Chapter 3 : The Apostate Priest .

"Oh, are you still alive? I don't believe that an experiment that failed like you had such a strong will to survive. But no matter how the result changes, the blood of demons flowing in your veins will never disappear".

I jumped up, my body still stunned, feeling like someone knocked a hammer on the head. Strangely ... what I heard in that dream did not fade away, but it became clearer day by day. Yunko recounts that I snuck out many nights, she was suspicious and followed me behind. And all he saw was me, frantically killing a demented bunch of opium addicts. It seems that it is not my consciousness, and it is not me anymore. It has been more than a week since we set out to search for the whereabouts of Pourrir, the name of the Sinner of God. Information about him is extremely limited, and despite searching at Roswell Church and questioning members of the 5th Cross Branch, all efforts have yielded no results. But thanks to that, I learned quite a useful piece of information, Pourrir is a tutor at Futur School. If he had the intention of erasing all of his whereabouts, then simply targeting his "students", and gathering information about that "trusted practitioner" was not that difficult. Noz approached, sat on the edge of the bed and patted me on the head: "Why you look so tired, don't tell me you're going to give up before us?" . He smiled happily, looking at me with hopeful eyes, as if nothing had ever happened. Yunko whispered in my ear: "Are you all right, Louis? What happened that night was terrible, but I'll try to find a way to control that. Don't worry, Captain! " . Funny, now I'm the one being taken care of by some of the apprentices. Perhaps they are more mature than I thought.

"Well, now we will go to Futur school to find out more information. Get your luggage ready! " .

Futur School was founded by pagans, and the students who attended there did not worship any one sect. Because of that, all of their actions were quite neutral, hard to grasp... I stopped walking, in front of me was the gate leading into the campus; and while the view was not as large or solemn as it was at the Cathedral, what was showing right there was unbelievable. If only in terms of low level of knowledge, but like the person who denied God's salvation "obtained", the architecture of this school really amazed me. Questions constantly arise in my thoughts, perhaps enough to feel eager to meet the talented Architect. Suddenly that voice, which haunted me in my dreams, echoed in my mind: "Familiar, right, Louis? The first time we came here, I still remember that face of your, it doesn't look like you normally do. But now ..." . For a moment, I lost my restraint, hurriedly wrapped my arms around my left waist, grabbing the grip of the holy sword. Before things go too far, suddenly a strange girl walks up to me from behind, gently resting her palm on my hand, slowly pushing the hilt back. She ran forward, tilted her body slightly and said softly: "Sorry, but you cannot use weapons or anything to cause injury in or around the school grounds." I asked in surprise again: "Who are you ... really?"

"I'm Mammon, a student at Futur School!" .

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Chapter 3 : Vị Linh mục bội giáo ✞

"Oh , vẫn còn sống cơ à ? Ta không tin thứ thí nghiệm thất bại như ngươi lại có ý chí sống còn mãnh liệt tới vậy . Nhưng dù kết quả có thay đổi thế nào , dòng máu quỷ dữ đang chảy trong huyết quản ngươi sẽ không bao giờ biến mất" .

Tôi giật mình bật dậy , cơ thể vẫn còn vô cùng choáng váng , cảm giác như có ai đó gõ cả cây búa vào đầu . Thật kì lạ ... những gì tôi nghe được trong giấc mơ đó không hề phai mờ đi , mà nó ngày càng trở nên rõ ràng hơn . Yunko kể lại rằng tôi đã lẻn ra ngoài nhiều đêm , con bé vì nghi ngờ nên đã đi sau theo dõi tôi . Và tất cả những gì nó thấy chỉ là tôi , điên cuồng chém giết một lũ nghiện Á phiện như mất trí . Tưởng chừng đó không phải là nhận thức của tôi , và cũng không còn là tôi nữa . Đã hơn 1 tuần kể từ ngày chúng tôi lên đường tìm kiếm tung tích Pourrir , tên Tội đồ của Thiên Chúa . Những thông tin về hắn là vô cùng ít ỏi , mặc dù đã tìm kiếm tại Nhà thờ Roswell cũng như tra hỏi các thành viên Chi nhánh Thập tự thứ 5 , tất cả nỗ lực đều không mang lại kết quả nào khả quan . Nhưng cũng nhờ có vậy , tôi mới biết thêm một thông tin khá hữu ích , Pourrir là một thầy giáo dạy thêm tại Trường ngoại giáo Futur . Nếu hắn ta đã có ý định xoá mọi tung tích của mình , vậy thì chỉ cần nhắm vào những "học viên" của hắn , và việc thu thập thông tin về "học viên thân tín" đó không đến nỗi khó khăn lắm .

