Arknightcraft Modpack - Chapter 16: The Big One Is Coming

Steven was very curious, whether it was the monsters called Seaborns crawling out of the ocean or the followers of the so-called Deep Sea Church, which actually had nothing to do with him, they all seemed very interested in Gladiia.

Sure, this girl is good-looking, but Steven doesn’t think the reason is that simple.

He looks pretty handsome too. Why aren’t any monsters attacking him?

There must be some hidden information in all this, probably related to Gladiia’s title of Abyssal Hunter.

“Haha, do you think I’ll tell you? Don’t think everything is fine just because you defeated me. The Deep Sea Church won’t let you go, you despicable Agor monster. Get ready for endless retaliation from my compatriots.”

Giving Steven a fierce look, the elderly village chief dropped a classic harsh remark.

“Well, if I kill him, would you mind? Not answering questions properly is one thing, but he even personally attacked me. Such people simply don’t deserve to live, right?”

Steven smirked, wiped the purple-black long sword in his hand, and asked the lantern girl beside him.

“Of course not! He’s now a prisoner of the Inquisition, and you too. Put away your weapon!”

With a wary look, she walked to Steven’s side, glanced down at the old man who had lost the ability to resist, and then the girl with hair resembling a cute sparrow, with a few feathers mixed in, rolled her eyes at Steven.

His combat power could be seen from the sword earlier, definitely not an easy opponent, and even the girl herself wasn’t confident about taking on Steven’s astounding sword.

Yet, this guy could accept the Inquisition’s investigation calmly and even ask for the opinion of this Inquisitor about the one who attacked him.

One might think he’s a law-abiding citizen who came out of somewhere.

But out of the Inquisitor’s instinct, the girl couldn’t relax her vigilance towards Steven. The more unpredictable his behavior, the more dangerous he might be.

Fortunately, Steven cooperated well. After hearing the girl’s request, he obediently put away the Netherite long sword in his hand, walked to Gladiia’s side, and patted her head to comfort the startled amnesiac girl.

If they didn’t let him, they didn’t let him. Anyway, he had guessed most of what he wanted to know.

Steven was willing to abide by local rules, and his first impression of this little Inquisitor was not bad, so he had no reason to argue with her.

It’s just asking him to put away his weapon, not putting a silver bracelet on him.

Seeing Steven cooperate so honestly, the girl squatted down and carefully checked the injuries of the fallen old man.

Steven’s sword skills were superb, and coupled with the fact that this old man seemed to have undergone some kind of mutation in his body, even though both his hands and feet were severed, there were no signs of death due to excessive blood loss.

On the contrary, as soon as the girl approached him, the old man’s eyes became vicious, as if he wanted to devour her flesh and blood.

“I don’t know why you hold such great malice towards the Inquisition, but that doesn’t mean you can do something against the laws of Iberia. Colluding with the Deep Sea Church is an undeniable crime.”

Not shaken by the old man’s hateful gaze, the girl spoke about the sins of the other party as if she had long been accustomed to such looks.

“So, you and this village will both undergo the Inquisition’s investigation.”

“Hahaha, you hypocrites. If you want to punish us, just say it. There is no need to speak so high and mighty, saying that all of this is for Iberia.”

The old man snorted, his eyes full of mockery.

“Do you think you’ve won? You’ll perish along with this village. They’re coming soon!”

Perhaps due to hallucinations from excessive bleeding, or sensing something, the old man’s eyes suddenly became somewhat crazy, and he started muttering words that couldn’t be understood.

The girl, frowning, looked at the old man who was no longer making sense and then shifted her gaze to Steven, who was watching the scene with interest.

“Hey, the Agorian over there, do you know what he’s talking about?”

“Firstly, don’t call me ‘hey,’ call me Steven— Secondly, I’m not an Agorian. Finally, I don’t know this guy, so why ask me?”

Pointing out three mistakes in the girl’s short sentence, Steven shrugged, wearing an expression that said, “Who knows?”

“But one thing I figured out from what he said is that something big is coming?”

Rubbing his chin, he presented his view. At least in movies and manga that Steven had seen, when the antagonists uttered such words, it usually heralded the appearance of the next big boss.

“Big?”

“How should I know what ‘big’ means? Maybe it’s people from the Deep Sea Church? Or maybe something else strange.”

Looking at the girl with a head full of question marks, Steven noticed that although she appeared serious, sometimes she would show a cute side typical of her age, especially in moments like now when she was unintentionally tilting her head, waiting for an explanation.

“He’s right; something is indeed coming.”

A middle-aged man’s voice interrupted their conversation from behind the girl. This man, wearing a uniform similar to the girl’s, walked out from behind her. However, unlike the girl, who revealed her delicate face, the man not only wore a deep green hunter’s hat but also had a strange mask on his face, making it impossible to see his features.

But his appearance immediately brought joy to the Inquisitor girl, as if she had found her backbone, and she shouted towards him.

“Commander, are you okay?”

“Nothing much, dealing with those Deep Sea Church followers hiding among the villagers isn’t enough to trouble me. However, the ocean is restless. I’ve detected traces of Sea Terror near the village entrance.”

Nodding towards the girl, the man she called the commander looked down at the old man who had lost combat capability and then turned his gaze to Steven.

Their eyes met briefly, but he felt a sense of oppression emanating from Steven. This feeling didn’t come from the five senses but more from intuition.

He had seen many ruthless murderers, but someone like Steven, whose whole being exuded a smell of blood, as if surrounded by the killing intent of having slaughtered an entire world, didn’t seem like someone who could exist in this world.