Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 229

Episode 229: Full of Pain (2)

Berserk opened his eyes. Is he alive? how? That was the first question that came to my mind before even understanding my surroundings.

Hilarious.

The next thing I felt was a presence on a ship.

She relaxed her stiff body, relaxed her arm muscles as much as possible, and untangled her tattered clothes. As several layers of clothing were lifted, her bare skin was revealed.

All black veins and bulging protrusions had disappeared, leaving the body clean. Even though the scars from before were still there.

closely.

“…?”

I will correct it. Not only was there a scar, but there was also a turtle smaller than the area of her stomach.

Should I call it fins or webbed feet? It was a turtle that was attached to human skin with parts that would have been limbs in human terms.

“What is this?”

Is it possible for a turtle to do something like this? Rather, when did it come into your arms?

She expressed her curiosity as she lifted the turtle. It was an act I did—even if it was somewhat unconscious—in hopes of someone who would respond to me soon.

But no matter how long I wait, no voice is heard. It was natural. The lie she had created disappeared in vain the moment she admitted it. Or, it returned to its original position.

The bonfire I was holding because I missed the lost sun is no longer there.

Berserk became miserable the moment he realized that fact. It was the misery of surviving without knowing why I would have been better off dead.

“…Sad.”

In this case, wouldn’t it have been better if I had died there?

Wouldn’t it have been better if she, like her sister who died in a place where the sun never rose, had also met a tragic end where her remains were never recovered?

“Even though the beginnings were different, I wanted to end up being similar.”

If he had died the way he mourned in his childhood, he might not have even had any regrets left…

“Was that even impossible for me?”

She put the fluttering turtle down on the floor.

Because I put it down without thinking, it flipped over and landed on the floor, struggling and waving its arms and legs.

Feeling a little pitiful for it, Berserk tapped its shell with his finger. The turtle, which had flipped over due to the recoil, began to crawl on the ground. The soft soil was pushed by the turtle’s webbed feet, leaving little marks.

“Are you awake?”

“…?”

Take a moment to look at it. A person who was tending to someone’s wounds a few meters away opened his mouth. It was a man who looked very tired.

“If you wake up, go see the Archmage. “I told you.”

The men’s attitude was also similar. It’s as sharp as it looks.

I don’t know if that’s nature. I think it’s more that I became irritable because I didn’t have enough time.

“teacher! “We’re out of bandages!”

“You boiled the cloth earlier! “Tear it up and use it!”

“I wrote all that too!”

“driving me crazy!”

“Medical patient with open leg fracture!!”

Just look at your surroundings.

Berserk glanced at the patients swarming everywhere, the people continuing to flow in, and the people going back and forth between them to treat the wounded.

The intention was to find a demon knight or a young hunter and a red-haired priest, but something else caught my eye.

For example, there are quite a few medics walking around, but the people who need their manpower are overwhelmingly more numerous than the medics.

“Medical?! Medic?! “Is there no one left?”

Meanwhile, the person holding the patient who had just arrived shouted. The person who responded was the man who had spoken to Berserk.

“I really want to cry…” He looks extremely exhausted as he has to treat others without even being able to take a breath.

“This way… this way!”

“Open leg fracture! “Did you hear that?!”

“yes…!”

The man somehow managed to find a seat in a cramped place, laid the patient down, and walked back and forth between the seats, shouting to the girl who was running errands (I think he was mobilized because he didn’t have enough hands).

“Here’s painkillers! And a bandage to stop the bleeding…”

“I just ran out of painkillers, so I’ll give you some…”

“What?”

“I went to get it too, but they said there were no more painkillers.”

However, the situation seems to only get worse. Painkillers and bandages are the basics of trauma treatment, but they are all gone.

At best, painkillers can be dispensed by allowing the patient to endure a little longer, but if there are no bandages, the bleeding patient has to be thrown away.

Berserk, who had some basic knowledge about healing as a warrior, clicked his tongue.

