Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 149

Episode 149: Everything went as it should (9)

I returned to the temple with a strong awareness of the energy of X. It was almost fortunate that Dev didn’t escape and was with us at least.

Actually, I’m not happy at all.

“You came back early.”

Archmage, please take care of him first instead of training me. The self-esteem minimum setting is in my concept, but why is he like this again!!

“you!”

“Are your cheeks… okay?”

“Eh?”

Fortunately, the group did not miss Dev’s cheek. In particular, the Inquisitor’s reaction was the strongest.

“Did you get caught stealing?!”

hey.

“….”

Meat Dumpling Why are you still? As usual, ‘Are you kidding me, San?’ or ‘What do you think of me?’ Isn’t it supposed to be like this?!

“Inquisitor.”

“Oh that. I didn’t mean it that way…”

“Inquisitor.”

“…sorry.”

“Young hunter, who hit you?”

“…It’s no big deal.”

“Ah, did you give back the amount of damage you received?”

The Inquisitor was scolded by the Archmage, and Berserker spoke to Dev. Dev neither denied nor confirmed.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on… Get treatment first. Inquisitor, please. And demon knight, do you know what the situation is?”

At that attitude, the Archmage turned his gaze towards me, full of worry. It was the question I wanted to receive the most and the most difficult question to answer.

Honestly, there is no compromise between avoiding concept collapse and providing detailed explanations.

“What is the procedure for asking me about myself?”

But you have to answer somehow! In a direction that does not have as much negative effect on Dev as possible!

I desperately pulled out my hair.

“That’s because I don’t think Lee will talk.”

Oh yeah! Isn’t the important thing here to let people know that it’s not Dev’s fault? then…!

“If you do this, go ask the person who committed the crime. “Why did you hit that guy?”

This will at least clear up the Inquisitor’s misunderstanding. Treatment is already being provided.

“You are a sinner…”

“What, you didn’t kill the other person?”

“What on earth happened? “I don’t think it’s your fault.”

“…I told you it wasn’t really a big deal. I’m just… caught up. “I’m more tired. Can I rest?”

“Ah, that’s right. “If you’re tired, you should rest.”

“For now, the treatment is complete. “The swelling will go down soon, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

As soon as the Inquisitor spoke, Meat Dumpling went inside the dormitory.

“Is this my room?”

“That’s right.”

Then I found my room and went into it. The voices of the group left in a place similar to the living room suddenly stopped.

However, as if changing his voice, Berserker begins to put a question mark and the other two start to break into a cold sweat one by one.

me? Of course, I also broke out in a cold sweat. Inside.

“What about that? “I said something too harsh.”

“Inquisitor…”

“I didn’t mean it that way…”

“Apologize later.”

“Yes…”

“More than that, I don’t know how this happened. Huh. “What on earth did I get caught up in?”

“Isn’t that just a fight with a gangster?”

“Hmm. Maybe so. He had a cloak in his hand… I heard he hated green-haired people, but did he really go to the extent of assaulting an unrelated traveler?”

Still, the Archmage of the opposite sex quickly came to his senses.

Although she was sad, she ended her speech by saying that there was nothing she could do and that she had to peck at the security guard.

It was realistically the best we could do.

“If I catch that guy, I’ll break his spine.”

“You can’t do that. “I should hand it over to the security forces, so what if I take personal revenge?”

“Berserk doesn’t know about that.”

Berserker, on the other hand, pledged physical revenge. From my point of view, it was something I wanted to stop.

As the Archmage said, personal revenge is not right, and the reason Dev hit that guy was not because he lacked force, but because the past was holding him back.

“I…”

“Why are you doing this, Inquisitor?”

“Shouldn’t we get ready and then go see Lord Xiaoseong…?”

“ah.”

“But I wonder if we can just leave that guy behind…”

The Archmage looked at us with his eyes shaking slightly. It looks like she doesn’t want to leave Dev alone either.

“hmm.”

But what’s left of our party that has the personality to take care of Dev?

In my concept, instead of comforting each other, each person has a tendency to be locked in a room and mull over their own concerns, and the Inquisitor is not good at interpersonal relationships. The fact that I couldn’t express my concerns earlier and started scolding him is proof of that.

Are you a Berserker? Berserker took surprisingly good care of him, but… well…

“Uhm…”

The Archmage also realized that fact and touched his forehead.

It was the cry of a person who knew that if only the three of us were sent to Soseongju, the world would explode, and he could not bear to say that he would stay behind.

“Just because one person is missing makes us so social….”

I’m sorry. If I hadn’t come up with the concept, it wouldn’t have ended up like this… No, but this isn’t just my fault, it’s your fault too.

“Berserk later… You um. Stay and take care of me….”

“Hmm? ah! “Is it okay to restore the young hunter’s strength?”

“…Please call the Weapon Master.”

“Haha! There is no need to call your sister! Don’t worry! “I take care of everything!”

