Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 186

Episode 186: There may be some left (2)

Gang!

Berserk unconsciously closed his fingers as he looked at the two swords he encountered.

Can you win? That’s why I instinctively had that question.

“There must be a reason for Nauri Shinjeon to be like that…”

“Hmm. But that. Is that correct? No matter how I look at it…”

“Do you think they are watching?”

“I’m sure I’m not the only one who felt that way.”

Of course, this was a question that could not be easily answered. Because the Demon Knight was a man so strong that no one could dare compare him.

“Didn’t you say devil…?”

“Did you? “It doesn’t really look that way.”

“Isn’t it just that the adventurer over there made a rude remark to the Heretic Questioner?”

But did you feel defeated by the difference? If you ask me that, it wasn’t really a question.

In her view, the overwhelming strength of the Demon Knight comes from the amount of magical power it possesses, rather than its sense of fighting or the level of martial arts it is trained to possess.

“There is a high probability of that happening, but isn’t it difficult to see him as just another adventurer? The clothes look like a nobleman, and the way he fights…”

“He looks like a knight.”

“That’s what I said.”

Oh, that’s not to say that demon knights fight only by relying on magic power, or that there’s nothing special about it if you take away magic power.

From her experience, the Demon Knight seemed to be able to defeat quite a few strong players even if they removed their magic power.

“If that isn’t a news article, what would be a news article? Even the Heretic Questioner, known as the Grim Reaper, can’t move. “Is there a reason why Munmund is still standing even at that point?”

All she wants to say is this.

What makes the Demon Knight outside of the standard is the uniqueness of magical power. If she can compete with her natural ability minus the magical power, she might win.

No, she won.

“It’s scary… You should never go near it.”

“But why are you fighting with the knight and the Heretic Questioner?”

“I don’t know. “It’s not like the knight is a demon follower or anything, right?”

“…no way.”

But now?

Can she still win?

A genius is a genius. With one inhale, your posture changes and with one exhale, your posture is corrected.

“….”

Was it because of the convenience of magical power that swordsmanship had stagnated until now?

Can you win ‘Berserk’?

“…Move out of the way.”

“huh…? Wow yep.”

“Get out of the way, out of the way.”

“Ah, why is Mi… just wait a moment. “I’m going to get out of the way.”

Berserk held his breath as he watched the voice echoing in his head and the sword becoming freer and lighter as time went by.

You can’t win anymore.

“Move!”

“Huh!”

“Aren’t they Slander?”

“It’s a giant.”

And when the sword found its composure, it cut off the opponent’s sword as if it had no more regrets.

She stepped into the empty space where people had retreated.

“Get there. “It’s your loss.”

It was defeat.

her.

Of ‘Berserk’.

“Damn you sister! “Why aren’t you moving!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brother Jeon!”

“There’s a demon contractor—!”

She intervenes and the Inquisitor intervenes.

When the Heretic Questioner was subdued, the Demon Knight turned around without hesitation. What just happened didn’t seem to have had any effect on him.

It’s worth it. To him, it would be nothing more than a common occurrence and a fuss worthless to deal with.

“….”

It wasn’t wrong. No, it’s more than just wrong, it’s true.

Because language without the power to convey is nothing more than a meaningless echo.

“Demon Contractor? Are you really talking about a demon knight?”

“Then what are you talking about! No way, sister, that demon is—!”

For that reason, Berserk beat up the person who was still making a fuss. “Ugh!” Since he was only wearing armor on his upper body, not a full plate, it would have been quite difficult to get up.

But there was no reason for her to look at it.

“Berserk?”

“I’m going, priest.”

After all, there is a difference between courage and fortitude. The same goes for the determination to fight until the end and the struggle to admit it.

They were slightly and decisively different. It was a gap that could never be narrowed.

Also, that’s why… she hated the latter things to death. They were so stupid.

“Yes yes.”

“Wait a minute, you look like an accomplice too. Where are you going…”

“Um, brother. First of all, talk to me…”

“What need is there to talk! “There is evil that walks proudly!”

Just like her in the past.

『You may think that what you are doing now is right. You probably think this is the best thing.』

Berserk stopped walking without realizing it.

“Wrong. What you are doing now is just one of the stupidest things you can do.’

Then the teachings of the person I hated the most and was most thankful for resonated in a corner of my head. Or, she stopped walking because she heard the teaching at that time.

『Keep in mind. The reason you couldn’t protect yourself is because of your weakness, and the reason you’re still alive is because I, the strong one, showed mercy.』

Her enemy.

