Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 96

◈Episode 96 But there is still hope (5)

Red Mane Kankan sighed as he looked at the door in front of him.

That’s because I couldn’t figure out whether I should go beyond this door or not.

I feel like I want to quit. Why would you meet a person with a broken character who killed several innocent employees and even attacked a friend of 30 years? He’s always had a nasty personality, so I thought he’d made that guy his friend.

But what about that damn friendship? I once again stood in the same spot where I spat a week ago, wondering what I had sworn as a Nordan warrior.

By his own will, without anyone’s coercion or coercion.

“Ha damn.”

Of course, I don’t sympathize with the guy when he kills civilians. The principle of Norda warriors is not to touch civilians except at moments of plunder, and anyone who violates that principle is disqualified from becoming a warrior.

However, that is why he is standing here. This is because, as a friend of 30 years, I cannot stand to see my friend deteriorate any further.

“…This bastard should be grateful to me.”

Reports are blocked, threats are made to silence people, and even people are actually attacked.

Is there a friend in the world who, even after going through such hardships, would recommend embroidery instead of amputating oneself to prevent the final fall?

At the very least, they say that as long as you say that you will pay for your sins, they will be there for you.

At least, it’s clear that Muwang is a good friend to that bastard. Kankan painted his name with gold like that.

“Hey hey. Are there any?”

And in the end, after 30 years, I knocked on the front door.

Even if I know it won’t work, it’s the right thing to do. I did it because I thought it was for the good of my friend.

“Yoo yumma! Yay!”

But even with friends like these, some bastards never choose to repent until the end.

“Start…!”

Kankan ended up kicking the door. If I had really kicked it with all my heart, the door would have broken, but I persevered.

Last time I did that, I heard people asking me to pay for the door – and a condescending comment about how precious the wooden door was – so it was natural.

“I’m not coming back, okay?!” You damn bastard! Today is the end. “Today is the end!”

Instead, he let out his anger. Even if I say this, I’ll be wandering around here again tomorrow, but I couldn’t help but say it now.

His friend of 30 years was not a friend but an enemy.

bang!

Kankan kicked the gate one last time and left. Perhaps because it was a street where fighters mainly lived, no one paid any attention to the commotion.

“Did you get angry today too?”

Instead, some people who knew the situation poked their heads in, giggling. Those bastards were just as damned.

Kankan’s face crumpled.

“shut up.”

People who are close to you don’t know, but things that aren’t even close to you tend to touch you.

When I just came here, there weren’t many people like this, but these days there are a lot of idiots like this. These guys act more like braggarts than fighters.

“With pride.”

Kankan raised his middle finger and left the street. As the streets got more and more smelly, I didn’t want to stay there for long if possible.

“…It really stinks.”

These bastards don’t even clean up their poop.

A few people still didn’t smell, but all of the newbies who suddenly came up had a bad smell. So does my damn close friend.

Anyway, there isn’t a single one I like.

He grumbled and wrinkled his nose.

Then what suddenly comes to mind is the fledgling fighter I saw during the day. It was the first time in my life that I had seen half-half hair, so it was particularly memorable, and at the same time, I felt bad because it smelled subtly similar to this street.

Still, you look a bit strong. Do you think we’ll meet in the arena in the near future?

He left, thinking that it would be better not to meet him if possible. It was a truly unlucky day.

“Uh, what did you see earlier during the day…?”

“What.”

It was a truly unlucky day.

I prayed not to meet him in the arena, but I saw him in the temple.

* * *

I sat in the temple’s chapel, feeling my stomach ache.

It felt like a waste of time starting in broad daylight, but given the circumstances, there was nothing I could do.

Anyway, just in case, I advised him to refrain from taking any personal action. You automatically cannot enter the desert full of demons beyond the castle walls.

Even if you rob the Adventurer’s Guild, the only quest that comes out is demon hunting, and it has become difficult to watch the arena matches and select talented players due to the previous incident.

Since I wasn’t the one who started the fight, I wasn’t even asked for the repair fee, but I was banned from entering as a spectator.

If you have to enter, there may be a trick of entering as a fighter—but they also seemed to want that and said they would welcome it as a fighter—is there even a need to do that? Just stay stuck in the temple.

Also, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it’s because the temple itself has the function of suppressing demonic energy, but even here, no one says anything even if you act on your own.

Archmage, I thought it would be good if at least one person stayed… but I didn’t insist because it was also true that there was no one left. It was a benefit of having a small number of people.

Even freedom that is controversial and limited is freedom in its own way. I’m going to stay here all day today and meditate. There were a lot of people who wanted to confess by calling on the gods of this world or the gods of our world.

“Have mercy on us. Please hear our prayers…”

More than anything, there was one thing I wanted to pray to our God.

“God, grant your lovingkindness, mercy and love to your servants.”

I prayed earnestly while attending evening mass.

Please, with lovingkindness, mercy, and love, do not let Bersek enter our party… If nothing else, please look at that person… Please protect my body and my Archmage’s stomach….

God It was a wish that should be granted if one had a conscience.

“We seek your wisdom more than anything else, so please help us overcome the trials and adversities we will face.”

Of course, if you say I’m too anti-Berserk, I have nothing to say. But honestly, I think it’s okay to pray like this even if you’re not anti-anti.

Cancer: My concept was enough for the dealer who couldn’t communicate at our party! I’m the one who doesn’t coordinate well and suddenly calls for a frontal assault!

Daily life is also a problem.

