Barbarian’s Adventure in a Fantasy World
Chapter 133: Kalosia’s Holy Land (3)

Chapter 133: Kalosia’s Holy Land (3)

“No way... How is this possible?” The holy knight groaned, struggling to grasp what had just unfolded before his eyes.

The dark mage was powerful—extremely powerful. For days, their battle had dragged on endlessly without either gaining a clear upper hand. Yet now, this mysterious barbarian had effortlessly overwhelmed the enemy, displaying strength that seemed utterly impossible.

“Is he dead?” Ketal casually peered into the crater punched deep into the earth.

Suddenly, darkness erupted violently. Shadows surged upward, swallowing Ketal entirely.

The holy knight panicked instantly. “Ketal!”

“Hm?” Ketal calmly waved his hand, brushing away the shadows with remarkable ease. Despite being engulfed by darkness, he appeared perfectly unharmed. “Ah, I guess he’s still alive.”

“You... absolute lunatic!” the dark mage cursed, staggering backward to create distance.

Surprisingly, there wasn’t even a scratch on the mage’s body. Ketal raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed.

“I struck quite seriously this time, yet you remain unhurt.” Ketal tilted his head curiously. Is this mage sturdier than even a demon?

Ketal’s innocent wonder had missed the real reason entirely. Meanwhile, the dark mage was silently reeling in shock and horror.

Most of my sacrifices... have been depleted! the dark mage thought.

The mage had been employing powerful dark magic, transferring any damage he sustained onto his sacrificial offerings. He had stored enough sacrifices to endure several direct hits from a ballista—yet, this single strike from Ketal’s fist had drained nearly all of them.

This meant that the strength behind Ketal’s simple punch had rivaled multiple direct impacts from siege weapons.

Yet, he clearly isn't wielding any Myst... how can this be? The dark mage trembled uncontrollably, utterly unable to comprehend this anomaly. With a shaking voice, he managed to speak. “Barbarian... what is your name?”

“It’s Ketal.”

“Ketal...?” The dark mage repeated the name, eyes widening suddenly as realization struck him. “You... couldn’t possibly be the barbarian that he mentioned?”

“Oh? You know me?” Ketal’s face brightened instantly. “Ah, did the demons mention me?”

Hearing Ketal’s amused response, the dark mage gulped hard. If this barbarian truly was the man spoken of by that being, then there was absolutely no way he could win this fight. Fear swiftly overtook his pride as shadows quickly enveloped his body, obscuring his presence until he vanished entirely.

Seeing this, the holy knight slowly sheathed his sword with relief. “It seems it’s finally over.”

“You’re not going to chase after him?” Ketal asked him, glancing toward where the mage had disappeared.

“Once he conceals himself within these shadows, tracking him is nearly impossible. Moreover, he likely set traps ahead. For now, retreating is wiser.”

“I see.”

The holy knight stared at Ketal quietly for a moment, curiosity burning in his eyes. “Who exactly are you...?”

The question emerged spontaneously, genuinely sincere. Yet, realizing its bluntness, the knight quickly shook his head apologetically.

“Forgive me—this isn’t the right moment to ask such things,” the holy knight said. Straightening his posture, he respectfully bowed his head to Ketal, sincerely conveying his gratitude. “My name is Rakuza, Holy Knight of the great Kalosia. Thank you deeply, Ketal, for your invaluable help today.”

“Glad to help.” Ketal offered a cheerful smile.

Rakuza once again gripped his sword firmly, casting a wary glance at the surrounding darkness. “I would gladly speak longer, but it seems there is still work to do.”

“Graaah...”

With the dark mage’s retreat, the lesser monsters that had previously avoided the battlefield cautiously began approaching again.

“Let’s return for now,” Rakuza suggested, swinging his sword decisively. “With the mage gone, these beats won’t dare attack openly.”

Ketal nodded, following leisurely behind as Rakuza cut down the approaching monsters, each monster collapsing like logs split by an axe. They gradually made their way back to the entrance of the sacred city, where the other knights, Naflas, and Hayes anxiously awaited.

“Ketal!” Naflas hurried toward him immediately upon sight. “Where did you suddenly disappear to without saying anything?”

“I’m sorry about that. You looked occupied, so I went to lend a hand in the battle.”

“Lend a hand...?” Naflas appeared puzzled at first, but then his eyes caught sight of Rakuza standing quietly behind Ketal. Recognizing the knight instantly, he bowed politely. “It’s been a long time, Sir Rakuza.”

“Indeed, Naflas. It’s good to see you again, and I’m glad you’re well.” Rakuza’s gaze shifted back toward Ketal briefly. “Is this the person you’ve brought along?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“He is extremely powerful,” Rakuza remarked calmly, a note of admiration clear in his voice.

“Is that so...?” Naflas smiled knowingly before turning back to Ketal, wearing a new expression of appreciation. “I didn’t expect you’d jump into battle so quickly.”

