The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing

#391 - What is the use of home? Home gives

This broadcast was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the average person.

Recapturing the four control towers occupied by the Great Sin Archbishops meant at least avoiding the The End caused by the opening of the Great Water Gate and the subsequent flooding of the entire city.

Also, the person broadcasting seemed to be Kirika Taka, judging from the voice.

That representative of the Muse Trading Company had once been treated as a sacrifice. But as the ruler of Water Gate City, coupled with the protection of his mercenary团, he was capable of self-preservation no matter what.

However, returning to the city hall was far from optimistic.

What met his eyes was the city hall building, a mountain of collapsed rubble.

As a five-story building, a rare high-rise structure in Water Gate City, the city council building had completely collapsed, its majesty gone.

The cracks of destruction even affected the building's foundation. The council building collapsed from the center outwards, caving in with a large hole.

If the building's foundation hadn't suffered a massive impact, this kind of collapse wouldn't have occurred.

Without a doubt, this was the work of the Witch Cult.

Question.

With the Archbishop of Lust, who was supposed to attack, taken care of, who attacked the city hall headquarters?

The answer was obvious.

It had to be the Archbishop of Gluttony, who was originally guarding the second district control tower, from an area where no fighting had taken place.

If it were just Zunzun alone, he could say something like, 'What's the point of a home? Take it!' But Anastasia, Crusch, Beatrice, Otto, and other vulnerable people were here. He wondered if they were injured.

"Oh, Zunzun, you're back!"

"Too slow, kid."

Familiar voices came from his ears.

Looking up, he saw Natsuki Subaru, who had returned earlier, and Beatrice, the Yin-attribute Great Spirit who had awakened from her coma, looking down at him.

"Oh, is Miss Beatrice alright now?"

"I suppose. Betty recovered because of the immense magic power, but unfortunately, it wasn't Subaru's."

Beatrice floated down from the hillside and grabbed Zunzun's hand.

"Use your magic."

"Oh."

Then, Zunzun's magic power smoothly flowed into Beatrice's body.

"...I knew it."

She seemed thoughtful.

Seeing this, Natsuki Subaru pointed at Zunzun and shouted, "Beatrice? Ah, I knew it, Zunzun, you... !"

"Sorry, even though you're always shouting for no reason, Subaru, I don't understand why you're holding a grudge against me," Zunzun withdrew his hand. "What's wrong with him like that?"

"He's just a little jealous."

"Not a little, very!"

Previously, in order to speed up Beatrice's awakening, Zunzun had transferred his magic power to Natsuki Subaru, which for some reason now allowed Zunzun to transfer magic power directly to Beatrice, bypassing Natsuki Subaru.

"The problem is the conversion rate is too low."

"Probably because he's not a contractor."

Although Natsuki Subaru's magic power was low, he was able to convert all of it because he was a contractor, while Zunzun's magic power was only converted by less than 10%.

"Zunzun, you..."

"Don't look at me like that. I won't do it."

Looking at Natsuki Subaru, who was vigilantly protecting Beatrice in his arms, Zunzun noticed that his expression was the same as Ferris's when he stood in front of Crusch.

"But if Miss Beatrice needs magic power, just say the word, and I'll help."

"Thank you, I'll consider it."

"Beatrice!?"

Natsuki Subaru looked heartbroken, as if he had been betrayed.

"Stop crying, Subaru. This is for your own good," Beatrice grabbed his ear and scolded him. "Your body is already in tatters. The gate has been completely destroyed. If you force yourself any further, your body will explode!"

"Beatrice... I'm really touched that you're thinking of me, but you're like a wife who sees her husband has no ability to work, has to go out to work, and then meets a big bad wolf—"

"Who's your wife!"

"Is that the problem!?"

Their ability to joke around was top-notch. No, it should be said that Natsuki Subaru was too unrestrained.

But this also meant that although the council building had collapsed, it didn't seem to have caused any casualties.

"Ah, about that, actually—"

Then Beatrice began to explain.

As Zunzun had guessed, after they left, the Archbishop of Gluttony, who was supposed to be guarding the second district control tower, came to attack, and the council building was destroyed by them.

"I didn't expect there to be three Archbishops of Gluttony. We were in a panic for a while, but we managed to drive those guys away in the end."

"Is that so?"

Probably because there were enough remaining combatants.

Julius aside, Ricardo and his mercenary團 were skilled, and with Otto and the awakened Beatrice, it was reasonable that they could drive them away.

"Zunzun, you didn't seem surprised when you heard that there were three Archbishops of Gluttony."

"Is it worth being surprised? Compared to the Archbishop of Greed, who is invincible to some extent, it's not strange to have three Archbishops of Gluttony, right?"

"Indeed. No, although that makes sense, that's not what I meant. I feel like your expression isn't good?"

That guy, Natsuki Subaru.

