The World-Class Extra’s Walkthrough - Chapter 5

Episode 5

A different path from the original

“Are you going to wait here?”

The player character’s voice was sinister.

“Isn’t that your intention to wait for your guards who are chasing us now?”

“….”

“Answer me. “Am I wrong?”

The voice was raspy, as if caught somewhere, but had a sharp, piercing quality.

I frowned as I received the gaze pouring in from the darkness.

‘What on earth is it?’

I couldn’t be kind to the unidentified person who naturally took the seat I was supposed to be in.

He was also a man of great stubbornness who did not show his face to me even during the forced march of the past three days.

‘It doesn’t seem like he’s even taking his eyes off.’

…Dirty guy.

Anyway, I hadn’t opened my mouth to say a single word for the past three days, so even if I wanted to find out, there was no way, but it was only today that I finally opened my mouth.

‘Let’s figure out as much as we can.’

First of all, its eye level was a little higher than mine, and its body felt as heavy as its stomach.

Considering that Gilroshan is quite tall and chubby, this means that he has a massive figure like a bandit.

And the decisive spirit he gave off was completely different from that of the prince.

“When you hit the nail on the head, you put a lock on the snout.”

If Giloshan is a fat domestic pig, this is a male wild bear.

“If you don’t open your mouth, will I tear you apart left and right?”

Sreung.

I pulled out the blade.

Now it looks like a black bear with its claws out and threatening humans?

The guy was really growling like a wild animal.

“Do you think you don’t know what you mean by coming here and screwing us over? “There is no way.”

He doesn’t seem to like my suggestion to wait here for a while.

But instead of explaining, I just quietly scratched my cheek.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t talk to people whose names I don’t know.”

“…!”

“That’s it. “Don’t be so nervous.”

I scratched it gently to provoke him.

“You bastard!”

Gomtaeng began to tremble with anger.

‘It’s surprisingly simple, isn’t it?’

Then it becomes much easier.

I stared into the darkness inside the hood and grinned.

“Did I say something wrong? That’s natural courtesy, right? How can you talk to someone you don’t know their face or name? “Change your position and think about it.”

“I saved your life, but you didn’t even know the subject…!”

“Stop it.”

High Priest Varmilo intervened between Gomtaengi and me.

And I felt quite aggrieved by the eyes that looked at the two of us as if they were reprimanding us.

He started the fight first!

Why are you killing my spirit?

“Whoa.”

The old man sighed heavily and turned his gaze towards Gomtaeng without saying a word.

It was like giving permission for something.

Then Gomtaeng was lost in thought for a moment and nodded slightly as if he had no choice.

This time, Bamilo turned to me and introduced Gomtaengi.

“3rd prince, this is ‘Irgal.’”

“So are you a priest?”

“No, Irgal is not a member of our priesthood, but he can be said to be a comrade who shares in the cause of revolution.”

‘also.’

One question that had been on my mind the whole time was resolved.

From the beginning, what I was curious about was not Gomtaengi’s name or anything like that.

Oh, whatever the name is.

It didn’t matter whether it was David or Juliet or anything.

‘Rather, what is the relationship between Gomtaengi and the Revenge Priesthood?’

This was more important to me.

‘So you’re a mercenary?’

This was important.

In the original scenario of < Shin.Ver.se >, the player’s character does not appear as someone who belongs somewhere.

Players can choose their own faction through their own choices.

You can remain loyal until the end, or betray and move to another faction when necessary.

Being able to travel this world freely while moving like a mercenary was a privilege that the protagonist of < The World Forsaken by God > could enjoy.

And this seemed to apply to that Gomtaengi as well.

‘Irgal?’

I’ve never heard of an NPC with such a strange name.

No matter how insignificant the NPC was, you should have heard its name, but it was completely unfamiliar.

It feels like a warning siren is blaring in my head.

‘This guy is not an NPC.’

Maybe….

‘Maybe he’s originally a human being in reality, just like me.’

I took a small step back.

If my prediction was correct, we couldn’t get closer.

Even though I was the NPC 3rd prince, I planned to take what the player needed to take first.

