The Game Difficulty
Has Gone Crazy
Glen’s room, left behind after Judit rushed out.
Bentillus, Judit’s vice bishop, pressed a hand to his forehead.
‘Tsk. He’s rushing toward his own death.’
Although they had stationed one heretic inquisitor as a guard, he had never expected Glen to actually try to escape.
‘Does he really think he can run away from Bishop Judit?’
Normally, heretic inquisitors dispatched from Istirenne moved in teams of five.
And the high inquisitor leading them was usually a holy knight of at least 7-star rank.
Since the target of arrest and interrogation was a noble, there were cases where they had to endure the anger of that family’s head.
‘And on top of that, the head of the family isn’t even here right now.’
In other words, there was no one in this vast territory who could stop Judit Rossfelt.
No matter how much of a genius he was, how long could a 3-star knight run from a 7-star holy knight?
‘Glen Wordsworth. Out of all the choices before you, you chose the shortest path to death… That aside.’
Bentillus adjusted his crooked monocle and turned his gaze toward Tris.
“Sister. It would be best if you did nothing reckless.”
“…….”
Her pale hand moved toward her waist.
Ash-gray eyes sharpened with cold resolve, and the air around her grew heavy.
She looked ready to kick off the ground and chase after Judit at any moment.
“Please, at least let him stand trial.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s already too late.”
“It’s not too late!”
“The moment your brother fled, Bishop Judit likely judged him to be a criminal. You’re not thinking of helping a criminal, are you?”
“There must be circumstances we don’t know. Glen would never act like that without a reason.”
“That is for Bishop Judit to decide.”
“Then… I suppose I must chase after him.”
Bentillus let out a deep sigh.
“I heard you are a genius who has already woven your fifth ring at such a young age. Regrettably, you should give up on your brother and concern yourself with your own brilliant future—”
Boom—!
Tris kicked off the ground.
For an instant, a violent gust swept through the room.
But only for that instant.
Clang—!
“…!”
“…How about that?”
At the doorway leading to the corridor, Tris was blocked by Bentillus’s sword.
Tris bit her lip.
“Please don’t do this, sister. I will pretend I didn’t see what just happened, so please value your own life—”
“Move.”
Behind the gleaming monocle, Bentillus’s eyes turned ice-cold.
“It’s truly unfortunate for Lord Wordsworth. To lose two outstanding children in a single day.”
At the same time, inside the Wordsworth estate.
Glen was running through the long corridor that cut straight through the massive building from east to west.
Only minutes ago, he had subdued the inquisitor guarding him and stolen his sword.
To anyone watching, it looked exactly like a guilty man admitting his suspicion and fleeing.
But this was the only way to live.
‘Like hell I’d sit still and wait for that psycho bastard’s trial.’
Even if he waited calmly and entered the on-site trial, defending himself would mean nothing to Judit.
What Judit wanted was Glen’s confession, not his innocence.
That was why Glen had no choice but to run with all his strength toward the opposite end of the estate, to avoid the bad ending of being burned at the stake.
Running away after admitting guilt was a completely different thing.
Glen was simply luring Judit to where he was, in order to be alone with him.
‘So I can persuade him.’
Judit Rossfelt.
A fanatic who did not follow common sense.
In truth, persuading him was not that difficult.
Normal logic did not work on him, but he still had a clear guideline for his actions.
‘Judit’s guideline is God.’
Judit believed that he was God’s judge, and that every thought and action he took was destiny decided by God.
In simple terms, regardless of the facts, he believed what he wanted to believe.
‘But what would a God-crazed fanatic do if he witnessed a miracle performed by God right before his eyes?’
For a brief moment, a cunning smile passed across Glen’s lips.
In other words, Glen planned to use every means he had to stage a literal ‘miracle created by God.’
‘To make Judit believe that “God is with Glen Wordsworth.”’
And beyond that, to make him blindly believe in Glen’s innocence.
Of course, it might seem pointless to expect blind faith after knocking out a guard and fleeing.
But in this world, the high inquisitor on-site was both judge and law.
If Judit, the one presiding over the trial, believed in him, then even his actions now would be taken into consideration.
‘Judit would definitely do that.’
Just as there were cases where people were falsely convicted by a high inquisitor, the opposite could also happen.
‘That’s what will happen to me.’
A light of certainty shone in Glen’s eyes.
At the same time, his hand tightly gripped the artifact hanging around his neck—Ensir.
After running at full speed for dozens of seconds without even time to catch his breath, Glen slowly reduced his speed when the end of the corridor came into view.
“Hoo…!”
While steadying his ragged breathing, he slowly turned around.
Soon, Judit, who was chasing him, would appear at the far end of his vision.
Glen firmly adjusted his grip on the sword.
At the same time, he rotated three Rings of Holiness, strengthening his body.
Wooooong—
Holy power circulated through his entire body, and his body soon felt as light as a feather.
“Come on, then. You fanatic bastard….”
Glen’s voice sank low.
But the corridor remained silent.
The Judit he was waiting for did not appear.
Glen did not relax his vigilance for even a moment.
If it was the Judit he knew, he would definitely give chase.
And then—
“…!”
Not straight ahead, but to the right.
Glen sensed a chilling killing intent.
He hastily turned and swung his sword upward.
Clang—!
At the same time, a window shattered as Judit burst through, pushing away glass shards.
Kaaang—
The upward swing collided with descending madness, creating a violent explosion of sound.
With just a single exchange, Glen’s stance was heavily shaken.
And that was without Judit even fighting seriously.
“From the moment you asked what would happen if you ran, I had a bad feeling. Looks like you were really curious, Brother!”
“Ghk!”
A groan forced its way past Glen’s lips.
He grit his teeth and knocked Judit’s sword aside.
Bang—!
Judit stepped back lightly.
Shattered glass fragments fell from beneath him.
“Then, as a servant of God, it would be proper for me to tell you, wouldn’t it?”
Glen’s expression said, So it’s finally come.
Judit’s lips twitched.
His eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement and madness.
‘Crazy bastard.’
He had known it ever since the original story, when Judit laughed madly while drenched in blood and slaughtered the demon race.
He was a killer.
He had probably been hoping the entire investigation that Glen would run away before the trial began.
That way, he could label him a heretic and pass judgment even one second sooner.
‘It’s obvious.’
“Haa… To think a child of the prestigious Wordsworth family would make such a choice. Truly unexpected. Heh heh heh.”
How he managed to endure torture when he enjoyed this so much was beyond comprehension.
A man who tortured nobles and commoners alike.
‘Still, a 7-star holy knight is really on another level….’
Glen lowered his gaze.
A thin wound had already opened on his shoulder, blood slowly flowing.
The hand holding his sword was trembling.
