I Became the Snow Woman I Made

59 – Descent

Life Vessel.

It meant the lich’s greatest strength and greatest weakness at the same time, the vessel that contained life.

A simple theory that the vessel is immortal unless it is broken, but disappears the moment it is broken.

So all the liches had no choice but to keep their senses sharp at all times while hiding their vessels tightly.

【Oh, how…!】

Of course, most people do not know such information.

The lich race itself is extremely rare in this world, and thanks to its strength, there are no troubles left.

Because of that, if I didn’t know that fact and fought the immortal being, I would have been in big trouble.

I was different.

“…It was there as expected.”

The treasure of one’s own life.

When I thought about where the safest place would be from Clavia’s point of view, the Dark Saints Association immediately came to mind.

The leader of the Saints’ Church in the game also hid the Vessel in the base of the Saints’ Church.

As a result, the guess was correct.

【········.】

While she was frozen, Nell came running to me. In case someone tried to steal it, Bleper and Targal held out with their swords pointed.

Richie was shocked, unmoving and dazed, and he had plenty of time.

He was handed the vessel to Nell, who arrived safely.

“Hey, here! Is this right?”

“Yes. Good job.”

“Ah… What can I do with this much?”

Nell scratched both cheeks in embarrassment.

She and Lucia, the golden return of the two knights. My carefully crafted plan seemed to have worked.

The moment I quietly stroked the vessel, only then did Clavia react as if the petrification had been released.

【Again… You again…】

Muttering mixed with complex emotions such as hatred, lamentation, and fear.

Her gaze was nailed to my hand.

【What the hell are you doing to me?! Why are you interfering with my work at every turn!]

“Clavia.”

[Yes, Quillier! Say it. How did you find that Did you find out the headquarters of the Saints’ Church?! Or did you buy someone? What tricks are you doing?

“How do you feel?”

Since her words didn’t matter anymore, I replied dryly.

I was a little emotional.

Finally, one of the main villains of this game will be cut. Lich trembled when he ignored it openly.

【You, you dare… Answer me right away!】

“I wonder what that is?”

【… What?】

“That wouldn’t be the time.”

I raised my mana.

A chill gripped the vessel in her young hand.

The response was immediate.

【Kuuu…!】

The lich gripped his heart and struggled in pain.

The charter cannot be reversed. Because the strongest weakness was taken away from me.

I had a cool sneer.

“Curse yourself. It’s the weakness of being a dead man.”

【···Shut up!】

I didn’t care about her and laid her down as if I felt sorry for her.

However, there was no sympathy.

“Clavia Well Dayra. I don’t know if that’s your real name or the name of the hide you wear.”

【········.】

“However, I feel sorry for her either way. How many times has she changed her face and her name?”

The name of the Saints Congregationalist I remember was not Clavia.

Not only that, but according to the development, her face also changed into several versions.

“You pitiful monster, disgusting and at the same time devoid of your true self.”

【That Mouth-】

“Fiveteen hundred years of insanity. The tenacity of overcoming humans following disasters. I’ll break that wrong chain.”

【····!】

Richie’s empty pupils fluctuated.

1,500 Years. Perhaps, at this point, the age of the Church of Saints must have been around that time.

Clavia was speechless for a moment as if she was taken aback.

Then she shouted, distorting her ugly face even more.

【─You are the existence!】

In an instant, her mood changed slightly.

The lich’s screams filled with anger rang out.

【Have you forgotten everything!? The past… Hate! The grudge of the landfill, the black catastrophe never occurred spontaneously!]

“… Landfill.”

[Yes! Those mortal sins committed by greedy humans in those days when the gods were leaving! You should know that too!]

This was her background and principle of action.

Since she was born as a dead person, she is incomparable to humans. Certainly I was not unaware of the worst case on earth.

It’s natural for people in this world, and perhaps that’s why people’s faces were surprised.

But for some reason it seems to be glancing at me. Is it an illusion?

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【War broke out! It went on countless times, endlessly!]

In the meantime, the lich twisted her body as if going crazy.

One of the main settings of the Four Seasons War that is mentioned right in front of your eyes. I said with some interest.

“Remember.”

【A wasteland in the extreme west where evil spirits are buried! Bodies that were difficult to dispose of were moved there and piled up one after another. Many grudges were born like an immeasurable number!]

She had already lost her temper.

His own accusations quietly covered the hall.

I narrowed my eyes and thought.

Conflict over interests, endless war. There was a time when it reached an extreme that would never go away.

It was a war in the west that lasted hundreds of years at least.

【Those grudges caused an unexpected chemical reaction even after meeting the remnants of the evil spirits! That’s how he was born.]

Black Calamity Mahabharata.

Its existence itself was negative and monstrous.

According to the official setting, it is the biggest taboo and shame in human history.

I readily acknowledged it.

“It’s a sin. It’s a human sin. There’s no denying it.”

“······!”

It’s an official setting, but I have to admit it.

However, after he finished saying this, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed. The expressions of Nell, Lucia, the archbishop, and others all became solemn.

It seemed that he had a sense of sin as he was from a Catholic country.

