Chapter 96

The Game Difficulty Is Insane

In the end, Katrin accepted the proposal.

It was the result of exploiting her personality—someone who would rush into fire and water without hesitation if it involved her missing younger brother.

‘The method’s a bit questionable, but…’

So what.

It wasn’t like he committed a crime.

Anyway, in exchange for information about her younger brother’s whereabouts, Katrin agreed to head to Avenue together with Glen.

And as for Judith—

—If it is with you, Saint, I will follow even if that place is hell itself!

She declared her blind support for Glen and decided to accompany them.

Thus, just as planned, Glen secured powerful reinforcements: high-ranking inquisitors from the Inquisition.

‘Two 7-star holy knights.’

And if he added Jaber, who was already in Avenue, that made a total of three 7-star holy knights gathered in one place.

Just imagining it made his chest feel hot.

Of course, that didn’t mean the coming battle against Penelope would suddenly turn completely in their favor.

Even with such powerful reinforcements, the overwhelming numerical disadvantage of 30,000 versus 1,100 remained unchanged.

‘Still, at least we should be able to hold out until allied reinforcements arrive.’

Glen nodded as he reviewed the remaining cards he had in hand.

‘That aside…’

“Why are you so down?”

He looked at Romina, who was crouched gloomily on his bed.

She had been like that ever since the conversation with Tris.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Hey.”

“Why are you suddenly acting all serious?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Huh? For what?”

Glen raised an eyebrow.

“I got exposed. About being a demon.”

“Oh, that.”

So that was what she meant.

She seemed to be blaming herself for Tris finding out that she was a demon.

“It’s fine. It already happened. And Tris said she’d keep it a secret anyway.”

“But if I hadn’t stepped in on my own in the first place, that risk wouldn’t have existed. If it wasn’t Miss Tris but some other human who saw me, things could’ve gotten really bad.”

Romina buried her face in her knees.

Glen sat on the bed and gently stroked her head.

“Well, you’re not completely wrong. But that’s just a hypothetical, right? It didn’t actually happen. And more importantly, if you hadn’t helped back then, I’d be dead.”

“……”

That was true.

The fight against Muta, the 7-star demonic swordsman.

If Romina hadn’t intervened, the one wandering the underworld right now wouldn’t be Muta—it would be Glen.

As mentioned before, it had been a fight where Glen was disadvantaged at a ratio of 3 to 7. When Romina joined in, it became 5 to 5, and then when Tris stepped in as well, the situation flipped to 7 to 3.

“So the choice you made yesterday was absolutely not wrong, Romina.”

“……”

Romina slowly lifted her head.

Her amber eyes wavered.

“I… helped?”

“Of course. Like hell you did. I’m late saying this, but thanks for helping me.”

Glen grinned, showing his teeth, and Romina let out a small laugh.

“What is that? At this point, it’s like I should be bowing down to receive thanks.”

After cheering up the dejected Romina,

Glen immediately sat down at his desk and took out paper and a quill pen.

There was still time before departing for Avenue, so he wanted to organize what had happened here while he had the chance.

‘It’s been bothering me too much.’

The biggest incident, without question, was defeating Muta, the vice-commander of the Demon King Army’s 8th Legion.

Thanks to that, a significant portion of the enemy’s combat power had been shaved off, and he had also gained a small reward.

《You have defeated an enemy with a vast difference in power: 『Vice-Commander Muta』.》
《All stats increase by 1.》

It wasn’t bad, but it was still a little disappointing that it wasn’t a Lunatic reward.

Of course, during the battle, a Lunatic-level additional trial—Berserker’s Blood created by Penelope—had been applied.

However, since he hadn’t defeated Penelope herself, the main body of the Lunatic trial, it seemed it didn’t count as a proper clear.

Still, having all stats increase by one wasn’t a bad reward at all.

Especially now that his stat growth had slowed down as his rank increased, this kind of stat boost was always welcome.

‘Who doesn’t like free stats?’

Glen shrugged.

Then he took out Einheria from his inventory.

During the fight with Muta, Einheria had finally awakened its second ability.

“Finally!”

With a bright expression, Glen opened Einheria’s status window.

《Einheria》

《Rank》 : Legendary
《Type》 : Long Sword

《Options》
: 『Soul Bound to the Blade』 – This sword absorbs half of the experience gained by its user to grow, evolving through a total of five stages and gaining new abilities. (Current stage: 2)
: 『Soul-Carving Edge』 – The strong and negative spiritual power imbued in this sword partially gouges out the soul of those it cuts.
: 『Wail of the Restless Dead』 – Consumes the user’s vitality to release the strong and negative spiritual power imbued in the sword as a wave.

Starlight flickered in Glen’s eyes.

At last, he had obtained Einheria’s second ability: Wail of the Restless Dead.

‘A ranged skill, welcome aboard.’

As explained in the description, Wail of the Restless Dead was a skill that fired the spiritual power stored in the sword like sword energy.

It was like rain in a drought, compensating for the lack of ranged harassment options typical of sword-based classes.

‘If I’d had this skill when I fought Angonina, it would’ve been way easier.’

Back then, all of his rings had been deactivated due to the penalty of the Gray Ring. Since Wail of the Restless Dead didn’t depend on ring activation, it would have been a huge help.

‘That doesn’t mean it won’t be useful in the upcoming fight with Penelope either.’

Considering the way Penelope’s 8th Legion fought, the debut stage of Wail of the Restless Dead would be more spectacular than ever.

With that thought, Glen returned Einheria to his inventory.

‘That’s enough for achievements.’

Glen’s expression suddenly turned serious.

He began thinking about that power that had been bothering him all along—Holy-Demonic Power.

Holy-Demonic Power.

