I Gave Up Their NTR Liberation Quest - Chapter 129
I Gave Up Their NTR Liberation Quest chapter 129
129 – The Solution to Everything
“… What the hell did the young master get from an illness unrelated to the incident?”
“It’s an incurable disease in my view.”
The expressions of the three women who saw me and Ariane returning to the mansion in a state of disrepair were mixed with worry and a bit of dejection.
To be honest, I would be very embarrassed from that point of view. I only took a day off, but what percentage would be the chance of being attacked at that time.
“At least I did my job.”
The subjugation of monsters is beginning to show an end. Due to the fight with the spirit, the small monster was oxidized to ashes without leaving a trace. Even moderately strong monsters were caught in the aftermath of Aryan’s magic and died.
“Perhaps, after walking around for 2 or 3 days, the subjugation of the monsters that have accepted the demonic energy that exists within the territory will be over.”
There is no need to exterminate the monsters at all. There is no need to destroy the ecosystem of the territory for nothing, and it is more wasteful to exchange such trivial monsters for coins.
“… Anyway, if I had known it would turn out like this, I would have brought Mr. Rirke as well.”
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen much since vacation started.
He handed me this Nemesis, and I liked Neros so I clung to him every day… It means that it disappeared without a sound.
“ah… Come to think of it, I heard that he used the church’s money recklessly to make Lian’s armor and was taken away.”
Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Neros’ words.
“So it seems that he was taken to the Disciplinary Committee for spending too much money from the church to make the armor Lian is wearing.”
“no… How much money for one of these…”
I did pour
Mithril and Wyvern skin. In fact, it was an armor that I had obtained casually, but that one item easily exceeded the monthly budget of a dizzying self-made family.
And if you go as far as finding a blacksmith who can improve, strengthen, and tan it, maybe astronomy… Even if it’s not an enemy cost, a lot of money is getting out of the way.
I knew that too, but I thought it was something I had gotten cheaply through my connections.
Or because I really thought that I wouldn’t be able to buy that expensive item casually just because I was a warrior.
“… By the way, do you know how much it is?”
“At least half of the church’s safe is gone, you lament?”
Compared to the Church of Neiros, the goddess of love, the Church of Rachel, which enshrines the Goddess of Vengeance with Rirke, is not doing very well.
I’d rather have it be bad.
There are few nobles, most of them belong to the slums, and most of the commoners who do have a few are lackeys who dream of revenge for having been robbed of something.
Isn’t the chance for money to be gathered in such a place when a fallen aristocrat or merchant dreaming of revenge makes a donation?
“Half of the safe is this armor…”
To be honest, the money required to buy this armor can be bought with family money. I just accepted the favor because the other side said they wanted to help.
But I never dreamed that such a situation existed.
“Is he really making a fuss too?”
“I agree. Didn’t you find it shocking to see me being dragged away?”
Did you go there not voluntarily?
Then it is understandable that he disappeared without a word.
“So what are you going to do?”
As I was laughing dejectedly, Neros stuck his face next to me and asked an obvious, if obvious, question.
“Aren’t you going to help Rirke?”
No matter how embarrassing it was to see everyone silently closing their eyes and nodding their heads at Neros’ words, as if it were natural for them to do so.
What the hell has happened to my reputation?
[‘I want to sleep with all women’ says that he is a Hogu hero that everyone seeks.]
It’s really like talking… .
I want to deny it, but in the perception of the women who are already looking at me from there, my perception will not be different from what God said now.
In a good way, he’s a hero, and in a bad way, he’s a goofy bastard.
this is my reputation
“I have to go get it.”
Well, my reputation will go to help Rirke anyway.
The only goddess I can directly help with is Rachel among the three. Even that can’t be completely trusted, but it’s still not untouchable garbage like Neiros.
Besides, if what Rachel said was true, she could honestly be trusted more than anyone else.
The fact that there is no driving force as good as revenge is a fact that has been confirmed over and over again.
“Besides, personally, I hate to see the Order collapse.”
No, it doesn’t matter if the Church of Rachel collapses itself. The problem is the dispersion of believers after that. The god’s divine power is created through prayer.
The hero’s divine power is also created through a similar mechanism, so he knows that fact better than anyone else.
Of course, the Church of Neiros, which has a relatively large number of religious beliefs, would be difficult to deal with… increase beyond this? Besides, there are more people in the Goddess of Play than in the Church of Rachel.
It is absolutely not possible for a church that was divided into three to become two.
The fact that I have to deal with God is still heavy, but to deal with a God who has become stronger than this?
Honestly, I have to become the 4th force and take away the followers, but what if I give power to that side?
“But how can I help you?
At the end of the lane, I made a circle of hands and came up with a really simple solution.
The secret weapon and the strongest card that can solve most problems.
“Ahh… Where would the hero not come to help me?”
“Keep quiet. Because of you, all of the Pope’s normal little hair is falling out.”
“Ah, at that point, even the Pope will give up… Just like Cardinal Jard, it could be a shiny hairstyle.”
“Shut up! There’s no way a woman with lush hair like you could understand the value of that one strand!?”
The dungeon of the Church of Rachel.
What was unfolding there was neither torture nor interrogation, but comic dialogue.
“Hey, someone stop that bastard.”
“done. Did Jared have seizures with his hair once or twice?”
“f*ck! You guys are the worst guys!!”
Rirke laughs brightly as he sees the cardinal and the officers talking loudly. I wonder how many people can laugh brightly like that in prison, but I can’t help it.
“What the hell did our saintess have the guts to spend so much money on? .”
Rirke’s status is a saint. He is one of the few people who can hear the words of the Goddess, not just an ordinary priest.
Punishment itself is impossible. Even if they are punished, they are formally punished and sent to prison, but the state of the prison officials is like this.
“For the sake of the hero!!”
“Our saintess. If it’s for the hero, I’m willing to give anything, whether it’s liver or gallbladder.”
“Absolutely!! If the hero wants it, I can offer the degree of purity!!”
“That’s what Jard can’t forgive!!!”
“No, Rirke is not your child. He will take care of his virginity. I’m not a kid who would hang out with a bastard like him.”
“But it can’t be done!!!!”
If an ordinary person sees it, it’s not strange to say what kind of chaotic situation this is, but it’s normal here.
Because there are few people within the church who don’t know about Rirke.
Since most of the people related to Rirke are mostly people, laughter blooms like this even in a bloody place called prison.
“By the way, have you seen the real hero?”
When the man with shiny hair asked Rirke, Rirke nodded with his scarlet eyes twinkling.
“yes! He was such a wonderful person!!”
And at the ensuing praise, the paladins and cardinals exclaimed in admiration.
Hearing the achievements he has made is admirable. Of course, there was a bit of a subjective tendency in Rirke’s words, but they still listened with a smile.
While I was listening to the story as if I were listening to a child, an elderly man entered the prison with a bang.
The pope, with a few strands of gray-white hair, approached Rirke and abruptly knelt down.
The cardinals, as well as the clergy and even Lirke in front of the pope, were startled and tried to stop the pope from going crazy, but the pope didn’t care and stuck his head to the floor.
“Lirke!! Making you a saint is the best choice of my life!!!”
A piece of paper was held in the tearful pope’s hand.
Recognizing that the paper was a check, the people lowered their heads slightly and looked at the number written on the check, then let out a ‘billion’ sound and fell to the floor.
The check had as many as eight zeros written on it along with the Primal family’s emblem and signature.
“Great job! Our saintess!!!!”