Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 31: Nimed, the fate of the Ansa people lies in your hands
"Nimede, Hengist has noticed me. We must make a decision quickly."

Before boarding the ship, Powell found Nimed and said, "I have been exposed. Hengist will kill me sooner or later. Alas, we have not been hiding in the past few years. If Hengist takes action, I am afraid that our brothers will be uprooted."

"The foundation of the saints' teachings cannot be cut off because of a stupid old man like me. We must find a way."

Powell was extremely regretful. Kelar had reminded them to be careful of Hengist, but Powell did not take Hengist seriously.

It's very simple. Hengist was servile to Vortigern and acted like a complete dog and slave. If it weren't for the fear of the king's tyranny, I'm afraid no one would be willing to obey Hengist.

Now it seems that anyone who can be remembered by Kelar cannot be a simple person.
Powell knows that he needs to take responsibility for his own oversight caused by his arrogance.

"I've noticed this, too. However, all the ships are under Hengist's control now, so we can't go out to sea."

Nimed said with some worry: "Moreover, I noticed a more serious problem. It seems that some of us want to surrender to the enemy and return to Hengist's army."

Powell said disdainfully: "These fence-sitters are just afraid that Teacher Kelar will kill them, so they just talked about the teachings of Saint Kelar."

"They are the ones who shout the loudest, but they are also the ones who are least qualified to call on Teacher Kelar's saint."

Powell looked at Nimed and handed him the Gospel of Kelar. "If you can, Nimed, find a way to get rid of all these termites and don't let them taint the purity of the team."

Nimed silently took the "Gospel of Kelar" without saying anything, but just shook Powell's hand vigorously.

"I have a plan, Nimed. You are the person I trust the most." Powell also held Nimed's arm and said, "But this requires you to make a little sacrifice... No, it is the most tragic sacrifice. But I have no other choice. I can only trust you."

Powell told his plan: "You report me to Hengist, and then kill me in front of all the Anshars. In order to win Hengist's trust, you'd better do it yourself."

"Horsa likes torture, you'd better cater to his wishes. I know a punishment, you can tell them..."

"No, I don't agree!"

Nimed subconsciously objects, which would be a cruel torture for Powell.

"Hengist has no son. This is his biggest regret and also his only weakness!" Powell analyzed calmly, "If you go according to plan, your actions will definitely reassure Hengist. If you ask him to be your father at this time, he will most likely take you in as his son."

"This plan is good in every way, but it's too cruel for you. Nimed, you can refuse it. This is not moral kidnapping. I don't have the courage or the talent to be the executor of the plan."

Nimed wanted to say something else: "But..."

"Nimede, we don't have that much time to think about it. This is the only way to preserve our strength to the greatest extent."

Nimed was silent, and Powell sighed and said, "I really can't find another person. I know myself well. I am just the first mortal to listen to the saint's teachings, so I can only become your guide reluctantly."

Powell rubbed his nose and said self-deprecatingly: "My eyes are blurry and I can't accurately distinguish who is a fence-sitter. I'm afraid I'm putting my trust in the wrong person."

"But you are different, Nimed. You are the best disciple of Teacher Kelar. You are the only one I can trust. Only you can complete this task."

"..."

After a long silence, Nimed said in a hoarse voice: "Powell, you will die miserably. Is it really worth it?"

Powell did not directly answer Nimed's question whether it was worth it. He just said, "Nimede, it's easy to die, but it's hard to live..." Finally, Powell looked at Nimed deeply and said, "Nimede, the fate of the Ansa people depends on you."

Nimed also looked at his only best friend, nodded seriously and said, "Okay, Powell, I promise you."
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Hengist died and his head was chopped off. The Onsa hated him to the core. If it weren't for Kelar's years of education that had freed them from their barbaric habits, they would have wanted to eat Hengist's flesh and blood.

A noisy shouting sounded not far away, mixed with a little begging for mercy and confession...

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous clanging sounds, which were the clanging sounds of weapons being cut off. The sound came from the forest, like an extremely long snake swimming quickly. Soon, the sound of weapons falling to the ground was also heard from the rear.

Less than ten breaths passed, and before anyone could react, they heard Kelar's calm voice: "Stop, killing is unlucky, you must all obey my law."

Hearing Kelar's voice, most people subconsciously put down their weapons. Only a few people looked at Hengist hatefully before dropping their weapons and heads.

"Unfortunately, I'm late."

Kelar saw two badly broken bodies at a glance, but his eyes passed over them and looked at Nimed, who was leaning against a big tree, breathing his last breath and about to die.

Yes, Nimed was about to die. Hengist was not a weak man after all. Even if Nimed just wanted to stop him for a moment, he would have to pay with his life.

With the last bit of Horsa's strength, Hengist could have broken out of the Ansa encirclement, but in the end, it was Nimed who risked his life to stop him.

But unfortunately, it was pitch black here, with only a few scattered lights, and Nimed's feat was not seen by anyone except the dead Hengist.

An Ansa looked at the dying Nimed with disdain, and turned to Kelar and said, "Kelar! He is a shameful traitor. Nimed betrayed Powell, peeled his skin, and soaked him in the sea water!"

"Yes, he even acknowledged Hengist as his father and became Hengist's adopted son!"

Another Ansa man looked at Nimed with resentment and told him about his crimes one by one, like a wronged child, telling Kelar about Nimed's crimes during this period of time.

Nimed did not defend himself. He looked at Kelar and smiled, "Teacher Kelar, you are finally here. Even if I have done such a perverse thing, will you forgive me?"

"..." Kelar listened carefully, and after a while he looked at Nimed and said seriously: "My disciple, you are a hero, you are innocent!"

"Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?"

Nimed smiled at Kelar with a pale face and said weakly: "But I killed a lot of people, um... and Powell, and I killed him with my own hands."

"This is the Gospel of Kelar, compiled by Powell himself. I dedicate it to you."

Nimed began to speak incoherently: "Teacher Kelar, I wanted to make up...make up an exquisite lie to deceive you, but I found that I couldn't do it. Under your gaze, I couldn't tell any lies. I was really scared and painful these days..."

"Thank you for believing in me, thank you for forgiving me... Teacher Kelar, really, thank you..."

"Nimede, I also want to thank you. Thank you for practicing my principles with your life and believing in my righteousness."

"You are a hero, my disciple. I will never forget you in my life."

For the first time, Kelar felt the weight of the ideals he carried. Are the ideals he practiced alone and his righteousness really enough to make an old sailor who fears death endure the cruel death penalty, and another heroic young man give up his dignity, endure humiliation, and even sacrifice his life?
Kelar finally understood that he had actually and truly changed this era, changed the future of a country, two nations, and even more countries and more nations.

(End of this chapter)