Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 39: Saint (1)

The moment the fountain pen moved on its own, it felt like my mind had lifted up, as if experiencing an out-of-body experience.

It was as if I were watching a third party write, not myself, in the dark theater with the lights off, watching a movie.

When I regained my senses, blue mana was written on the counter in letters.

[Ashley Cooper is a surgeon, but first and foremost, he is an anatomist.]

[Cadavers, monsters, the Royal Society. This may even be linked to the royal family...]

Whenever Conan was deducing something, he would always mutter to himself.

The fountain pen’s deductions resembled Conan’s manner of speaking.

If Conan knew Korean, I would almost believe this was how he would write, as the handwriting was exactly the same.

“Do relics resemble their owners?”

After all, this fountain pen was the one Conan used while writing Sherlock Holmes.

Considering Conan’s lifestyle, where he spent half a day writing, this fountain pen was almost like an extension of him.

It could be said that he could not bear not having this extension, and that Conan wanted to put my story into Sherlock Holmes.

Anyway, the deduction written by the fountain pen regarding why Ashley Cooper killed the prostitute was not just a clue, but close to the answer.

This was also Conan’s deduction.

However, since it was only a hypothesis based on fitting puzzle pieces, the deduction ended with a question mark.

I opened my phone and searched ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) for the name “Ashley Cooper” on a website.

[Ashley Cooper, M.D. (1840–1888)]

He was an anatomist who made significant contributions to the development of biology, vascular surgery, and anatomy. He also laid the foundation for modern cryptozoology.

As the missing puzzle pieces filled in, the picture became clear.

“The reason for extracting organs was probably for experiments.”

Prostitutes, left alone, would eventually become monsters and die.

For a surgeon like Ashley Cooper, there could have been no better test subjects.

Just like the fountain pen’s deduction, it could have been something carried out under the direction of the British royal family.

Ashley Cooper was a cruel murderer, but ironically, he was recorded as a great figure who greatly advanced modern medicine.

As time passed, the deduction written by the fountain pen seemed to evaporate, fading away.

I continued to test Conan’s fountain pen afterward.

I was curious just how far this fountain pen could deduce.

From famous detective novels like "And Then There Were None" and "The Tragedy of Y," to a collection of locked room tricks.

Ssssh—

Conan’s fountain pen wrote down deductions as if it were the key to the truth, unfaltering.

I lost track of time as I used Conan’s fountain pen.

Then, at some point, I felt a burning sensation in my head, and the smell of burning came from my nose.

“I should stop.”

I put the fountain pen down. The mana was draining so fast that I felt dizzy.

The fountain pen’s power was so overwhelming, it almost felt as if Conan were right next to me.

However, Conan’s fountain pen was not omnipotent.

The harder the deduction, the fewer the clues, the more mana the fountain pen demanded.

If the clues were lacking, it would scribble halfway through, trying new deductions or even stop entirely.

As a result, the time spent on deducing also increased, and the mana drained away like water.

Moreover, what Conan’s fountain pen revealed was only a “clue.”

It was just a deduction, not an answer, so blind faith in it was dangerous.

Even that would be impossible without clues.

“Still, it’s a relief it doesn’t take up a slot.”

Conan’s fountain pen was a rare item that could be stored anywhere, whether in the relic catalog or the general catalog.

Originally, the relic catalog had reached its slot limit, so it couldn’t be stored there.

—The relic catalog slot has exceeded the limit.

—Conan’s fountain pen has moved to the general catalog.

The warning message appeared, and it automatically moved to the general catalog.

Since it was a relic obtained from a side quest and not the main quest, I guessed this was possible.

It wasn’t Conan who called me to London, but Vanesha.

Although it was a legendary relic, it was a non-combat item, the fountain pen.

◆Transcendent Catalog

—Joan of Arc —Vanesha Walker

In the Transcendent Catalog, where only Jeanne was listed, Vanesha had been newly added.

[The Woman Who Twisted Fate, Vanesha Walker]

[Grade: Legendary] [Attribute: Shadow] [Realm Time: 6 hours] [Resummon Cooldown: 01:57]

—Vanesha Walker is a seamstress from London, recorded as Jack the Ripper.

She should have been a ghost of history, but she changed her own fate and regained her name. As a result, she was exiled from the world.

The shocking content made me gasp.

A woman who twisted fate?

“Fate was never predetermined.”

I shook my head at the description that seemed like a betrayal of history, and I summoned the two.

“You’re back.”

It was Jeanne who spoke.

Jeanne accepted the city view shining through the window with familiarity.

Having lived with me for over a month, Jeanne had already blended into modern society.

On the other hand, Vanesha had a rare expression of surprise.

Her golden eyes widened as she looked at the new world.

“So, this is the world of silver grace?”

“Yes, it’s called Seoul.”