『Why did you show mercy? Of course, the first thing is that I am kind, and the second thing is that you are valuable.』

Teacher.

“what? You can’t believe it? So what are you going to do? Do you think reality will be different just because you don’t believe it? Stop being stupid. My mercy is proven only by the fact that I am patient with you.』

Now you are dead.

『Did you understand? The perseverance of the strong is itself proof of something! “Whether it is natural goodness, some trick, or whatever!” These

were the teachings of the man she had killed.

『So, quickly get rid of that ridiculous behavior and try to become stronger. “Become strong enough to kill me before I run out of patience and kill you.”

However, as I recall that teaching, a question arises.

She remembers his teachings, so why on earth is Berserk still so weak?

Even though she killed her enemy and teacher and took on the honor of being Berserk, why does she continue to exist as a weak person like she did back then?

Because you didn’t accept contradiction.

“…I am.”

You haven’t forgotten your anger, but you’ve forgotten the source of your anger, and that’s why you’re weak.

“Berserk is not weak.”

really? Are you serious?

The truth always hurts. More than cutting off intestines with a blade or cutting and gnawing bones.

“Berserk… is not weak.”

…How long will you last?

“So, if you have any complaints, you should come forward yourself. “Berserk won’t move.”

Therefore, Berserk pointed out the corners of his eyes.

“Because it will never move.”

I closed my eyes again.

It was a familiar exterior.

* * *

After wandering around for a while, I found an inn with a stable. It was an inn often used by merchants.

“Look at the horse…”

“It’s so big… It doesn’t look like it’s from an ordinary bloodline…”

“…If I ask you to breed it with the mare I have, you won’t be able to do it, right?”

“Is it okay? “It’s not even breeding season.”

However, I was a little worried because there were so many people coming and going and Frederick was such a prominent horse. I was wondering if someone had stolen it.

Purr.

“…It was a useless worry.”

no. If there was a guy who tried to kidnap me, I would kick him. I think you can let go of your worries.

“If anyone other than me or the stable keeper approaches, attack them. “You can kick it with your back foot.”

Fuhi hing.

Still, just in case, I prayed for God by offering apples, carrots and blueberries.

If you get kicked by a horse, a fractured rib can lead to death in severe cases, but there was nothing you could do about it. The security here was very unstable and the methods of recovering horses if they were stolen were very poor.

“okay.”

I also tipped the young stablekeeper generously and gave him careful attention.

Before leaving, Frederick said that if he was satisfied, he would give him more than the amount he had just given. The stable keeper’s eyes lit up and he shouted at him to leave it to him.

For some reason, they were more trustworthy than adults.

“yes. “I know a cheap but decent restaurant.”

“…Isn’t it a bit much to say that it’s our inn?”

I guess that’s right… because the room was expensive…

“Well, only I know about this place…”

Fortunately, the young stablekeeper knew the weight of the money in his palm. In addition, there is information about where it is delicious and where it is cheap.

“thanks.”

I happily added a tip to that information. If what I gave you earlier was flattery to tell me to pay attention to what I said, then this was the price of information.

“Wow again…! If you have any questions about the city, feel free to ask! “I’ll find out everything!”

Then he wanted to die because he liked the stablekeeper. After all, money was the best.

“Bye!!”

It’s good if you do it.

I guess I’ve finished the most urgent work. Why don’t you take a shower and go eat? It’s better to order lunch boxes as quickly as possible.

“It seems like the fruits and vegetables have become particularly fresh over the past few days. “The dry period is not over yet.”

“okay? “It looks the same to me.”

“How do you live with that perspective?”

“You may not know, but why are you complaining….”

“You said you were going to marry the daughter of a greengrocer, you idiot!!”

Then wait a moment. On the way back to the inn, I found a woman landing a flying kick and a man getting hit by it.

I’m not sure if they were siblings or friends, but they seemed very close.

“Oh Sasha, this is the first time I feel sorry for that girl.”

“No… why are we talking about Sasha here…”

“Isn’t that obvious? “Among the vegetable stores, the only ones that have girls our age are ours and Sasha’s store.”

“…No, that ha.”

“Huh or are you Marlene’s sister? If that’s the case, think differently. That girl isn’t a bad person, but her personality is a bit…”

“I’m going to turn around, really…”

Oh, I should correct this by saying we’re just friends. Although one side seems to want the relationship to be something other than friends.

“Okay, follow me. I will teach you how to choose vegetables and fruits. “Whether it’s Sasha or Marlene, would the greengrocers want to marry someone who doesn’t know anything about this?”

