Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 263

Episode 263: If it exists (1)

“Are we finally leaving?”

There is no city that I stayed in for this long during my journey, but the only essence of it is a ruinous memory. So, as soon as it was announced that Deathbringer would be leaving Bemurchen, he was pleased.

“maybe. “There is no reason to stay any longer.”

If we are to be precise, the reason to remain has not completely disappeared. After all, how many months have passed and the city that was blown away would have been restored? The wounds caused by this incident would take at least ten years to completely heal.

“I don’t think the people in the castle will say anything.”

“Of course you should. “How much have they done for me so far…”

However, even though it may not have fully recovered, it has passed the stage where it collapses the moment they leave. It was no longer the case that if they let go, things would be in danger. Reinforcements sent from several cities are staying here and restoration is in progress. Isn’t that enough?

With that in mind, Deathbringer snorted and grumbled. The fact that his share of the stake was not that large was not very important when he said, ‘How much did you do for me?’

At least the Inquisitor was dedicated enough to say this, and the Deathbringer had the right to complain on his behalf in the name of a colleague.

“…Are you really taking me with you?”

Likewise, complimentary comments that do not constitute outright refusal may be acceptable. I don’t know if this repulsion grows to the point of making life-or-death decisions or if it escalates to the level of committing sabotage.

“He hoped so, and the diocese gave permission, so what can we do?”

“Tsk…”

Did the priest say that if you don’t like the temple, you should leave? But if you can’t leave, then you have no choice but to just accept it. Deathbringer eventually acknowledged Daniel’s joining.

“…I know we don’t get along well, but please don’t be like that. Even if it weren’t for him, staffing would have inevitably been added.”

Actually, that’s true. Since the Demon Knight and Berserk, who were like two-horse chariots in power, were missing, it was necessary to supplement personnel. This is especially true when you consider that Demon Knight and Berserk have something in common, in addition to great military power, of being close-quarters jobs.

They need fighters now. Also, a combatant who will handle close combat.

“I know how to do that.”

In that respect, there is nothing wrong with having Daniel. Even though he may not be as active as the two missing people, he will meet the minimum expectations as a skilled Heresy Questioner.

“It’s just that I… I didn’t like the fact that it was that person.”

However, the human mind is not easily folded just because it is necessary. Deathbringer scratched his head and quickly stood up.

The Archmage, who knew that he didn’t mean ‘I can’t admit it’ by saying that, just shrugged his shoulders.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to prepare something before I leave.”

Although no market has opened yet, there are many ways to obtain goods. Although it may be difficult to prepare properly like in other cities, it is better than leaving it completely unattended.

“Saenim also seems to be in a very melancholic state…”

In addition, he also had someone to go see and check on his situation. The Archmage, who knew the Deathbringer’s speaking habits, lowered the corners of his eyes.

“…It would be good if you could at least tell me what the problem is.”

Deathbringer closed his eyes, looking displeased at her acceptance. It was never meant as a criticism towards the Archmage. Recently, when I thought of Saenim’s tail, that kind of expression automatically appeared.

His tail tapped his cloak and thigh nervously.

“…I guess it’s because of the oracle.”

“I guess so…”

It’s obvious that Saenim is worried. Is there really no way to save the demon knight? How should a trust be interpreted? If it weren’t for those things, it wouldn’t be easy to cause trouble to that simple and clear person.

“That’s it, I’m really leaving.”

However, since I am someone who usually seeks clear answers, this difficult problem will be even more difficult and difficult. This is hard even for him who is used to being broken and frustrated, so it will be even more so for her as it is her first defeat and she has experienced failure.

『If the oracle means him correctly and the interpretation of killing him is correct. Should I really kill him?』

No, maybe… not because it was the first failure…

『With the life that was saved by him, with these limbs that exist thanks to him?』

Deathbringer gasped with a gasp. I lowered my eyelids.

The teacher who was talking that way didn’t really expect an answer from him, and he didn’t have the confidence to answer, so he pretended not to hear and ignored the question… but now that I think about it, it was a really cruel story.

It would be enough to just rebuke him, asking how he could do that, or accusing him of returning favors with vengeance, but Saennim is in an impossible position.

“…Damn it.”

Is it the faith that you have maintained your entire life, or the short but strong bond you have built – even if it is a one-sided connection?

He doesn’t really worship God, so if you compare the two, it will inevitably be the latter, but if you put Emmet in the position of God, the story is different. He will worry just as intensely as she does.

And whatever you choose… you’ll probably regret it terribly. Whether it’s Emmet or me, the things that have great value to him are the same, and the moment he abandons either of them, he will no longer be able to go back to the way he was before.

“shit.”

Therefore, the Deathbringer did not say anything about the Inquisitor’s inability to choose either one or the other. Unless she was in enough pain and couldn’t relieve her pain, he shouldn’t have said anything to her.

His knees, which had reached the outside of the tent, folded again and his hands wrapped around his head.

It was a very painful day.

* * *

“Oh my, young man, you are eating well! “Would you like another bowl?”

