The World-Class Extra’s Walkthrough - Chapter 25

Episode 25

Disguised Identity

A room in the cold sun.

“…hmm.”

Tyrvaen locked the door and fell asleep, saying he wanted to replenish his empty magic power.

Carls followed my instructions and took Thompson with him to get some supplies.

And I was left alone.

For a moment, I looked out the window blankly at the unfamiliar silence I had not seen in a long time.

I was lost in thought as I wandered around the center of the room.

“…Why on earth did you do that?”

No matter how much I think about it, I still don’t understand it?

‘Why did you lie like that?’

Irgal.

I couldn’t help but think about that guy who told me such outrageous lies.

On the way to run away after robbing the black market, he definitely said this to me.

‘When you arrive in the cold sun, tell the owner my name. Then I’ll give you a room.’

There was so much composure in his voice that I almost mistook him for the owner’s hidden son.

However, Lucard said he did not know the name Irgal.

‘Irgal? ‘This is my first time hearing this name!’

He was so adamant that it was embarrassing to stop him and ask him for no reason.

I relived that moment and thought about Irgal.

‘What were you thinking when you said such nonsense? There definitely seems to be something there.’

Of course, you can just skip it.

All I could think about was that he just wanted to tease me.

But there were some doubts.

After Irgal crossed the alley and disappeared.

“…The author appears to be from the southern Duchy of Wyler.”

That’s what Carls said to me as he sneaked up on me.

I was embarrassed.

“huh? who?”

“Irgal. I think he’s from the Duchy of Wyler. I’m not entirely sure, but I think so. “

…I never thought I’d say this line.

“How do you know that? Do you also have prophet syndrome?”

Then Carls silenced me with an extremely chivalrous answer.

“That unique step is included in the martial arts that is only taught in the Duchy of Wyler. “It is a walking technique known as the ‘dance of the arrows.’”

“…!”

It was a footwork that I vaguely recognized, but Carls used the keen senses of a six-star knight to recognize it accurately.

‘Dance of Arrows.’

That was a skill included in the A-class fate card, ‘Dawn Assassin’.

As Carls said, it was also a skill that could only be found in the Duchy of Wyler.

‘Because the Dawn Assassin card itself is a card that appears only as a special quest reward for the Wyler family.’

In conclusion, if Cals and I were not mistaken, Irgal was definitely from the Duchy of Wyler.

It was clear that he had at least spent a considerable amount of time in the southern region.

‘The Duchy of Wyler.’

It was one of the vassal states of the Baltic States.

Although it was a small territory centered around a grand ducal family, it was a wealthy country with a large port and built its wealth by arranging trade with other continents.

And since the Duchy of Weiler is a vassal state of the Baltic States, it belongs to the imperial army camp.

‘A character who invested enough time and effort to become an early morning assassin suddenly enters the revolutionary army camp?’

It’s also suspicious.

I had fundamental doubts about Yrgal assuming the position of player character.

So, I was completely focused on chasing after him.

‘Since I’ve already been involved with the Hyeopsadan, should I go there and give them a request before starting the quest?’

But that was an unnecessary thought.

Because the person who came to me a while later solved the problem.

* * *

The restaurant on the first floor was very quiet after meal time.

Lucard was just gently washing dishes behind the counter.

I took a seat far away from him and sat across from my visitor.

The old man opened his mouth.

“Shan, I brought here what you asked for.”

“…Shan?”

What are you talking about?

“What’s wrong? “Is that your name?”

Does this old man have dementia?

Why is this so disgusting?

Until yesterday, you always called me 3rd prince, but now that you’ve become closer, you’re suddenly giving me a nickname?

“…ah.”

As I looked at High Priest Varmilo’s face, I realized it a little later.

‘Is this the Sons’ Savior Quest?’

‘Shan’ was not a nickname.

It was a disguised identity.

“Now here.”

Varmilo gently pushed the items he had taken out of his arms onto the table.

One is the glasses called ‘Walacas’ Eyes’ that I asked for.

And the other one was an ID card.

< Resident ID >

The Great Church of Aeolem guarantees that ‘Shan Aledro’ is a legitimate resident of Auracus.

The ID card with the archbishop’s seal had a photo of ‘Shan Alredro’ and his date of birth written underneath.

“…I suddenly turned 17.”

“Oh, so I guess I’ll have to speak informally then?”

“Why are you putting on a useless play when no one is listening?”

“Think of it as practice.”

Didn’t you just get tired of being treated like a prince?

Originally, the name on this fake ID was written by taking one letter from the player’s name.

That’s why I also became ‘Shan’.

Kals became ‘Kal’ and Tirbaen became ‘En’.

In this way, we changed our identities to Allred, the three siblings.

“But why is Carl the eldest and I am the youngest? “We also have a command system!”

I protested vehemently, but High Priest Varmilo pretended not to hear it.

“But we couldn’t stop the escaped prisoner’s leaflets from being circulated, so we should avoid directly fighting with the city guard or getting noticed.”

“And this is a bar full of city guards?”

“Honestly, this choice was truly surprising. “They said it was unknown, but I never thought they would use this bar like this.”

I burst out laughing at those words.

“I will write well. And this too.”

When I held the glasses, they naturally changed size and shape.

It mutates to fit my face perfectly.

‘Walacas’ eyeball.’

These magic glasses made by demons were an artifact that assisted the trajectory of projectile weapons such as bows and crossbows.

If you attach this and pull the bowstring, you will be able to see where and how the arrow will fly.

And somehow, I feel like my eyesight is getting a little better. Is it an illusion?

“…It is a loan only to a certain extent. “Keep that in mind.”

