had heard in rumors.
Butâ¦
âThe rain is getting heavier, make sure your raincoat is tightly fastened so the raindrops donât seep in.â
âYes.â
As the rain intensified, Rost opened an umbrella and covered Claire with it. Watching this, Linnea found it increasingly difficult to understand what kind of person he was.
Despite his usual actions, he certainly had the demeanor of a clergyman.
Perhaps it was because the gap between these aspects was too wide. Therefore, Linnea could only conclude one thing.
âHeâs not a bad person.â
Thatâs all she could say.
She couldnât find out anything about the things she really wanted to know about Rost.
While Linnea was pondering about Rost, it happened.
âYou fool. I told you to find an assistant, and you brought a snake-like person.â
An old man with a nasty personality joined Rostâs group. Just by looking at his expensive jewelry and clothing, it was clear he was no ordinary person.
âYou donât look like a hunter.â
âDo you think I would wield a spear at my age?â
âIf you had taken good care of your health, I wouldnât rule it out.â
âSo, are you saying Iâm on my last legs?â
âOf course not, sir. I meant you still look vigorous. Shall I cast a blessing on you?â
Despite the sudden reproach from the picky-looking old man, Rost responded calmly.
His attitude was as if he had expected this, making Linnea tilt her head in confusion once again.
âA merchant. Is that correct?â
âThatâs right. Did that guy explain that too? If he did, I should have hit him on the head right away.â
âNo, I just thought that if there were hunters who sided with the merchants, there would be one or two merchants who sided with the hunters. Otherwise, it wouldnât have reached a stalemate.â
Merchants and hunters.
When you put down the force, the difference in power between them is so stark.
âYouâre better than that guy. So, our little snake, whatâs your scheme?â
âBefore asking about my scheme, shouldnât you at least introduce yourself?â
âIâm Anne, the master of the Rubia branch of the Merchant Guild. Kid. Now itâs your turn. What do you do?â
âIâm Lost. Well, as you can see, Iâm a devout and kind priest.â
âThese days, priests can smoke in front of elders?â
Lost smiled at Anneâs words and put down the cigarette.
It was almost a nitpick, but he intended to keep the minimum courtesy.
âSo? Whatâs this about?â
âWell, just managing the stress of this group a bit. Weâll cooperate properly in the work, so please donât get too angry.â
âCooperate, what can you guys do in front of that kid?â
âIsnât that what weâre about to find out? We need to check the objective difference in abilities first. You know that as a merchant, donât you?â
âI know. If I were a fool working without accurate calculations, would I be a merchant?â
âThatâs it. Iâm not a merchant, but Iâm trying to do some calculations.â
âPriests do calculations too? Later, youâll divide by the number of believers?â
âHaha! Thatâs a funny joke.â
A suffocating conversation.
Linea quietly pulled Claireâs hem and distanced herself.
If she got bitten by getting involved in the conversation of the vipers, it would be a big problem. As a delicate herbivorous fox, she was good at sensing such dangerous atmospheres.
âWell, letâs talk while watching. Isnât it quite an interesting spectacle? A duel between the orc and the hunter guild master. Both are rare species, but one handles mana like a limb while the other canât feel mana at all, with completely opposite tendencies.â
âYou have a long tongue. Is that how you coaxed the others?â
âOf course, I gave more medicine to the other hunters.â
âI like your honesty.â
Anneâs face had a sneer despite her words.
It was obviously sarcastic, but Lost didnât care.
Anne glanced at Lost and continued.
âThen, kid, youâd better calculate properly. The level of the opponent you said youâd cooperate with.â
âYou seem to have a more generous evaluation of the Kurud Guild Master than I expected.â
The duel between Titan and the Kurud Guild Master began.
It didnât take long for the reason for that generous evaluation to become apparent.
The gray aura, specialized for the gray city of Rubia where it rains all year round, blended into the environment.
Even though Lost had anticipated it, it was harder to grasp than expected.
The fragments of the finely shattered aura began to blend into the rain, making it as difficult to distinguish as sleet.
It was impossible to avoid all the falling raindrops.
Titan soon became covered in blood from Kurudâs fierce attacks.
âIâve seen the efforts, so itâs only natural to have a generous evaluation. â¦And thatâs why itâs even more despairing.â
In such a one-sided situation, Anne turned her body as if there was nothing more to see.