It was truly an astonishing force.

Muta, who had consumed Berserker’s Blood, was a being that Romina and Tris—both at the 6-star level—and Glen himself, self-proclaimed 6.9 stars, couldn’t defeat even with a combined assault.

Yet after reinforcing his body with Holy-Demonic Power, Glen had cleaved Muta in two along with the sword he was holding.

“Does that even make sense…?”

His memory was hazy, but at the moment Holy-Demonic Power spread through his body—

The explosive strength he gained was on a completely different level from the vitality granted by his six rings.

It was power that utterly surpassed even the common sense of veteran players of Holy Ring Chronicle.

‘But the important part is how I triggered that Holy-Demonic Power.’

Glen frowned.

Searching through his vague memories—

He had definitely tried to move both the Holy Ring and the Demonic Ring, which were already deactivated, while rejecting Tris’s sacrifice.

In the process, the thin membrane in his heart that separated holy power and demonic energy had torn apart.

‘And after that, holy power and demonic energy mixed inside my heart.’

Holy-Demonic Power had been activated in that state.

As holy power and demonic energy resonated and fused together within his heart.

‘Then all I should have to do is move holy power and demonic energy at the same time, like back then.’

Glen lowered his gaze to his chest.

He slowly tried to move the holy power and demonic energy within his heart simultaneously.

But although they resonated together, they didn’t merge into a new power.

“It doesn’t work…”

He smacked his lips.

Ever since waking up in this room that morning, he had tried several times just in case, but there was no response.

Right now, Glen was no different from the days when he couldn’t use either holy power or demonic energy.

“Sigh. I’ll just make the membrane for now.”

If he could obtain Holy-Demonic Power, he would gladly give up both holy power and demonic energy.

But since he couldn’t use Holy-Demonic Power right now, he couldn’t afford to neglect the six rings he had built up so far.

‘Especially since I have to fight Penelope’s main force in three days.’

Setting aside his regret,

Glen closed his eyes and fixed the holy power and demonic energy inside his heart, separating them again.

‘The fact that I can use that Holy-Demonic Power is already certain.’

If it existed, then someday he would naturally learn how to use it.

With that thought, Glen shook off the anxiety lingering in his heart.

“Do you really trust that man?”

Sitting on the balcony of the guest room, Katrin tilted her teacup.

“Who are you referring to?”

Across from her, Judith casually replied while adding honey to her tea.

“Who else? Glen Wordsworth.”

“Oh. You mean the Saint?”

Katrin narrowed her eyes.

“You know you could get arrested for blasphemy if you say that carelessly, right?”

In the Papal State, the title of Saint was reserved for two individuals who performed miracles of God and possessed the deepest faith—

Namely, the current Pope and the Saintess.

That was why Judith’s words could be considered dangerous.

“Sister Katrin. Coincidentally, he truly is a Saint. Didn’t I tell you before about the miracle I witnessed him perform?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it enough to get sick of it. But if blocking one sword strike makes someone a Saint, then all our seniors would be Saints.”

“Sister. It is not such a simple matter. The miracles he performs are far more mysterious—truly in the realm of God, beyond the comprehension of insignificant beings like us.”

Clutching the scripture on the table tightly, Judith fell into rapture.

“My faith is not mistaken. Before long, everyone in this world will come to know that he is a Saint.”

“…Are you serious?”

Katrin frowned.

Judith Rossfeld might be extreme in his actions, but there was not a single lie in his faith.

—Brother Judith? A rare young man with true faith these days.
—Bishop Judith? Well… he’s a bit extreme, but his faith is genuine.

Even the Pope and the Saintess, the two saints of this nation, acknowledged the purity of his faith.

And yet such a man was now pointing at a boy and calling him a Saint.

It was only natural for Katrin to feel confused.

“I am always serious.”

“…Then what are the Pope and the Saintess in Istirenne supposed to be?”

“They too are Saints.”

Judith’s red eyes began to swirl with fanaticism.

“Sister. Then allow me to ask you in return. Why do you assume there can only be two Saints?”

“What? Three?”

Katrin frowned.

“A long time ago, the only Saint on this land was the Pope. Thus, the people believed that God favored only a single, most faithful human. But what about now?”

“…The Saintess exists too.”

“When the Saintess first appeared, many priests denied her. However—”

Judith’s fanatic red eyes pierced into Katrin’s blue ones.

“After witnessing the miracles surrounding her with their own eyes, they finally acknowledged her. From that day until now, the Saintess has always stood beside the Pope.”

“So… you’re saying the same thing will happen to that Glen Wordsworth?”

“Exactly so.”

The hand clutching the scripture began to tremble.

“It may sound like I’m speaking calmly, but in truth, I’m so excited I could lose my mind, Sister.”

If he truly was the first third Saint to appear in this world—

And if Judith had been the first to experience that miracle—

It would be an honor he would never forget for the rest of his life.

“Ah… I only wish that all people of this world would realize his holiness as soon as possible!”

“…You’re seriously the craziest bastard I’ve ever met in my life.”

Katrin stood up and left the balcony, heading back into the room.

“I get what you’re saying, Judith. But I’m not like you. I’ll just watch a bit longer.”

“Do as you please, Sister. In the end, the result will be the same—you will acknowledge him.”

“……”

After giving Judith—who was sitting with his head tilted back and clutching the scripture—a cold glance, Katrin stepped out into the hallway.

Step, step—

“God’s touch? A third Saint? Ha!”

Katrin snorted.

“……”

If—just if—that madman’s words were true, and Glen really was a third Saint…

Then maybe.

Just maybe.

A true miracle would occur, and her brother would return to her arms.

In a corner of Katrin’s heart, a faint expectation toward Glen was beginning to grow.

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