Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: It is possible to remain (3)

The Archmage saw the Inquisitor and the person who was dragged by the hand of the priest who rushed out after receiving the request, and then looked at the Inquisitor and saw the person who had been dragged again.

“It looks like you mistook the demon knight for a demon contractor…”

I couldn’t help but sigh.

“I expected it, but…”

Although the Demon Knight’s impressions have been conveyed to the temple, it cannot be a perfect means. This is because there is an unavoidable discrepancy between the appearance conveyed in words and the appearance actually seen.

“I… I still can’t believe it. How can someone who possesses demon energy….”

“Demon knights are different from demon followers!”

“How can you be sure of that!”

Of course, in the case of demon knights, the hair color is so unique that it is easy to recognize them just by remembering that part… but there are people in the world who do not have the will or leisure to remember, like that Heretic Questioner.

These are people who, even if you describe their unique characteristics and tell them of their most striking and distinct personalities, you will never capture them until they are right in front of you.

“Even God told us to beware of the wickedness of devils!”

If you add hatred and disgust towards something specific, there is no need for the words to be longer.

Their vision is by no means something that can be expanded through language.

“But how can someone like that…!”

“stop! “Stop it, Interrogator Daniel.”

“Bishop!”

“I told him to stop.”

Only greater authority or power can stop him.

“but…!”

The Archmage gave a weak lament at that point. This is why I tried to bring the demon knight to the temple. The slight regret was a bonus.

“Interrogator, is it because I don’t know how you feel about your situation? “If that is what you think, then I would recommend the interrogator to the penitence room.”

“…Bishop.”

“Cool your thoughts and come. “Interrogator Daniel is very emotional right now.”

Regardless of improving relationships or understanding the schedule, the fastest way to inform the parish of the existence of a demon knight is to bring him in person.

They say the quickest way is to show everyone the devil knight and ask them not to be hostile towards him.

“I am rational enough.”

“A mind that has no intention of being persuaded or persuaded is not called reason. So I will ask again. “Are you sure you don’t need it?”

“…I’ll be back.”

Additionally, doing so can quickly weed out those who prioritize their own beliefs and emotions over the temple’s decisions.

You can either send him to the penitence room like now while the demon knight is unpacking, or send him on an errand so that the path does not overlap with the demon knight. Even those who are out send someone to ask for it—the devil knight always took a bath after unpacking, so there was plenty of time—that’s it.

“…sorry. The interrogator is so strong…”

“No. It’s not that I don’t understand. “I was like that once too…”

However, if we break up as soon as we enter the city like we do now… things like this might happen frequently in the future.

However, we cannot forcefully bring in people who are uncomfortable with the temple.

“I ask you, Bishop, to prevent the same thing from happening.”

“Yes, Archmage.”

In the end, there is no answer either way. The Archmage sighed repeatedly as he looked at the Inquisitor receiving the bishop’s apology.

“If you have any problems, please call me anytime.”

“yes.”

“The same goes for you, Inquisitor. “You too.”

“yes!”

“Yes, I understand.”

Still, if we at least say something like this, wouldn’t we be able to prevent future incidents? After pleading with the bishop and others, she turned around.

It was her willingness to return to the room she was assigned to.

What more should we do? I tried to ignore that thought. If there’s nothing that comes to mind right away, it’s not there.

“I’m going to die…”

She lay down on the bed, feeling weak. Compared to the beginning of the journey, my strong body became noticeably more sluggish.

“I don’t know how I got around in the old days.”

But my head thought out of habit. The time when we toured several cities to see and decide on the location of the research institute in person, the moment when we found a place and built a building, and the person who was with us all those times…

“…Oh my.”

The Archmage turned his thoughts to memories of a long time ago and to the pain that was naturally engraved in his mind. Even though it was an incident that I overcame the previous evening, there was no need to bring up sad memories.

Instead, she thought with the subject changed. So… I pictured the devil knight before facing them.

“hmm?”

Then, I suddenly remembered a blind spot that I had missed until now.

“…How did he really get around?”

For now, let’s say you can comfortably roam around the city with the hero and her guarantee. How did he avoid the eyes of the temple in the past when there was no such thing?

If he had killed the Heretic Questioner, he would have been wanted as a murderer, and there would have been many people who would have chased him down just for the demonic spirit he possessed, even though he had just subdued him and run away.

In such a situation, how on earth…?

“…I feel old too to remember this now.”

Although it was a minor detail, it was a story that I was able to remember a long time ago. Even so, I am finally thinking about it.

She massaged her head, saying that as she lost weight, her ability to think seemed to have decreased. Then I tapped the bed with my fingers and thought about it.

“To register as an adventurer, all you have to do is pass the test, but…”

If you have the minimum level of skill, if your face is not on the existing wanted badge.

You can register as many adventurer guilds as you want.

There was no need for personal information such as name or age. What the Adventurer’s Guild values is the ability to carry out requests, not the past of the person being registered.

