Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 118

◈Episode 118 To a Faraway Land (12)

Ekua watched the friendly sparring and had a conversation with Atart, the chief of Bigabol.

Atart, who did not look down on him because he was young or because Serhan’s power was weak, was a very pleasant person to talk to.

【Haha, this was a great match again.】

Of course, there were some… strange corners. The tone and meaning of the words were extremely polite, but a strangely cold feeling arose.

Especially when you look directly into Atart’s pitch black eyes.

【We lost this time too. I think I need to learn how to train warriors from Chief Atart.】

Ekua clapped his hands at the warriors, trying to figure out if the cause of his discomfort was the remnants of Jatav’s attack or something else.

After sparring, the warriors showed courtesy to each other and then went down to the duel arena.

【Who’s next? Ah, is it Safar? It’s already the last time. It’s a pity.】

Atart didn’t bring many warriors to begin with, so the friendly sparring is already nearing its end.

【On our side…】

But personally, I was overjoyed. This is why it is better to conserve power unless additional Jatav attacks may occur.

【…?】

However, during the conversation, the Bigabol warrior who was on stage showed strange behavior. He threw something round.

【Chief!】

Bang!

I couldn’t see the scene properly after that. That’s why the warrior standing next to him hugged him.

However, there were many things that sounded like replacements. The sound of heavy drinking and stabbing that will make your ears tingle, and the sound of someone screaming and shouting.

【What happened….】

I am not as confident in martial arts as I am in my underdeveloped body. Moreover, wasn’t the previous chieftain attacked by an assassin supposedly sent by Jatav?

I can understand the feelings of the warriors surrounding him tightly. I can understand.

【Let go so we can understand the situation!】

But he was the chief.

Equa didn’t struggle, but stuck his head out to understand the situation. Eight eyes scanned the surroundings at once and made a decision.

【How could you…!】

【Sorry Atart. You must die.】

It is treason. Of Bigabol, not of Serhan.

Cheaeng!

While Ekua was looking at the situation, Atart confronted the traitor.

I wondered if the reputation of being the strongest warrior before the chieftain was indeed a lie. Atart not only overcame the sneak attack, but also competed on equal terms with the three warriors.

Although there was a feeling of being slightly pushed back, it seemed like he would be able to overcome it with some outside help.

【Ekua, please help me!】

【Chief of Serhang, we are in the process of a legitimate succession. It wouldn’t be good to be hostile to us!】

But the moment we were about to order help, the traitors warned us. Ekua’s lips parted and stiffened for a moment.

【Ekua!】

I knew that Bigabol was divided into two groups: those who followed Atart in favor of reform and those who supported old customs. It’s hard to believe that he was so serious that he openly aimed for his head…

Even the people who started the rebellion were those who declared that Atart was the most trusted person.

It is said that half of those whom Atart trusted and brought in agreed with the rebellion.

That means the number of traitors is not normal.

What about Bigabol’s headquarters when Atart is away for a while? Could it be that the traitors have already taken control?

【Chief’s order!】

【What should we do?】

Ekua quickly wondered whether it would be good for Serhang to join hands with the traitors, or whether trusting Atart would be helpful in the future.

It would have been nice to have a priest, but even if she had been there, it would have been him who made the judgment. After all, he had to make a decision now.

【…Help Atart and punish the traitors!】

And the conclusion was reached.

Atart was also friendly to Serhan, but the existing forces that tried to push out Atart – old-fashioned thinkers – looked down on them, so if Atart won, it would be good for Atart. It was a judgment that included such thinking.

【Ekua!】

【Again!】

Despite saying this, the chief of Serhang suffered from severe doubts immediately after giving the order. Is this correct? Was this really right? I had doubts about my choice.

“what’s this.”

At that moment, an unintelligible language echoed throughout the hall.

The next thing that caught my eye were gray eyes that looked gloomy and quite tired.

“Rebellion?”

The traitor’s blade flew towards him.

* * *

“what’s this.”

What is this really?

When I saw the messed up situation, I unconsciously let out a weak sigh.

under. Watching them fight with each other even though they are tired makes me feel arrogant.

“Rebellion?”

If it’s a real rebellion, it’s a headache.

You can’t blindly raise one hand when you don’t even know why there is a civil war. I’m going to suffer some trouble later.

In addition, Koreans have experienced so many tyrants and dictators throughout history…

Honestly, when we hear the word ‘rebellion’, we reflexively look at the vested interests first and ask ‘Hoxy?’ This is what happened. I would now be embarrassed if it was a coup to seize power rather than a legitimate revolution.

【Die!】

But I had no choice. It’s because someone tried to attack me.

【Protect the guests!】

As the person who tried to attack was dealt with at once, others approached.

When I looked around to see if they were enemies, everyone turned their backs on me and were preparing to form a guard camp.

The question is whether they are on the rebel side or the victim side.