“What about priests? They say there are no manpower left over there? “I need to stop the bleeding…”

“I’ll ask and come back. But maybe…”

“Yes, that can’t be possible…”

I wondered why I couldn’t see the temple people there. I can’t see it from here, but it looks like work is already being done there. Moreover, it seems like there is no room for it either.

“Even if there are only bandages left…”

Since they can hold on to a person’s life with divine power, temples tend to take on those who are seriously injured and are likely to die in an instant.

So, if you just take that into account, you might not have more room there than here.

Here, there are only lightly injured or seriously injured people who are at low risk of death, but people will die as soon as there are not enough hands.

At the very least, if Berserk knew a red-haired priest, the situation might be a little better… but is it really possible for a hero to heal others?

The fighting in the city she remembers was at a level she could never look back on.

Kwiek.

Suddenly the turtle cried strangely. At the same time, a question that would make Berserk questionable also came to mind.

that’s right. It was a fight I couldn’t think of. But why is she herself so unharmed? Even if you’re alive, shouldn’t you still have some injuries?

Is it possible that the young priest is still awake, a colleague who used to go together, and was given special treatment – treatment?

No, who brought her out of the turtle shell before that? To say that it was done by a warrior, it seems like the young priest must have had a hard time just dealing with Pandemonium… and keeping track of the time was the same.

Tuk.

At that time, lukewarm warmth touched Berserk’s hand. It was the warmth she felt as the long turtle rested on the back of her hand.

“What.”

good. She rolled the turtle over. closely. The overturned turtle struggled and this time turned around under its own power. Then he crawled back to her.

I wondered if he recognized her as his mother.

“…I am indeed.”

Is it okay for a small turtle to cling to me like this? She thought about throwing it away, but decided to just keep it.

Cancer: She just hated being weak, but she wasn’t a person who hated being young. This was especially true for young people who were struggling to survive.

Even though I don’t plan to keep taking it with me in the future, I am willing to take care of it until I release it into the sea.

“Stay tight. “If it falls, I throw it away.”

She placed the turtle on her broad shoulders and then straightened up. There is also a hint that the great sage called, saying that the people he was looking for could not be found. I was slowly leaving.

However, as I stood up like that, the clothes I had taken off earlier began to flutter around my waist. It was quite annoying. But it was too tattered to wear again.

“hmm.”

It’s too dirty to be used as a bandage anyway, so it doesn’t matter if you tear it up. After making that judgment, she took it off as if tearing it off.

The clothes left on the floor were crushed by her leather shoes.

Okay.

The turtle that almost flew away along with the clothes cried in protest.

“Do all turtles cry like you?”

Kuek?

She left the busy clinic before finding the Archmage. The treatment center was too busy to ask for the location of the Great Sage of Cancer. I didn’t think I knew what was going on outside the treatment center.

Sigh.

“It’s no big deal…”

But is there anything better around the treatment center? That wasn’t it either.

Berserk let out a long breath as he looked at the people scattered everywhere like the remnants of the defeated soldiers.

It’s not that there weren’t people who came to their senses and moved around, but there were more people curled up on the floor, devastated. It was a sight I really didn’t like.

“What on earth did the soldiers do? Why did the devil appear in the city?…”

“Shibaal… It’s all because of the nobles. “I was punished because the nobles and the temple worked together to attack and kill the guardian deity…”

That’s because they were talking like that.

“It’s weak.”

I understand the shock of having to abandon the city and take refuge. But so?

It’s shocking that people who should have evacuated safely under the protection of soldiers are now blaming others for not being able to overcome the shock of losing their city. It’s a waste of soldiers who died for them.

She continued to walk away, disdainful of those who saved her and instead of thanking them, they were devastated that they had lost their bundle. I could see soldiers moving in the distance.

“Let go…!”

“Stop before I break your arm!”

As I got closer, I saw what the soldiers were doing. They were in the process of subduing someone who was making a fuss.

“Hey soldier.”

