I’m Going to Destroy this Country

“Oh my! Did they gather all the Saint candidates?”

Isaac furrowed his brows.

It seems the matter has escalated.

The servant raised his voice in excitement.

“So, from the Pope’s family to the children of the other five great families are coming?”

“Not just that. All the Saint candidates who have only been talked about till now will gather.”

“The Emperor himself is also supporting it actively.”

“The citizens are also looking forward to it.”

The small gathering grew into a festival of a national scale.

By now, it wasn’t just a simple gathering but virtually a selection for the Saint.

Of course, this was good news for Isaac.

‘The more competitors, the better for me.’

Why is it better if there are more competitors?

“My lord, all the candidates enter the treasury at once, right?”

“Yes.”

Right!

Strength flowed into Isaac’s fist, which was drinking milk.

What Isaac was after was not a dirty relic but the physical body of the Skeleton King.

However, if he headed straight to the body of the Skeleton King, wouldn’t he be looked at suspiciously?

So, if many people enter at the same time, the attention will be divided, making it easier to retrieve the body.

And the best relic?

Would children who lived only a year or two recognize a good one, or would he, who has been struggling hundreds of years with the holy faction, know better?

Just carrying something that will make the priests faint was enough.

Of course, it was said that the treasury was so dangerous that anyone other than the Saint candidate might lose their life, but well…

‘How dangerous could it be for a child’s gathering…’

“Surely the captured demons are guarding the inside?”

Oh, so it was dangerous without holy power because there’s demons?

But, after all, they were just demons.

To a former and current demon lord, a demon guardian? Seemed like a small fry.

Well, he’s in nursing state now, so anything above 7th rank might be a bit much, but there’s no way those higher ranks are guarding.

At most, those below 6th rank can be dealt with in one go using [Intimidation]…

“I heard there’s an 8th rank demon?”

“…”

Damn… Why is an 8th rank demon guarding there?

Who’s there? Who’s inside?

Moreover, 8th rank means it’s pretty powerful, isn’t that a bit risky?

So, was that why there were casualties?

But that was okay.

It’s actually easier to detect and therefore avoid demons.

Ignoring them and finding the body is all he needs…

“There’s also a 9th rank dragon guarding the inside, right?”

Damn it!

Why are these perverts playing in such a place?

Dragons were fierce superior species that humans couldn’t handle.

Do they think a baby can survive in such a place?

Isaac’s relationship with dragons was the worst.

For several reasons, notably…

– That bastard scammed young dragons!

– What did he sell to those kids!

– That skull brat, I never liked his look from the start!

He was basically on their most-wanted list.

Later, he managed to put a dragon elder who came after him to sleep permanently by scamming him again. Anyway, the relationship wasn’t good.

And above all, dragons might detect his soul.

But the risk might be worth the reward.

Actually, Lilai, who brought Isaac to his room, said it was a great opportunity.

“The Papacy probably won’t recognize Isaac as a Saint candidate.”

Yes, probably.

Didn’t the Bishop blabber nonsense that the Saint was already decided?

“But once you’ve been to the treasury, they won’t be able to ignore you.”

“Right, I don’t know what item the young master will bring, but…”

“Exterminate the demons in there! Isaac!”

“No, My Lord, the task isn’t to get rid of the guardians. You should bring an item…”

“I don’t care about the item, just show your power by killing the demons!”

“No, you should bring an item…!!”

The servants were flustered, but Lilai was prepared.

“Now, Isaac! Let’s listen to this again!”

Lilai handed him a small toy dagger. It was like a parent showing a child what money looks like so they recognize it.

“This! It’s a sword! You have the blood to defeat the Skeleton King, so bring the Holy Sword! Smash the Skeleton King’s head with that sword!”

A Holy Sword my ass!

I’ll smash your head instead.

Isaac almost landed a solid hit but stopped himself.

No matter what, because Lilai was quite a useful guy. Not only did he honor him in the family and let him use the , but also…

“From now on, this uncle will teach you the sacred technique.”

“Young lord!”

The uncle was even trying to teach him the sacred technique with his own hands.

Of course, he wasn’t interested in the techniques of the priests, but this place was a haven for priests.

Usually, it would be wise to use the sacred techniques instead of magic.

That’s why he was glad to have this kind of lesson.

Normally, to learn the sacred technique, you’d need to fast and study the holy scriptures and hymns, but are you kidding me?

‘Why starve? Those perverts who enjoy pain.’

Let alone the hymns, the stories in the holy scriptures were poison to demons.

What if you read a story where the Skeleton King is attacked?

‘Damn, it’s mental torture.’

From the beginning, a method that humans can use, the Skeleton King would understand as soon as he heard it.

It may take time to listen, but it’s satisfying because it will be halved…

But just then…

[Argh! You damn paladin! What are you injecting into my Master’s body now?]

“!”

Whisper, filled with magic, frothed at the influx of divine power.

Isaac flinched at the strong divine power but soon widened his eyes.

What’s with this guy? Was he not going to teach orally, but instead let him experience it directly?

It seemed like he was using a defensive technique, but Isaac noticed immediately.

‘Divine power circulation!’

It was to pave the way for the divine power to circulate well throughout the body.

Of course, it looked surprising to others.

“Do you really need to do that much, my lord? The consumption of divine power…”

“It’s nothing. It’s just an adaptation training. The real thing hasn’t even started yet.”

Not even started!

“Dayayaya! (Hooray, that’s cool)!”

All Isaac wanted was the sensation of how to move the divine power. If he got the feeling, it would be instant.

After all, it was just the difference between moving fire or water.

And for Lilai, he just dipped him in water like a newborn adapting, but the opponent was too tough.

“Do you feel the flow, Isaac?”

Come on, uncle. I feel it so well!

I feel it so well that I probably don’t even need a lecture!

With this, he could move the divine power as he wished.

And the sacred technique?

If he just saw it, he could mimic most of it.

Stealing others’ skills to survive.

Because the origin of Survival also had the characteristic of analyzing techniques.