My Alter Ego’s Path to Greatness - Chapter 157
#157
After the Capital Invasion (1)
As the distance was long, the delegations from the Enamel Continent, including the Elven Kingdom, were the first to leave the Roselia Grand Temple when the summit ended.
Afterwards, with the cooperation of each temple, they quickly moved east and arrived in the forest at the eastern end of the continent in one day. They were now heading to the Enamel Continent through the ‘Forest Road’ operated by Lafori and Cecily.
“In the end, on the Aeon Continent, I stayed inside the temple the entire time, except when I went back and forth between the eastern forest and the temple. “I didn’t come here to have fun, so I think it’s natural, but there’s still something…”
Shapiron, who was walking along the forest path with Harris, grumbled softly.
Her clothes were considerably lighter than when she arrived, and all that luggage was now neatly stored in the subspace magic tool hanging on her wrist.
I felt sad because it felt like I was seeing a child who realized something about reality, but…
I guess that’s how everyone becomes an adult.
“Still, it’s not common to have the opportunity to meet people from all over the world. Moreover, they are all in positions that are quite difficult to find.”
Rustle, rustle—
Harris comforted her in a soft voice and placed a bag of popcorn in her hand.
“No, I’m not a child! Why do you keep giving me food like this every time I say something? “You know that it was something I couldn’t help, right?”
Then, this time, she seemed to be dissatisfied with the treatment and complained again, but of course she did not refuse the popcorn in her hand.
Shapiron, who was quietly walking along the forest path and snacking diligently, looked back at him as if something suddenly occurred to him.
“Now that I think about it, Harris didn’t have a chance to look around the streets either. Where did you get this? “Did you shamelessly go out alone?”
“ah! I received a gift. It was a gift. Why isn’t there a friend I met a while ago, big guy? “Before we parted ways, he gave me various things in a subspace magic tool.”
“Ah… that amazing person? At first, I thought they were relatives of the beast people. … uh? “If it’s Yongin, isn’t that also wrong?”
I lightly diverted my attention to avoid an embarrassing topic, but she fell for it again and tilted her head in useless worry.
But at that time, there was someone who stepped in to solve the problem.
“no no! Miss, do you think Suin and Yongin are very different?”
A prisoner who seemed to have heard their conversation approached them cheerfully.
He has a wild mane like a lion and is not as big as Harley, but is big enough.
It was Lionel, the representative lion beast of the Wild Land, who had taken up a position against the Immortal King’s attack.
“Beast people are just that kind of race from birth, and dragon people are creatures artificially created by dragons. Of course, it is possible for dragons created in this way to pass on their blood to future generations through reproduction, but their roots are still completely different.”
He spoke to them in such a friendly manner that one wondered if he was the one who didn’t say anything during the entire meeting and only went wild when fighting.
“But what is that thing in your hand, young lady? “It smells delicious somehow?”
…Probably he didn’t approach because he was fascinated by food.
Although it seemed a little selfish.
“Oh, this?”
And at that explicit question, Shapiron’s eyes widened and he handed Lionel the bag of popcorn that was still rustling.
Perhaps it was Harris’s misunderstanding that he thought she was a glutton, but she acted without hesitation, as if she didn’t care at all about giving to others.
“I already ate it all. Would you like to smell it?”
“…No, it’s okay, lady. “Even if you don’t go that far, I have a good nose.”
I guess I just had no regrets because it was just an empty bag.
He paused for a moment, probably because he was quite embarrassed by her shamelessness, but then cleared his throat and spoke again.
“Hmm, anyway, I am indebted to the Elven Kingdom in many ways. Thanks to my brother there, I was able to defeat the Immortal King and receive help in moving between continents.”
“It’s good to help each other if you can. By the way, Lionel, I heard that you were seriously injured at the time. Are you feeling okay now?”
“huh? iced coffee! of course. How much time has passed since then, do you still think about it? “Furthermore, if you can’t shake yourself off and wake up after receiving intensive treatment at the Great Hall, you can’t be called a beast!”
It was indeed the pride of a beastman born with an innately strong body.
“Useup, we need to quickly build a temple for the main religion in this enamel. Did you hear the news? “Something big is happening in the capital of the empire right now.”
“…Yes, the Immortal King invaded Zeron.”
However, since they were already moving through the forest path, there was nothing they could do.
In the first place, they came as envoys rather than combat support, so it would have been difficult to do anything.
“If we had been able to move through the temple gate, we would have been able to respond more immediately… In fact, it was discussed once three hundred years ago, but it was said that it fell apart after the Immortal King fell.”
Of course, among the different races of the Enamel Continent, there were priests who prioritized the main religion over their own religion, but their religious facilities were limited to large temples.
Of course, there was not a single temple that met the minimum requirements for installing a gate.
In order to build a temple, not only all kinds of materials but also many high-ranking priests were needed, and in order to satisfy all the conditions on the Enamel Continent, cooperation at the racial level was necessary.
‘But no matter how much respect they have for the main lord, it is difficult for those who have separate official religions to help.’
I won’t necessarily interfere, but that doesn’t mean I can directly help build the temple.
It is said that the need arose 300 years ago, but in other words, it means that there was no particular need for it for the next 300 years.
‘Still, everyone responded positively at this summit. When we return this time, a decision will be made after separate discussions between the leaders of different races.’
Then, the temple will be able to be built quickly with continent-level support.
The high elves will probably be in charge of bringing the necessary high-ranking priests from the Ion Continent.
