Sword Pilgrim

Relieve the pain of the target turned into Carcass and receive a favour.

The first trait acquired by this is the trait of Gluttony.

‘Callius is a character with a weak constitution, so Gluttony is not a bad characteristic for him.’

Whatever you eat, it absorbs and digests nutrients at its best.

On the surface, it seems like it is just rice or food being digested, but depending on how you use it, it can mean more than that.

Besides, the time period here mimics the Middle Ages.

‘There are a lot of cases where people die from eating something wrong.’

The Gluttony trait was indispensable as it reduced the number of such cases and provided the best digestion and absorption of nutrients from the food eaten.

‘Because it digests or decomposes even up to intermediate poison on its own.’

Callius looked at what was marked as a talent.

“The only talent I have is…”

Callius took a leaf of grass and brought it to his lips.

Open your mouth and let the wind blow.

~♬

An unbelievably soft tone resounded through the forest.

If you listened quietly, your ears were purified, your thoughts disappeared, and a sense of supreme satisfaction bloomed in your heart.

Even though it was dawn, the beasts raised their heads and began to gather to hear Callius’s grass flute.

“It’s absurd.”

Tadadat.

When he stopped playing, the animals ran away as if he had never been.

“Is he surprisingly talented in music?”

Had I known it would be like this, I would have put some other talents in it.

“… No, this is good too.”

Thump.

Walking through the meadow, Callius played the grass flute.

A fantastic tone reverberated through the forest.

“I found traces.”

The man shouted with joy when he found traces of the bonfire.

“Okay.
Then where is his destination?”

“But that’s…”

“What?”

Inquisitor Delruin had a face that he didn’t quite understand.

“Come on, tell me.”

As he was urged, Delruin began to confide as if he had no choice.

“There are unusually many footprints of animals in this forest.
That’s why…”

“It is difficult to discern the direction.
Is this what you mean?”

“Unfortunately… yes.”

It’s so amazing that my nose feels stuffy.

There are so many footprints of beasts that it is impossible to pinpoint their direction.

How many beasts are roaming around, making it look like nobody can be tracked through this mess? Did they pass by in groups in the woods?

‘It’s not like it was a herd of water buffaloes… … .’

Even as Delruin was speaking, it was difficult for him to understand this situation.

Are you saying that Callius can even do magic? Magic potent enough to dazzle the beasts and make them erase his footprints? Or was it a spell?

“You may not believe it, but…”

A sigh came out.

Anyone who hears these reports will scold back.
Shouldn’t you yourself believe it if you say something that doesn’t make sense?

However, Inquisitor Ryburn’s expression was quite different from what he expected.

“Maybe it’s the power of the relic.”

“Ah……!”

Relic!

All of these situations are possible in the face of a miracle imbued with the power of God.

Why didn’t I think of that?

Delruin greatly admired Inquisitor Ryburn’s insight.

“It looks like it’s going to be longer than I thought.”

“Yeah, I guess… there are a lot of variables.”

Pilgrim Callius.

No, the pursuit of the apostate Callius, who stole the relic, seemed it would take longer than expected.

Viscount Bolivian.

In the office there, was a woman who twirled her ink-stained pen gracefully.

A woman with red hair and green pupils, but with slightly ferocious eyes.

The second daughter of the Bolivian family.

It was Helena de Bolivian.

“Miss.”

“What’s the matter?”

I’m in the middle of reviewing the documents in a good mood, but you’re breaking the flow.

Helena thought she should deduct Butler Alfredo’s salary.

“A letter has been sent to the lady.
Courtesy of Count Jervain…”

“What?”

Tak!

Helena, who snatched the letter from the butler, immediately frowned.

“What kind of face does this bastard have!”

The source of the letter was the guy who couldn’t be ignored.
A con artist who dared to deceive the daughter of a merchant family and extort gold coins!

“You bastard, Callius… Since you stole my gold coins last time, you should just hide and live like a mouse!”

Pppak!

Helena, who broke the pen stand in anger, immediately opened the envelope.

“Just you dare ask for money again.
I’ll go to the North this time! I’ll grab all my money back from the Jervain family!!”

“Considering the hardship, time, and cost of going to the north, it’s a no-brainer.
Miss.”

“Shut up, Alfredo! I know!”

The green pupils quickly went over the letter from top to bottom.

However, a frown gradually formed and only doubt remained on her face.

“Torrett? Copper mines?”

You’re asking me to distribute copper from Torrett’s mines out of the blue.

Of course, mining development and distribution is not difficult.
Torrett is just a small town near the border.

There will be no proper manpower there, so you can send manpower from here.

All the profits from that will come back to Bolivian as gold coins.

You’ll have to go to Torrett to get the full picture, but for Helena, it’s nothing to be sad about.

“But something’s strange… it smells of something other than money.”

As she squinted her eyes suspiciously, Alfredo raised his arm and sniffed.

“I came here today after washing my face.
Maybe the Lady…”

“What nonsense! Alfredo! I washed today!”

“That’s right.
I’m sorry.”

Helena, who was glaring at Alfredo with an annoyed face, suddenly widened her eyes as if she had remembered something.

“Wait, Torrett?”

Torrett, Torrett.

Tock tock. Helena, who was holding a broken pen and touching her lips, rummaged through a mountain of papers, and pulled out a report.

“Yes, Torrett.
Alfredo.
Did I mention that the Inquisitor was heading to a village near the western border a while ago?”

“Yes, I heard that.”

To the merchants, information is money.

In addition, information about the Inquisitor is inevitably sensitive.

The rise and fall of people become clear depending on where his footsteps reach.

“There are only a few villages near the border.
There was a rumour that Arsando, who went to Torrett, was dead, if that’s true…”

The puzzle is put together.

The narrowed brows straightened, and a faint smile spread on her red lips.

“Why did the Steel Justice Inquisitor go to Torrett, was it because of you?”

Callius von Jervain.

Aside from how he killed Arsando, how did he even attract a Heretic Inquisitor?

“If it’s Callius, it could be.”

Not long ago, Lutheon, who was close to him during his monk days, apostatized.

“Is it because of that?”

It’s not clear, but Callius must be being pursued anyway.

The distance from Torrett to the Bolivian family is about ten days.

If you estimate the time when the letter arrived, the picture is drawn slowly.

“Have you been caught by now?”

Or maybe he’s already been arrested and questioned? No, I mean tortured.

Ahaha! Helena smiled as she tilted her chair back.

“Doesn’t a God still exist? I can finally see the bad guy who cheated me, Helena de Bolivian, get punished.”

Oh, there’s Lord Valtherus.

Helena smiled with great satisfaction and straightened her back.

“But, you won’t die, right? You must return the five hundred gold coins that you scammed from me, Callius.”

“He is the eldest son of the Jervain family.
No matter how much he is abandoned, his bloodline will not go anywhere.
He will not be killed.”

“Right? So you can’t die.
I’ll have to pay back my disgrace and get back my gold coins tenfold from him!”

Bang. Helena, who resumed stamping her paperwork, hummed to herself.