Since there is no attack, I have time to think. In order to understand the situation, I quickly checked the faces I had heard were the chieftain.

After looking closely for some time, I realized that those who rebelled seemed to belong to Bigabol – their clothes were like that – and funny enough, the Bigabol chief was targeted at his neck the most fiercely.

As for Serhan, well. It seems that the goal is to help Chief Bigabol and suppress the rebels.

For your information, the people protecting me are also Serhang. The guy who tried to attack me earlier looked like a big ball.

If I do this, my enemy is automatically determined.

Regardless of whether it’s a revolution or a coup, there’s no way he can be a good guy when he touches civilians, right? yes?

“after.”

With a sigh, I formed a magic spear and fired it. Swordsmanship is a skill chosen as a suboptimal skill to prevent allies from getting caught up in it.

It was also a pretty good choice as it had the advantage of being able to attack multiple people at once.

【Aaaaah!】

The enemies of Chief Bigabol were defeated in one fell swoop.

He then left the guard camp and kicked another guy who was attacking the Serhang warrior. Even if you can’t tell the difference between Bigaball and Bigaball, you can tell Pia apart from Serhan and Bigaball.

【On the topic of strangers!】

Then someone raised a sword at me. My hand pulled out the sword from my belt and flicked it away.

The magic power that had recovered about half while resting was deposited on the sword, adding sharpness to it.

Suddenly!

The opponent’s sword was cut off.

Phew!

“….”

But I guess I only dealt with opponents who had too many limbs. I forgot this one has six arms.

I dodged the attack that came late and struck the fourth and fifth sword strikes. Then he took a step back and put magic power into his right hand.

Sigh!

Four claw marks tore apart the enemy’s upper body. The body is not broken into pieces, but the wounds are deep, so moving will be difficult.

[What!]

Could that bewildering thing four steps away be an enemy? What comes after that?

I realized that not being able to communicate was causing more inconvenience than I thought.

【Atart!】

But what if you can’t distinguish between enemies? People other than me will tell the difference.

What is important is the act of protecting those whom you can be confident are your allies.

I headed to Chief Bigabol’s side in short steps. Even though I punched holes in the shoulders of three people, he was unable to free himself from the enemy.

【You…】

Should I refrain from killing you in case it could become a problem?

I grabbed the back of the person who was attacking the chief and threw him to the floor with my magical hands. The enemy, who was lightly swung as if hitting a doll, was thrown until the ground shook.

I don’t know for sure, but my back is going to hurt a bit.

Then, he threw away the other guy’s sword and hit him in the stomach. After a long period of experimentation, we have discovered a strength that does not cause death even if the ribs are crushed, so even if you are thrown into the air, you will not die. maybe.

“Who is the enemy?”

It’s more frustrating than that. It would be nice if the clothes were different. Who are these kids that I need to subdue?

“【I don’t know… ah.】 The author and the author are enemies.”

It was a godsend that this person knew how to speak my language. Following his instructions, I defeated the (presumed) rebels one by one.

They saw me and screamed something, but I just ignored them. If you ask me, you should speak two languages too.

Pow!

Separately, I don’t know if this is right.

After kicking the enemy, I lowered my sword as I saw the Archmage and Priest running towards me in a huff.

Funny enough, there isn’t a single drop of blood on the sword. It was natural since the sword did not cut other people’s bodies.

“What happened!”

“Don’t ask me.”

Do you understand?

I found a suitable pillar and leaned against it, watching the tribe members organize themselves. Part of me wanted to sit down as is – because it was strangely difficult – but that was an alternative I found because I was a cafeteria.

It was only then that I began to feel the pain from the battle, which was different from dealing with three people with six arms at the same time.

Because the level of pain perception is low, it’s like it’s not really there, but anyway.

“Are you okay?”

The Archmage expressed his concern over me. Most of them are just scratches, but the first wound is quite deep, so it seems like they are concerned about that.

“I will treat you.”

There is no reason to refuse. I beat the bruise with my eyes closed, whether she was there to treat me or not. It would be a pain if my thoughts took a strange turn, so I thought it would be better to clear my brain.

【Thank you for that.】

Meanwhile, a child came up to me. It was the chief of the Serhang side… I guess.

Roughly around the upper grades of elementary school? Kids these days grow up so fast that I can’t be sure, but it looks roughly that way. It comes a little higher than my chest.

【If it weren’t for you…】

It would be rude to call him Ai when he is the chieftain. Chief Serhang glanced at me with a flushed face.

Wondering where the priest is, she is giving orders to the warriors and organizing the situation.

“I want to thank you too.”

Before I could say anything, a slightly awkward tone spoke to me. It was Chief Bigabol, approaching with a slight limp, as if he had injured his leg.

“If you hadn’t helped me…”

He didn’t finish speaking. However, there are things that can be known even if the words are not complete. What’s more, I should have seen him being pushed away before I intervened.

“….”

Instead of speaking, the other person fell into silence, as if lost in sentiment.

