The Woman Found the Will I Wrote

120 – Archbishop 2

The moment I heard that the archbishop had appeared, I started by asking about his whereabouts.

“Where is it?”

In response to my brief question, Espin took out her magic book and spoke calmly, as if she had been waiting.

“… Clock tower near central government. “It is said that the archbishop is doing meditation on the top floor there.”

“Mercury?”

I couldn’t help but feel puzzled by the completely unexpected word.

If I were a member of the Heavenly God Church, I would attack places related to the Lercie family.

At the very least, it would have attacked ‘a place where an important person or object is located.’

‘But after occupying the worthless clock tower, they are staging a sit-in protest.’

Something was a bit strange, so I asked Espin.

Espin shook his head and sighed as if he had no other information.

“I also did a lot of research to find out the reason… As you know, the Heavenly God Church is a very closed place. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the reason.”

At those words, I nodded and got lost in thought.

‘If Espin can say that he couldn’t find out anything, then he would certainly be correct to say that it was impossible to find out information about the Archbishop.’

Just as I was about to say those words, a question crossed my mind.

“… For a moment. I couldn’t get any information about the archbishop. How were we able to confirm that it was the Archbishop who appeared in the clock tower?”

At those words, Espin snapped his fingers and unleashed illusion magic.

Soon she showed me a man created with illusion magic, like a hologram, and spoke to me.

“After the Archbishop took over the clock tower and murdered everyone except the manager. It looks like he told the manager to spread the word to the whole world that the archbishop has arrived.”

I couldn’t help but feel strange at those words.

Although they say they have changed their direction recently, the Celestial Sect has a strong tendency to be ‘closed and hide information’.

I couldn’t help but wonder because the situation that occurred this time was taking the opposite direction.

‘… Is there something wrong inside? Or personal deviation? If not that too… Trap?’

Various speculations came to mind.

All of these were just guesses without evidence, so there was a need to leave them as just thoughts.

So, as I was sighing as I felt my mind becoming complicated, Espin looked at me and spoke.

“So what do you want to do? … Well, first of all, what I recommend is neglect.”

“Neglect?”

This time, I expressed my surprise when I heard something completely unexpected.

Espin slowly moves forward and talks to me.

“To put it bluntly, it is the central government or the Magic Society that should solve the case. Because it’s not you.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at those words.

Absolutely, as Espin said, there was no reason why I had to solve this problem.

“So, I think it would be better to ask for help there, or at least wait until you are in an advantageous position and deal with it then.”

It’s definitely a good offer, though.

Maybe it was because there were things that bothered me, but I couldn’t help but worry.

“If I neglect it, the archbishop who takes over the clock tower may create something that even I cannot handle.”

If you give them time, they will create something that cannot be ignored, whether it is a situation, an object, or anything else.

Even if you think it would be better to organize everything before such things happen.

‘I think Espin’s words are right, so I’m worried in many ways.’

Even though Espin didn’t say anything wrong, her head started hurting.

After thinking about what the Heavenly God Church had done so far, I decided to just go right ahead.

“So, I think it is right to deal with the archbishop as quickly as possible.”

“Okay? Then, I will tell you about the structure of the clock tower and information about nearby facilities.”

Espin nodded her head as if she expected that to happen.

This time, he begins to organize and inform me of the blueprint and related information.

As I listened to this, I laughed again, wondering how strong the archbishop would be.

* * *

As I headed toward the clock tower, what I saw was a landscape where time literally seemed to have stopped.

Stiffened people and corpses.

Small pieces of stone or piles of dirt floating in the air.

I smiled and looked around in a strange landscape that felt like I had entered a scene from a photograph where time had not passed.

‘I guess what I’m seeing now is the archbishop’s ability.’

I walked slowly, sensing that the enemy I would be dealing with was related to ‘time’.

‘By the way, your hobby is quite nasty.’

As if recording the moment of the most cruel death of a living being, the scene of the most horrendous death was ‘fixed’ and unfolding all over the place.

I’m frowning as I use my mana to push away the blood and flesh that are about to spill all over the floor.

In front of the clock tower, I saw a man wearing a bloody rabbit mask with open hands welcoming me.

“You are a guest. Archbishop Zernian is waiting above.”

