The Guru's Frustration
“Why do you refuse the oracle?”
Dahachie was frustrated.
He had been frustrated ever since receiving the oracle.
Behind the mask of a smile that he had to wear as a guru, he had been holding back.
Along the way, he killed many people to relieve his frustration, and after stepping into the deserted sacred mountain Zahanu, he accidentally killed one of the cult members who accompanied him.
And yet.
“You have been chosen, have you not?"
This man standing in front of him, this assassin once feared and called the "Grim Reaper of Ashgol", does not shake his head.
Although he has been entrusted with the role of a guide by the Noble God, he refuses to accept it.
He refuses to lead.
Something Dahachie can't be even if he wants to.
“I say it again. You will come with us, the Purple Rings, and welcome the Priestess of Slaughter and offer all the lives of this world to our Noble God!”
“I refuse.”
A simple answer was repeated.
This man has said only these few words since he met with Dahachie.
(I don't like ....... I don't like it at all......! I don't like anything!!!!)
Dahachie lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth while deftly clenching his teeth.
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Arogoros, the Venerable God of Death.
It was 30 years ago that Dahachie first received the oracle from this god.
At the time, he had already made a name for himself as a first-rate assassin, but he was exhausted.
Killing and being killed, he was a backstabbing businessman whose life would be his own tomorrow.
He was convinced that he had no proper sensibilities, but he was still just a human being, and his spirit had reached its limits after being exposed to the ravages of daily life.
It was at that time that he received the oracle of the god of death.
『My name is Alogoros, God of Death. Kill the alchemist of Sorenaq, Enareda.』
...... Although he called himself a god, what the being instructed him to do with the oracle was, to put it bluntly, just an assassination order.
But Dahachie suddenly heard those words echoing in his head and was roused!
(A godly and disastrous presence! Is this what you call godliness! God is ...... God is real!)
He jumped out of his nightclothes, ran out of the inn and rushed to the neighboring town of Solenak that night, killing and beheading the alchemist Enareda, who had taken up residence there.
『Well done!』
The words of God that echoed in his head the moment he killed Enareda were very straightforward.
However, those few words was more valuable to Dahachie than any jewel he had ever received as a reward.
(God has....... God has accepted me!)
Having spent a rough childhood in the slums, he had been steeped in the underworld lifestyle and had always been a social outcast.
Such a man was recognized by the gods, by a great being, by a being far above human beings, by the precious god, the god of death, Arogoros, as a being worthy to bestow an oracle upon him!
(I became an apostle of Master Arogoros!!!)
From that day on, Dahachie changed!
He went from killing people with a sullen gloom, spreading envy and hatred for everything in the world, to killing people with an open heart, a smile on his face, and an air of dignity!
And while fulfilling the occasional assassination orders in the name of oracles, he has continued to organize and vigorously carry out his activities as a member of "Purple Ring", a cult dedicated to the praise of Aroboros and the offering of souls to this god!
He believed that he was the first follower of the god of death, Arogoros, and that he contributed more to Alogoros the God of Death than anyone else on earth.
......Then months passed, and the oracle of killing the priestess came down.
The oracle of the god of death was always straightforward: "Kill them all" or "Don't expand your organization too much," but this oracle was different.
『My priestess, the priestess of carnage, has descended. The white-haired girl, the youngest daughter of Tovelle.』
The oracle fell as abruptly as usual, and Dahachie froze in surprise.
Too much, too much information.
This oracle must be something special.
We do not know what kind of existence the Priestess of Slaughter is to the God of Death, Arogoros, but the oracle even refers to her as "My Priestess" .
It is not something that can be overlooked.
And the words, "The white-haired daughter, the youngest daughter of Tovelle".
As the founder of the "Purple Ring" and still a first-rate assassin, Dahachie naturally knew the faces and names of the nobles of the neighboring countries and the factions they belonged to. I immediately guessed that she was the 6-year-old Shura Torver, the third daughter of the Earl of Demes country Torver.
(This means I must go pick up Lady Shura at once, I suppose.)
As a matter of fact, Dahachie thought so, as did the reaction of the other cult members regarding this oracle.
Perhaps the Priestess of Slaughter is a special existence for the god of death, Alogoros.
And since she is a Priestess of Slaughter, she probably kills a lot in order to offer her soul to Arogoros, the God of Death, just like himself, the apostle.
However, he have never heard any rumors that Shura Tovelle is a child blessed with a gift for combat.
Although she is recognized as a Priestess of Carnage and a Goddess of Death, her power has not yet bloomed, and she is no different from a mere infant.
That is why she needs someone to protect her, to teach her, and to guide her.
She needs someone to teach her how to kill, how fun it is, and how wonderful it is to devote one's soul to it, and to raise her to be a great Priestess of Slaughter.
(And who better than the first follower of the God of Death, Arogoros-sama, and the founder of the "Purple Ring," this Dahachie!)
Dahachie thought.
Up until now, I have thankfully received oracles and killed many people, but in retrospect, it is fair to say that I have been a lackey for the god of death, Alogoros.