At that time, Irgal opened his mouth again.

“Well, now that you know my name, you can answer, right, Third Prince? is not it?”

“…I guess so.”

“Shall I speak for you? “We refer to your knights and wizards as ‘bears,’ ‘orioles,’ and ‘pigs.’”

“I feel bad for the pig, and every word I say has a pig-like tone to it.”

I grumbled, but Yrgal didn’t even seem to listen.

“First of all, ‘Bear’ is ‘Carls Silion’, a 6-star knight who follows you like a shadow. In the world, he is said to be a promising talent that would be a shame to attach to a bastard prince. “I also quite agree with this assessment.”

“Thank you for your clear explanation and heartbreaking sentiments.”

“And ‘Oriole’ is ‘Tirvaen Sui’, whose name value has fallen since he was appointed as your magic teacher, but is still famous as a seven-star witch. As expected, he is a talent that would be a waste to have by your side.”

“Your detailed explanation seems a bit wasteful to me. Why don’t you just close the spout and go away?”

“….”

The next moment there was a short silence.

Hiss.

The blade touched the tip of my nose with the sound of cutting through the wind.

A swift sword so fast that Gilroshan’s eyes can’t even see it properly.

“Stop thinking about being a pig. If you wait for them, you will die here. “I have never forgiven anyone who holds me back.”

“….”

Life was so miserable that I threw up my hands.

It felt like Gilroshan’s body couldn’t even withstand a single finger from Irgal.

But I smiled quietly.

“You decide that?”

Then Irgal’s momentum suddenly broke.

“what?”

“It’s up to the Priests of Vengeance to decide whether to kill me or not, right? Why do you want to decide that, man?”

“men and horses?”

“Yeah man. High Priest Varmilo, am I wrong?”

As I pointed out earlier, Irgal is a mercenary, not a priest.

So whether to kill me, forgive me, or roast me was not within this Gomtaeng’s authority.

I knew exactly that.

“The Order of Vengeful Priests decides the fate of the 3rd prince…”

The old man pondered those words and nodded.

“That is correct.”

Irgal stiffened at those words.

After all, he’s an old man! 5252! I believed it!

“…but.”

Before I could finish expressing my inner joy, the old man’s cold gaze fell on my face.

“I also disagree with that point. “Why do we have to wait here?”

High Priest Varmilo gave Irgal’s hand.

“Like I said, the 3rd Prince’s guards must be following us with lights in their eyes? Are you really going to wait for them? “Is that such a shallow intention?”

“There is no time. Just change it to a corpse and take it with you. “High priest.”

The two people who could not trust me were ready to draw their swords again at any moment.

But the moment I opened my mouth, they had no choice but to shut their mouths.

“Marquis Elon Royte, leader of the special task force. Do you know?”

“…?”

“…?”

“i know? I don’t know? “The two of you, don’t just put a question mark on your head, just answer.”

Then Bamilo swallowed his saliva and said.

“Of course I know. Are you sure you don’t know one of the three great magic swordsmen of the empire? But could it be…?”

That’s it then.

I turned to Irgal and asked a question.

“Can you fight and win? What if we go one-on-one with the Marquis of Reuth?”

“….”

There is no answer from Irgal.

“Then how about we stick together with the entire Priesthood of Vengeance? “Can we win then?”

“….”

Still, it was the same.

Even if about 15 more priests jump in, Elon Royt cannot be defeated.

I sighed.

“If you go straight like this, you idiot, Elon Royt, not me, will catch you.”

If you get caught by that monster, it won’t end in amputation.

“They just get eaten up. I don’t know?”

In the original setting, Marquis Elon Royte was a monster who achieved the nine-star level with a sword.

‘By player standards, this means that we have reached level 90.’

As you go up to a higher level, the experience required to level up increases exponentially.

So, even if you look at the entire continent, the level was so high that it could be counted on one hand.

But are you going to jump in his face now?

“If you want to commit suicide, do it alone. But the water temperature in the silver river flowing to the south is warm, so that might be better. Please take note.”

If you really want to disappear without leaving behind a single corpse, attacking the Marquis of Royt wouldn’t be a bad choice.

