"The 'Lord of Hermes'!"
The technique Alan unleashed pierced through the golden armor.
But Kirche was unscathed.
"I thought it went through... but after pulling a technique like that, you're wide open! Lance Saint Secret Art, 'Justice Stream'!!"
As frustrating as it was, Alan — an Orichalcum Rank, if only barely — was strong.
Which meant Kirche couldn't hold back.
A single swing of the holy lance unleashed a tornado of justice.
It bore down upon Alan, who was not a being of justice, sending him flying upward and smashing through the guild's ceiling.
When the tornado dissipated and Alan fell back down, he had suffered a mortal wound, and he drew his last breath as his blood stained the floor red.
Here,
Justice was served.
And then my followers praised me, and those around me — as expected — revered me as the "Righteous Noble Prince."
I announced that I had avenged the man whose right arm Alan had taken.
"H-Help — a murderer!!"
Hmm? Did I hear wrong?
But the man scrambled backward, fleeing from me with everything he had.
"Tch, tch — he actually went and killed the guy."
"Yeah, I always figured he'd wind up killing someone eventually."
The adventurer spectators whispered among themselves.
I had no idea what was going on.
I had simply done what needed to be done.
The guild receptionist was staring at me with terrified eyes.
"Lord Kirche, y-you are a noble, but this is far too cruel. To kill an Orichalcum Rank — a valuable asset to the guild — I'm calling the guards. Our Adventurer's Guild will not be cowed by the likes of you — evil!!"
The receptionist declared me evil with a trembling voice, yet unmistakably.
Impossible. That can't be.
"I can't follow someone who keeps putting on this justice act anymore. I quit — I'm done being your follower."
My follower renounced me.
How strange.
I am righteous.
Why won't they listen?
...I've got it!
The follower, the receptionist, the adventurers — they're all evil, just like Alan!
That must be it.
Then there's no need to hold back!
"In the name of my justice! 'Justice Stream'! 'Justice Stream'! 'Justice Stream'! ........"
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"We hereby execute Kirche Wallenstein — no, the great criminal Kirche — for the crime of genocide!!"
The largest plaza in the royal capital.
It was usually bustling with traveling merchants and festivities, but today it had been transformed into the site of a public execution.
In broad daylight, at the adventurer's guild,
Kirche had committed
mass genocide.
The royal capital's guard unit had suffered enormous casualties before finally capturing him.
The Wallenstein family immediately issued a formal statement of disownment, playing completely ignorant.
Not a single person came to his defense.
Even Saint Therese — who, in the wake of the Pope's death, had stepped in as his successor and was working desperately to rebuild the Misery Church — declared that "there is no salvation for him beyond death."
And then the thick blade of the guillotine fell upon Kirche.
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"The 'Lord of Hermes'!"
The technique Alan unleashed pierced through the golden armor.
But Kirche was unscathed.
"I was supposed to have been held down on the guillotine and killed for a crime I didn't commit... What is this? Alan is alive. Why!? You — you're the root of all this! Lance Saint Secret Art, 'Justice Stream'!!"
A tornado of justice erupted, sending Alan flying and smashing through the guild's ceiling.
And Alan, who fell back down, died.
The man who — terrified of Kirche, cursing him as a murderer and fleeing — should have been a victim.
The guild receptionist who condemned me with trembling voice.
All of them —
I put down,
and then I was captured, disowned by my family, told by the saint it was too late, and executed...
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"The 'Lord of Hermes'!"
The technique Alan unleashed pierced through the golden armor.
But Kirche was unscathed.
His
body
was.
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Kirche Wallenstein
Skills: [Lance Saint] [Whirlwind Magic] [Fire Magic] [Poison Resistance] [Paralysis Resistance] [Wind Spirit's Blessing] [Brute Strength] [Righteous Noble Prince] [Handsome] [Naive]
Thank you as always for reading!