Reincarnated in the Same World for the Nth Time - Chapter 15

Aquila briefly summarized the situation to Ianfel.

That he was afflicted with a Curse of the Deadly Poison, not just a normal poison.

That it was only after coughing up blood and fainting that he remembered what the Great Dragon had told him in the past.

And that thanks to that prophecy, he was able to escape death.

“Wait a minute. You’re really saying you dispelled the Curse of the Deadly Poison? That’s something I couldn’t do no matter what.”

As Aquila had anticipated, Ianfel’s suspicion followed at that point.

He was more confident in his divine power than anyone else.

So, the moment he heard that he was able to dispel the Curse of the Deadly Poison with Yuzelia’s help, he must have wondered how that was possible.

But for Aquila, it was nothing more than a tiresome repetition.

He swore an oath again.

Because the fact that the Curse of the Deadly Poison was gone was, in any case, the truth.

It was Yuzelia who did something unexpected.

“The Curse of the Deadly Poison that was cast upon Young Master Aquila has disappeared. I swear in the name of the Sun God Rasphallara, these words are not lie.”

Yuzelia placed her hand on her brooch and swore in the name of the Sun God.

This was on a different level than Aquila’s simple oath.

Anyone standing on this continent would know what it meant for a priest to swear in the name of a God.

Yuzelia’s oath was a promise of unchanging truth under the authority and judgment of God.

‘If a priest breaks an oath made in the name of God, the God may directly intervene.’

And in that case, there was also the possibility of divine punishment.

Gods did not condone everything done in their name.

That’s why when Aquila was a priest, he rarely swore in the name of God.

As a result, things were going as Aquila had thought, but he didn’t know if God would condone it.

‘The most unpredictable and fickle being in this world is a God. I can’t know what they are thinking or planning at all.’

That was also the case from Aquila’s direct experience.

It was better to be with dozens of spirits than to deal with them.

A faint yellow light swirled around Yuzelia again, as if scattering, and then gradually subsided.

Ianfel didn’t say anything for a while.

He had tried to test her because she was associated with Bishop Martio, but Ianfel knew that Yuzelia was acting based on her sincere faith.

He had already investigated her when he investigated Martio.

He had already finished investigating her background when he was investigating Martio.

“…So that’s the bargaining chip, then.”

Ianfel barely managed to speak in a calm voice.

The suspicion that had been openly evident in his light purple eyes had disappeared, and another emotion was blooming in its place.

It was curiosity.

“What do I have to give you in exchange for telling me the method of lifting the curse?”

As expected, things were moving quickly.

Yuzelia had eliminated the most troublesome step, so it was easier for Aquila to say what he wanted to say.

He glanced sideways at Yuzelia and sent her a thank you with his eyes, and she smiled back in response.

“Just like I said earlier, ah, it’s not like I’m asking you to get rid of someone by executing them, it’s just a metaphor.”

“Haha. A metaphor… That’s a rather brutal metaphor.”

Ianfel seemed to have regained some composure and returned to his usual smiling face.

“It won’t be a difficult price to pay. You just have to keep doing what you were already doing.”

“I wonder if you know what I’m doing when you say that?”

“You must be saving people with a great purpose. I wouldn’t ask for a strange price, would I?”

“You can never know a person’s inner thoughts. I have no way of knowing what you’re thinking.”

Aquila and Ianfel smiled at each other.

‘I want to return those words right back to you.’

Aquila thought that, but he didn’t change his expression once and spoke leisurely.

“Lend me the name of the Temple of the Sun.”

“Lend the name… Are you saying that knowing what it means?”

Lending the name of the temple was not simple.

The Great Temple of the Sun is a religious organization with more than half of the population of the Delbion continent as believers.

That name was by no means light.

Aquila nodded obediently.

“Of course. It’s fine if it’s just the name of Port Plum, not the entire Temple of the Sun.”

“The name of this place is the same, too. The second largest temple in the Delbion continent, excluding the place where the Pope is located, is…”

“I was able to get rid of the Curse of the Deadly Poison with the help of the Temple of the Sun.”

“Pardon?”

As Aquila cut off his words and said something out of context, a hint of displeasure flickered in Ianfel’s eyes.

He must have wondered what this young master was talking about.

But Aquila didn’t care.

“I want to announce that, ‘Aquila Reshenhardt was able to eliminate the venom curse thanks to the Temple of the Sun. I don’t know what would have happened if it wasn’t for the Temple of the Sun.’ … I want to announce it like this.”

Ianfel made a dumbfounded expression for the first time, as if he was pondering whether what he had just heard was real.

“That’s strange. Are you saying that you’re giving the credit for lifting the venomous curse to the Temple of the Sun?”

“Yes.”

“…What’s the ulterior motive?”

Suspicion filled Ianfel’s light purple eyes once again.

The Temple of the Sun had received several requests related to the Curse of the Deadly Poison.

But all the priests, and even Ianfel, had repeatedly failed to undo the curse.

They knew it wasn’t an ordinary curse thanks to the black and chilling energy that had spread throughout the body, but no priest could solve it.

Divine power didn’t work.

The Temple of the Sun struggled to solve the venomous curse but didn’t produce any special results, and Lady Friadel, who was a candidate for the Crown Princess, eventually died.

The Temple of the Sun suffered a major blow due to this incident.

Not to mention that Ianfel’s pride was even more damaged.