“…The dagger of the empire is in front of me?”

Irgal’s voice became heavy.

This is a bit surprising.

‘I thought you were going to ask me how I could believe that.’

So, if you don’t believe me, I was going to push you to go and feel it with your whole body.

“Like you said, that would be suicide.”

Surprisingly, I accepted it obediently and was relieved.

Tsk.

Still, he wasn’t a completely thoughtless guy. Unfortunately.

“…So what are you saying?”

Varmilo asked me another question as I pouted.

“If Elon Royt and his knights are really blocking the gate as the 3rd Prince said, then there is no way for us to break through? “What kind of solution is there to wait here?”

“Heng.”

I picked my ears.

Do you think you’ll just get over it after being treated with such contempt?

“Where are all the gentlemen who didn’t trust what people said and only said what they wanted to say? You suddenly became polite? under! really! me! This is why they say black-headed animals are not harvested!”

“…Keuhum.”

“Oh clear your throat? I know how to clear my throat too! nice! hmm! nice! hmm!”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“If all was said and done by saying sorry, the world would be infinitely peaceful and there would be no stabbings! “Don’t fill me in with words, but show sincerity!”

I deliberately made a loud noise to provoke Irgal.

But the guy didn’t react much.

“Do you mean sincerely?”

I raised my finger at Varmilo, who frowned.

Listen carefully, Yeongtaeng.

“If you follow my words from now on, we will pass through the gate safely and enter Aurax without anyone getting hurt.”

“…!”

“Well, if that happens!”

“…?”

My fingers moved.

I got to the point.

“Let us make a promise in the name of God. “Just get me one thing.”

“thing? “What object?”

“First, the promise. Please save me at all costs. “Promise me in the name of the god Aeolem.”

Then, Varmilo’s eyes shook greatly.

He looked at Irgal in confusion, then looked at the other priests, and an earthquake was occurring in his pupils.

I threatened him.

“If you don’t trust me this time, we’ll all die together. In particular, you will be torn apart by that sword master. Do you understand?”

“….”

My real message was this.

‘Shut up and follow me.’

Otherwise you will be left behind.

Anyway, the territory of this empire was the same enemy territory for me and the priests.

The 3rd prince cannot return to the imperial palace.

And assassins who infiltrated enemy countries.

Whether you like it or not, you have to hold hands.

Varmilo probably realized it too late and said with a sigh.

“I know things are going a bit strangely, but I will do it. “If it’s something I can’t save anyway, God will do something.”

That’s a pretty irresponsible and good remark for a priest.

‘Okay, that’s it.’

I turned my head towards the road we had taken.

Quiet forest paths and thorn bushes.

I shouted loudly towards that place.

“Carls!”

“…?”

“Hey, are you listening now? “I know everything here!”

I can feel everyone’s expressions freezing.

‘Could it be here?’

‘already? Since when?’

‘how? Nonsense!’

But I was confident.

It was just three days.

I’m already very slow on foot, so I walked leaving traces here and there, but you didn’t see this?

Unless your eyes are knotholes, that can’t be possible.

“Come out quickly!”

The moment I shouted, two shadows stood up from between the bushes.

“….”

“….”

6-star knight ‘Carls Silion’ and 7-star witch ‘Tirbaen Sui’.

They were the ‘bear’ and the ‘oriole’ who guarded the ‘pig’ called Giloshan.

“Damn it! Why…!”

The concealment magic disappeared, and Carl’s handsome face was revealed through pale blonde hair.

I was hiding and looking for an opportunity, but a bewildered look on my face asked me why I was hitting the candle.

But I wasn’t very interested in his brilliant features.

However, that platinum hair…

‘That is the symbol of the Marquis of Reuth.’

Not the Counts of Carls!

A symbol of the Marquis of Reuth family!

It was like that.

The 9-star knight Elon Royte, who was blocking my path, and my bodyguard, Carls Silion, were related by blood.

Inseparable, more powerfully connected than anything else…

‘It’s like father and son.’

Why is it like that?

It’s all about the secret of birth, right?

It often appears in morning dramas, right?

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