Oh yeah. There was also a Weapon Master. Actually, I haven’t seen her since Pa Enoch.

I thought of someone who left behind what could have been a pretty useful tip. shit. I still haven’t heard the last part. I feel resentful.

“Is this right…”

Anyway, it was decided who would stay and who would go.

After showering at a high speed with a bit of anxiety – I was so upset that I heard that it smelled fishy even though it was a high speed shower – so I washed thoroughly – and headed to the castle where Soseongju was located.

* * *

“hmm. “Eating is the best way to feel good!”

Meanwhile, Berserk, who was left behind, pondered what he could do for the young hunter.

As expected, there was only one answer. It was a drink that lifted one’s mood or helped one pour out one’s emotions honestly, and delicious food that filled one’s empty stomach.

Coincidentally, she also had delicious food. Even though it is cold, you can just ask the priest to warm it up.

“No, it would be better to ask the cook for a new one.”

It was never chosen because she wanted to eat other food made by the store owner. Anyway, no.

Berserk rushed to the store.

“Hey, owner!”

“Yes yes?!”

Less than an hour has passed and there is still only one table occupied, so you can request delivery at this rate.

“Can it be delivered to the temple?”

“You mean the New Temple? “If it’s a temple, of course I’ll do it, but…”

“Then, please give me some food!” The most delicious meat dish here, regardless of price! Oh, if you have something sweet, give it too! “The young hunter likes sweets.”

Berserk ordered some food and excitedly opened his wallet. Then dozens of gold and silver coins rattled.

It was money she had been saving in preparation for an accident that would involve her, like when she broke her leg last time. She didn’t intend to collect it herself, but her older sister helped her collect it.

“You have too many.”

“Take it! “If there is a lot, the more it tastes better!”

I still don’t know how the world works, but I do know that the more money is invested, the better the results.

Berserk gave the owner plenty of copper coins and silver coins despite his refusal.

“With a taste that will make my friend shake off his sadness and smile again!”

“…! yes!”

Then this became food. She went back to the temple. They also did not forget to ask the priest to give food to them when it comes to them.

She is a generous person who passes over almost anything, but she has never seen her food given to someone else without permission.

“Then what we have to do now is…”

Should we just wait while the food comes? That’s a bit weird. Does that mean he goes to the young hunter?

She recalled the face of the young hunter she had seen earlier.

He looked tired. No good comes from touching a face like that. If you say

“I have nothing to do…”,

do you stay still while the food comes? I don’t like that.

However, I didn’t have the motivation to even practice. This was all because of the young hunter.

“Ugh.”

Although she had only been with them for a short time, she really liked her current colleagues.

This is because the half-haired man was strong enough to make me tingle, and the red-haired man was fun enough to be used as a sparring partner.

Even though the old man was weak, it was nice because it reminded him of his older sister, and the young hunter just liked it.

In particular, her skill in making up for her awkward remarks, which always caused problems, was truly the best. The lack of confidence compared to his skills is a bit funny, but he was willing to go along with the advice to not fight.

That’s why she didn’t have much strength now that the little thing was drooping. Berserk lay flat on the floor.

“ah!”

Fortunately, she easily came up with one thing she could do.

“Just fold your spine and come back!”

All you have to do is find the bastard who gave a punch to the young hunter and fold his spine as promised. Even young hunters would definitely like it.

Is that right?

“sister?”

Will he really like it?

But her steps were interrupted by a voice ringing in her head.

“Wouldn’t you like it? “You’ll like Berserk.”

I have a slightly different opinion.

“Do you think he won’t like it?”

You know the truth too.

“…Berserk doesn’t know.”

really?

“Berserk said he didn’t know.”

She moved her eyes. The inside of my throat was hot. I didn’t know why.

“Berserk….”

You already know.

She didn’t know why.

“It got annoying.”

I shouldn’t have known ‘Berserk’.

“You take care of it, sister.”

I don’t even want to argue.

She looked away from her sister who was quietly looking down at me. She turned away from the person who was much smaller than her and whose eyes were soaked with blood.

“Berserk will sleep well.”

I don’t want to face it just yet. I still want to be a little more foolish.

She closed her eyes and loosened her small ponytail of hair.

“…I thought you might have been stimulated by what happened last time.”

And soon the ‘Weapon Master’ opened his eyes.

“Isn’t it still urgent to reach a level beyond military power?”

She twisted her fingers through her platinum-blonde hair, which barely covered her neck and didn’t flow freely. The calluses are firmly embedded and the fingers, deformed from handling weapons, are dull to the touch.

“But you can’t do that, little brother. We no longer have….”

The ‘real’ is a hand that cannot be had.

She looked down at her hands and decided to tackle the task at hand first. It was the right choice, as long-standing concerns would not be resolved in a day or two.

So she cleaned up the table, moved the spoons and bowls to prepare for the food that would come soon, and bought additional snacks that the young hunter seemed to like.