It was a very strange voice.

A voice that seems to be a mixture of an insect’s voice and a human’s voice, causing great discomfort just by hearing it.

In response to such a voice, he silently takes out his mace and continues his speech while flicking his mask.

“Huh? That’s strange. It seems like it was clearly an invitation, but I wonder what kind of signal it is to take out a weapon… “I just can’t understand it.”

Instead of answering those words, I was about to make lightning strike.

Before that, I noticed blue mana being shot at the rabbit mask from between the nearby buildings.

I looked to the side to see something.

It is noticeable that a considerable number of knights and wizards are quickly entering the clock tower.

‘It turned out to be fun.’

I think it would be better to observe the situation and gather information, so I am taking a step back.

One of the knights at the front, with his sword drawn, spits on the floor and begins swearing loudly.

‘I can’t hear exactly what you’re saying.’

Probably anger at the destruction that has occurred around here.

I am watching with some anticipation to see what kind of battle will take place.

Rabbit Mask sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and started to lift up those who had fallen on the floor by snapping his fingers.

‘A necromancer?’

Considering that he can create quite a large number at once, he probably seems like a pretty powerful necromancer.

Since the knights and wizards who came in weren’t so far behind, they prepared for this with a look of unimpressed expression.

When I saw that, I thought it was a worthless battle and was about to intervene.

“Keeeeek!”

I could see the skeletons raised by the rabbit mask gathering together in one place to form the shape of a dragon and roaring at the surroundings.

“… Dragon?”

It is somewhat interesting to create new entities using the skeleton soldiers you have raised.

Because it was made using a skull, it seems less amazing.

In reality, it was an amazing fusion of mixing living humans to create a dragon, so I was somewhat interested.

‘What method was used?’

Rather than making it out of a real human skull.

I think they just directed it that way and actually summoned the Bone Dragon using the sacrificial technique.

Even taking this into account, it was a great method in its own way, so I quickly started analyzing the magic formula to find out.

‘Interesting.’

I feel somewhat happy to have learned something interesting in an unexpected place.

You can see the summoned Bone Dragon opening its mouth wide and shooting out its black breath at the enemies approaching it.

An intense explosion of magical energy.

I saw that the knights who were running in front were stuck in a situation where they were on the verge of melting after being hit by the breath.

I felt interest revived again.

‘How do you use time fixation? Given the circumstances, it seems like it was probably worn by the archbishop and not that rabbit mask… How did they use it at exactly the right time of death?’

I’m looking into this, thinking that I’m curious in many ways.

The loud screams of wizards began to be heard from afar.

“Save me, save me, please!”

In response to such a voice, I thought it would be a good idea to intervene and unleash my magic.

‘It would be a good idea to capture that guy as research material.’

I moved forward slowly, thinking that it would be good if I could also omit information and experience.

The bone dragon turns its face towards me and begins to scream again.

Seeing this, the fallen wizard trembled and uttered the words, ‘Run away!’.

I ignored those words and spoke while clinking my mace.

“How was the Bone Dragon made?”

To that question, the rabbit mask answers me with a voice full of ridicule.

“There’s no way I could tell you that, right? And even if I told you, I don’t think you would understand.”

“I see.”

After giving a short answer.

I quickly approached using space compression magic and struck the rabbit mask hard on the head with my mace.

Waddeuddeuk!

I spoke briefly to him while listening to the sound of bones breaking and masks being shattered.

“Then the only way to do it is to kill them half and steal the information.”

“Quaaay… “Oh my.”

Perhaps because of the intense pain, my body trembles and I cannot even respond.

I see his body his ‘regenerating again’.

After striking him again in the face with the mace, he spoke briefly.

“You showed me something fun, so let me show you something fun too.”

With those words, I grabbed the hem of the rabbit mask and lifted it up so that it looked at the clock tower as I continued speaking.

“Explosions are art.”

I repeat the lines exactly as I saw them in the cartoon.

A spell was lightly chanted on the lower level of the clock tower.

“Explosion at origin. Nesting.”

In addition to overlapping the origin explosion in one place, what would happen if we also gave penetration magic?

I laughed the loudest I’ve ever laughed today as I watched the clock tower explode without a trace the moment it was hit by the explosion magic.