“…Does that include you too?”

“of course! “I will never tolerate this!”

“okay. “You can do it if you do it.”

Separately, I decided that I could get good fruits and vegetables if I followed those two people. After all, if you practice how to choose fruit, you will definitely distinguish between good and bad fruits. All I have to do is keep an eye out for good fruits and then buy them.

I put the feeling of discomfort aside—actually, I wasn’t even that dirty. The people here are really… I followed the two men and women.

The goal is snacks for Frederick.

“Oh my, how can you survive without me?”

“I don’t know. “Why not just die?”

“Are you saying that now? Are you kidding me? “You should think about becoming independent. What if you suddenly choose to die?”

“Why are you hitting me again…”

But as I was unintentionally eavesdropping on their conversation, someone suddenly came to mind. It was my parents.

“Ugh. Ugh. “When will we make this independent?”

“Can’t we just not make them independent?”

“Are you going to live your whole life doing nothing but doing your own thing? Because you don’t like it? “I also want to date soon.”

“…romantic relationship?”

“Yes, dating! Handsome! Have a strong body! Dating someone who knows how to eat vegetables!”

There is no particular reason why they came to mind. It’s just that the male side whines and the female side unintentionally puts up an iron wall, just like my parents.

To me, my father seems strict and a bit blunt… but in front of my mother, you are the one who becomes a worse lover than anyone else.

“…I feel good too.”

“you? It would be really nice. I… I want to date a man who is at least taller than my brother. “It would be nice to be as big as Uncle Jean.”

“Uncle Jean is from the Shagi tribe…!”

“why. “You have to be that big to carry a load well.”

What about your mother? Even if my father misses just one scarf, he is the type of person who notices right away, and because he cannot understand what is said in return, he is always an impenetrable person.

So, if my father was upset, I prepared a surprise event and soothed him before he even got upset.

The most surprising thing is that it happened by chance, but it wasn’t all planned out.

“…I’m hopeless.”

“What, are you discouraged by what I said? don’t worry! You’re big, you’re quite slovenly by my standards… but you’re still the most handsome in our neighborhood. Have confidence!”

“…really?”

“really really! “For your information, you know that I have high standards, right?”

“know. Then…”

I eventually stopped walking, feeling a strong sense of nostalgia from the young men passing by. I no longer had the confidence to follow.

“…I guess I’ll just confess.”

“huh? “Confess?”

“If you don’t understand even if I say it this way, I have no choice but to just say it in your ear…”

“When? When did you say that???”

“…It’s going to spin, really.”

“Oh what! tell me!!”

I don’t have the confidence to keep up anymore.

Just seeing them now is enough to make me miss them.

“Suits! You should only play in front of Dad’s store! “You must never go far!”

“yes!!”

“Louise! Don’t go anywhere, just help out at the store! How old are you and how old are you going to be unemployed!!”

“Oh mommy. Jeez. “I’m planning to meet Lennie.”

No, actually, I always wanted to see my parents.

The moment when a child is sent off by his family, or the moment when a grown man is bewildered by his parents because he is a child. And every moment you see it.

Even more so these days.

“Um… uncle. “Are you crying?”

“…!”

At that time, a child running down the street approached me. It was unexpected. The way he approached me and the questions he asked.

“Why are you crying? “Has something sad happened?”

“I…”

I don’t cry. The moment I was about to say that, something fell. It was tears.

“Do not cry. Mom said that if you cry, good luck will run away. And if your luck runs away, you won’t be able to eat anything delicious or receive a gift…”

“Suits? Suits?”

“Ah, Dad!!”

“What’re you doing!! “That’s not in front of the store, huh!”

It’s a disgrace. It’s a cafe.

I slowly bent my knees, looking at the tears that fell on my palms. Then, the child’s gaze became similar. The child looks back at his father for a moment and then turns his head back to me. Grayish-brown hair fluttered gently.

“Dad, this guy was crying… uh, he was crying more. I shouldn’t do that…”

Tuk. The child’s soft hand touched my cheek. The father of the child running behind him has turned pale, fearing that his child will suffer harm.

“Do not cry.”

“…huh.”

It was really so soft and warm.

“Wait a minute. I wonder if my child made a mistake…”

“No. I didn’t make a mistake. “Right, uncle?”

Also, that made me want to cry more.

“…You didn’t make a mistake.”

“Look! “Dad, you’re an idiot!”

“Is that so? Well, that’s a good thing…”

I wish I had parents who would come running to me too.

Even though I’m thirty years old, I still do it.