“It’s already a shitty situation—what is it?”

“Where is the Archmage?”

“Hey, don’t you see what we’re doing… who are you?”

The soldier, who had been nervously turning his head while bending the rioter’s arm, stopped. It was clear that Berserk’s fierce muscles and impression had changed his speech.

Although there is still some angularity left on the face.

“An adventurer who was hired by the Archmage. “I received instructions to come, but I don’t know the location, so I wanted to ask.”

“…If you are really an adventurer, start with your hand—”

“Oh! you!”

Then, a shouting sound was heard from a little distance away.

“You’re alive!”

“Do you know me?”

“You fought the siren on the castle wall.”

Oh, was it the soldier who saw that? She scratched her neck. Unfortunately, she doesn’t remember seeing that soldier.

“I lost my adventurer’s card.”

Additionally, there was no adventurer’s card. I’m sure I lost it during the battle—I didn’t see it when I threw away my clothes earlier—but I don’t know where I lost it. There are three types of battlefields, so it’s hard to estimate them.

“Then I can’t tell you. “He knew who you were and did something like that so carelessly…”

But it seems that the soldier caught now is a bit of a tough guy. Berserk narrowed his eyes, saying it was annoying.

“If you are Archmage, you can go over there. “I saw it earlier.”

“hey!”

“I understand your concerns, but just leave it at that. Who would fight on the walls, soldiers or adventurers?”

“No matter what, you said you were hired by a great sage! “Do you believe that?”

“But… isn’t someone skilled enough to hunt dozens of Sirens worthy of being hired by the Great Sage? “I think it’s okay.”

“Ah…”

But luck ended up being on her side. Although Berserk couldn’t remember, he still judged positively on the helpful soldier and moved again in the direction indicated by that soldier.

Fortunately, the group of wizards were there.

I was with the temple people.

“No spare hands?!”

“Priest!”

“…Give up that person! “I can’t survive in this situation!”

Oh yeah. Even wizards were capable of healing magic. As she looked at the magicians mingling with the temple people – if their hands were shining golden light, they were priests, if they were shining blue light, they were magicians – and for a moment, she observed a situation that was even worse than the treatment center earlier.

“Priest! People evacuated to the west are starting to join us one by one! But the survivors say there are injured people there…!”

“…We don’t have enough hands here either! “You said there were no priests alive there?!”

“It is said that most of them were killed in the process of protecting citizens from demons… So the person who can cure it….”

“Damn it!”

The Archmage was at the place where the most wounded people were gathered.

Although it may be less effective than divine power, she can heal multiple people at the same time and is already holding on to the lives of five people.

“Are you here? Then, from over there…”

“I heard you found me.”

“hmm? iced coffee. “It was you.”

Berserk rolled his eyes again after approaching the Archmage out of the way.

The purpose was to find out if the warrior was moving, but unfortunately, the young priest was nowhere to be seen.

“First of all… I would like to thank you for your performance. If it weren’t for you, the damage would have been greater. “Thank you so much.”

“I didn’t stay there to hear thanks. So there is no need.”

“is it.”

“What about the situation?”

“…How much do you know?”

“Few. “My last memory is discovering that there was a merman nest inside a turtle’s shell and fighting inside it.”

The same was true for Deathbringer and Demon Knight. I don’t know where he is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be among the injured.

“I also remember that at that time, I had almost no hope of survival even if help came in time.”

“…Right.”

“So I’m asking. “How did I survive?”

Where on earth are those three? Could it be that she was added to the list of dead that even she could not join? no way?

“…I don’t know either. However… according to the Deathbringer’s testimony, the devil probably saved you.”

“…The devil?”

Berserk took a closer look at the face of the only person who had the answer. It doesn’t look like she’s dead. If she were dead, her expression would be full of sadness.

But…

“Or a demon knight.”

There are lives in this world that are more miserable than death.

Berserk sat down, sensing that the story would be long.

Wow.

The turtle on his shoulder cried.