“There’s no way that guild wouldn’t recognize the wanted target…?”

Of course, if it turns out that you are a wanted person, the registration is immediately canceled and a tracking order is issued. This is partly because of the minimal moral responsibility assumed as the size of the guild grows, but also because it is essentially more beneficial.

In any case, we must not forget that the Adventurer’s Guild is an organization that makes money through bounties.

“Hmm…”

So, did the Devil Knight have the luck of not encountering any priests in the city throughout his activities? But is that really possible in reality?

Some castles place temple people in front of the castle gate.

Ugh.

Just as she was about to deepen her thoughts, she received a call. Should I not take it? The Archmage’s conscience and deep annoyance arose a conflict.

“…but why?”

─Is it outside?

Among them, the one who won was conscience. I cannot deny that the value of the name of the person who contacted me also played a role.

“I just arrived in the city… Is there any problem?”

─Nothing special, just the formula you sent me this time. I think things are going to get a little bigger.

“…?”

–You probably didn’t mean to do it that way…

But the annoyance and fatigue that had been barely suppressed by the weight of conscience and name soon disappeared.

─Maybe this could change the world. If you go a little further, you might be able to turn the zombies… or the knight you are carrying, back into humans.

The Archmage’s upper body was raised.

* * *

“Are you okay?”

It was ridiculous, but I was invited.

The child didn’t want to leave me because I kept crying, and the father was worried that he couldn’t leave the child alone with me, but I couldn’t leave the store for long and I didn’t have the presence of mind to sort out the situation on my own.

Crucially, the child’s house was right around the corner.

“…it’s okay.”

Lastly, if you had to choose between ‘crying on the street vs. accepting consideration from a complete stranger,’ honestly, wouldn’t the latter be better?

Of course, there are people who don’t, but at least for the concept, this is true. The fewer witnesses to a cabung, the better.

“This is the only thing I can treat you to… I’m sorry, so what should I do?”

“Even this is too much.”

Regardless, I accepted what the child’s mother handed me. It was Vin Chaud, a drink with floating fruit.

“Me too, Mom, me too!” please give me too!”

“no. “I told you to only eat this when you have a cold.”

“You didn’t have a cold, but you gave it to me!”

“Because I’m a guest…”

“Then I want to be a guest too.”

“What are you saying?”

Well, it’s an alcoholic beverage, but in reality, it’s closer to a beverage. All of the alcohol would have evaporated during the warming process.

“…come here. “I will share it with you.”

“and!! “You’re the best!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that…”

In that respect, you could give your child some tidying up.

I sat the excited child on my lap—the child came up first, so I had no choice—and carefully lifted the glass. It was okay because the child replaced the warmth of Bangshaw that had disappeared.

I wiggled my fingers at the body temperature on my lap.

“That customer. “Are you… an adventurer?”

Meanwhile, the child’s mother was also sitting across from me. All I had to do was drink cold water.

“I see you have a weapon…”

“Adventurer!”

But the conversation did not continue. This is because the child who I thought was focused on Bang Show reacted to our conversation.

The leg that was on my lap started shaking, and the face that had been tilted down while drinking vin chaot tilted back to look at me.

“Are you an adventurer?!”

“Suits!”

The bangsho in the glass stirred due to the rough movement. Just like my heart.

“…I’m working as an adventurer.”

“really?! “Great zucchini!!”

“I really can’t survive.”

To calm my startled heart, I wiped the stains that had splattered on the table with a cloth. My mother gave it to me earlier to wipe away my tears… but now I’m using it here. It was a good thing I didn’t return it early.

“Oh no, you don’t have to wipe it.”

“it’s okay.”

“Then, sir, is that a real sword?”

“Suits!”

“It’s a real sword.”

“Wow!”

I know what your mother is worried about, but it’s okay.

I gestured to her and answered her question. The warmth trembling in my lap was very pretty. It’s so small and delicate that it’s scary.

“Can I touch it?”

“You can touch me slowly, as long as you promise to touch me in just one spot.”

“Okay!”

If you try to stop children’s curiosity, there is a high possibility that it will come back with greater karma later. So I allowed the child to touch the sword under my supervision.

“mister?”

“…ruler. “I just sweep like this.”

Suddenly, I wondered if it was okay to let me touch a sword with people’s blood on it. Although it was already too late.

“Wow….”

“This is Grip and this is Blade.”

“blade!”

“Don’t touch the edges. “I got cut.”

“yes…!”

While the child spoke one by one in a subdued voice, he reached for the sword. Fortunately, there was no excitement or reckless touching.

Is it because they allowed it on a limited basis, or did they become calmer once they became convinced that it was a real sword? As I instructed, I only gently swept the broad side of the sword with my finger.

My mother, who had been anxious, finally looked relieved.

“What is this?”

“Guard.”

“Why did you put it on?”

“It’s there to prevent the hand holding the grip from slipping towards the blade.”

“Slip?”

“A little broom stick… Have you ever held a long stick like that?”

