The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

126 – Interlude (2)

The Hoenberk family was a peaceful place, boasting a tranquil atmosphere akin to a nursing home set up for a quiet retirement.

However, everything changed when colorful, charming guests became part of the household.

It overflowed with vitality.

Every day was filled with lively commotion.

With the arrival of mysterious fairies, what was once a serene nursing home transformed into a bustling amusement park.

“Kyahahaha!”

“It’s the Sudden Attack of the Louisnongs!”

“I’ve taken over the grand mansion! From now on, this mansion belongs to the Zlururu Louisnongs!”

Louisnong dashes through the hallway.

Swinging a watering can wildly, Louisnong turns the garden into a sea of water.

And Louisnong, who has stolen the official seal passed down to the head of the Hoenberk family.

It’s a mess.

Is this how a kindergarten full of rascals behaves?

From the start, the Louisnongs, rich in curiosity and a thirst for exploration, became increasingly mischievous as they began attending school. Otto, the head of the Hoenberk family, had even established a school to teach the Louisnongs, who were oblivious to the ways of the world.

“Recently, the Louisnongs have been quite rowdy. I think it’s time for a stern reprimand.”

“Ha ha, isn’t it wonderful? Thanks to our cute guests, the mansion that was always quiet is now full of life.”

The butler, wearing glasses, spoke up.

At that, Otto smiled kindly and interjected.

“Max and Ethan have always been rather taciturn since childhood, so weren’t they bored? I’m actually glad that the Louisnongs are bringing some vitality to this lonely household.”

“…This morning, the head’s seal has gone missing.”

The luxurious seal adorned with gold and jewels had vanished. Surely, the mischievous Louisnongs had snuck it away to run rampant with approvals.

Surely they wouldn’t misuse the seal, would they?

Collaborating with nobles who are eyeing the Hoenberk marquisate’s interests to usurp inheritance rights, perhaps?

Of course, that wouldn’t happen.

The Louisnongs’ intelligence was far too lacking for such a covert conspiracy.

Cute and foolish fairies.

Edanant’s assessment of the Louisnongs was quite accurate.

“Wow! This Ringberger Louisnong has built an incredibly high sandcastle!”

“It’s so tall! Even if all the Louisnongs stretch out their arms, they can’t cover it!”

The Louisnongs squealed in delight, celebrating their achievement. Otto, gazing out the window, spotted a sandcastle nearly ten meters high.

Unbelievable.

It was truly a sandcastle… a土城 (earthen castle).

It was far too grand in scale to be dismissed as mere child’s play. It felt as if a great army had been mobilized to construct this sandcastle in an assault on a fortress. The servants witnessing the magnificent sandcastle were left speechless, foaming at the mouth due to the extraordinary scale of the Louisnongs’ antics.

“Whoa! The sandcastle is collapsing!”

“An attack! The enemies are attacking! The foes aiming for the candy are invading!”

Kuwung—.

While the Louisnongs were joyfully building their sandcastle, hand in hand,

A rift opened in the air, and countless figures fell onto the sandcastle. The sandcastle, precariously balanced due to shoddy construction, met its untimely end at the hands of these unexpected intruders.

“Phew, we made it safely.”

A young man with gray hair landed on the ground, brushing off the dust. At the same time, he stretched out his arms and effortlessly caught the pure white saint who had fallen in the rear.

It was Edanant and Jeblinne.

The servants of the Hoenberk family, watching the absurd scene from a distance, broke into broad smiles upon spotting Edanant and Jeblinne.

“Cough, cough! What on earth is this? It’s all sandy!”

A vampire, rolling in the sand, shouted as he brushed off the grains that had settled on his head.

The other apostles were no different.

The apostles, forcibly transported to the Hoenberk Marquisate due to the Tower of Magic’s compulsory transfer, were busy surveying their surroundings, covered in sand. They seemed greatly startled by the sudden turn of events.

“…Where on earth is this?”

A woman with flowing orange hair swallowed hard and lifted her head. For a seraph, the mortal realm was as good as an unknown space, so it was only natural to be on guard.

Perhaps it was due to being bound by the chains of the demon.

Despite their efforts to escape the range of the compulsory transfer, they had failed.

Belasiel glared at Edanant with murderous intent. Not only had he dared to inflict defeat upon a seraph, but he had also committed the humiliation of stealing sacred artifacts. He vowed to take revenge on this great sinner one day.

“Waaah!”

