124 [2-58] Jee-Jee impact. (1/2)

In the chapel overlooked by a stained glass window depicting a saint, a controversial discussion was taking place.

”Shouldn't we escape through the loophole?

But what are we going to do when we escape? What are we going to do if the demon finds us?

Isn't it dangerous to stay here like this?

Do you really think the Marquis's army will be defeated?

That's not what I'm saying!

Mother, ...... is scary. ......

If he wants to run, he can run.

Hey, if you open a loophole, they might try to break in.

So, if anyone wants to escape ......, we just close it again.

Well, if we do that, we won't be able to come back if we're in danger!

Then why don't you just stay here?

”Then why don't we just stay here?” The people of rank and honor spat at each other, fueled by the flames of crisis.

The servants who had taken refuge in the chapel watched them, unable to speak, and were dismayed.

Inside the castle, protected by solid walls and strong soldiers. A holy place where the undead abstain. And a way out in case of emergency.

Those who had taken refuge in the castle's chapel (with the exception of a few) were anxious, but somehow optimistic that they would somehow be saved if they stayed here.

However, we started to hear strange sounds of fighting nearby, and the sound of something collapsing, and everyone became more and more anxious.

Should we run or not?

There were no instructions or guidance.

The knights who had occasionally come to get holy water earlier were no longer in sight.

Catherine watched the argument from a corner of the chapel.

She had the idea that she might be in danger, but she felt as if she had ceased to be herself, and the sense of mortal danger was distant.

Instead, Catherine was preoccupied with ruminating on the strange event that had just occurred.

Could it have been a vision or something?

It couldn't be.

Rene had shown up here. And he was going to do something to Catherine.

Was it Rene's mind that Catherine saw at that moment? It must have been. I don't know how it happened, but Catherine certainly saw René's heart.

She held on to the resentment and sorrow as if it were her own.

She felt as if she were wandering through a nightmare of black flames. Her chest heaved and tightened. All those things, all those feelings.

”Yeah, all right, all right. How about this?

After what seemed like an eternity, the discussion broke down, and Catherine, who had been wandering through a nightmare while awake, became slightly more interested in the events at hand.

As if out of spite, an elderly gentleman was moving about.

He looked like a wealthy merchant or a retired knight. He was dressed in a nightgown and had a magnificent head that made me suspect that he was of boiled egg descent.

”Squires, come here.

At his command, a few of the male servants who were taking refuge went away.

And they came right back. They brought a variety of jars, bottles, and other objects filled with water and began to arrange them on the altar in front of the chapel, following the instructions of the man with the boiled egg head. He even brought out a bottle so big that it was dragging.

--No one stops him. ......?　Is that okay?

I have a pretty good idea what I'm doing, but if Catherine's guess is correct, this is kind of a dangerous gamble.

”Um, what are you doing?

Catherine asked the man who was pointing at her.

”Oh?　Holy water, I'm making holy water. The water you offer at the altar becomes holy water by the grace of God.

The undead will fall if you pour it on them. With the holy water, you will be somewhat safer in your escape.

...... so many at once?

Yeah, that's right. There's never enough of it. The knights might come back for more holy water.

The altar was as crowded as if it were a general store.

When she realized that the man was not thinking at all, Catherine's blood ran cold. Thinking vaguely about Rene, Catherine was suddenly jolted back to reality.

”Don't you dare! Don't you dare!

”What?

Hey, that's rude. What kind of kid are you?

It's none of your business!

The man with the boiled-egg head suddenly turned red with displeasure when Catherine stopped him. The man with the boiled-egg head suddenly turned red with displeasure when Catherine stopped him.

You don't seem to know how to talk to older men!　You have no idea how to talk to older men!

The man said in a shouting voice as if he was going to hit her.

The man shouted so loudly that a small boy who was watching nearby began to cry.

But Catherine was surprisingly unfazed. She had just been thrown into the middle of a truly horrific battle, and just now she had seen something too horrible to recall.

This is not the time to be talking about etiquette!

”I don't care, get out of here!　You couldn't get a proper nanny!　Instead, I will educate the young ones for the future of this country. ......

The Boiled Egg Man (or Octopus Man) was about to say something even more coercive, but his shouting was forcibly interrupted.

His yelling was forcibly interrupted by the noisy sound of the chapel door being kicked open.

The doors were not barred to allow easy access for the soldiers.

A rotten night wind blew in.

In the darkness floated many, many red lights in a row.

It's a good idea to have a holy water bottle in your home. ...... Your sister told me that holy water is made by collecting holy air, so if you make too much at once, it will weaken the holy air around you. ...... I'm sorry.

A pale, dried-up body, red, glowing eyes.

The crowd, clearly undead, was there.

The altar is the focal point of this chapel.

It is the place where the flow of holy air inside the chapel is connected, and even if you just place water there, it will absorb the holy air and become holy water.

However, this means that the holy air inside the chapel will be diminished by the amount of holy air dissolved in the water.

If undead appear here, the repellent effect of the holy qi will not work as expected, and the continuous (slip) damage from the environment will be severely weakened.

The attack came at the worst possible time.

If the holy air were to fade a little, it would not be a problem in normal times, but to let it fade now would be like throwing down one's shield and taking off one's armor.

Unlike the temple in the city, where the prayers of many priests and people are gathered, this is a chapel for the lord of the castle. The amount of holy air gathered is even less.

No, no, no, no!

Why are there demons in this place?

There was a scream, and the area became a beehive of commotion.

The undead poured in at a furious pace, pouncing on those closest to them and pinning them down on the floor.

Aaaaaaah!

Several of the undead pounced on the fallen, devouring their entire bodies, fangs flying everywhere.

The dead victims, screaming in horror, ...... eventually staggered to their feet. Like the rest of the undead, his eyes glowed red and his complexion was pale and dry.

”Vampires......!

A blood-sucking member of the dark and abominable family. A very famous undead monster.

A noblewoman who witnessed the bloodsucking collapsed like she was anemic from the shock and fell prey to a pack of vampires.

As the number of victims continued to increase like a drudgery, everyone rushed towards the altar to get as far away from the entrance of the chapel as possible.

In inverse proportion to the frenzy, Catherine felt her mind becoming calm and collected like the surface of a frozen lake.

”The loophole!　We have to escape through the loophole!

The people gathered around the altar clutched at the statue at the far end as if they were hanging on by a thread.

There is a loophole behind this statue.

Although the group was made up mainly of women, children, and the elderly, all of whom were not very strong, the strong male servants set to work.