Paradigm Parasite

223 "Justice"

"Mercy...?"

The other party is talking to me. The first thing to do is to make sure that the person you are talking to is not a victim.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that the two are not in the same place at the same time.

It seems that she wants me to continue. Then I will continue without reservation.

"You said you would cleanse me of my sins, but are you so great that you can judge others?"

I don't know if it's sinful or not, but you talk as if it's your duty to kill.

Murder is taboo, even in other worlds. Of course, the bar is lower than in Japan.

In this country, there is an organisation called the Order of Knights, which is equivalent to a police force, and of course there are punishments according to the crime.

The Gnosis is not a security organisation, but it has been given some of the powers of the Order by the State, such as permission to defeat infidels and criminals.

However, it seems that if a person commits a murder, regardless of the circumstances, he or she is obliged to report it to the State and the Order.

In short, they kill people because it's part of their job - in plain English, it's a job.

In the end, what she's trying to say is that they don't kill because they have to, but out of a sense of duty. That's what's so troubling about it.

She kills because she wants to. She kills because it's her job. That part is understandable. I kill because I want to kill too.

But I don't understand what you mean when you say you have to kill.

What do you know about a person who kills in the end and says that he doesn't want to do it but he has to do it, or something that makes no sense?

"I am a knight of the sept. I am not the one to judge you, the Sword of Gnosis, the one who acts as your earthly executioner. It is the will of the Lord that judges you."

......... What is this guy? Is he receiving strange radio waves?

Is God's radio wave right about why he kills his enemies?

If I didn't have any previous knowledge I would have thought so and laughed myself silly, but I know something I don't want to know.

"Let me ask you, have you ever heard the voice of that Lord or angel?"

If you've ever talked to a radio wave, that's not good.

That would mean he's the angel's handmaiden.

That means you can't pull his memories out, and it's tricky if he's possessed.

"No. No, it is not. But the Lord is always watching over us."

Okay. So, if you've never heard of her, you're just a radio woman, is that it?

Well, if there are no angels involved, let's get rid of her quickly, drain her memory and then recover her corpse and turn it into a Revenant. They're more useful than Marslan.

Now that we've heard what we want to hear, let's continue.

"You're throwing away your chance for redemption. I'm sorry."

The first time I saw him, I thought it was the end of the conversation, so I lifted the sword I had lowered.

I've bought enough time here too.

--Kill.

When I so remind them, the fallen Trust leaps up and simultaneously launches a slash.

In time with that movement, Marslan, who has recovered from the damage, thrusts his spear into it.

The timing is not bad.

Trust is diagonally behind Cristela, while Marslan is diagonally in front of Cristela at some distance from me.

I think the slash from the back would have completely hit the void, and Marslan would have been able to exploit the blind spot by hiding behind the wreckage of the chair and attacking.

I would have probably taken one of them - but the woman in front of me was no ordinary woman.

Without looking back, she dexterously switched the fluorescent light to her opposite hand to repel a slash from behind, and she evaded a spear from diagonally in front of her by leaning her body.

Cristela grabbed the spear she had dodged with her free hand.

Marslan puts force into the spear to pull it back forcefully, but he hears something burning.

"Nah!? This is..."

The spear in Cristela's grasp seems to be emitting light and burning Marselan's hand.

Marslan is upset and tries to quickly remove his hand, but it doesn't work as if the contact part is melting and won't separate.

I let out an inward sigh and kicked Marslan in the side, turning his left arm Human Centipede against Cristela.

With the impact of the kick, the spear slipped out of Cristela's hand and the entire Marselan was blown away.

The centipedes distributed their attacks so that they struck not in one place but all over the body.

Instantly, Cristela's eyeballs moved separately to the left and right.

...What? What was that?

She avoided the hundred feet under her feet by stepping, and those coming towards her upper body by leaning to avoid them.

Those that still cannot be avoided are cut off by fluorescent lights. This reaction, you can see it perfectly.

Inwardly, I clicked my tongue, and the hundred legs were cut off without resistance.

...If it were an ordinary sword, it would have been so hard that it would have been crushed and broken.

Is it decided? It's a weapon in the same vein as the angel I mentioned.

Lately, there are a lot of people who ignore defences. It's not good if we don't start planning countermeasures.

I don't instantly regenerate a hundred feet.

When I turn my attention to the wound, the cut surface is burning with a thin glow.

If you look closely, it seems to be regenerating, but very slowly. Is it the ability of that fluorescent light? Troublesome.

In addition, that physical ability and skill.

It is judged to be difficult to break through in a straightforward way. Let's go for the leno method.

Kick at Cristela, who comes at you with a slash.

It is guarded, perhaps because the distance is so close, but it doesn't lose.

The contact area feels hot and the flesh burns. It seems that the glowing armour burns when it comes into contact with it.

The real target is here. The hardened ribs pierce through the clothes and attack. The aim is the face.

The woman seems to have a tendency to relentlessly want to get into your pocket, and of course she's going to prepare a hand to catch you if you come near her.

"Huh!?"

Cristela, perhaps unable to read this as quicksilver, shows a small surprised expression, tilts her head and ducks.

My ribs snatch her cheek. I think she thought she had dodged, but she was naive.

The ribs that passed by my face had been reconfigured into a bellows-like structure, which moved freely and entwined itself around Cristela's neck like a living creature.

As soon as he grabbed it to pull it off, he tightened it at once.

"...... or... is..."

Cristela resists, distorting her neat face.

It's no use. It's completely engorged, you can't peel it off.