【─Knowing that!】

There was no time to think calmly.

The lich’s fury broke the airflow like a ripple.

Clavia glared at me with her longing eyes.

【Aren’t you supposed to understand me more than anyone else?! Why are you on the side of humans–

“Noisy.”

I cut it off coldly.

My eyebrows furrowed.

You have to understand, why am I?

You’re doing everything you can because you’re cornered.

“Why should I understand you?”

【·······!】

A cool chill spread in all directions.

Perhaps it was because the temperature had dropped, everyone’s eyes widened and they shrank.

Clavia also stiffened, and only her chin was shaking.

“No one can force me.”

It should be.

So, first of all, I will rule out one villain name.

I grabbed the vessel tighter and put more effort into it.

【───!】

Sensing the end, the Elder Lich screamed and charged.

Targal and Blefer, who had been waiting, blocked me, while Nel and Lucia, who arrived late, protected me.

“Clavia Well Dayra.”

I called out an unnecessarily long name.

The more nicely decorated the end, the better.

“This Great Hall of the Great Temple is your tomb.”

Isn’t it very suitable as a tomb of a fake ambassador?

But the vessel was surprisingly hard.

I couldn’t help it, so I secretly raised my magic power and pressed it hard.

There was an effect.

In a cold tone, he pronounced the end of the immortals of 1,500 years.

“Go to eternal sleep with hatred.”

The moment when Lich and his knights clashed.

The cracked Life Vessel shattered at just the right time.

Padduk—!

Thin shards like shards of glass flew like powder. The roar of the deathbed echoed through the heavens and earth.

─────!

Broken, crushed, scattered… Lich’s bones were dislocated and collapsed.

The worst criminal who has lived for more than a thousand years has disappeared.

“… Hmm.”

Speaking of impressions, I felt relieved.

A strong enemy has disappeared along with the strong energy that has been weighing down your shoulders for a long time.

This will relieve some of the burden on your heart.

“It’s a pleasure.”

I muttered involuntarily.

Immediately after, I looked around to check the atmosphere.

For some reason, everyone was looking at me, so I asked for consent.

“Isn’t it?”

“······Uh, yes?”

Targal blinked.

Blepper, who was searching for traces of the lich, was the same. Suspicion in their eyes soon dissipated.

“Ah… Yep! That’s right. That’s right! It’s a pleasure! hahahahaha!”

“Yes! hahahahaha!

My head rattled like a broken machine, as if my joy had crossed a critical point.

I smiled lightly.

It feels good to do a good job.

·······.

Quilière headed for the Great War with the help of the Knights of Radiance.

It was because the two ambassadors had invited him politely.

Even after she left, the Great Hall was still full of people.

While everyone was preoccupied with enjoying the afterglow, the noise of a pen being played was heard from the other side.

The culprit was Agnatsu, a theologian wearing a monocle.

“It’s not possible that the head of the Saints’ Church was disguised as the Great Bridge… Oh, fearful lich. But God’s judgment was unavoidable…”

He was recording a mythical scene he had seen before.

Originally, it was Pete’s job, but I was so excited that I wrote it myself.

“How deplorable that the harsh winter Himself mentioned the landfill····· and affirmed the sin of human beings······.”

While writing in a trance, he paused and took a breath.

Then he spat it out.

“Have you seen it?”

“·······.”

The person next to me didn’t answer.

Agnatsu continued without hesitation.

“That’s what it is.”

“·······.”

Artan still had no answer.

His gaze was distant and blank as if looking at a distant mountain. Soon, the scholar stopped paying attention and devoted himself to the record.

“However, what winter punished was not a human being, but a cursed dead… We shall engrave this fact deep in our hearts…”

His voice touched my ears like an echo, but it did not awaken the spirit of the prince.

At this moment, Artan’s thoughts were deeply sunk.

“…Quillier.”

I tried to call a name far and far away.

Of course, the colossal majesty of getting rid of the mighty monster was amazing, but he didn’t focus on that.

His impact was derived from other parts.

Her words and actions themselves.

His attitude of asking why he should understand the dead and the humans seems arrogant at first glance, but… He also contained other emotions.

─No one can force me.

Especially those words that are infinitely self-righteous.

Artan sensed something subtle in the cold remark. It was coming

It could be an illusion, but if not, it’s bizarre.

If it was a human, it could be a protest against living a forced life, but she is a high-dimensional being.

Does it make sense to show such feelings?

“Are you…”

─Are you isolating yourself?

Artan wanted to ask.

To her who is so great that no one can stay by her side. That cold expression is frightening and frightening, but when I look at it for some reason, a part of her heart ache.

***

Upon arriving at Daeshinjeon, I was immediately guided to courtesy. Even sitting in the luxurious seats there was the same as before.

However, the expressions of the two ambassadors were very different.

It felt like something was bothering me. I looked at it and nodded.

“·······.”

It’s time to jump out.

Actually, it was something I naturally expected when I got rid of Clavia.

“From the chaos of the dead to the thorn in the eye of the Dark Saints’ meeting… I really don’t know how to thank you.”

