The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

129 – 129. Illusion (1)

A week had passed since the incident in the sanctuary.

During that time, nothing had occurred in the Marquisate of Hoenberk.

It was strange.

The Holy Kingdom, burdened with devastating losses, would surely not refrain from declaring a holy war.

Could it be that something had happened to the Great Mother?

Ludmila returned to the imperial capital twice a day to gather information. However, even with the intelligence department mobilized, she could not collect any information related to the calamity of innocence. The Holy Kingdom was thoroughly concealing the fact that the calamity of innocence had descended upon the sanctuary.

‘Why on earth? Edanant von Hoenberk is a monster who has accepted the calamity of war. Despite receiving a divine oracle from the benevolent Great Mother, he betrayed his faith and attacked the sanctuary. If the Holy Sovereign joins forces with the cardinals to declare a holy war, I would naturally be cornered…’

I don’t understand.

Why does the Holy Kingdom continue to remain silent?

Even Jebeline expressed that it was difficult to speculate on that matter.

“Focus all firepower and move forward, so don’t let your guard down.”

As he extended his right hand, clad in the gauntlet of calamity, he concentrated his divine power. The gauntlet squished like liquid and then expanded greatly, transforming into the shape of a heavy machine gun.

Heavy Machine Gun.

He equipped the M2 Browning heavy machine gun in his right hand.

Belashiel, confronted with the unfamiliar weapon, showed signs of wariness. However, as if to showcase the absolute defensive power of the Demon Suppressing Shield, he raised his head while facing forward.

“I’m going.”

With a roar like thunder, the gun’s muzzle spat fire.

Thick smoke.

And the clattering of ejected shells.

A merciless barrage of bullets turned the target into a chunk of meat in an instant.

The power of the heavy machine gun struck directly against the Demon Suppressing Shield defending the front. Hundreds of rounds pounded against the barrier deployed by the sacred artifact. Suddenly, a look of bewilderment appeared on Belashiel’s face.

‘Ugh! Did humans have such weapons…! What a terrifying power!’

The shield remains intact.

The problem is the relentless barrage of rapid-fire.

Jinma’s shield revealed a significant flaw, succumbing to the overwhelming onslaught of bullets while simultaneously becoming overloaded. For this reason, Bellashiel felt a particular fear of the continuous fire.

Bullets that could tear through steel like paper.

Moreover, they had been cruelly enhanced by the calamities of war.

Lightning that pierces through steel.

As the dark-hued bullets poured in one after another, they pushed the durability of the sacred artifact to its limits.

“Phew.”

The shield, radiating a brilliant glow, began to scream.

It was merely a practice session. There was no reason to go all out against the sacred artifact of the Earth Mother.

Thus, he lowered the overheated machine gun and ceased fire. Just feeling the power of the machine gun was a sufficient harvest.

‘There were many difficulties in using modern weapons… But since the time we mobilized missiles and railguns from the sanctuary, many restrictions have been lifted. Does that mean the divinity has grown? I’ve faced hardships everywhere I went, so it’s not surprising that I’ve grown.’

The machine gun is just the beginning.

Soon, I will be able to mobilize even more modern weapons.

What kind of weapon should I pull out?

He thought while gazing at the Seraphim armed with numerous sacred artifacts.

“Ethan.”

When they were conducting a small-scale mock battle in the northern forest of the Hoenberk family,

A girl with flowing silver hair approached, her expression full of displeasure.

“You missed tea time. Did you forget?”

“Oh, right.”

The nations of the continent, including the Baltaria Empire and the Gael Sovereignty, particularly valued the culture of tea time. That was also why he often had tea time with the beautiful princesses of the empire.

Wasn’t tea time at 4 PM?

As he thought this, he took out his pocket watch, which indicated it was 4:20.

I’m late.

By 20 minutes, no less.

It was only natural for Jeblinne to puff out her cheeks in discontent. Missing tea time without notice was an act tantamount to an insult.

“Sorry for being late.”

“Hmph, you must have been too busy with the cows!”

“That can’t be true. It’s tea time with the beautiful saintess.”

“Well, you do have a way with words.”

The witch with a flat chest, symbolizing hunger.

Jebeline Albion Russell.

As Bella Ciel gazed at the surly witch, he realized that she was in a romantic relationship with Edanant.

What a vile man.

He lured the witch of hunger with his ugly sweet talk.