“Umm. yes!”

“Then have you ever swung them too hard?”

“Uh… my mom told me not to tell her it would break, so I don’t do it these days.”

“Okay, good job. Separately, after swinging like that, didn’t you end up holding a part other than the part you first grabbed?”

“Uh oh… I think so! “Is it the same with swords?”

“okay. That’s why there is a guard. “Unlike a stick, which is smooth on all sides, the top of a knife is sharp, so it can cause injuries.”

“Wow! “Then what about this?”

“Pommel. “It’s there to balance the center of gravity.”

“Center of gravity?”

“…When you place a spoon on your finger, if you place it in the center, it tilts to one side. Have you seen it?”

“no!”

If you don’t have it, just show it. I reached into my inventory to pull out a spoon.

“I… can I have this?”

“…It’s enough.”

But before that, my mother handed me a wooden spoon. Looking at her face, I guess my mother secretly enjoyed the explanation. Even though it is only knowledge about the sword at best.

“Now look. Leaning to one side. “The scoop side is heavier than the handle, so I lean toward that side.”

“It’s real!”

“But like this… if you support the spoon side instead of the middle… it won’t tilt. “This is the center of gravity.”

“Wow wow!!”

“Going back, this is why there is a pommel. “Without the pommel, the blade side is heavier and continues to lean toward that side, so we add a pommel to balance it out.”

If they respond to me like this, I can’t help but get excited and explain it to them.

I used light examples to satisfy the child’s curiosity. The child’s eyes sparkled as each explanation was added.

“You seem like a good person. “You didn’t tell me any of this!”

“…?”

“I’m talking about my cousin. “He also uses a sword.”

“My brother is a really bad person. “I asked you to show me, but you never listened!”

I see I looked at the child’s gray-brown hair and lowered my left hand again.

Even if I put it on my lap, I can’t bear to pet it.

“What she uses is smaller than what you use, but…”

“That’s right. The sword my brother uses is as big as this. The soldiers I saw not long ago also used swords this size. “Why is your sword so long?”

“…That’s because it’s a two-handed sword.”

“Is it good?”

“well.”

In terms of power, a two-handed sword is better than a one-handed sword, but if you lack strength, stamina, and skill, it is better not to hold a two-handed sword.

… would not be an answer worth giving to a child. I picked some more words.

“A two-handed sword is heavier than a one-handed sword. As a result, there are few people who can use it, so comparison is difficult.”

“Is the two-handed sword heavier?”

“Because it’s bigger.”

“iced coffee. Then isn’t it better?? “Because it’s heavier and bigger!”

“Well, maybe.”

“omg! Then you have to tell your brother! “A two-handed sword is better!”

As expected, the result came. Anyway, for kids at that age, it is the time when things that are big and heavy seem to be the strongest.

“…A two-handed sword must be expensive, right?”

…What? Even if you get older, if you don’t have any interest in swords, it can be misleading.

“…it would be better to polish what you have been using rather than to change it blindly.”

“Oh, is that really true?”

I tried to talk things out so that my mother wouldn’t buy the two-handed sword for that ‘cousin’. Fortunately, it worked.

“Even though that child is not my biological child… I continue to take care of him after seeing my deceased sister and brother-in-law. “I feel like I’m not taking care of my body…”

“That’s right. Hyung, you always go to work without resting. “Dad said I would die early if I did that!”

Ah… your parents are dead.

I unconsciously twitched my fingers and expressed my condolences to someone whose face I did not know.

“What he does is so dangerous…”

Separately, that cousin is said to use a sword and what he does is dangerous, so he seems to be a combat worker like an adventurer or soldier.

They are hunters because they use bows and traps, not swords.

“Are you an adventurer?”

“No… it’s the Inquisitor.”

But I didn’t expect this answer.

I wondered if it was pointless to ask, but I relaxed because I thought it would be a problem to expose a concept that was already broken.

Even if the word gets to the cancer Heretic Questioner, will it really reach the warrior party?

“I feel like I want to tell him to stop…”

“He gets really angry when I tell him to stop. “I’m so scared.”

“That ha. My sister and brother-in-law… um. After all, he passed away while working as a Heretic Questioner…”

However, my mother’s tone became slightly blurred. Her eyes are on the child in my arms.

From now on, it seems like he judged it as something the child would not listen to.

“Ugh?”

I covered the child’s eyes for a moment and kissed his lips. “plural?” My mother nodded at the shape of my lips.

“Mister, please let go.”

“Yes… I will… find the evil beast… I will do it at all costs.”

That was… a really solid reason. There is no cause more intense or difficult to stop than revenge of one’s parents.

“Mister.”

“But… as several years have already passed, I also feel like I want to quit soon. Moreover…”

The child’s mother scratched her cheek and spoke softly so that the child could not hear.

“The day my sister and brother-in-law died… she was there too.”

What should I say?

“He’s the one who barely managed to survive on his own…how can he catch that?”

The more I listened, the more the concept came to mind.