âIt seems the result is decided.â
Kurud is strong.
And the one who toyed with such a Kurud is that monster.
Just a child throwing a tantrum. To be defeated by such a child.
Thereâs no need to mention that Kurudâs pride was torn to shreds.
âItâs a childish farce. Kid, you should leave this place where you have no ties and avoid such experiences.â
âUnlike the Kurud Guild Master who is trying to save the city, you seem quite skeptical.â
âItâs fine. Itâs not really a big problem. That kid never kills anyone. Itâs just a matter of enduring a bit. Itâs not something that should involve even those of you from outside.â
âYou have a different opinion from mine.â
âWhat opinion?â
âFirst of all, the duel is not over yet.â
Boom!
At that moment, Titanâs counterattack, which had been pushed back unilaterally, began. With his unique strength, he unleashed a blow that scattered stones and rocks as if digging into the arena floor.
If itâs a fine aura, its range of effect is bound to be narrow.
Even if itâs shallow, spreading it wide can make it unstoppable.
While it may be impossible to avoid all the falling raindrops, blocking the rain is simpler than expected.
âRaincoats are good, but this city needs a place to avoid the rain.â
Lost said, pointing to his sleeve that had begun to get wet.
A raincoat cannot completely block the pouring rain.
And the same goes for an umbrella.
The rain that started pouring in some way soaks the hem of my clothes.
Thatâs the situation in this city right now.
âYou donât realize your clothes are getting wet in a drizzle. Thereâs a saying like that in the West. Didnât you say itâs not a big deal for others to care about? If you keep getting wet in the drizzle, not only will your clothes get wet, but youâll catch a cold.â
âThereâs no fuss like putting up a roof to prepare for rain that will stop soon. You rookie.â
âWill the rain stop?â
A child throwing a tantrum. That might not be wrong.
The cityâs wickedness might get tired and stop rampaging soon.
At the end of it, the idea of leaving the city to find new fun might come up.
But what if it doesnât?
What if they stay in this city for years? There might be a reason it had to be Rubia in the first place.
Lost knows that this rain wonât stop easily.
So, heâs preparing a roof to avoid the rain, not a raincoat or an umbrella.
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âHaâ¦! Now I see it wasnât a coincidence. It wasnât a coincidence! How much do you know about that kid?â
âI know about their identity, but I donât know any details yet. The information from the Kurud Guild Master helped.â
Anne clicked her tongue at Lostâs confident words. A merchantâs intuition tells her. The opponent didnât come to Rubia by chance but came targeting it.
It wasnât just a side job or cooperation; the main purpose was that.
Itâs an incredibly despicable way.
But thatâs why itâs much more reliable than a coincidence.
âRookie. Youâd be more suited to being a con artist than a priest.â
âNo way. Being a priest is my calling.â
âSo? Faithful priest. What did you say that crazy kidâs identity was?â
Lost quietly put on his mask while looking at Anneâs face, which started to show the unique, colorful eyes of a merchant.
Suddenly, he saw a girl with purple hair watching from afar with a mad smile.
It felt like his blood froze for a moment, but he didnât show it.
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Even in such a noisy place, she stands out.
One by one, the hunters heading towards the duel between Titan and Kurud start to turn their gaze back.
The girl, who was sitting on the roof with a cocky attitude, grinned at the hostile gazes directed at her.
He could tell without checking.
âThatâs the kind of precious, painful finger that they would overturn the continent to come and get if something happened.â
The erosion deep inside the body was shaking violently.
It had the appearance of a human, but the alien nature within could not be hidden.
Anne quietly took a step back.
Lost sensed it.
The opponent was not rational enough to understand words.
âWhen whales fight, shrimp backs get broken.â
âThen letâs prepare for the whale fight. Even if our backs break, we must save our lives.â
âWe must.â
Anne quietly stepped back, calling the guards who had been watching her from afar.
She must not show her back.
It was like the behavior one would take when encountering a predator.
A tantrum-throwing child? It would have been cute if that were the case.
What stood before her was a beast in human form.
And that beast, suddenly, boldly, without any warning, like an unprecedented disaster.
âEhehehehehe!â
It stormed onto the stage, catching everyone off guard.