I had to hold back laughter at Bamilo’s words, which seemed to quell what was boiling over.

These glasses were originally owned by the leader of the revolutionary army.

‘But fortunately, the commander-in-chief is away right now.’

So I told old Varmilo to steal these glasses from the commander’s study.

A promise made in the name of God.

This is how they used the promise that they would provide the priests with an item if they safely escaped the imperial territory.

“What is it? Let’s say we borrow it. “I don’t know exactly how long I will be borrowing it.”

“…ha.”

The high priest sighed, but did not forget his duty.

“The ritual will begin at ‘Dark Cliffs’ in the forest northeast of Aurax.”

The ritual that Varmilo was talking about was the ‘Red Wind Ritual’.

It was an event held by children in the revolutionary camp to be recognized as adults.

It was the scene of the event ‘Dying Sons’ and also the stage for the quest ‘Guardian of the Sons’ that I had to complete.

“We have done everything we can at our church. Even creating a new identity for you and adding your name to the list. “You are all ready to participate in the Red Wind Ritual.”

After speaking up to that point, Varmilo quietly knocked on the table and looked at me.

“What are you going to do now? “What will you do to prevent the boys from being slaughtered?”

“….”

It would be an important question for him.

‘Murder.’

That was correct.

Almost all of the boys who participate in this ritual die due to accidents.

A monster wave occurs so large that it destroys part of the forest, and the boys are unable to avoid it and are killed.

‘Even for a game scenario, it was quite cruel.’

This tragedy happened inside the revolutionary army camp.

It was an internal crime planned and carried out directly by a priest of the Church of Cysiris, a rival to the Church of Aeolem.

‘It’s hard to call this a betrayal.’

Should we call it a team kill to expand the power and influence of one’s own sect?

The Church of Cysirith has a law against accepting men as priests.

Accordingly, the majority of priests were female, and to them, ‘boys’ were merely future resources for other factions.

So the plan was to eliminate them, leaving only the girls.

Now that it has become a reality, it is a truly cold and terrible idea.

So how do we stop this incident?

‘How do I solve the quest? This is probably the question.’

< Shin.Ver.Se > was, above all, a game that aimed for free play, so there were many different ways to solve this quest.

First method.

“A sure win. From here, we might be able to destroy the Church of Cysiris first. “What if we send explosives to the cathedral?”

“What what?”

High Priest Varmilo’s face turned white.

“The 3rd prince must be joking, right? Please say so.”

I was so surprised that even the disgusting nickname disappeared.

I chuckled.

“Of course I’m joking. “If a cathedral explodes in the middle of the city, it would be as serious as children dying. Will the leader just wait and see?”

“…It sounds like it’s a good idea to try it once if the commander-in-chief is just going to wait and see.”

“Hahahaha how did you know?”

And the second.

“It might be possible to assassinate the instigator of the tragedy before the incident occurs.”

“hmm? How do you find out the culprit? “Is there any way to find out?”

“There won’t be a priest dispatched to the site to conduct the Nacham ceremony. Of course she is the culprit.”

Then Varmilo shook his head.

“There is not just one priest to be dispatched from the Kisiris Cathedral. A total of five people. “There’s no way they were all involved in this.”

That is correct.

In fact, it was the actions of one person.

High Priest Varmilo crossed his arms and sighed.

“If we can’t pick out the culprit among the five people, we’ll have to kill them all. “Isn’t that possible?”

“That could be possible…”

“I hope you tell me it’s a joke this time too, Shan.”

“It’s a joke. ha ha ha.”

Of course, I also know which of the five priests is the culprit.

So, I could have just picked it out and dealt with it.

But it won’t.

In its own way, it causes a backlash within the revolutionary army and is a way to become a bit tired…

‘More than anything, the reward is sweet.’

As a result, nothing happens and the story ends with only the priestess dying, so the seriousness of the incident decreases and the value of the action that prevented it is not properly recognized.

‘The only time you realize that something precious is precious is after you lose it.’

Therefore, we will not use a method to block the event in advance.

“I will do it this way.”

As I leaned forward and opened my mouth, I felt the high priest tense.

“For now, we will just let it happen. “I won’t even bother you.”

“…?”

“But we’re going to make sure no one dies. Even the priest who led this.”

“…!”

Originally, the Jinttobaegi route for this quest was a fire.

“How?”

I smiled while looking at Varmilo’s shaking eyes.

“It’s a bit difficult to explain everything, but the Aeolem Church is just pretending not to know. “Don’t show it off.”

“Then what is the evil of the incident?”

“So you have to be judged from within the revolutionary army, right? “The whole story of the incident will be revealed.”

Then Varmilo nodded.

“I understand. Following the Archbishop’s lead, I will also trust you.”

I really appreciate that.

“…Anyway, that’s it.”

I slowly turned my head and looked at the counter.

The owner, Lucard, was now cleaning spoons one by one.

‘He said he didn’t know Irgal at all.’

A question that has been lingering in my head the whole time.

What exactly is that child?

“Priest Irgal told me to put his name here. “The owner actually said he didn’t know Irgal?”

Then, High Priest Varmilo’s eyes widened slightly.

“Did Irgal really say that?”

“Yes, I just felt embarrassed for no reason.”

“Hmmmm.”

The high priest thought for a moment and nodded.

“Okay, so that means it’s okay to tell me.”

“…?”

“Actually, Irgal isn’t his real name. It’s his pseudonym.”

I frowned.

‘Irgal’ was actually a pseudonym?

How secretive and noble a person can be when he hides his face so tightly?

“Then what is that bastard’s real name?”

“Hmm, that’s….”

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