Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 92

◈Episode 92 Still, it wasn’t that Hope (1)

didn’t want to go to the next city. I think I had enough rest in 10 days.

Also, as the sealing sphere is nearing completion, the concept will not stand still any longer. He may be seen as a reckless person, but that doesn’t mean he has the temperament to remain obedient and obedient for the rest of his life.

It’s time to go somewhere else to catch the devil.

Recruiting colleagues was also something to welcome. In the game, the Archmage, who was famous as a nuker (a job that can deal explosive damage in an instant), is not a very good dealer because realistic elements are applied.

Casting—standing still and casting spells—takes too much time and requires too many preparations. This may be true in a siege or raid situation, but it is extremely ambiguous these days when most fights are fought while constantly moving.

There are more times when you provide support in various ways from the rear rather than participating in battle.

Dev? Dev… can’t be included because he wasn’t brought in based on force in the first place. He is doing his best just by doing what he does now.

Therefore, there is a clear need to recruit new colleagues, especially people who can fight.

“Arena… you mean?”

But that’s what’s confusing me right now. Ten days is enough time to rest, but I still want to play more.

It’s like an office worker screaming, ‘The weekend is already over?!’

“yes. There will definitely be talented people worth joining. Even if we can’t find talented people, there will be a lot of strong people, so we can test our strength.”

Of course, the arena also takes some time. It’s been a while since I reminisced about the original work, and there’s one job that comes to mind first when I think of the arena.

“What is the name of the arena?”

“Ainoxar. “It’s the arena in Far Enoch.”

Of course, if an official character for that class joins the party, our burden will be eased…

…Uhm. I really don’t know if it’s okay.

That job character doesn’t make as much sense as the concept I came up with.

* * *

“…Isn’t it close to the Southern Front?”

While I was worried for a moment, Dev pointed out another problem. The Archmage seemed to have already thought of this before answering.

“Don’t worry about that point. The southern front is safer than you think. Isn’t the fact that the arena allows you to relax is proof of that fact? “Nothing big will happen if you go.”

She commented that if she had to choose the safest place among the four fronts, east, west, north, south, it would be the south, and that it would be a good opportunity to experience it this time.

It was quite persuasive. If you’re going to have to experience it someday, it’s best to gain experience step by step, starting from the lowest level.

This is especially true considering that you cannot travel by instantaneous means and that it takes a long time to travel back and forth.

“No, that…”

Then Dev’s worries did not ease easily. The eyes inside the hood slowly returned to me.

“There is also a problem with Nari…”

A setting I had forgotten for a moment came to mind.

Now that I think about it, I… Isn’t it a setup that I have never been to the front line under the pretext of the hypothesis that demons can run rampant when entering a demonic area?

“I was quite worried about that part, too. But… you know. “As long as we are together on this journey, we will have to enter the realm of evil someday.”

I saw that the Archmage’s gaze shifted from Dev to me. Sky blue eyes, reminiscent of ice and snow, are filled with clouds of worry. It seemed like he himself had doubts about his own proposal.

“Hasn’t the sealing tool just been developed? Let’s take this opportunity to test it. “Is it really impossible for you to enter the demon realm, or is it possible to overcome it with the power of the sealing sphere?”

“But the risk is too much…!”

“I think it’s a good idea.”

Dev seemed to want to oppose, but the Inquisitor was in favor. Of course, right after I said that, I had a look on my face.

“If the Demon Knight doesn’t like it, I have no intention of forcing it. But if you’re willing to give it a try, I’ll take care of the rest. “I am confident this time.”

Those were truly believable words.

I absorbed the concept, blocking the laughter that seemed to come out of nowhere. As a concept, what would happen in a situation like this?

The calculation wasn’t that long.

“I’m going.”

There is no way the cancer concept can go away from here. Realistically, if I step back from here, all future developments will be messed up.

I ended the argument by smoothing over the spot where the seal had been filled. Dev seemed like he wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come out of his mouth.

The next destination has been decided.

* * *

The next morning, the fierce white wind that ran away saying that it only needed to improve its durability returned.

It was just the right timing. Because we had agreed to start as soon as the sealing sphere was completed.

“I paid as much attention to the design as it was to the finished product!”

…I’m not a design major, but I don’t think I know anything about fashion, so what’s changed?

“Until now, you wore it over your clothes, but from now on, you can wear it directly on your arm! “I put a spell on it to prevent it from being released on its own!”

I accepted the crude ring-shaped seal with a strange feeling. Since I have no intention of doing a striptease in front of others—even if I take off my clothes, all they see is my upper body carefully wrapped in bandages—I plan on putting them on later.

“I made another one as a spare in case it breaks, so I’ll take that too. If you encounter any inconveniences or improvements in your life, let me know through that friend! “Because we will continue to improve!”

“Don’t worry about that part. “I will take responsibility and contact you.”

“Hmmmm, I can trust you!”

Immediately after, the white wind chuckled and disappeared like the wind, saying its job was done. He was a person worthy of his nickname.

“…You’ve worked hard so far.”

