Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 312

Episode 312: Tell Me (6)

Daniel chewed his lips in front of the hero who returned and fulfilled his duty even though he must have used up most of his divine power while dealing with the great evil.

Of course it wasn’t because she was uncomfortable or felt inferior. A warrior who overcomes difficulties with the spirit of a sage saint is someone to be impressed or thankful for, not someone to be jealous or jealous of.

“Seongju is asking if it is possible to expand the purification area. How should I answer?”

“I’m fine… but what about the temple? Can you afford it?”

“Thanks to the deputy for taking care of the urgent part right away…”

However, it was the other part that made him anxious. For example, a place the hero may have visited before coming here, or someone the hero may have touched there.

“Priest, please let me go. “My family and my children are still out there…!”

“It’s not possible. “If you leave here…!”

“Please let go! Please let go, priest!!”

“Someone please help this person…!”

“Please calm down for a moment.”

I don’t want to become a person who can’t do his job because he’s focusing on someone he doesn’t love or, more accurately, is closer to something he hates. Therefore, Daniel followed his mission and subdued the rioting villagers.

Naturally, I didn’t treat him harshly. An agitated person who was separated from his family in an urgent situation was very different from an ordinary criminal.

“I will visit my family. So, don’t worry, just wait here. “If you go outside, your family will be in more danger.”

“Priest…”

He secured the trust of the residents by showing off his Heresy Inquisitor badge and lowered his excitement level with a calm voice.

“Can you tell me where your family lives or is likely to be?”

“He runs a store in that shopping district… so he’s probably there….”

“I confirmed. “I will go to the area myself.”

In addition, the experience he accumulated while working as a Heretic Inquisitor for a long but not short period of time allowed him to have a conversation that seemed expert to someone who needed it.

Residents who had been walking away for a long time came over to see the young face.

“Please, please, please, priest….”

“Yes, I will definitely bring you. So don’t worry, just wait here.”

With that being said, if he fails to save his family, all resentment will return to him… but that is the same fate as all Heretic Questioners.

After consoling the residents one last time, Daniel returned to his original position. It was a resting area where soldiers and priests could catch their breath before going outside the purified area.

“You worked hard, so please rest for a while. And you! “Let’s go right away!”

“Captain! “There was a dispute on Number 5 Street!”

“Holy shit…! “He’s got a lot of power now!”

Of course, it is not a place where you can just relax. This was a place to change personnel and also a waiting area where people were randomly selected to deal with sudden variables.

Heresy Inquisitors, priests, soldiers, volunteers, even wizards and knights. Regardless of origin and occupation, people who were most likely to be needed at that time were called in.

“I came here prepared to die fighting the devil, but what I actually have to fight against are the residents and the plague. “It feels really strange.”

Then, a knight who had just returned sat down next to him. Daniel was not sitting on the chair, but he was next to him anyway.

“…That’s something that can’t be helped.”

So Daniel glanced back at the knight with the solemn and gloomy look typical of the Inquisitors. The support driver from Mannhafeld is quite old and reminds me of my late father.

Daniel closed his eyes heavily, blaming his stomach churning on the smoke.

“Fighting the devil means not only dealing with the devil itself, but also fighting the remnants it leaves behind.”

“Well, that’s also true.”

Then he opened his eyes again and checked his equipment. This is why you have to be prepared to go out in order to keep your promise to the residents.

However, the current situation is not very good as the conversation was held with the residents immediately after returning from the mission. I’m almost out of the water I was given, and I’m feeling nauseous from inhaling the smoke from burning the corpse. Needless to say, lack of stamina and hunger were basic symptoms.

“…You still look young, but the Heretic Questioner seems familiar with this type of situation.”

However, when working as an interrogator, situations like this happen frequently. Whether it’s accepting the emotions of others while in the worst possible state, or forcing yourself to move for them, the interrogator himself has to chase down demons while losing his family.

“If it seems that way, I’m glad. “It means I’m doing my job right.”