He had been only concerned about himself before, and even before the meeting, he was only concerned about the people around him. But after Zunzun reminded him to consider others—Al still had to go find Priscilla—his observational skills suddenly increased exponentially.

He sighed slightly.

"Actually—"

There was nothing worth hiding, and Zunzun told Natsuki Subaru what he had seen under the control tower on Second Street.

"The previous Sword Saint... I see."

Natsuki Subaru was one of the few people who knew about this.

Besides Wilhelm actively telling him these things, Crusch and Reinhard had also mentioned it in passing.

The atmosphere was slightly somber.

However, with Beatrice's scolding, he managed to change his mood.

This time, it wasn't without good news.

Besides Beatrice waking up, Mimi had also recovered from her injuries and played a key role when the Gluttony Archbishop attacked, and most importantly, they didn't lose anyone even while their home was being ransacked.

In addition—

"We also captured the Wrath Archbishop this time."

"Oh?"

Zunzun raised his eyebrows and said, "I remember Priscilla and Liliana were supposed to go and fight the Wrath Archbishop, are those two quite strong? So, you are now..."

"Ah, I'm going to see that guy."

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Currently, the Wrath Archbishop is being held in the neighboring shelter, and Natsuki Subaru and Beatrice were planning to see him when they happened to run into Zunzun.

"So, do you want to come with us?"

"I... never mind."

Zunzun shook his head.

He had no interest in interrogations or tortures; if it were about defeating the opponent, he might have gone along, but he figured that if they could get information about the Witch Cult from him, they wouldn't just kill him.

"Is that so? Then I'll go."

Natsuki Subaru nodded nonchalantly, then, as if he had thought of something, he said, "Oh right, Otto suffered a minor injury, but don't worry, he's not seriously hurt."

"Otto? I understand."

Returning to the City Hall, he found many people hurrying about, either treating the wounded or reorganizing the scene; Anastasia was directing the crowd to clean up the aftermath of the battle.

Zunzun casually greeted her and then left her alone, heading to the wounded's room.

"Lord Zunzun, this way."

"Yo, Otto."

As he walked in, at the very back of the wounded's beds, there was a figure waving at him.

Lying on a makeshift bed, with a weak smile on his pale face, was Otto, Zunzun's praiseworthy knight and internal affairs officer, skilled in both martial and literary arts.

"...I feel like I just got an incredible evaluation in Lord Zunzun's mind."

"That's a fact."

"You don't deny it?"

The young man's face wore a helpless smile, as if the weight of the responsibility was overwhelming him, and he was slightly hunched over.

His body didn't seem to be seriously injured; he just had a bandage wrapped around his head.

"This?" Otto touched the bandage on his head and said a little awkwardly, "Actually, I didn't notice the rocks falling from the ceiling when I was using magic, and I accidentally got hit."

"So, you hit yourself?"

"I'm sorry for being clumsy."

"No, you've done very well."

Before coming, he had heard others say that the 'Gray Knight' had single-handedly fought one of the Gluttony Archbishops and even forced him back.

Unknowingly, 'Gray Knight' seemed to have become a term of praise.

Seeing that Otto was not seriously injured, Zunzun was relieved, told him to rest well, and then left.

Felix and the others were very busy, constantly running back and forth to treat the wounded; standing here made him seem redundant, creating a stark contrast with the hurried people.

And even more contrasting was Wilhelm, who was currently leaning against the cold stone wall, holding something covered by his jacket with both hands.

His limbs and body were full of wounds, and he could still feel the lingering echoes of the fierce battle.

The white hair that was originally tied behind his head was scattered and hung down his back, his clothes were tattered, his face was covered in blood, and his wrinkled skin and cloudy eyes revealed fatigue.

An air of sorrow was already overflowing.

It was already obvious what Wilhelm was holding, and Zunzun had even personally seen him cover it with his clothes—it was the ashes of his wife.

The manipulated dead would turn to ashes at the end of their bodies.

What a heinous secret art to desecrate the souls of the dead while trampling on their bodies; if one were to imagine Wilhelm's inner feelings, it would definitely be unimaginably heavy.

The slight sound of approaching footsteps caught the old man's attention.

He opened one eye.

Zunzun looked directly into the old man's eyes, looking at his cloudy eyes filled with grief and sorrow.

"Old Man Wilhelm, did you say goodbye properly?"

"...Yes, I fully confided in my wife and said goodbye to her properly. I have always deeply loved my wife... I properly conveyed this to her."

A somewhat choked-up confession of love.

"That's good... that's, good."

Sometimes, comfort can be counterproductive.

"Lord Zunzun..."

"Yes?"

As Zunzun turned to leave, Wilhelm stopped him.

"If, if it were you..." Wilhelm's mouth moved a few times, then he shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

"If it were me..."

"—!?"

"If it were me, I would only inflict the most evil, the worst, and the most painful punishment I could imagine on the evildoer who desecrated my wife's soul."

After saying that, Zunzun strode away.