“I actually had fun,” Ketal replied with genuine satisfaction. He had gotten to converse with a holy knight and even fought against a powerful dark mage. While slightly disappointed at their strength overall, it had been entertaining enough to make the encounter worthwhile.

“Anyway, we should go inside now,” Naflas gently interrupted, glancing at Ketal. “I’m sure you are exhausted after such an intense battle. Some rest will do you good.”

“Oh, right.” Excitement flared brightly in Ketal’s eyes as his heart beat faster. He was finally about to step into the holy land of a real-existing deity—a truly fascinating experience. Anticipation bubbled within him, growing with every second.

“Wait just a moment,” Naflas softly instructed, clasping his hands together and closing his eyes reverently. “Great Kalosia, grant your blessing upon your visitor and allow him entry.”

Softly spoken words echoed quietly as a gentle, silvery light enveloped Ketal warmly. Naflas opened his eyes slowly, nodding with satisfaction.

“It’s done. Now you are able to enter the holy land.”

“Is entry impossible without permission?” Ketal asked Naflas curiously.

“It’s the sacred domain of a deity,” Naflas explained patiently. “Outsiders must receive permission from a qualified believer. Without that approval, no one can step foot inside.”

“I see.” Ketal grinned, delighted by this new information. “Well then, let’s not waste any more time.”

The great doors to the holy land swung open gracefully, as though welcoming him personally. With anticipation lighting his face, Ketal stepped forward, entering the domain of Kalosia.

***

A gentle, luminous glow enveloped Ketal the moment he stepped into the holy land. What he felt was a comforting warmth, quite unlike the chilly atmosphere outside. Within these grounds, a soothing breeze reminiscent of spring gently flowed, unaffected by external conditions.

Then suddenly, Ketal sensed something unusual.

“Hm?” He tilted his head upward, his gaze drawn instinctively toward the sky above. “There’s something watching.”

“Oh?” Naflas looked at him, genuinely surprised. “You sensed it already? Your perception is truly overwhelming.”

“Could it be...?”

“Exactly,” Naflas confirmed, nodding solemnly. “You’re feeling the gaze of Kalosia. From those heights, our god is directly observing us.”

“Amazing.” Ketal let out a breath of admiration, genuinely moved by the experience.

A place personally overseen by a real-tangible deity—this was indeed a true holy land. For the first time in a long while, Ketal felt the undeniable thrill of true fantasy.

Naflas smiled warmly, noticing Ketal’s fascination. “Welcome to the holy land of Kalosia.”

Above, the immense, intangible gaze continued to observe them quietly from the heavens. Slowly and deliberately, that divine gaze fell upon Ketal.

“I think your god is specifically looking at me right now,” Ketal remarked.

“You’re right,” Naflas said, showing a momentary surprise. “How unusual. Kalosia rarely directs attention so openly like this. Perhaps it’s because you are the first outsider we’ve had in a long while. It seems you have captured our god’s curiosity.”

“Interesting...” Ketal met the vast gaze calmly, exchanging a silent, mutual observation. Within that brief moment, he felt subtle emotions emanating from the divine presence, feelings he couldn’t quite put into words.

“Come, let’s head inside for now,” Naflas gently suggested.

“Okay,” Ketal agreed readily.

As they moved toward the inner sanctum, a group of faithful followers quickly approached, greeting them enthusiastically.

“Sir Naflas! You’ve returned safely!”

“We’ve missed you so much! How was—”

The followers’ voices abruptly faltered as their expression shifted from warmth to shock, their eyes fixating fearfully on the barbarian.

“Ah, um... he—” They hesitated, backing away instinctively.

Just as they began retreating, Naflas spoke firmly, his voice quiet yet authoritative. “This man has willingly come here to aid us. Conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of Kalosia’s followers.”

“Oh, yes, understood,” the followers answered sheepishly.

“My apologies,” Naflas whispered aside to Ketal. “They’re inexperienced.”

“No harm done,” Ketal replied nonchalantly. He was accustomed to such reactions, and by now, such superficial fear no longer affected him.

The followers, composing themselves, once again cautiously approached, this time directing respectful greetings not just to Naflas but also toward Hayes, their expressions deferential. “Sir Naflas,” they spoke carefully. “And Lady Hayes, welcome back to the holy land.”

“Hm?” Ketal’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He noticed immediately the followers spoke with deep reverence toward Hayes as well “Hayes, do you hold a high rank here too?”

“N-no! Not at all.” Hayes hurriedly shook her head, looking slightly embarrassed. “I just happen to be childhood friends with the Saintess, so they show me extra courtesy.”

“Interesting,” Ketal murmured thoughtfully.

Indeed, he now recalled Aquaz previously mentioning that Kalosia’s order was currently in a quiet period, and only high-ranking priests normally appeared outside the sanctuary. Yet, at this time, Hayes had been present in the Barcan Estate. Clearly, being a friend of the Saintess granted special privileges.

“Since we’ve arrived safely,” Naflas continued, “we should pay our respects to the Saintess soon.”

“Saintess?” Ketal’s eyes brightened once more, filled with intense curiosity and excitement.

