Chapter 191: Marking (1)

Cardinal Deviale.

Regardless of being properly over forty, his sturdy physique, neatly swept-back blond hair, and immaculate apparel simply allowed anybody to guess what sort of particular person he was while not having to talk to him.

He could also be a high-ranking noble, maybe from a rich class. Nonetheless, the necessary factor wasn’t what appeared on the skin. It’s not that I needed to nag about how the within was extra necessary than the outward look, which we have been all uninterested in listening to. It meant Shiron had taken fairly a liking to Deviale.

[A nice fragrance is coming from you.]

‘Actually?’

[Yes, I can smell flowers, and not only that, there is a refreshing feeling like walking through a forest in midsummer. It seems like you’ve lived a good life. If you keep living like this, you might go to heaven.]

Latera mentioned this, and Shiron adopted Deviale unquestioningly to the ‘place the place the hero should seem.’

…After all, Deviale was the one outsider who knew that Shiron was a hero, and though that they had labored collectively for some time, it nonetheless felt odd to convey up any doubts.

The present ambiance of excessive stress meant there was nothing fallacious with being cautious. For instance, even now, as they handed via the principle entrance of the hospital, Deviale insisted that this was the place the hero should emerge.

So far as Shiron was involved, the one place a hero ought to seem was to subjugate the ‘Apostle’ related to the Demon Lord.

Perhaps it concerned bringing peace to battle zones, or eradicating all of the sad individuals on the earth. In ‘Reincarnation of the Sword Saint’, the function of a participant who possessed the Holy Sword was, naturally, to kill all of the Apostles and likewise kill the Demon Lord.

Even Glenn, who was presently within the Demon Realm, had aged. His foresight had possible pale as a lot because the Apostles that had escaped his discover.

Whereas using the hospital elevator, Shiron didn’t let go of the Holy Sword in his pocket. Nonetheless,

“…What is that this?”

Regardless of tightly gripping the Holy Sword, the highest ground reached by the elevator appeared too tranquil to be underneath the affect of an Apostle. It was imagined to resemble an unavoidable catastrophe. If it weren’t for the sufferers mendacity in beds alongside the hallway, all showing fairly critical, it will merely appear to be a resort for prosperous sufferers.

“Was the job I used to be imagined to do exactly treating prosperous sufferers?”

“The particular person we’re about to fulfill is certainly prosperous, however it’s definitely not an disagreeable or depraved process for you, sir.”

The ebony doorways swung open. Deviale guided Shiron right into a VIP hospital room.

“…Huh?”

Upon opening the door, an sudden particular person appeared, his face coated in grotesque scars. Shiron blinked for a second, attempting to acknowledge the particular person in entrance of him.

‘…Dexter Dras.’

Earlier than Shiron might converse, Dexter laughed first.

“Isn’t this Shiron. Very long time no see.”

“Have you ever been properly, Mr. Dexter?”

“What do you imply ‘Mr.’! You may name me uncle when you like. You’ve grown rather a lot since I final noticed you.”

“Do you know one another?”

Deviale watched the 2 exchanging heat greetings. Dexter shared a light-weight hug with Shiron.

“After all. We’ve seen one another occasionally.”

“I ought to have visited you individually. I apologize.”

“No want. It’s sufficient to fulfill and be glad simply earlier than dying. That’s sufficient for somebody like me.”

Dexter spoke wistfully and sighed. This unfamiliar sight brought about Shiron to boost an eyebrow.

“Cardinal, the duty I have to undertake isn’t…”

“Lord Dexter, might you please transfer inside?”

“Alright.”

It appeared that the duty for the hero wasn’t to deal with Dexter’s scars.

“Brother Shiron. Inside.”

A minute handed, and his eyes started to sting.

Ten minutes glided by, and tears streamed from his burning eyes.

Thirty minutes later, Deviale had not blinked as soon as. His unblinking stare may need appeared nearly fanatical, however the opinions of others mattered to not him.

Due to the launched divine energy, his eyes weren’t even sore. Deviale was stuffed with a need to be the only witness to this miracle.

Nonetheless, in stark distinction to the grateful cardinal, Shiron’s face was severely distorted.

[Why isn’t there any improvement?]

Latera additionally sensed one thing was amiss. Regardless of incrementally rising the output of divine energy from thirty minutes in the past, even from ten seconds in the past, the demonic vitality bursting from the wound he was touching confirmed no indicators of dissipating.

Shiron discovered this odd and ceased emitting mild.

“…Hero?”

“Your Eminence, could I take away the bandages?”

“Sure, sure, in fact.”

“It’s costly to tear these off since they’re not simply any bandages, however one thing appears off.”

Understanding, Deviale replied. Shiron then drew a dagger from his pocket and started to chop the bandages. Zzt—The flesh and pus beneath have been caught collectively. Shiron rigorously lower via the bandages one after the other.

Because the affected person’s bare physique was revealed, Shiron sighed in exhaustion.

“Your Eminence.”

“Sure, Hero.”

“This seems to be a significant drawback.”

“Ah…?”

Deviale responded with a stunned look.

A wound that would not be healed even with such divine energy was unimaginable for Deviale.

Shiron pointed to the realm beneath the affected person’s navel, the danjeon. The rotting wound had grown new flesh because of the divine energy, however demonic vitality was nonetheless seeping out.

“It’s a curse.”

“Then we should…”

“It’s no use. I do know very properly what this curse is… It’s robust… peculiar strategies received’t work.”

“Then?”

“We’ll must kill the one who forged the curse. And fortuitously, I do know who that’s.”

After saying this to Deviale, Shiron opened the door to name Dexter, who was exterior.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t simply Dexter ready for Shiron.

Thud-

Ouch-

A scream got here from past the door. Shiron tilted his head and cautiously peeked exterior.

There, a lady clutching the again of her head was sprawled on the ground.

“…What are you doing?”

Shiron casually requested Lucia, who was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

“Effectively, I used to be ready exterior since they mentioned therapy was underway…”

Shiron felt as if he had skilled one thing related previously.