Well… it was difficult to match the concept to the tension of White Wind, but if you think about it, wouldn’t the developer, White Wind, have had more trouble?

I tickled the seal created by the white wind with my fingertips a few more times.

Now that I think about it, I couldn’t even say thank you to him or even pay him for his trouble. Even though the former is impossible in concept, I would have given the latter, but I missed the opportunity.

Are you okay?

“Wear it and come. In the meantime, I will prepare my words. “Maybe we should go together?”

“Not required.”

…Seeing as the Archmage doesn’t say anything, I guess it’s okay.

I accepted the Archmage’s consideration and left for a while. Then, I rented an unused room for a while and immediately filled my right arm with the seal.

As the total amount of magical energy decreased, I felt like a corner of my head became clearer. It wasn’t that refreshing.

“….”

Before putting on my clothes and putting on my gauntlets, I rewrapped the slightly loose bandage on my right hand. In the process, I saw my skin turning pitch black, but it was tolerated.

I got used to it because I saw it every time I washed up.

Just like the act of putting on a bandage, the act of tightening an eye patch so that it is comfortable but does not loosen.

Or as if I was no longer surprised by my body being completely different from my original body.

…I guess it’s because the holidays are over and it’s time to go back to work. I’m filled with potato-like emotions.

I shook away the thought that suddenly occurred to me. Clap clap. A light tap on the cheek brings me back to my senses.

Sigh.

Shirts, vests, coats and gauntlets were added one after another.

Oh, I also wore the newly acquired chest protector under my shirt. It’s a design that comes to mind when you think of an archery chest protector… but it’s okay because it’s not noticeable because of the shirt and vest.

Now, if you check the facial expression one last time and fix it, everything will be perfect.

“I’m sorry, but… can I ask you for directions? “I got lost… ah ha.”

But what is this person?

The room I used to change was the room I had been using for the past few days. In addition, the accommodation we stay in is separate from the general accommodation provided by the temple to visitors.

No matter how lost you are… could it leak this far?

Considering my cousin, who is a serious philanderer, I think it might be possible.

“I’m looking for the assigned lodging, but no matter how I look, there doesn’t seem to be a room for my group…”

I glanced at the word ‘Gridana’ written on my chest and walked away without answering. It felt a bit uncomfortable, and I couldn’t answer because I didn’t know the general location of the accommodation.

“Are you saying I can follow along?”

However, it’s a bit too much to get angry and tell them to completely fuck off.

I ignored the person following me. For a moment, an uncomfortable silence gripped the surrounding air.

“…But is it okay to go to Pa Enoch wearing armor? “It must be hot in the desert.”

“Don’t worry about that. “I already tested it last night.”

“test?”

“I tried making the room artificially muggy. “I was testing it to see if it would have the power of water as it had sea dragon scales in it… and my prediction turned out to be true.”

“If it’s the power of water….”

“It’s not a particularly huge power. It just stops rusting easily in water and you feel the coolness of being submerged in water wherever you are. “If you go a little further, when you go into the water, you will be able to withstand it more comfortably than the average person.”

“It’s nothing special! It’s so good! “At least it doesn’t get hot!”

Then they reached the stable where the others were waiting.

It was none of my business that the person behind me was making somewhat confused noises when he realized it wasn’t his place. Ask the stable keeper for directions.

“Damn, it feels good to rip off knight Nari’s good armor.”

“You’re ripping it off!”

While Dev was arguing with envy, I walked closer to them. The Archmage found me and mediated between the two.

“Come on, didn’t the devil knight come?”

“But that Mangjong!”

“Heng.”

…I realized it from the time Dev took care of the Inquisitor on the ship, but the two of them have become very close.

As I watched the two people bickering, I went up to the last horse I had prepared.

“Let’s leave.”

Now is the start.

* * *

The arena suggested by the Archmage as the next destination and the city it is located in are located in an area adjacent to the desert.

This means that if you set off from the port city of Canaves, you will have to drive for several weeks—assuming you are riding a horse—to get there.

“Nothing particularly unusual is observed around Pa Enoch. In fact, it is said to be more peaceful than usual because even the demon followers who occasionally tried their tricks have disappeared. “That might actually be a sign.”

In the process, Dev collected stories about Pa Enoch and Ainoxar every time he stopped by a village.

It was about unusual things happening near the city’s security level and information about the most important people.

“It could be because the average skill of fighters began to gradually increase about 120 years ago.”

“The average skill level has risen. “It looks like a lot of talented people have gathered.”

“Perhaps not so. And currently, the most famous person in Ainoxar is a warrior nicknamed ‘King Martial.’”

Hmm, it’s a name that seems strong, but somehow weak. Usually, for a nickname like that to be worth it, the main character or the main character’s party rival must have it.

I munched on my salad with Deb reporting to me. Perhaps because it was close to the desert, it was very sweet because it contained dates.

“It is said that he held the title of ‘champion’ of the arena for a whopping 5 years… Although this was only 3 weeks ago, he held the position for 5 years, so it is unlikely that he would have lost his position in that time.”