If the decision had been made properly, it would have been canceled in the middle, so the tension would have been heightened. It’s obvious that if we run into each other again, we’ll try again, but we can’t avoid that if we even join the party.

I don’t want to fight again… I’d rather fight the enemy without having to control my strength. Berserk won’t do that either. I don’t want to fight.

“I will conclude my prayer today.”

But he will come in as expected… Of course, looking at the group now, it doesn’t seem like they will let him join easily, but it was similar to the time when he was a thief. Hehehe.

I got up and swallowed my tears. Apart from remaining in the chapel, it seemed like the person sitting inside was trying to leave.

“Uh, what did you see earlier during the day…?”

But why are you here?

I looked at the red-brown hair and searched for the other person’s name. So… was it Kankan?

I didn’t care who was sitting around me and just prayed, and I didn’t even know that the person sitting next to me was this guy. One reason may have been the fact that I was wearing the blessed cloth that the bishop handed out before mass.

“What.”

Separately, it doesn’t make much of a difference whether the seat is next to me or in front or behind me. This coincidence is meaningless in the end because it is not a concept to find out and pass on information.

I glared at him sullenly.

“huh? Ah ah….”

Kankan must have been pretending to know me without me knowing. When I saw him, he scratched his head as if he was embarrassed. His face, as if he had aged a little, has become more subtle.

“…It stinks… It’s my first time going to a temple…”

Then he muttered something, but the content was somewhat disturbing.

What did you say just now? Stinky? Stinky girl??

Do I smell?!!?

I was shocked. First, Kankan’s politeness in bluntly telling others that they smell, and second, the fact that I smell.

Wow, how clean I was. Just because it was a desert, I took a bath and had to pay for a bath that was 10 times more expensive. I also washed it just a little while ago!

It stinks to me!!

I just lost my mind… I wanted to say it, but I couldn’t and I clenched my fists.

Again… I’m going to take a shower again. As a civilized person living in modern times, I cannot become a smelly person.

“If you don’t have any business, get out.”

Rather, everyone here doesn’t wash their hands often, so I wonder how bad the smell must be if even those people say it’s dirty.

Huh. Huh, really. Soap problem. Or maybe the problem was that I had to wipe it gently because of the bruises all over my body.

I’m really going back.

“Oh, sorry.”

With a sigh of frustration, I covered myself further with the blessed cloth.

Since the cloth is clean, there will be less stains this way. I feel somewhat sorry for the person who has to wash this, but I can’t just sit still when I hear people say it stinks right in front of me. I can’t even buy perfume because of the concept.

I gritted my teeth as the compartment kept glancing at me and leaving. I’m grateful that they let me know that it stinks, but it was still disgusting.

“Ah, Red Mane. See you again at the temple.”

Ah, my cookie-cutter mentality… my pride as a civilized person…

“You…! “Are you following me again?”

“Ah, you followed me. Those words are full of misunderstanding. “Is it just a coincidence?”

“Coincidences are crazy…!”

But why is that guy involved in a strange incident other than Nagada?

“You must have come to spy on me…!”

“Such atrocious words! How can I monitor Red Mane? “There’s no reason to do that.”

I know that it is rude to eavesdrop on other people’s stories. However, in this situation, aren’t the people talking loud enough to be heard in public before talking about rudeness more problematic?

Of course, they stay close and whisper as if they don’t want the temple people to hear it… but don’t you think there’s someone here with good hearing? Are you kidding me about your secrets!?

Do that in a place where no one is around! Don’t do it in the chapel!

“Even if you don’t follow me, I won’t say anything.”

“What on earth are you talking about?…”

“I won’t attract others, so don’t appear in front of me again!”

Ugh. Why do I read so much literature that I have become well-versed in clichés?

I have no intention of interfering, but everything is predictable, you guys! Or is it some kind of side quest?! Is that it?!

“Haha, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you are indeed the champion’s friend. “You don’t like to involve others.”

Champions were even mentioned.

I sat down on the chair and lowered my head so that the cloth I was covering covered my face. My face looks quite cold and I am shaking my head quickly.

There are rumors that the champion is going crazy.

There are also rumors that the madness resulted in deaths and injuries.

And Kankan is the champion’s friend and is being monitored and threatened for some reason…

this, this, this.

It seems that King Mu is destined to never join our party. The smell is coming from here, not me.

“You damn bastard!”

After the unknown threat left, Kankan vented his anger by banging on the door of the cathedral. Seeing that it doesn’t break or crack, it looks like it has the mental capacity to control its strength.

“Brother, what’s going on?”

“…! “Oh no, priest.”

“I don’t know what you’re so angry about… but maybe you had a disagreement with the Gridaana merchant?”

“It can’t be! “How could a fighter like me have any trouble with a merchant?”

No, looking at that situation earlier, anyone would have thought there would be discord. Is it because he is a fighter that he is not used to lying?

“…Then I’m glad.”

The priest felt the same way as I did, but he didn’t stumble too much. It just leaves room for people to consult at any time if there is a problem.

“That priest.”

But correcting that gap?

“Can you give me… just one blessing?”

Oh no.

“What blessing do you wish for?”

“I could win… No, I didn’t allow that because of fairness. Then…”

I secretly watched as Kankan’s red mane prayed to the priest who was shorter than me.

“Please bless me so that I can help someone dear to me and that there is still hope.”

I could see his red eyes shining resolutely, as if he was preparing for something.

I wasn’t sure what was wrong with Champion Muwang, but it was a moment when I could tell that the man had left a friend in trouble.

The next day, a match was scheduled between Red Mane Kankan and champion King Mu.