Then she tries to cut it with a fluorescent light, but I grab her arm and restrain her.

The light burns her body, but it's a trivial matter.

Now, I'd like to say whether I'm going to suffocate first or get my neck twisted off... but you can never be too careful.

I'll make sure I finish you off.

Trust, with his sword at the ready, sneaks up on her noiselessly and slashes at her from behind.

Cristela tries to duck, but is naturally restrained and unable to move.

But as long as her neck is tightened, she won't be able to afford to do so.

The Trust's sword comes close to seize the back of the struggling cathedral knight, but just before contact, its armour emits a violent light.

The light seems to explode, and the moment it seems to spread, the vision is painted all white and the whole body is shocked.

The next thing he knew, he was slammed against the wall.

... what happened?

Full body check.

Most of the body surfaces are carbonised, and eyeballs are useless because of boiling water.

Priority regeneration ...... complete. Vision returns.

Ahead of you is a cristella breathing on your shoulder.

The objects around it were blown clean off and scattered in a radial pattern.

Apparently, the attack earlier was very draining.

The light from the fluorescent lamp hanging from his hand was weak, and the light had completely disappeared from his armour.

The trust was also eaten at close range, so it was lying some distance away in a charred state here and there.

Normally, they would have died instantly, but they are still alive.

Marselan seems to have been blown away in the aftermath and is trying to stand up while wobbling.

The damage to this one is light, probably because of the distance.

But aren't you forgetting something?

Cristela tries to move to finish me off as she catches her breath - and her body bends over and blows up.

I roll across the floor in a dangerous position, head first into a pile of chairs and other debris.

I get up, regenerating my wounds, and look at the guy who blew up Cristela.

It's Savage, headless. He had been playing dead, looking for an opening, and when he was caught off guard by a big move, he took him by surprise with an open hand.

Savage picks up his own head, which has fallen nearby, and presses it to the wound.

He moved his neck to check his condition.

From the looks of it, I think I'm going to be okay.

Now, let's finish him off with a good dying.

"Not yet... not yet."

Cristela wobbles, but manages to get up and holds up a fluorescent lamp whose light is fading.

It's quite a feat to stand up despite being smashed by Savage's tail.

I could see from the way he ate me that there was a lot of damage to his ribs and some of his organs, but I take my hat off to him for his stubbornness.

I rip off my tattered hood and throw it away.

All the props that conceal my identity have burned away, so instead I stop the regeneration of my face halfway through, which is about half charred.

The regeneration-inhibiting effect is also gone, so the rate of recovery of my injuries returns.

In contrast, Cristela is spitting blood and holding her sword.

It's fine that you're so lively, but the rest of you are jammed. Can't you just die quickly?

"We cannot give in to the evil one!"

He slashes at me, but it's too late.

I let out a small breath and activate the magic in my left arm - which is still regenerating.

[Ice Needle I] I make it a little bigger and fire it randomly.

"...is..."

An ice needle as thick as an arm smashes through Cristela's stomach.

The glowing armour is not very effective against bullets, but it penetrates easily.

The cathedral knight collapses, spitting out blood.

I keep a certain distance and observe without getting too close.

If I'm not careful, I don't know what they'll do to me.

The puddle of blood widens, but there is no resignation in his gaze and his will to fight does not seem to have waned.

It is a great thing that his heart is not broken in this situation, but he does not seem to be able to resist - or perhaps we should be on our guard.

Let's kill it just in case. Nah, while the brain is fresh, the memory will leave.

We just need to keep the head.

I'll magically decapitate you and be done with it.

"Even if you kill me, you will not escape your sins! The time of judgement will surely come! I will bring that time from heaven--"

He started to brazenly complain about his defeat, but then he suddenly stiffened.

I had a bad feeling about this, so I aimed a at his neck.

The wind blade hit the neck without missing the target. Blood spurts out loudly, but it's strange.

I fired the blade with the intention of severing it, but for some reason the neck is still connected.

"Thank you, Lord."

...Yes? Why do you get decapitated and talk like you don't care .......

Light returns to the armour and the fluorescent tubes, and the wound closes up.

Hey, hey, hey. This can't be.

I quickly look around, no columns are safe. The aspizals seem to have destroyed everything exactly...

If that's the case, how...?

I looked at Cristela and realised what was going on. The necklace around her neck is separate from her armour and is glowing.

...That necklace can be used as an antenna too!

Wasn't it just an item that glows when you pass the magic power of the entrance bonus?

"I heard the voice of the angel... no, the angel's voice. I am not destined to die yet."

Mysterious language that makes sense in the example, deal?

Oh, shit. I made the first move to prevent this from happening, but in the end, we end up fighting each other.

This time it's going to be tougher than last time, as Aquiel is not here and we can't reduce his power.

"I can see you clearly now. I see your fearlessness."

Hmm? That's an unusual reaction.

Unlike Grigori, is Cristela still conscious?

"Who are you? You're not Cristela, are you?"

When I say this, the angel-like figure in the form of Crystella frowns slightly.

"No. I am Cristela. But I have a part of the angel's power in my body. Great angel, leader and judge of light and embodiment of 'justice'. I am the Lord !"

Cristela tells me the name of the angel or whatever he is, with a euphoric expression on his face, but I still can't hear him.

The change in Christella's tension did not stop, a golden ring of light appeared on her back and the light on her body changed to the same colour.

The light from the fluorescent lamps is likewise dyed gold.

"Now is the time for purification."

He said and held up the fluorescent lamp.

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