But the opportunity to recover from that was being given so willingly?

‘I’m tempted to accept the deal right away, but he might demand an unreasonable price.’

Ianfel tried to make a nonchalant expression, but it didn’t work.

The Curse of the Deadly Poison was like an unresolved knot that the Temple of the Sun had not been able to solve until now.

The opponent in front of him must have known how much the status of the Temple of the Sun had fallen because of this.

But he’s going to give it to me for free?

Ianfel’s eyes narrowed as if to gauge Aquila’s intentions.

“The Curse of the Deadly Poison…”

“I know the culprit. And how to cast the curse.”

“…What?”

Another dumbfounded sound came out of Ianfel.

“Who doesn’t know that it would be good to announce it as my achievement? If the name of Reshenhardt is included, everyone will say, ‘Reshenhardt did what the temple couldn’t do, how amazing!’ Isn’t that right?”

“…That sarcasm really cuts deep.”

“Even if I’m ‘that’ Reshenhardt, I’m an individual. One who almost got murdered, too.”

Ianfel, whose face had turned cold at Aquila’s words, slowly pondered his words.

“You’re saying that you’re involved with a place that’s too much for you to handle on your own… That’s what you mean. And the surrounding situation may be difficult, too?”

“Well, the conversation flows well at times like this.”

Aquila smiled unconsciously at Ianfel’s words.

Seeing that face made Ianfel feel strangely uplifted.

That was the case from his point of view.

The Temple of the Sun had been desperate to solve the curse ever since, but there had been no special progress.

Rather, the Friadel family, who they needed to cooperate with, was now trying to hide and hush it up.

There was no concrete evidence.

One year passed after the death of Lady Friadel, without finding any solution.

In the meantime, an ominous shadow was detected in Port Plum.

Information surfaced that the Dark Guild, a den of all crimes, had infiltrated the temple, and that a certain priest was opening the way for them.

This fact immediately reached the Pope’s ears, and he sighed and was also enraged.

To think that something like this would happen when things were already chaotic!

There should be no more such disloyalty on the path of serving the Sun God Rasphallara.

Thus, the Pope secretly summoned Ianfel and gave him an order, and the Saint accepted.

Upon arriving at Port Plum, Ianfel immediately expelled several shadows.

But all of them either took their own lives or were low-ranking members who knew nothing.

Rotten as it may be, the Dark Guild was still the Dark Guild.

The complete lack of useful information was proof enough.

In the meantime, news that a strange contact had been made also reached Ianfel’s ears.

That the Reshenhardt bloodline, from the family that the most suspected person had recently visited, had contacted them wanting to use an unknown artifact.

Ianfel stopped what he was doing and entered the crystal orb room.

And that’s right now.

As if the Sun God Rasphallara had guided them to this place, Ianfel was falling into the thought that Aquila Reshenhardt might say the words he wanted to hear.

“There’s no place that knows the Dark Guild as well as the Temple of the Sun. Will you help us catch those bastards?”

And it wasn’t a delusion.

For the first time, genuine delight flickered in Ianpel’s lavender eyes.

***

A heavy door opened with a small sound.

“This is it. It might be slippery, so be careful.”

Ianfel, who recited the same phrase that Aquila had spoken when he first entered the basement in the previous life, guided them.

A slightly cooler air than on the surface brushed against his skin, but it wasn’t musty.

Perhaps because it was a place where artifacts were stored, it was overly clean and spacious.

“There was a path here. I didn’t know that…”

Yuzelia murmured, looking back at the path she had just come out of.

She originally didn’t know there was a basement, and it was her first time here, so it was understandable that she was shocked.

“Is this okay?”

Shen whispered quietly, staring intently at the swaying water-colored hair and the priests around it.

No matter how much of a saint he was, he couldn’t come here alone, so he had brought other priests with him.

Among the priests was Chelsea, who had guided them to Ianfel’s room.

The soldiers who had been brought for security reasons could not come, and only Aquila, Shen, and Yuzelia were going down to the basement, so he seemed worried.

Aquila, who had pulled his hood down deeply again, nodded as if it was okay.

It was a point where witnesses were needed.

“Even if it’s at the Saint’s request…”

“You’ve even sworn in the name of God, if this can solve the Curse of the Deadly Poison…”

Even to the sound of the priests whispering among themselves, Aquila pretended not to know and walked slowly.

Various relics were displayed in transparent glass around them.

Yuzelia recognized what one of the artifacts was and let out a silent scream.

Ianfel suddenly stopped at one wall and returned with a chalice placed on the shelf.

About the size of an adult’s forearm, with ornate decorations like a holy grail.

“Ah. Could that be…”

“Yes. This is the holy relic of the great Sun God, the Right Hand of the Halo. Rasphallara will surely be pleased if this artifact helps you.”

Ianfel smiled a painted smile and answered kindly.

Aquila made a surprised voice and reached out his hand.

As if his hand had reached out without him realizing it to a relic he was seeing for the first time, he was planning to touch it briefly and then take it away.

They were going to put on a show.

However, when Aquila’s fingertips touched the Right Hand of the Halo…

Ting!

【Right Hand of the Halo: The chalice that the Sun God Rasphallara exchanged with the God of Springs as a price. Drinking the water that springs from the chalice increases mana and allows you to randomly acquire one skill.

Remaining: (110)

— Limited to this playthrough. Disappears upon death.】