Sariel opened the door to the conversation.

I responded calmly as if it was nothing special.

“You’re welcome.”

“Still, you gave us so much grace, but we can’t go on like this.”

“That’s right. Salvation… No, you can’t clean your mouth completely with the help of the saintess.”

Then Netach, who had been licking her lips with her tongue, interjected.

Sariel agreed at this time.

“That’s right, Netach. I just wanted to say that.”

“Is that so? Did you see it, Holy Lady? We are so sensitive to silver.”

It fit really well.

I asked stupidly.

“So.”

“We will give you a holy relic with our authority.”

“!”

My eyebrows twitched slightly.

It was a proof of considerable surprise.

The significance of holy relics in the religious world must never be insignificant.

To give it away.

“One?”

It was a simple question, such as whether you give me roughly one by one. However, as if they felt dissatisfied, the two of them panicked.

“That, that… We would like to add more, but the holy relics belong to the saints of the past and future. According to the new law, this is the limit of the Archbishop’s authority.”

Then he lowered his head as if he was sorry.

I was just embarrassed by the generous treatment.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Though we need precious things when we think of catastrophes, they are relics and castings, and they do not become precious just because they are acquired.

My main power is not divine power, so useful things are rare.

I need to pick up and carry this quickly.

“Guide me.”

I thought it out of anger, but it was quite tempting.

Even if you go, you can take at least one holy relic. You should choose the best one and get out of the kingdom.

“Ah, is the conversation over?”

“Are you done? Get out now?”

At the entrance to the sanctuary, Targal stood as an escort, and Lucia and Nel were waiting for me.

“Not yet.”

I answered politely and moved along the Great Bridge to the Treasure Hall.

Three people followed behind me.

The interior of the treasure hall, which we reached soon, was splendid.

Numerous fetishes and sacred objects accumulated during the long history of the kingdom were enshrined.

“…Ohh. This place is always amazing.”

“Wow… How much is all this?”

Listening to the admiration of the surroundings, I looked around the luxurious display case. There were a lot of things I knew and didn’t know.

You don’t have to look at anything you don’t know here.

“Choose one you like.”

Netach’s horse equipped with a smile.

I moved my feet and slowly identified the ghosts. It was the eyes of a producer who picks stars.

“·······.”

Maybe they didn’t want to touch my heart, people held their breath.

Meanwhile, I, more cautious than ever, narrowed my eyes.

“…Mmm.”

Most of them were useless.

There were a lot of things that didn’t match the conditions or that the ability itself was worthless to me.

With a disgruntled mind, I looked around as I rode the road from the outskirts to the center.

One item caught my eye.

“Ah.”

It was a ring.

A noble object with a characteristic pattern in plain gray.

It was also an item I knew.

So obviously.

“The Ring of the Lost Source.”

That was the name.

In-game, it was simply called the Ring of Origin.

To sum up the abilities, halo and healing······ and memorization.

Divine power was not required because it was manifested with the inherent energy.

Performance is definitely top-notch.

I didn’t even have to bother.

“I’ll do it with this.”

There will be no item that suits me more than this.

There was just one problem… Sariel just raised a voice of surprise.

“That’s it!?”

“Yes.”

Looking at the ring I pointed to, not only her, but Netach’s eyes widened.

The others were tilting their heads.

Lucia expressed that question.

“What is this?”

“Hey, saintess. This is…”

Sariel hesitated, ignoring her.

“······It’s not a holy thing, it’s a sacred thing.”

“···!”

Lucia and Nell were startled.

I was alone.

I guess so too.

I didn’t put it in the most important place for nothing.

Netach continued his explanation.

“It’s a treasure among treasures. Along with the Orb of Truth, there are only three sacred treasures in the kingdom—”

“I know.”

“······In addition, the conditions for use are very strict. We do not know exactly what kind of power it contains, but even a paladin with strong divine power was not recognized.”

“······!”

The surroundings uttered voices of surprise again.

Paladin. It was the traditional position of the church, meaning the best crusader.

In terms of divine power, it’s probably within one hand of the church. Where is that person and what is he doing?

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll do it with this.”

I stubbornly stuck with my decision.

It is natural that Paladins failed, so there was no need to be shaken.

This is because it was famous for its grueling wearing difficulty even when it was a player.

This is because the ‘Lost Source’ in the ring’s full name means divine power.

That doesn’t mean you need divine power, but there was no way it would be easy with a name like that.

It wasn’t something new for nothing.

“Saintess. But…”

“It’s okay. No problem.”

However, I was full of confidence.

My ability······ No, it was because I believed in my settings. No matter how it worked, from elemental dungeons to challenging rituals, it never let me down.

Overall, there seemed to be no artifacts that hated pure mana.

“The Ring of Origin.”

I picked him up and injected mana.

I had to make ends meet anyway. If not, why not choose something else?

As it is, I had no idea,

A strange thing happened.

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I felt that some attraction was pulling me, and my consciousness was being sucked into somewhere.

The world is far away

“······Quillier?”

The last thing that was reflected was Nell’s embarrassed face.