For a moment, Vanesha returned to her usual expression after her surprise.

“Then, does that mean I can eat as much bread as I want now?”

She smiled brightly and made a joke.

I chuckled and nodded.

“Not just bread, but you can probably eat even better things. That’s why I called you here.”

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“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Before that, though, we should buy some clothes for you to change into.”

Vanesha, who was tilting her head, was wearing 19th-century retro clothing.

Once again, I called Choi Seo-yeon to buy clothes for Vanesha.

“Oppa, are you collecting women?”

“We’re staying together for work.”

“What kind of work?”

“Don’t ask, it’s complicated.”

I handed Seo-yeon some pocket money and we went to the shopping mall to pick clothes for Vanesha.

A white blouse and a black skirt.

“Hm, so this is the kind of clothes worn in the world of silver grace.”

Vanesha seemed interested in the clothes she was wearing.

Being a seamstress, she seemed quite interested in design.

“If you’re interested, shall we look around some more?”

“No, I can’t let you two wait because of me.”

Vanesha smiled playfully as she looked around the shopping room.

Following her gaze, I clicked my tongue.

Jeanne’s clothes, which Seo-yeon was holding, had already been changed.

Her cheeks were slightly puffed out.

Nikolai was a hunter belonging to the Russian Orthodox Church.

He had come to Korea to carry out a mission from the Moscow diocese.

“Before the cathedral, I must secure the saint.”

Nikolai’s mission was to secure the saint who had appeared in Korea.

He had heard that even the Catholics had sent someone to Korea, so Nikolai’s mind was racing.

If things went wrong and the saint was taken by the Catholics, he couldn’t guarantee his position either.

The archbishop was someone who did not give second chances to those who failed their mission. He had to secure the saint by any means.

The saint was such a symbolic figure in the church.

The general location of the saint had already been identified.

Now, it was just a matter of finding and bringing her back.

“Mobilize all the execution priests to bring the saint.”

“Understood.”

The priest who received the order left the room.

Left alone, Nikolai looked at the evening sky of Seoul while sipping vodka.

After finishing the shopping, we leisurely explored Seoul.

We had Korean food for dinner, went to the arcade, and played bowling.

However, I didn’t anticipate that Jeanne would have an unexpected competitive spirit.

She seemed unsatisfied with her low score, as she kept rolling the ball harder.

She wasn’t bad at it.

A score of 90 was pretty decent for a beginner. The problem was with the opponent.

Seo-yeon, my younger sister, was experienced in bowling, and I easily scored over 100.

“Hmm, I feel like I might have had more fun than anyone else.”

“No, it was definitely fun.”

Jeanne smiled brightly as if she truly meant it.

“Let’s come and play again next time.”

“......”

This... it feels like I’ve awakened a bit of rivalry in her.

“I was surprised by how well Vanesha played.”

“Really?”

“Yes, did they have bowling alleys in England?”

“No, this was my first time.”

Vanesha smiled gently.

Despite saying it was her first time, she played really well.

She scored a whopping 220 points, which is impressive for a first-timer.

That score would have been even higher if she hadn’t missed the ball at first.

She only needed to touch the ball and practice a few times before she stopped missing the shots.

‘She could even be a pro.’

Indeed, Jack the Ripper. Her sense of handling her body was extraordinary.

She didn’t seem to care much about bowling though.

Anyway, after having so much fun, it was getting late when we returned to the antiques shop.

Then suddenly, Vanesha silently stared beyond the residential area.

“Is something wrong?”

“Silver grace. Can I take a walk for a moment?”

“Sure.”

I agreed without much thought.

Since the summoning would be canceled in time, there was no worry of her getting lost.

‘Seems like she has something to think about.’

She must want some time alone after suddenly leaving her homeland.

“I’ll be back soon.”

With a bright smile, Vanesha said just that before disappearing beyond the residential area.

Beneath the residential area of Yeoksam-dong, which Vanesha had been staring at.

Russian Orthodox Church execution priests had gathered around a round table.

Shadows who handled all the church's dirty deeds.

“We’ve confirmed the saint entered the store.”

The priest who had been watching the antiques shop came down and reported.

“Are you sure it’s the saint?”

“You’ll see for yourself.”

The priest threw a photo he had taken onto the table.

The photo showed Jeanne entering the antiques shop.

“Were there any escorts?”

“There were three, but they didn’t seem like a problem.”

“Then let’s take the saint right away.”

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“Hm, is the saint you’re referring to Jeanne?”

“Who are you?!”

The unfamiliar voice that suddenly echoed startled the execution priests, who jumped to their feet.

“!”

A woman they hadn’t seen before was sitting among them.

“You’re right.”

The woman holding the photo of Jeanne, Vanesha, smiled brightly.

Her golden pupils, visible through her slightly curved eyes, were as cold as glass.