Noz lại gần , ngồi xuống cạnh giường rồi vỗ mạnh vào đầu tôi : "Sao trông đờ đẫn thế , đừng bảo anh định bỏ cuộc trước bọn em ấy nhé ?" . Cậu ta cười rất vui vẻ , nhìn tôi với ánh mắt đấy hy vọng , như thể chưa từng có khó khăn nào xảy ra . Yunko thì thầm vào tai tôi : "Anh đã ổn chưa vậy , Louis ? Chuyện xảy ra tối hôm ấy thật kinh khủng , nhưng em sẽ cố thử tìm cách để kiềm chế thứ đó . Đừng lo , Đội trưởng !" . Thật buồn cười , giờ tôi lại là người được mấy đứa tập sự chăm sóc . Có lẽ chúng trưởng thành hơn tôi nghĩ .

"Rồi , giờ chúng ta sẽ tới trường ngoại giáo Futur để tìm kiếm thêm thông tin . Chuẩn bị hành lý nhạnh lên !" .

Trường Futur được lập ra bởi những kẻ ngoại giáo , và học sinh theo học ở đây không tôn sùng bất cứ một giáo phái nào . Cũng vì vậy mà tất cả hành động của họ đều khá trung lập , rất khó để nắm bắt ... Tôi dừng bước , trước mắt là cánh cổng dẫn vào khuôn viên trường ; và dù quang cảnh không được rộng lớn hay trang trọng như tại Thánh đường , nhưng những gì đang hiển hiện ngay đó lại thật khó tin . Nếu chỉ xét về trình độ hiểu biết thấp kém mà giống người đã từ chối sự cứu rỗi của Chúa "đạt được" , kiến trúc của ngôi trường này thực sự khiến tôi kinh ngạc . Những thắc mắc liên tục nảy lên trong suy nghĩ của tôi , có lẽ cũng đủ để cảm thấy nóng lòng muốn được gặp vị Kiến trúc sư tài năng .

Đột nhiên giọng nói đó - thứ đã ám ảnh tôi trong những giấc mơ , lại vang vọng trong tâm thức tôi : "Quen thuộc đúng chứ , Louis ? Lần đầu chúng ta tới đây , em vẫn còn nhớ như in khuôn mặt ấy , trông không giống anh thường ngày chút nào . Vậy mà ..." . Trong một khoảng khắc , tôi đã không còn kiềm chế được bản thân , vội vã vòng tay qua eo trái , nắm lấy chuôi thanh Thánh kiếm . Trước khi mọi chuyện đi quá xa , đột nhiên một cô gái lạ bước gần tôi từ sau lưng , đặt nhẹ lòng bàn tay lên tay tôi , từ từ đẩy ngược chuôi kiếm lại . Cô ta chạy lên trước , hơi nghiêng mình rồi nói khẽ : "Xin thứ lỗi , nhưng Người không thể dùng vũ khí hay bất cứ vật gây thương tích nào trong cũng như quanh khuôn viên nhà trường" . Tôi ngỡ ngàng hỏi lại : "Cô là ... ai ?"

"Em là Mammon , học viên của trường ngoại giáo Futur ạ !" .

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