A wendigo cave full of skeletons.
A cautious figure poked in with a sword and shield raised.
As soon as he stepped into the Heavenly Snow Mountain Range, he heard the howling of the snow monster, and then immediately discerned the direction and chased after it.
First, he picked up a broken arm in a snowdrift at the base of the mountain and then followed the avalanche tracks to this nest.
Finally walking deeper into the cave, her eyes lit up.
"Surprisingly, it's a Wendigo that's already been dealt with?"
"Just take it straight back and claim your reward!"
The holy warrior instantly clenched his hands into fists against the front of his towering chest and prayed with all the reverence he could muster.
"Thank the gods for the gift..."
Beneath the ice, a head pokes up.
Eleazar looked at the warrior woman in silence for a long time.
"Surprisingly, a wild acolyte?"
Jumping up on one arm, Witcher crosses his chest.
"Thank you for the gift of holy light..."
Carol froze as she watched the Witcher appear out of thin air.
"What the hell, it's not the same thing."
Eleazar looked at her quietly, "You said what was on your mind."
"Ah!!!"
The woman's face panicked as she covered her mouth.
"You didn't hear anything!"
Eleazar looked away, "You come to patrol the mountains too?"
"Well, uh..."
"Stopping by to see if I'm dead?"
"Uh..."
"No!!!"
Eleazar lowered his gaze, "What is your name?"
"Carol..."
He kicked the head of the Wendigo at his feet, "Isn't that something you want?"
"Uh..."
Carol looked up in surprise, "Can I have it!"
Eleazar said lightly, "For a small price."
Carol checked her body, but didn't find anything of value, and finally looked at her breasts again, and suddenly realized something in general, her eyes closed.
"Hurry up then, I'll take that as a dog bite."
"?"
Eleazar held his chin, "Actually it wouldn't be that much of a sacrifice, just do me a favor."
"Really? I like being helpful the best!"
"But I won't do anything to disturb the order of the Holy Light!"
The Holy Knight, who opened his eyes, hastened to add.
Eleazar averted his gaze lightly, "You don't look like you could help with something bad either."
"Hey, is this a disguised compliment to my kindness?"
Witcher then reveals the real purpose.
"Give me the holy light that is in you, all of it!"
"?"
The cave that reflected the light of the ice crystals was gradually shrouded in boundless darkness.
A humanoid whose body was slowly covered all over with black armor appeared in front of the eyes of the Holy Warriors who kept retreating.
The opponent's eyes instantly became incomparably sharp, the round shield that flashed with golden light quickly blocked in front of his body, the silver longsword erected on it, his body slightly sunk, fully alert.
Under the black face armor, bloodless lips opened slightly and said:
"I'm a sealed Dark Knight who needs to replenish my holy light every day to survive."
This explanation was met with even greater hostility.
He slowly opened his hands, "Come on, just like you did in church practice, give me all your light!"
"Evil, suffer!!!"
The long sword that was instantly as bright as the sun, stabbed straight ahead like a rainbow through the sun.
In that glowing light, like a rainstorm of cold awns stabbed at the eyes, the throat, the waist and ribs, and all the cracks of the armor respectively.
Eleazar took a step back, dodging the useless attacks, and finally, with a quick eye, took hold of the blade stabbing at his throat as if it were a bursting sun.
Intense light erupted from between the fingers of his handnails, slicing the ice around him in large chunks that crumbled.
In the horizontal slit in the black faceplate, a pair of eyes looked at her with unerring calm.
"Just the light, nothing else."
Carol stared at him blankly.
"Why, why is the holy light ineffective..."
Eleazar explains softly, "Because this is the heirloom armor of the Fallen Paladin, the cursed armor of the 4th ranked seal - House Merlin..."
"It's said that it's like a living acolyte that participates in the church's prayers as much as possible every day, it can even bathe in bishop-level light, and you, a little paladin, well... It turns out that you are a trainee acolyte, so how can you harm it in the slightest."
Eleazar explains softly, smoothly pivoting away from the foolish blade and taking another step closer.
"See, this armor is devouring my flesh and blood, and only holy light can stop its fall."
In the end, the trainee acolyte, who had been fooled and crippled, consecrated all the light in his body, retaining only a trace of his protective holy light, and then staggered back, holding the head of the snow monster.
"Come back tomorrow~"
After agreeing with her opponent to give her all the remaining Wendigo fodder if she came back tomorrow to replenish the holy light once more, Eleazar put away the cursed armor that was backfiring much less strongly.
"Well, not bad for an evil Witcher~"
After praising himself, Eleazar turned to look deeper into the cave.
Can move on to how to start a volcano.
In his current position, he was roughly in the middle of the volcano's interior, while below him were thick glaciers that crisscrossed like cracks in the earth, but at most they could only penetrate more than three thousand meters down, and then there were thick rocks covered in frost.
As the result of what he had just surveyed, it was a dead volcano that had been completely blocked. The ice carried layers of granite, which was many times more troublesome than those openly dead volcanoes out there.
"Tsk, no wonder no one cares after one eruption, those cracks are probably also opened by those people who came over to survey in the past and just gave up after realizing that there was no excavation value."
Instead of continuing to survey below, Eleazar began to look above the crater.
As a Transcendent, of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to dig by normal means, that would probably take years of digging before he could see any hope.
"Well, the ice makes excellent mirrors, you can use refraction and the concave mirror principle, but you have to adjust the orientation, and then the most important carrying mirror has to be built from high-grade transcendental material to maybe hold that thing irradiated for a few seconds..."
A jewel was placed directly above the still congested crater to act as a guide for the sun's rays, and then Witcher took on the role of the world's foremost ice sculptor, polishing every bit of the thick ice with immense care.
The trainee acolytes who kept coming back and forth to replenish his holy light these past few days just froze and watched as he made this place into a hall as dreamy as a crystal palace.
Five days later, Carol sat cross-legged on the protruding steps and looked up at the top of the volcano, which had been completely emptied.
"Although it is a very good deal to trade Holy Light for a high-level transcendent being, I'm getting full of it, Uncle Lance asks me every day what I've been up to, and always comes back so tired."
Eleazar, who was adjusting the angle of the light from above, looked back.
"Well, it's been hard work, so you won't have to come in tomorrow."