No, there is nothing wrong with that.
However, teaching and guiding the priestesses whom the God cherishes, is a mission so important that it is distinctly different from the previous divine orders.
(In recognition of my past work, God has given me an important divine mandate…..This is an elevation of my apostolic rank, it may be acceptable for thinking as such!)
Dahcie thought, blushing with excitement.
However, whether he knew it or not, the oracle that fell on his head completely blew away his excitement.
『You are not the guide of the Priestess. The Death God of Ashgol, who lives in the hinterlands of Zahanu, is the guide. Ye shall introduce the Priestess and him. That is the divine command that has been imposed on you.』
...... I am not a guide.
I have been given the divine command to bring the priestess and the guide together. After all, I am a servant.
Dahachie was disheartened.
But an oracle is an oracle, and a divine command is a divine command.
In the first place, the fact that someone like myself is dissatisfied with God's will is itself awe-inspiring.
Dahachie pushed down his heart, hid his emotions with a smile, and set off for Zahanu to fulfill the divine command.
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But!
But, but, but, but!
The man in front of me despises the oracle of the precious God!
To be commissioned as a guiding hand is the greatest honor, but he doesn't understand it!
Dahachie was frustrated.
Ever since receiving the oracle, he had been irritated. And now, that irritation has reached its peak.
[Intimidation] increases the killing intent, and correspondingly, [Intimidation] released by "Ashgo's Reaper" also becomes stronger.
The two men stood there, unarmed, as if having a casual conversation...... If you were to throw a rat between them, it would be hit with a powerful killing force and die of shock.
Before long, the noises of insects and birds that had been chirping noisily around them had completely disappeared, and the only sounds were the occasional strong gust of wind and the rustling of leaves.
“...Guru-sama”
In such a tranquil space, the voice of the man who stepped forward from the shade of the trees echoed well.
“What's wrong, Priest Ogado?”
He was the last member of the Purple Ring, a cult member who followed the guru Dahachie.
“I caught a suspicious little girl. What do I do with her?”
The girl Ogado is holding with a knife to the nape of her neck is a young girl who seems out of place in the mountains like this.
White skin with black hair and black eyes.
She wears a black jacket that seems to be made by stitching together wolf skins.
“............”
Looking at the situation, the face of "Ashgo's Reaper", who had not moved even a single twitch, distorted for a moment.
The name of the girl being detained is Emmy.
She was a beloved disciple of "Ashgo's Grim Reaper".
The Guru's Frustration
“Why do you refuse the oracle?”
Dahachie was frustrated.
He had been frustrated ever since receiving the oracle.
Behind the mask of a smile that he had to wear as a guru, he had been holding back.
Along the way, he killed many people to relieve his frustration, and after stepping into the deserted sacred mountain Zahanu, he accidentally killed one of the cult members who accompanied him.
And yet.
“You have been chosen, have you not?"
This man standing in front of him, this assassin once feared and called the "Grim Reaper of Ashgol", does not shake his head.
Although he has been entrusted with the role of a guide by the Noble God, he refuses to accept it.
He refuses to lead.
Something Dahachie can't be even if he wants to.
“I say it again. You will come with us, the Purple Rings, and welcome the Priestess of Slaughter and offer all the lives of this world to our Noble God!”
“I refuse.”
A simple answer was repeated.
This man has said only these few words since he met with Dahachie.
(I don't like ....... I don't like it at all......! I don't like anything!!!!)
Dahachie lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth while deftly clenching his teeth.
◇ ◇ ◇
Arogoros, the Venerable God of Death.
It was 30 years ago that Dahachie first received the oracle from this god.
At the time, he had already made a name for himself as a first-rate assassin, but he was exhausted.
Killing and being killed, he was a backstabbing businessman whose life would be his own tomorrow.
He was convinced that he had no proper sensibilities, but he was still just a human being, and his spirit had reached its limits after being exposed to the ravages of daily life.
It was at that time that he received the oracle of the god of death.
『My name is Alogoros, God of Death. Kill the alchemist of Sorenaq, Enareda.』
...... Although he called himself a god, what the being instructed him to do with the oracle was, to put it bluntly, just an assassination order.
But Dahachie suddenly heard those words echoing in his head and was roused!
(A godly and disastrous presence! Is this what you call godliness! God is ...... God is real!)
He jumped out of his nightclothes, ran out of the inn and rushed to the neighboring town of Solenak that night, killing and beheading the alchemist Enareda, who had taken up residence there.
『Well done!』
The words of God that echoed in his head the moment he killed Enareda were very straightforward.
However, those few words was more valuable to Dahachie than any jewel he had ever received as a reward.
(God has....... God has accepted me!)
Having spent a rough childhood in the slums, he had been steeped in the underworld lifestyle and had always been a social outcast.
Such a man was recognized by the gods, by a great being, by a being far above human beings, by the precious god, the god of death, Arogoros, as a being worthy to bestow an oracle upon him!
(I became an apostle of Master Arogoros!!!)