His complex emotions are clearly visible on his face. Betrayal, anger, venom… If it was true that a rebellion had occurred, it was not a strange feeling. I wonder where the sadness has gone.

“How can I repay this debt?”

Still, he was not consumed by emotions for long.

The thick lines and distinct facial features looked straight at me. It’s been a long time since I met someone who is not from the Shaggy tribe but is at the same level as me.

“Not required.”

But there is only one answer I can give. How do I get paid if I didn’t act on a request?

As always, I expressed my refusal firmly. The other person, like everyone else, had a sad face.

“But…”

【He truly won’t receive anything in return.】

The Archmage who treated my shoulder removed his hand. It was a good intervention. I don’t want to reason. Please deal with me instead.

【I hope the two chieftains will accept it as a light favor.】

But don’t speak in a language I don’t understand. I feel isolated.

【So.】

【…Is this a light favor?】

【Yes. This is a light favor.】

It tells the story of being ostracized by being caught between two foreigners and one foreign language speaker.

I felt the strong pull of a cigarette and looked at the three people. Of course, the chief of Serhang never looked at him fiercely.

Respecting him as a chief means respecting him, and protecting him as a child means protecting him. The two can be compatible… maybe.

【Then, even if I invite you to Big Ball in return for grilled food, you won’t accept it?】

【Please understand.】

So when will you let me go? I feel awkward…

【It’s so… unfortunate.】

As I watched the atmosphere, which had been one-sidedly expressing gratitude just a moment ago, turn into a strange war of nerves, I wondered what the conversation was about.

Why are you having a snowball fight with the Archmage and Chief Bigabol?

“Are you okay?”

At that time, the Archmage turned his attention to me.

“If it’s okay, we’d better leave now. “Didn’t the Magic Tower ask you to come early?”

…You said you were taking a break earlier.

No, it’s okay if you don’t rest. It’s a bit strange because I feel like it was taken away from me.

What did we really talk about that made you take back your decision to take a break? Archmage, are you on bad terms with that side?

“….”

But my colleague is an Archmage. Is there any reason to be considerate of the chief who is meeting you for the first time?

Shouldn’t we help? Again, the damage is not that great. There were casualties, but they were only a small number, and I didn’t have the ability to treat them. But that doesn’t mean there’s anything left for me to catch.

At best, the damage to property was a little damaged, so I think we can just pretend not to notice and move on.

So I moved away from the pillar and followed her words. There doesn’t seem to be any need to go back there because the baggage is being held awkwardly by the hunters who are running after them.

【Chief Bigol, are you going to look at the treatment of the traitors… for a moment?】

At that time, a priest who seemed to have sorted things out to some extent came running towards me with a pale complexion.

Based on first impressions, you seem like a person who will remain calm and unwavering like an old tree.

Some of the envoys invited to the Jatav invasion also committed treason. Watching him forget his first impressions due to things he shouldn’t have been able to do, I feel like he’s going through a lot.

【Just take the time to thank you for your help…】

【It’s okay. How can we waste our time in a situation like this? Oh, please take away the hunter you gave me too. Isn’t a single hand precious?】

Well, what’s there to know?

I walked towards the hunters based on what the Archmage had quietly whispered—I guess we’ll have to carry the snake ourselves.

The hunters, who couldn’t bear to leave their precious snake behind and couldn’t even help because their hands were full when they brought it back, looked at me as if I were their savior.

【…What does a foreign warrior receive?】

【Ah… It’s Jahukaya. I guess he’s interested in eating magical power.】

I’m so glad that it comes with a strap that can be worn on the shoulder like a bag. I carried two on one shoulder and two in my other hand.

The Archmage followed right behind me, as if there was nothing more to say to them.

【…Eating magical power?】

【Isn’t that usually the only reason to pinpoint and capture Jahukaya?】

“I’ll take one too.”

“go away.”

There is no need for everything, just give me directions. The map doesn’t work. I don’t even have a compass. I can’t find my way here.

【Wait a minute!】

At that time, Chief Bigabol caught us. I wonder if the story is over. You’re so persistent. My brows furrowed.

【If you are interested in consuming magical power, how about this?】

【Chief, we…】

【This is a secret, but… Sangun also consumes magical energy.】

But I have no say. I watched Chief Bigabol speak to the Archmage while looking at Serhan.

【…! 】

【If you accept my invitation, I will prepare a place for you to meet Sangun. I will also appoint a priest to translate Sangunnim’s words. Oh, by the way, this is a secret. Recruiting the swamp priests who serve the Mountain Lords is only tacitly permitted, but is not permitted in principle. Anyway, what do you think?】

Separately, it seems like the Archmage took a hit in this conversation. The Archmage, who was gaping in shock, looked back at me.

“…Demon Knight.”

“What.”

“We… I guess we should go to Bigabol’s territory.”

…What conversation took place to come to this conclusion? I’m so dirty that I end up learning words.