Black Knight
"This is what I found out when I went to solve this case."
"..."
The Saint, who heard my report with a serious face, trembled at it rather than trying to take out a cigarette. The blue eyes slowly turn to the ground. The Saint who bent his back and picked up a cigarette lit it and sucked a sip deeply.
- Whoo.
I spit out the smoke.
"... I said Richie."
After a moment of silence, the closed-eyed Saint opens her mouth heavily as she straightens her head. It is said that I feel really bad right now, even if I only hear my voice. You hit the mentor again.
However, it is a matter of grave concern.
"Yes, Richie. And as I said, the black knight was Death Knight."
"It's amazing, I can't talk."
When the Saint leaned on the chair, he put his barefoot on the table and slowly pushed and pulled as if he were sitting on a comforter.
"Death Night"? Richie is there. Palladine came back to give me a welcome, but I can't believe I've heard such bad news. Do you have any idea how the Saint you've seen feels? "
"It's going to be so serious that we can't go back to this world."
"It feels transcendent. If it's true, Richie, it's a big deal."
I think so, too.
"Of course it's a big deal. Do you have any data?"
"All about Richie is a fragmented record. It's just a collection of testimonies, very old data. I don't think searching for it means much right now."
It seems that the material held by the Church is not much different from the words that float among the generations. Actually, I don't know anything else, Richie. You can't have detailed data about things you haven't seen in almost hundreds of years.
You have to go through everything and bump into it to get the information.
"..."
The Saint slowly rolled his eyes as he touched his red lips with his fingertips, as though he was trying to think of something.
First of all, I have more to say.
"Saint, I am convinced that the pagans and Riches we have beaten up so far belong to a force. I mean, there was a time when the undead happened on a massive scale near the facade."
"... about that. I know you have completed the subjugation in festival format."
"Yes, that's it. I captured and killed a flash golem that looked like an undead experiment for pagans at the time. He was killed by a pagan who was judged to be controlling the Golem nearby."
Claudie caught it.
Me and Ellie and Copson gave me the flash golem.
"Anyway, I searched the corpse to kill Flash Golem and get loot, and a seemingly distant Orb came out inside."
"Orb?"
That is the point.
"I found a seemingly Sicilian Orb, this time inside Death Knight's brain."
"Hoo?"
- Boom.
I take the Siegerman Orb out of my arms and put it on my desk.
"This is proof that the pagans and Riches are the same forces. It's the same thing that came out of the flash golem that the pagans did, the Orb that came out of the brain of Death Nights when Richie made it."
The Saint's eyes go straight this way.
- Kung.
She grabs the Orb with her right hand.
"Something... I can't feel it."
"I've done my best. That's just an empty Orb now."
"The same obra... it's certainly not as common as where this just came from. After listening to the explanation, it feels like it's connected to past events."
"In fact, the same guys are continuing, so you could say it's a connection."
The Saint touches the picked-up Orb and closes his mouth as if he was trying to think. It would be serious as she is.
"The Death Knight."
"Yes."
"Was it really Death Knight? Are you sure it was Death Knight, not some other creature? What this Saint is saying is, is it possible that he is simply a pagan or demonic fanatic?"
- Taaak.
The Saint who put down the Orb looked me in the eye and asked.
"Certainly. It's Death Knight right. After a brief reason, he said... it's written in the report, so let's move on. His gut was filled with undead things. It was different from a normal person. Most importantly, he didn't have a heart beating, he didn't breathe. And crucially, it dealt with the dark forces used by pagans."
It is certain that it is Death Knight. Besides that, there's nothing to explain that revived article.
"Is that so... for sure. From the example, the Riches call such Death Nights numbers."
"Yes, I've heard of it. So I say,"
I nodded and put my palms on the Saint's desk, pushing my face in.
"And about Richie, that Death Knight said it himself. Just before completely shutting down, the Skeleton Wizard shook his soul with a frightened voice...! I said this."
"..."
"He was manufactured and escaped from a facility. It was Richie who created him. As a matter of fact, Death Night's fighting power was more powerful than mine. It must be at least the Necromancer who is at the Master's disposal to create such a presence."
As I persuade the Saint with the fact that he is as well organized as possible.
This would be my reasoning.
Of course, the direct evidence is the armor left by Death Knight and that Orb. It is only the testimony of me and my wives that comes from the inside.
There is a slight lack of evidence to prove the existence of evil Grand Wizard cubs like Richie. More than anything, Death Knight said in a confused state, and it's even less credible.
Still, there is an intuition.
The pagans I have killed so far are also proof.
"Saint, believe me. This reveals Richie's existence. He's working with pagans to manufacture Death Knights. I'm pretty sure there's a demon involved."