A Saintess, one who received revelations directly from a living deity—he couldn’t help but anticipate their meeting eagerly.

“We will rest briefly first, and afterward, we shall go meet the Saintess,” Naflas suggested gently.

“Sounds good to me.” Ketal’s lips curved into a pleased, eager smile, thoroughly satisfied with the way things had unfolded.

***

After a brief rest, Ketal was guided to a large cathedral situated in the heart of the holy land. Arriving at the room at its very center, he knocked lightly on the door.

From inside, a soft, tranquil voice answered. “Please come in.”

Ketal opened the door and stepped into the chamber.

Waiting for him inside was a young woman, with rich, dark-brown hair flowing elegantly down her shoulders. Her graceful appearance suggested she was around the same age as Hayes.

She offered a gentle, welcoming smile as Ketal entered. “Welcome, honored guest. I am Shadranes, the eyes, ears, and voice of the great Kalosia. I am the one who bears the title of Saintess.”

Interesting, Ketal thought, genuinely surprised.

For the first time since arriving, someone was standing before him without the slightest tremor of fear or anxiety. Until now, everyone who encountered Ketal had reacted with hesitation, unease, or outright fear—his imposing aura alone was enough to intimidate even seasoned warriors. Even Naflas had faltered momentarily during their first encounter.

Yet, Shadranes was completely different.

Though she undoubtedly felt the intimidating pressure of his presence, not even the faintest ripple of emotion disturbed her calm composure.

Perhaps such unwavering tranquility is what it takes to become a Saintess, Ketal thought, impressed by her profound inner strength.

With respectful courtesy, he bowed his head. “My name is Ketal, a barbarian. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Shadranes replied smoothly, without any hesitation. “I have heard much about you already. You’ve provided great assistance to my dear friend. For that, I thank you deeply. I was very worried about her.”

“You mean Hayes?”

“Yes,” Shadranes said warmly. “We have been close friends for a very long time.”

Her smile was flawless, serene, and genuinely sincere—perfectly befitting her role.

“Not only have you aided my friend, but you even came all this way to personally help us. For your generosity, we are truly grateful.” With those words, Shadranes gracefully bowed her head once more. “Once this situation is resolved, please allow us to provide you with the best reward we can offer.”

“I didn’t come here expecting compensation,” Ketal responded politely.

“Even so, it is our duty to repay your kindness,” Shadranes insisted gently. Her voice remained steady and resolute, her emotions never wavering, exactly as when they had first met. “I would greatly appreciate it if you accepted.”

“If you insist, then I won’t decline,” Ketal said graciously.

“I, Shadranes, Saintess of Kalosia, formally welcome you, Ketal, and offer you our deepest gratitude.” After a brief pause, she added in a soft voice, “For further details, please speak with Sir Rakuza. Once again, thank you sincerely.”

“Understood. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Ketal smiled warmly as he departed, genuine satisfaction on his face.

Although their meeting was brief, it was deeply meaningful. Such flawless emotional control was something he hadn’t seen in a long time—indeed, it seemed that only those who attained such perfect inner calm could become a Saintess favored by a god. Admiring her remarkable composure, Ketal left the chamber.

Once he departed, Shadranes quietly sat alone in the room. Soon afterward, a soft knock came from the door.

“It’s me, Shadranes.”

“Ah, you’re here, Hayes!” Shadranes said.

When the door opened and Hayes entered, Shadranes anxiously glanced around. “Did anyone else come with you?”

“No, it’s just me,” Hayes replied.

“Really?” Once Shadranes was sure they were truly alone, her composed expression immediately crumbled. Her serene face turned distraught as she rushed forward and hugged Hayes tightly, almost tearfully whining.

“H-Hayes... I was so scared!”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Hayes responded gently, offering a sympathetic smile as if she’d been expecting this reaction all along. She comfortingly patted her trembling friend on the back.

***

When Ketal stepped outside, he found someone waiting patiently.

“You’ve returned,” Rakuza greeted him warmly.

“Yes, I just finished meeting with the Saintess.”

“And how did you find her?” Rakuza asked him.

“She has remarkable self-control,” Ketal praised sincerely.

Clearly pleased by Ketal’s compliment, Rakuza smiled gently. “Indeed, though still young, she possesses extraordinary maturity and inner strength. She’s truly the pride of our faith—worthy of admiration and respect as a saintly figure.”

Rakuza respectfully bowed to Ketal once again and continued, “I must once more express my gratitude for your willingness to come here and assist us. As the Saintess mentioned, once all is resolved, we will surely provide you with appropriate compensation for your help.”

“There’s no need.” Ketal smiled softly. For him, the experience itself was already more than enough reward. He shifted the conversation toward immediate concerns. “So, what exactly should we do next?”

Kalosia’s holy land had been under attack by the dark mages, and now they needed to plan their response.

“First,” Rakuza calmly began, “I believe it would be best to explain exactly how this situation came to be.”

With careful deliberation, he began his explanation.