“We worked so hard to make it!”

The Louisnongs, having lost the fruits of their labor right before their eyes, burst into tears. They looked as if they had just had their illegal street stall demolished in an instant, expressing their unjust feelings.

What should I do?

I didn’t really intend for this to happen…

Belasiel was at a loss, watching the Louisnongs weep profusely.

“Ethan!”

“Father.”

A striking middle-aged man with a bald head, shining like grains of sand reflecting the sunlight, approached. Edanant instinctively smiled faintly upon reuniting with the familiar face.

Perhaps it was due to the numerous trials he had faced in the sanctuary.

Though it had been less than a month, his father felt particularly welcoming.

As Edan looked at his father, he suddenly recalled the whereabouts of his damned brother, who had vanished without a trace. Maximilian, who had abandoned the scene during the battle with the seraph, remained in the sanctuary.

Killing the seraph.

That must have been the reason for betraying the cardinals of the Holy Kingdom.

However, upon seeing Belasiel falter, Maximilian had simply disappeared, as if he had urgent matters to attend to.

“The declaration to kill Bellasiel may have been to provoke me. If not….”

I don’t know.

What on earth is his purpose?

Bellasiel was merely a means to an end.

His betrayal of the Holy Kingdom must have been part of achieving his ultimate goal.

Had he not reached the brink of death, he would have remained in the sanctuary until the end. Edanant clicked his tongue, recalling the figure of Maximilian, who had vanished like a wraith.

* * *

The smoke of soot that blanketed the sky.

A cathedral reduced to ruins.

A cityscape so devastated that it was nearly impossible to discern any traces.

The city of the One God, once known as the slaughterhouse that condemned the heretical forces and the stronghold of the worshippers of the Earth Mother, had met its downfall.

In an effort to suppress the horrific situation, the forces of the Holy Kingdom were deployed to the sanctuary, but they only made futile attempts. This was because the culprits who had devastated the sanctuary had colluded with accomplices and fled the scene.

They had suffered a crushing defeat.

Despite the unimaginable damage inflicted, they ultimately failed.

Creak—.

Numerous carriages emerged from the dust of the ruins.

These were the carriages that had appeared in the capital when the Baltaria Empire convened the alliance meeting. The carriages of the Holy Kingdom, adorned with platinum and jewels, came to a halt as soon as they reached the sanctuary.

“Your Majesty!”

“Have you arrived, Your Majesty!”

The leading carriage shook.

Following it, a middle-aged man dressed in pure white robes descended from the carriage.

Boeorn I.

The representative of the One God had arrived at the ruined sanctuary.

Imprisoned in the palace due to the rebellion of the cardinals who had joined the radical faction, Boeorn was released once the situation was resolved. Arriving late to the scene, the monarch swallowed hard as he gazed upon the tragically fallen city of the One God.

“Is it completely destroyed?”

“No, only the center of the sanctuary has been destroyed… The areas on the outskirts are mostly intact. Thanks to the Seraph, who personally confronted the calamity of the innocent.”

Cirel Veiled and Ilkeron Nabiakus, who had led the situation in cooperation with the Seraph Bellasiel, voluntarily accepted their confinement. And all the cardinals who barely survived the incident were also captured.

The leaders who had plotted the rebellion had been subdued.

Yet there was no way to address the unprecedented damage caused by the fall of the sanctuary.

Reports flooded in of the countless soldiers deployed to the scene who had lost their lives. Boeorn drew the sign of the cross, his expression heavy with solemnity.

“Absolutely not!”

“This is a challenge to the one true God and a blasphemy! Please give me an order to conquer!”

The knights of the Holy Kingdom, who had been waiting for an order to conquer, requested it from Boern with voices filled with indignation.

The divine spirit had fallen to the ground.

The history of worship and faith that the Holy Kingdom had achieved had been reduced to nothing.

Even the one true God, who had taken on the flesh of the reserve saint, had witnessed the tragedy. Boern gazed at the scene with a heavy sigh, recalling the one true God while thinking of the reserve saint.

It’s clear that you’re crying like a child.

You’re a person with a soft heart.

The whereabouts of Bella, the archangel who was behind the variable, remained a mystery. If she had died in battle, she would have returned to heaven, but she had completely disappeared like a ghost, leaving no trace.

Bella is a archangel who sealed the container of hunger and was the one true God’s most beloved daughter. If her beloved daughter had disappeared, it would be unbearable to control one’s emotions.