Or, let alone taking revenge on a presumed enemy, even being deprived of that opportunity is something the interrogator must endure.

“Oh. It wasn’t meant as an insult. “I apologize.”

“I didn’t think it was an insult, but I will accept it.”

But very occasionally, more specifically right now.

Daniel found that fact very difficult. This was especially true because before he was a Heretic Questioner, he was a human being, a weak human being who could not become a perfect servant of God.

“…I’ll just go now.”

“Please God bless you.”

pain. It’s really painful.

The fact that he had no influence on the death of his enemy and the fact that there was no certainty whether that being was his enemy or not in the first place.

If the opponent were a complete demon and an obvious murderer, I would have been happy because there would be no future damage.

“Where should I go next?”

Daniel recalled the silent monster’s body and the praise for someone that rang out from the castle walls. He ruminated on those cries that made him feel more uncomfortable and made him more angry.

His enemy, probably his enemy, was so damn heroic that it was difficult to feel comfortable blaming him.

“Are you okay with that? “I remember you just came back…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

So what if you end up not being able to resolve your resentment or feel relief inside? Let’s move so harshly that we can’t even think. Since we don’t have the confidence to overcome this pain, let’s just ignore it and put it off.

Daniel finally made that decision. The commanding officer who was coordinating the manpower was embarrassed, but he had no time to be considerate. Daniel got what he wanted by being stubborn a few times.

“Uh huh?!”

“Look at that!”

However, even at the end of the overwork and overwork, there was no salvation for him.

“…he was alive.”

No, no. He just didn’t want it, and in some ways it might have been salvation.

“It was alive.”

Daniel laughed as if he were crying at the news that the person he had thought about several times was alive in front of the shaking demonic energy. Emotions that no one can sympathize with and that cannot be explained in words are swirling in his heart and are extremely overwhelming.

“He was alive…”

Emotions that were a mixture of hatred that could be called relief, a mixture of negativity that could be called joy, and a mixture of joy that could be called sadness, fell along the corners of his eyes and cheeks.

* * *

The sight of Ratel’s open mouth swallowing the Behemoth is somewhat unrealistic.

As I watched the boa constrictor that swallowed the elephant gradually shrink, I walked towards it. The huge white hill suddenly shrunk and transformed into a round shape like glutinous rice cake.

“It’s really gone….”

For your information, behind me is the Deathbringer, who had no choice but to come back just to deliver the message to the city and convey the city’s response.

Thanks to the advice to stay away because it was dangerous, the distance between them was about 30m.

‘Now I can use it whenever I’m in a hurry.’

Anyway, now all you have to do is retrieve Ratel, join the Deathbringer, and return to the city. After confirming that the Deathbringer was still, I stretched out my arm towards the glutinous rice cake Ratel.

[…I’m sure you’re the only one who treats dead bodies like potions.]

His voice was filled with anger.

‘It can’t possibly be like that.’

But this is a bit unfair. If you’re a Korean who wants to play games and knows how to be more efficient, most people would act like me, right?

Of course, if it were a human corpse, I would also feel repulsed. But isn’t this the corpse of a demon?

Is it because they are so different from humans, or is it because demons are useless beings? Anyway, I don’t feel any compunction about treating demon corpses as items or materials. So I don’t think it’s that strange to use it like this.

This is especially true when I think about the majesty of the enemies I have faced before.

To be honest, it’s not that I’m strange, it’s just the difficulty level of these damn demons that is strange, but shouldn’t tricks like this be allowed?

‘You guys are going to use expedients like this too.’

And that’s it. Even if you’re not a gamer or Korean, wouldn’t this level of trickery be something that anyone would think of?

[I’m sorry, but I’m not.]

‘…Why?’

No really why? If you had a way to recover your magic power, you would have an advantage in the fight, but you’re not using it? They cherish it because they are of the same race. What is that?

[…There are some things regulated by the damn king, but there aren’t many demons themselves that can come into contact with old magic. There is even no one who can be dragged around whenever he wants.]