‘And it seemed like he was in a relationship with the vessel of tyranny… Could it be an affair? To boldly cheat despite having a woman he promised to spend his life with? What a trashy human. To lose the dignity of a celestial being to such infidelity!’

A love triangle.

It was undoubtedly the kind of romantic drama his mother used to enjoy in her novels.

The cheating male protagonist.

And the wicked women brainwashed by cunning whispers.

They continued their irresponsible affair until they were ultimately met with beheading by the wicked women. He remembered the ending where the wicked woman, cradling her severed head in both hands, surrendered her body to the boat and disappeared beyond the horizon.

“Let’s go have some tea.”

“Why should I be with such misfortunes… Ugh! Don’t pull me!”

When tea time was suggested, Bella Ciel reacted with hostility, as always.

With a sigh, Edanant tugged at the chains of the demon.

* * *

He had fallen into the status of a slave, forced to submit to absolute command.

Bella Ciel, who had to endure s*xual harassment from Edanant every time, gritted his teeth and cried out for revenge.

His mother would descend.

If it were the supreme power, it could instantly nullify the subjugation imposed by the chains of the demon.

Bella Ciel watched Edanant’s movements, promising for a future of reckoning. Like a spy infiltrating enemy territory, he meticulously monitored his every move to uncover his weaknesses.

“The second princess of the Baltaria Empire, Ludmila Drayg Baltaria. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I know this isn’t the time for idle greetings… but I must still extend my regards to the lion of the Earth Mother.”

“…….”

It was a polite and respectful greeting.

Truly, as befitting the second princess of the empire, her etiquette was nearly perfect.

Ludmila welcomed Bella Ciel gently, as if hosting a king or noble.

It was a bewildering situation.

To think he would receive such treatment from the vessel of tyranny.

Bellaiel, who had suffered under the complete lack of morality of Enanant and Jeblinne, showed a hint of bewilderment at Ludmila’s greeting. After all, it was the first time he had encountered a rational person among the barbarians.

“But you say you’re a Seraph from the Celestial Realm, yet you have no wings?”

“…I usually keep them in the armory.”

Elizabeta asked, gripping her teacup with both hands.

At that, Bellaiel opened his mouth.

‘Armory… Is that the name of the space where divine artifacts are stored? I never imagined the wings could be detachable.’

It was restricted so that the divine artifacts of the One True God could not be retrieved from the space unless a battle was commanded. It was a safety measure to prevent the Seraph of Justice from being weaponized.

Perhaps it was due to the sealing through subjugation.

The servants of the Hoenberk family only thought of Bellaiel as “the concubine brought by the second young master.” They would never dream that he was the great Seraph recorded in myth.

“……”

Ludmila and Jeblinne sat down and began to sip their black tea.

Enanant did the same.

He placed the cute Ruinon on his lap and took a sip of tea.

To leisurely enjoy tea time with the Seraph of the Celestial Realm right in front of him. Bellaiel sat down, looking dazed, and quenched his thirst with the warm tea.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to return to the Empire for a while.”

“If the Holy Kingdom declares a crusade, you’ll be isolated in the Empire as it is.”

Now was the time to keep a close watch on the movements of the Holy Kingdom and wait for the outcome.

It would come soon enough.

The monster that had devastated the sanctuary had escaped through countless encirclements.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the divinity and reputation of the One True God had fallen into the mud. The fanatics who worshipped the One True God would not let the monster that destroyed the sanctuary go unpunished.

“I want to have milk tea… but there’s no milk.”

Enanant said, throwing it out casually.

At that, Bellaiel’s face turned bright red as he covered his chest with both hands.

No,

It wasn’t that he intended to tease.

Of course, it wasn’t that he had no interest in that direction…

The sharp gazes of Ludmila and Jeblinne pierced through Enanant. All he wanted was to drink soft milk tea, but due to past incidents, he immediately found himself misunderstood.

“Hey! You said you wanted to drink it, didn’t you, Ethan!”

“Phew, was it Rue…?”

Rue, who had been munching on cookies, raised her hand and spoke up.

Then Ludmila sighed and withdrew her misunderstanding.

“Hmph, why are you looking for milk? You’re not a baby, are you?”

“Don’t worry. There will never be a time when I need to look for milk for you.”

As Jeblin pointed this out with a sharp voice, Edanant retorted with a mocking reply.