‘…It seems like the need as a means of transportation is becoming more and more important.’
High elf candidate Harris made a subtle expression.
Because it’s no one else’s business anymore.
At that time, something big was happening on the Aeon Continent.
The cross-ethnic delegation, including Harris, was peacefully strolling through the forest without incident.
***
The third central dining room of the Grand Temple of Roselia.
“Khahaha—! You’re feeling a little hungry now! It was the first time in a while that I exercised vigorously and I felt very empty. “It’s a little lacking, but overeating is not good, so should we stop here?”
There was someone who majestically walked out of that door, patting his stomach with a happy face….
“Well, I said I could just roughly season it and grill it. Perhaps because they are the chefs of the Great Hall, their sense of duty is as strong as their skills! “Thanks to you, I had a good meal.”
It was Harley, a barbarian warrior who went to Jeron for support and then returned to the Holy Land.
And in the kitchen inside the restaurant he went to, the chefs were all breathing heavily and hanging out as if a war had already taken place.
“…As expected, he is a strong enemy. “Today is more than before.”
“They say it was right after they came back from a fierce fight outside, so that must have had an impact.”
“Hehehe, but it doesn’t work for us. Our 3rd Central Kitchen is the very best of the Daesinjeon…”
“Over there… Chef?”
The head chef carefully cut off his words as he was enjoying his victory.
Of course, I could fully understand the chef’s feelings.
When the food he had prepared with great care disappeared down his throat in just a few seconds, he almost lost his heart.
However, this is one of the places responsible for meals at Daesinjeon.
As he faced hundreds of crusaders and paladins every day, the glutton had a lot of tolerance.
But that was exactly the problem.
“It’s almost dinner time. It’s already a bit delayed, so if we don’t start preparing right now…” “
…That’s right.”
The meal provided to Harley, a guest who helped the church with its work, was not a previously scheduled task.
This meant that they had not yet begun their original task of satisfying countless starving ghosts through rough training.
“Okay. You can’t say something this weak. Move quickly, you guys! How long are you going to stay there? “We are Roselia’s most elite, the 3rd Central Kitchen!”
“yes! “Chef!”
They took their exhausted bodies and began preparing for a new war.
Since I was fighting to the death against a formidable opponent during a time when I should have been resting, I didn’t know if a few people would collapse after everything was over…
but even if that really happened, there was no problem.
That’s because this was the Great Temple of Roselia, boasting the best medical facilities on the continent!
“Uh—should I have eaten a little more? “I’m already a little hungry…”
After leaving the kitchen where determination was swirling, Harley walked down the hallway of the main shrine, muttering something that would have made the chefs cringe if they had heard.
In fact, you can eat all the meat that is piled up in subspace, but isn’t it natural that food prepared by a chef is more delicious?
To others, it might have seemed like he was just pouring it down his throat, but his transcendent sense of taste did not miss even the slightest taste even in that brief moment.
‘No, it’s done. At this rate, I ate more than usual. ‘No matter how free it is, it would be unconscionable to want more from here.’
Although he had expended a considerable amount of energy dealing with Hans and the Immortal Army, this level of consideration was a basic skill as he considered himself the last conscience of this era.
‘…By the way, Heinrich still needs some time.’
Harley, who only volunteered as a customer, was able to return right after her work at Xeron was over.
However, Heinrich had no choice but to stay there to clean up after the matter, and since the matter was serious, it was difficult for him, who could be said to be the most responsible person in the church, to leave immediately.
‘In addition, the Grand Shrine of Xeron is experiencing a labor shortage due to the problem of sending troops to the Principality of Rohan and this incident.’
Still, the distance between Jeron and the Holy Land was not that far, so there was enough room to send Harley back here.
Afterwards, the workers of the Great Temple of Roselia left for that direction, so Heinrich will be able to return soon.
‘But somehow this matter was put to an end.’
After the Immortal King’s invasion of the capital.
Starting with the imperial family, the entire capital was struggling to control the situation, from the imperial leadership to the back alley organizations and the bottom of society.
In the end, the imperial palace barrier was not destroyed until the end, so no additional damage occurred there… Not only were
many of the knights who had to directly confront the Immortal King dead or injured, but the Imperial Guard Captain, a master-level knight, was also seriously injured and was left for the time being. I had to go into nursing.
The situation was the same for noble families and other organizations that were attacked on a large scale at the same time.
The immortal army, which was subordinate to Hans and was able to accept some of its magical power, was given some of the abilities of the “Eye of the Abyss”, also known as the evil karma discriminator, and the cleansing proceeded quite mercilessly.
‘There are limits to Olivia’s ability to control everything by herself. Of course, the standards are harsher than usual.’
Well, that can’t be helped, right?
If you’re dissatisfied with that, you shouldn’t have done bad things on a regular basis.
His usual theory was that if someone had to sacrifice anyway, it had to be a villain.
of course.
He himself had already realized for a long time that he was by no means ‘good’.
‘…Anyway, Ise-ah seemed to have a stronger bond with the princess than I thought. I expected it to some extent, but he was more active than I expected. Also, now we will have to take care of the prisoners, so this is….’
“Oh, Harley? “You are here. Can I talk to you for a moment?”
While Harley, lost in thought, was heading to the training ground to exercise after dinner, someone suddenly approached him and started talking to him.
One of those who brought him here by recommending him to the death squad.
He was the secretary-general who oversaw the mercenary guild’s practical affairs on behalf of its signature ‘Mercenary King’.