‘Why are you doing this?’

[I’m just taking advantage of the special nature of the contract. Originally, I wouldn’t have used it this often. Even if I could have used it often, I wouldn’t have done so.]

While I was silent for a moment to understand the meaning of those words, the anger floating in the air suddenly straightened up. I could feel with my skin that the atmosphere was changing.

[So, Gretchen. How about reducing the abuse of old magic? This is advice I give from the bottom of my heart.]

So I was careful about my gaze so as not to make the Deathbringer look strange. The glutinous rice cake Ratel held in my hand changes into the shape of a two-hender that I am familiar with, depending on the magic energy injected into it.

The angry gaze beyond the changing Ratel was clear.

[Old magic is a power that escapes the concepts of beings such as humans and demons. And there is no such thing as convenience without cost. There is no way that the absolute power that governs the universe can be used senselessly by a mere human.]

“Don’t listen to me. That guy just wants the next nine years to be uncomfortable for you—”

[Furthermore, even though there is no immediate harm to you, is it really a good thing for a mere human being to frequently encounter such a huge concept? Although it may not be directly exposed, making a contract means mixing each other’s powers, but will that really only have a positive effect?]

Faust tried to stop him midway, but the guy didn’t stop. The voice, which usually contained laughter, is now truly monotonous and stiff.

“That’s not it! It is true that I felt a huge power when I signed the contract… but it has never harmed me…!

” are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Also, there is a good reason why there are several similar stories.]

“That guy is exaggerating! “Never, never…!”

[Hani, my dear Gretchen. I hope everyone will be careful to avoid another similar story. Because I don’t want to be crushed to death by that enormous power.]

Faust must have thought that he couldn’t win with words, but he suddenly appeared and waved his arm wildly over my hand. However, my ears have already heard everything the other person says.

“It’s really, really good…!”

‘Uh huh. okay. Okay, calm down…’

While I calmed down Faust, I pretended to look at Ratel and looked at Anger. He speaks very well. After hearing the angry words, my mind became somewhat complicated.

“…You don’t believe what that guy says, do you?”

‘…I don’t know.’

“I’m really fine…!!”

‘I know. ‘Just thinking about it.’

I don’t want to fall for this guy’s tricks. It is a bit difficult to carelessly ignore the topic because it is a topic and the weight is weight.

After all, if you abuse drugs, your body will be ruined, and if you use money and power incorrectly, your life will be ruined, but what about the power that governs the world?

It’s just that I don’t trust him because he plays a lot with truth and lies, but this is definitely a topic we need to be wary of. I didn’t want to become the human figure that often appears in mythology.

But whatever. I won’t become a fool who saves his cards at a critical moment because I’m scared of something I’m not sure about.

‘It must be much harder for you to live than that.’

[…Suddenly?]

‘Because of your history of lying, everyone will be suspicious even if you say it with good intentions. Just like I am now.’

Separately, how does he live his real life? I clicked my tongue as I saw the being who personally informed me of the dangers of being a shepherd boy. If it were me, I wouldn’t live like that. On the other hand, being a teacher was a bonus.

[What are you saying…]

Of course, the anger was ridiculous. But just as he doesn’t understand my life, I also don’t understand it.

I just shook my head slightly and then looked at Faust.

‘You shouldn’t live like that.’

“…Yes?”

‘You don’t have to be honest at every moment, but that doesn’t mean you should live by telling lies at every moment. Because in the end, it is poisonous to you as well.’

And anger is a typical case of ‘being poisonous to oneself.’ After reminding him of that, I slowly turned back. If you stay quiet any longer, Deathbringer will start to question you. In fact, it was still a suspicious time.

“Go back.”

“yes.”

Still, I’m not going to hide the fact that I’m showing anger. You can take turns explaining it.

With my anger shaking and Faust hanging on my back, I rode on the horse that Deathbringer had brought with me. Not even knowing who I would face in the city.