From that day on, Dahachie changed!
He went from killing people with a sullen gloom, spreading envy and hatred for everything in the world, to killing people with an open heart, a smile on his face, and an air of dignity!
And while fulfilling the occasional assassination orders in the name of oracles, he has continued to organize and vigorously carry out his activities as a member of "Purple Ring", a cult dedicated to the praise of Aroboros and the offering of souls to this god!
He believed that he was the first follower of the god of death, Arogoros, and that he contributed more to Alogoros the God of Death than anyone else on earth.
......Then months passed, and the oracle of killing the priestess came down.
The oracle of the god of death was always straightforward: "Kill them all" or "Don't expand your organization too much," but this oracle was different.
『My priestess, the priestess of carnage, has descended. The white-haired girl, the youngest daughter of Tovelle.』
The oracle fell as abruptly as usual, and Dahachie froze in surprise.
Too much, too much information.
This oracle must be something special.
We do not know what kind of existence the Priestess of Slaughter is to the God of Death, Arogoros, but the oracle even refers to her as "My Priestess" .
It is not something that can be overlooked.
And the words, "The white-haired daughter, the youngest daughter of Tovelle".
As the founder of the "Purple Ring" and still a first-rate assassin, Dahachie naturally knew the faces and names of the nobles of the neighboring countries and the factions they belonged to. I immediately guessed that she was the 6-year-old Shura Torver, the third daughter of the Earl of Demes country Torver.
(This means I must go pick up Lady Shura at once, I suppose.)
As a matter of fact, Dahachie thought so, as did the reaction of the other cult members regarding this oracle.
Perhaps the Priestess of Slaughter is a special existence for the god of death, Alogoros.
And since she is a Priestess of Slaughter, she probably kills a lot in order to offer her soul to Arogoros, the God of Death, just like himself, the apostle.
However, he have never heard any rumors that Shura Tovelle is a child blessed with a gift for combat.
Although she is recognized as a Priestess of Carnage and a Goddess of Death, her power has not yet bloomed, and she is no different from a mere infant.
That is why she needs someone to protect her, to teach her, and to guide her.
She needs someone to teach her how to kill, how fun it is, and how wonderful it is to devote one's soul to it, and to raise her to be a great Priestess of Slaughter.
(And who better than the first follower of the God of Death, Arogoros-sama, and the founder of the "Purple Ring," this Dahachie!)
Dahachie thought.
Up until now, I have thankfully received oracles and killed many people, but in retrospect, it is fair to say that I have been a lackey for the god of death, Alogoros.
No, there is nothing wrong with that.
However, teaching and guiding the priestesses whom the God cherishes, is a mission so important that it is distinctly different from the previous divine orders.
(In recognition of my past work, God has given me an important divine mandate…..This is an elevation of my apostolic rank, it may be acceptable for thinking as such!)
Dahcie thought, blushing with excitement.
However, whether he knew it or not, the oracle that fell on his head completely blew away his excitement.
『You are not the guide of the Priestess. The Death God of Ashgol, who lives in the hinterlands of Zahanu, is the guide. Ye shall introduce the Priestess and him. That is the divine command that has been imposed on you.』
...... I am not a guide.
I have been given the divine command to bring the priestess and the guide together. After all, I am a servant.
Dahachie was disheartened.
But an oracle is an oracle, and a divine command is a divine command.
In the first place, the fact that someone like myself is dissatisfied with God's will is itself awe-inspiring.
Dahachie pushed down his heart, hid his emotions with a smile, and set off for Zahanu to fulfill the divine command.
◇ ◇ ◇
But!
But, but, but, but!
The man in front of me despises the oracle of the precious God!
To be commissioned as a guiding hand is the greatest honor, but he doesn't understand it!
Dahachie was frustrated.
Ever since receiving the oracle, he had been irritated. And now, that irritation has reached its peak.
[Intimidation] increases the killing intent, and correspondingly, [Intimidation] released by "Ashgo's Reaper" also becomes stronger.
The two men stood there, unarmed, as if having a casual conversation...... If you were to throw a rat between them, it would be hit with a powerful killing force and die of shock.
Before long, the noises of insects and birds that had been chirping noisily around them had completely disappeared, and the only sounds were the occasional strong gust of wind and the rustling of leaves.
“...Guru-sama”
In such a tranquil space, the voice of the man who stepped forward from the shade of the trees echoed well.
“What's wrong, Priest Ogado?”
He was the last member of the Purple Ring, a cult member who followed the guru Dahachie.
“I caught a suspicious little girl. What do I do with her?”
The girl Ogado is holding with a knife to the nape of her neck is a young girl who seems out of place in the mountains like this.
White skin with black hair and black eyes.
She wears a black jacket that seems to be made by stitching together wolf skins.
“............”
Looking at the situation, the face of "Ashgo's Reaper", who had not moved even a single twitch, distorted for a moment.
The name of the girl being detained is Emmy.
She was a beloved disciple of "Ashgo's Grim Reaper".