"... what."
The Saint, who slightly avoided my eyes, opened his mouth.
"Yes?"
"Hmm. As if the Saint who saw something didn't believe in Paladin. This Saint trusts all the words of Paladin."
"I knew it!!! The Saint!!!"
This is it, Saint!
"This is an extremely reasonable inference and conclusion. I think the Saint Bone would have thought so if she had been on the scene. The Skeleton Wizard mentioned by Death Knight in the circumstance... would be quite likely to be the Horseman or Richie of Paladin. The Skeleton Necromancer is no longer there."
"In fact, it is."
"All the information that Paladin has gathered so far proves that Richie is right. So wait a minute..."
"Yes."
"Would you mind removing your face? You seem too close."
"Oh, yes."
I immediately corrected my position.
"Richie is very frightening. Legend has it that the Riches made the kingdom of the Undead during the Idol War. At this point, we don't even know the correct combat power."
"It's horrible. I don't have enough information."
"I don't know what Necromancer is, but I killed a clan of catchers. At this point, I am dissatisfied with the church's policies."
If we catch him, we'll kill him without questioning him.
However, paladins need to be brainwashed in that way. I won't be able to interrogate you, but at least you won't be tempted by your enemies or give me information. There is a basic passive will.
"The Death Knight he created is a Paladin... I need to think about how to deal with this... Actually, I still haven't caught their tails. It must be very difficult."
There was a deep water in the Saint's face.
"But what should I do? I know that this Saint is a Saint. If this Saint doesn't do it, no one can."
"..."
"Leave this to the Saint. Well done, Paladin. I did a big job again. This will be done once we have all the materials from the church in the field and we will review the reward. Oh, and if you don't mind, I'd like you to hand me the armor of Death Nights."
There was a lot of fatigue and depression in this speech.
Still, it's horrible these days, but things are getting worse.
"... in recent years, Richie and the pagans have all been active in earnest. It's obvious that there's a purpose, and if you look at what has come to this point, it will happen even more in the future. Then we'll be able to catch the tail."
I have to worry.
"I'm confident. So don't be too distressed. Whatever happens, the Crusaders and I will take care of it."
"..."
When I said that I wanted to believe the tired Saint, the Saint who saw my face for a while smiled.
"... Hugh, I'm so trustworthy. Paladin is a good person to be next to. It's amazing. I'm sure it will be if I hear Palladin say it."
"Because I am Gimcott of faith and trust."
"I think so."
I nod as if the Saint was satisfied.
- Uh-huh.
The nun nods and shakes her head once, shaking her body as she turns on the base. Every time I see this, I care about that white armpit.
"Hah... but it's not just stress. But as much as I talk to Paladin... it's going to be okay."
Saint was a woman who needed intensive care because of excessive work stress.
I wish I could take a little time off anywhere. You have to relieve the stress so you can get out of this hard work in the future.
I may have been, but I haven't seen demons and pagans in a long time. And all kinds of monsters are fluttering. Who could be harder than the Saint?
Originally, the inner muscles are hard to get to the inner muscles.
"Oh, by the way."
"Yes?"
The Saint, who leaned on the chair with his hands behind his back, took out the words.
"Did you act with your wives again? Then I'd like to hear their testimony."
My wife's testimony?
"Oh, that's what I mean. I went with him this time, but I solved it by myself. Isn't it in the report? I said I was trapped in a shield."
"Still, we haven't watched the end of Death Night together. The testimony of those who watched the end would be useful, no matter how many."
Testimony.
Even though I've seen it all, the more witnesses, the better.
"There's an absolute shortage of data on these things right now. Everything in the church is old and old. There is no discovery of Richina Death Knight, so it is not being renewed."
I can do that enough.
"So all such testimonies are precious."
"You're right. Then I'll go and let you know."
"Well, you don't have to bother to tell me everything. You'll only have to meet one person... I told you it was Half-Elf. Was she with you?"
"Yes, I was right next door."
"Then I want you to tell her."
To Claudie?
I think Karin is better than Claudie. It was her explanation that the undead on the desert side was a little different from this side. So Claudie knew little about Death Knight.
"Of course I want to hear about Death Nights, but I also want to hear about the Shrdic faith."
Oh, is that what you're asking?
Then it is not difficult.
"Very well, then I'll tell her."
"Good."
He nodded and smiled as if the Saint was satisfied. With her words of hard work, I came outside instead. Well, you can go and tell Claudie.
And next time you come, let's submit Death Knight's Armor too.
"..."
I think this is a very serious precedent. This winter passes with such anxiety. Whatever it was, the conclusion was that I needed to grow my strength.
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