Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 147
They prepared step by step for that and waited for Irene to awaken. She fell ill for a few more days before finally waking up, and as soon as she did, she detailed what she had seen in her dream.
“My goodness. So that wicked being spoke to you? Then Roxon must have become a ghoul because of her.”
Grein spoke in a sorrowful voice, lowering her head.
“Then we’ll need to adjust our plans slightly. If our opponent is the Mother of Demons, we’ll need more troops. With her power, she could create even more ghouls.”
This time, they had managed to overcome somehow, but that was only possible because most of the ghouls were originally priests. Typically, a ghoul’s strength is determined based on its original form.
Priests possessing divine power could only become weak ghouls. Yet even such ghouls required several people to defeat them.
“What if knights become ghouls?”
“It would be hell.”
Grein murmured, making the sign of the cross.
“Goddess, watch over us.”
“We should inform others of this fact as well.”
“Indeed, so they can prepare. And not only that, other monsters might appear—those that exist only in legends. We priests will make thorough preparations.”
“I’ll warn the paladins as well.”
“Thank you. But even though the situation has become like this, I want to minimize casualties. Is there any way?”
At Guy’s words, Burt replied.
“Honestly, we’d like to avoid a siege. So we’re thinking of having spies planted inside to open the gates.”
“Is that possible?”
“It should be. Among them are apprentice paladins.”
They thought sending in fully-fledged paladins who could use divine power might get discovered, so they sent in apprentices instead.
They possess the abilities of knights and have sincere faith in the goddess, so they’ll be of great help.
“Then when should we execute the plan?”
“How about two weeks from now, when all our forces have gathered?”
“Sounds good.”
While discussions were in full swing at the capital, changes were slowly beginning to occur in the west as well.
* * *
Adlen walked down the street with her hood up, glancing around. The streets, which had been bustling until recently, were excessively quiet.
“Isn’t it strange how quiet it is?”
When he asked Eugene beside her, he quickly replied.
“It’s strange.”
“Right?”
“The strangest is the royal palace. People felt something off there and hid inside their homes.”
Eugene looked up at the palace. It was also silent, but the more he looked, the more ominous it felt.
“I came to repay a favor, but the atmosphere is a mess.”
Adlen scratched her head.
Previously, the Saintess had been kidnapped by heretics. At that time, she refused rescue and sacrificed herself to return someone precious to her.
‘Diana. My small, cute sister.’
All the hostages returned except for two people. It’s unfortunate that something happened to those two along the way.
‘Though I don’t really think it’s unfortunate.’
They were scum anyway. He felt sorry for their families, but he thought they deserved to die.
In any case, after that incident, Adlen thought she should act more proactively. The Saintess genuinely intended to work for those bearing the ominous mark.
She had treated them exceptionally well even in the royal palace where she stayed for a few days before returning.
Having received such kindness, she wanted to repay it, even a little. So Adlen gathered with the townspeople, running around collecting information.
‘So we decided to infiltrate the west.’
Getting into the west wasn’t difficult. Before the gates were closed, there wasn’t proper control. The problem was afterward.
Suddenly, the gates closed, and the atmosphere changed. Access to the palace was cut off, and even the few priests disappeared, making people start to feel afraid.
Everyone locked their doors and stayed inside their homes. Thankfully, the inns remained open, so they didn’t have to sleep on the streets, but judging by how things were going, it was clear something was about to happen.