“Right.”

“What is a champion? “Is it a nickname?”

“…It’s like an honorary title given to the leader of the arena. “It’s different from the nickname.”

If the rice is too sweet, you don’t feel like you’ve eaten… This is a bit disappointing.

“Only a contestant with 10 or more consecutive wins can challenge the champion, but there is a condition that the champion can never refuse the challenge… If he has maintained his position for 5 years, he will definitely be strong.”

“Certainly… under those conditions, I don’t think I’m lacking in skills. “Then do you ask ‘King Mu’ for cooperation?”

“It would be better if there were no special reasons for disqualification.”

I scooped up the last piece of vegetable and put it in my mouth before putting down the spoon. Although it was sweet, it was a satisfying meal.

“What is your opinion?”

But you ask me this too.

“be not interested in.”

I recognize the need to recruit colleagues, but I don’t want it to the point of insisting so strongly. Because the concept is solo, it is not greatly affected by the presence of party members.

Moreover, the person I’m recruiting this time… If it’s the official character for the occupation I’m thinking of, I’d like to refuse.

It’s a character that was only popular in the original ‘Legend of Heroes’, so if you had to meet him face to face, you’d say ‘That’s a bit…’.

So, if you ask me, what….

flutter.

“Welcome!”

At that time, someone came into the inn we were at. Because the area was close to the desert, a thick cloth was draped instead of a wooden door, which made a distinctive dull sound.

“It smells like a strong man!”

What followed was an exciting voice. Although it may not be sweet, it felt lively, as if it had been tightly packed with the word ‘strength’.

“yes? We don’t have that kind of food here, but…”

“…Whoa.”

Well, the voice isn’t important. While the restaurant owner was taken aback by the customer’s unexpected words, Dev let out an exclamation. His ears are slowly lowering.

“I’m not talking about food! “I will still eat!”

“…This is my first time seeing such a large Sland tribe.”

While the owner and the new visitor were talking, Dev lowered his voice slightly and whispered. The Inquisitor also seemed to be curious about the whisper and turned around.

Unlike Dev, she had her back to the restaurant entrance, so she had to turn her head to see the customers. Same goes for me.

“He seems like a very disciplined warrior.”

“Looking at your dark skin, you look like you’re from the desert. “Is the weapon you are using a halberd?”

The Inquisitor and Archmage’s subsequent reviews added information about this that I had not yet seen.

A large Sland warrior with a black-skinned halberd who speaks of being a ‘strong man’.

Suddenly an impression passed through my mind.

“Oh, how about cheese made from sheep’s milk and date bread? We also have smoked lamb!”

“Very good! But before that, there’s something I need to find first!”

…Maybe the person who just came in didn’t have platinum hair? Even if it’s platinum colored, you probably wouldn’t be doing a double cut, right? I guess so?

“I came to fight the strong. Yes you! “You’re the one with your back turned!”

Please say no.

“Depsho calling me sari sari?”

I wanted to wash my face because I felt like I knew who he was even without hearing his nickname. Even though I knew it, I was ignoring it, but it was even more so because Dev confirmed and killed me.

“Can’t you hear me?”

No matter how you look at it, it’s the official character for that class that came to mind as soon as I played the arena. I can tell without looking at your face, damn it.

“…Are you talking about our table?”

Fortunately, the Archmage responded on my behalf.

“okay! “I was speaking towards that direction!”

The other person seemed to not be able to catch the trembling in it and enthusiastically agreed. I feel like my headaches are gradually being pulled.

“What business do we have to do?”

“Didn’t you just say ‘Berserk’? “I want to fight the warrior who turned his back on me!”

What if it was a completely different person with only slightly overlapping speech patterns and characteristics?

Immediately after reflecting on the visitor’s words, I finally broke the hope circuit that had been running with the words ‘maybe’, ‘maybe’, and ‘maybe’.

Cancer himself confessed now. He said he was Berserk.

And Berserker is the 3rd job change title for the job I came up with: Fighter. In other words, the official character has been confirmed.

“…That’s a little troublesome.”

“What’s the problem? “There is nothing more enjoyable than fighting against the strong!”

It was a bit ominous to say that you would get your next companion in the arena, but as expected, Berserk is joining.

If possible, I would like the joining to be canceled because the Archmage or Inquisitor opposes it. That won’t happen, right?

Yes, I guess so. Until now, there has been no case where an official character did not join immediately after showing his face.

“He doesn’t fight ordinary people.”

“Berserk is not ordinary people!”

“…That’s not what I meant, I’m just saying that I don’t fight humans who aren’t related to demons.”

“Was he a demon hunter? More satisfying! There is no one stronger than the one who knows how to catch the devil! let’s fight!”

“….”

“Wow, I can’t communicate better than you.”

“…see?”

I picked up a glass of water and ignored the reality that I wanted to ignore. It seems like there are too many things that are painful these days.

“Fight with me, warrior!”

“…go away.”

…Now that Samjae is here, things will go well from now on, right?

please.