And just as the food arrived.

smart.

She knocked on the door.

“Are you sleeping?”

Would it have been a little difficult if I had slept? However, if he sleeps, it may be better to keep him sleeping rather than forcefully waking him up.

“Please excuse me.”

However, there is a possibility that you may not sleep and just remain silent. She opened the door slightly.

As someone who specializes in sneak attacks, his breathing was very uneven both when he was sleeping and during normal times, so it was an inevitable choice.

It is difficult to tell whether the other person is sleeping or not just by looking at them.

“…this.”

However, when I opened the door, what I saw was not a good image at all.

“Gagging!”

What on earth should we consider strangling oneself while sleeping?

“Wake up, young hunter!”

At least one thing is certain: it’s never a good sign.

“Young hunter!!”

Amber, the color of calm, turned into desperation in just a month.

* * *

“You brought me here because you thought it was time for people to forget? This time, they’re going to deal with us! “You think I don’t know that?!”

When we finally arrived, there was a group of people in front of the castle. Even in the center of them stands the person who is believed to have punched Dev in the cheek earlier.

“I definitely saw it! “I’m sure I saw it!”

If I were to report that guy here for hitting our soft meat dumplings, wouldn’t it be a bitch? Yeah I know. I know….

Ah, I want to hit just one more.

“It looks like they are holding a sit-in protest.”

“That’s right. The content of the protest is somewhat unclear, but…”

I stared at the person who was yelling loudly. I guess it’s because I was looking at it with momentum. The other person turned his gaze in this direction for a moment before speaking and then froze.

When the person who spoke the loudest stopped, the others became curious and looked in my direction. Everyone kindly held their tongues.

“I am Archmage. “They are looking at us and being quiet. Is there a problem?”

“…Aren’t you being considerate of it being noisy?”

The Archmage seemed to have guessed that I was the cause, but she did not explain that fact straight away.

In other words, ‘I’m keeping my mouth shut because I’m scared to see the devil knight behind me’ wasn’t something I would say for them either.

“How did you come…”

“Didn’t the temple send an envoy?”

“ah! It’s them! Please wait a moment. “I will contact you inside.”

If you can go inside quietly, that’s enough.

I looked back at the protesters one last time as the butler came out to meet me. It was a threat for completely personal reasons, but I couldn’t help it. Meat Dumpling was injured—I followed the group into the castle.

Although it was a time when the ground was dry, a garden full of flowers and trees was spread out before my eyes.

Compared to the dry blades of grass outside the castle, the garden was strangely vibrant.

“Is it magic?”

“I don’t think so, but…”

I remember what I heard at the restaurant where I ate earlier, and I wonder if this could also be Soseongju’s work. It was said that when he came and went, the field became more vivid.

“It is because they were raised by Lord Soseong himself.”

The butler who came to meet me at that time quietly explained.

The story goes that the owner of Soseong grew all kinds of plants as a pastime, and as soon as he touched them, the plants grew green. It was similar to what the restaurant owner said.

“Talent…?”

“I don’t think this can be explained by talent, but…”

It’s amazing. With that kind of ability, you could easily become a landscaping engineer, open a farm, and somehow create a business that makes money.

You can make your room greener without killing the succulents!

I thought of my situation, called the Hand of Death among my colleagues in the industry, and of a colleague who said he would put cherry tomatoes in the corner of the room and eat them fresh.

Even a person named So Seong-ju of Ednium would be able to do that. under. i envy you. i envy you!!

“Isn’t that too harsh on my name?”

“Lord Xiaoseong.”

Was I jealous, envious, and envious of the fact that I couldn’t celebrate other people’s talents?

Just as my jealous noir heart was glowing black, someone approached me. She was a jaw-dropping beauty.

I thought the outlaws of Montata Island were the end of this universe’s appearance, but there was someone who went one step further.

“Welcome to Ednium. “This is Leon from Ednium.”

Wow, there really can be someone born with it all. I quit being envious – it was a joke to begin with – and accepted his greeting.

I ignored the sudden itchiness on my right arm.

“Hello, Lord Soseong.”

“It is an honor to meet you, Lord Leon Soseong.”

Oh, by the way, even though I received a greeting, it doesn’t mean I did it. The Inquisitor and Archmage received it.

“I am truly honored to meet the chosen warrior and the famous great sage of the Magic Tower. And…”

I stayed silent as always. There was no need to even say a silent salute.

It didn’t really matter because I’d never done it before and no one would argue.

“He is a demon knight.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of it. You are an adventurer renowned as a demon slayer. It is an honour.”

But…

“It smells fishy…”

“Yes?”

“No, welcome.”

I mentally traced the shape of his mouth as he muttered the words—even though I couldn’t hear them because he was whispering it so close to the sound of the wind.

Fishy smell…?

Fishy smell?

Do I still smell?!?!?