I put down the soup I had just picked up when the inn/restaurant owner suddenly approached me and shouted out loud.

Pang pang! I thought the approaching form was ominous, but it turned out to be just that. Her thick hand slapped my back.

“It’s nice to eat happily.”

“Hahaha….”

I’m not the type of person who likes skinship that others do carelessly, especially the type of skinship that people do on their own to show intimacy in an awkward situation, but… I just smiled awkwardly and passed it off. In this extremely tough era, I have to look at this level of beating with a straight face and get told that I am the only one who is sensitive. In fact, even in modern times, I still feel that way.

More than anything, I was quite happy that others could hit me carelessly. It’s not that I wanted to get hit, but it was because I could clearly feel that they were feeling less fearful enough to be able to treat me carelessly.

At this level, at least you won’t feel uncomfortable because you can’t blend in with people. Getting hit in itself may be uncomfortable, but it’s not something you can’t tolerate given the benefits it offers.

Pang pang!

“Eat more, eat more…!”

“Sleep sleep—ugh.”

It’s not that I couldn’t bear it, but I couldn’t stop my body from vomiting blood after being hit several times in the back as my body was covered in debuffs.

Grumbling. The moment blood came out of my mouth, the owner closed and opened his eyelids a few times.

“Wow!? Are you okay young man?!”

“It’s okay.”

No matter how big the debuff effect is, it’s still the same. Isn’t it too much for a civilian to vomit blood after being smashed in the back seven times?

I swallowed my complaints and wiped away the blood with a handkerchief. I was able to clean it more neatly thanks to the owner, who was tired of it, bringing me a cloth.

“Did you have that disease or something…?”

“It’s not like that. “I’m just naturally weak…”

Of course, the blood on the table was also carefully disposed of. I didn’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that there was no blood in the food. I don’t know if I can get some of the iron back if I take it again.

“Oh my goodness….”

In any case, I avoided being misunderstood as a person carrying germs. I was happy about that fact – it was inevitable that I would be kicked out of the city the moment I was mistaken for an infectious disease – and I ate the food.

The innkeeper no longer bothered me, so I could move my spoon with peace of mind.

“Do you want to eat more of this?”

“Oh, if you give it to me, I will be grateful.”

Rather, some sympathy and enemy feelings were added later. I had complex and subtle feelings, but if I had to categorize it, it wasn’t a bad thing.

I gratefully accepted the new potato salad and stuffed it into my mouth. The salad made with mashed potatoes mixed with corn kernels and seasoned only with salt was quite good as a mouth-watering treat.

“Hey San. “Can you go on a trip while vomiting blood like that?”

However, when I was almost done eating it, I had a new guest. It was a bunch of rambunctious adventurers.

“I guess I have the ability to take care of myself…”

I smiled vaguely at the three adventurers. This was the third answer I chose because I could neither explain that I was strong nor admit that I was weak.

After all, those people who pretend to have no swords in order to get rid of any connection with the Demon Knight have their existing strength evaporated? Also, even if I had used the camouflage skill, I would have been weak to the point where I couldn’t even subdue a cat, right?

“Oh, don’t do that. “Don’t you need an escort or something?”

But these people don’t know that. It comes out like that because you don’t know that.

It was a pity.

“well.”

I adjusted the glasses on the bridge of my nose and looked at what they were doing.

I’ve never been caught by these idiots when playing a devil knight, but I think it’s a problem if the disguise is too good, giving an ordinary, non-threatening appearance. There’s something funny and sad about it.

“I didn’t need it until now.”

Separately, how can we get through this situation so that we can be told we did a good job? I tapped the table, wondering how to appease them.

“Just because it wasn’t needed until now doesn’t mean it will be possible in the future. So, would you like to commission us? “If you say you’ll do it, I can specially give it to you at half price this time.”

“Okay. “There aren’t many opportunities like this?”

“For your information, if you don’t have cash, goods in kind instead of money are fine! Things like earrings or glasses.”

Accordingly, one of the adventurers who had been trying to negotiate moved to a position in front of me.

I’ve never been allowed to sit together. Before that, was there a disease in which the ear canals were selectively pierced? The words that almost came out inadvertently are quite out of character with my personality.

“Well, huh? “I’ll do it for half the price—”

Ah, I guess I played off the dirty concept for too long. A sarcastic sentence pops out as a spinal reflex. If I had done this just a little longer, I would have gone all out.

Pow!

“Wow!”

“Brother tongue!”

But the moment I had that thought, the table I was sitting on flipped over to the other person. It was an added bonus that the food dishes on the table flew out and fell on the adventurer.

Flying food—crushed potatoes—and flying wooden bowls slowly caught my eye.

…what? I didn’t use my feet? You really didn’t use it? You didn’t even use your hands? Could it be that I can now overturn a desk just by imagining it? Is that so!?

“It’s truly amazing. “It would be difficult for life to be this shallow and dirty.”

Fortunately, it wasn’t my feet or my instincts that tried to tip over the desk. Hair the color of water, or even clearer than Tiffany blue, was fluttering.

“I praise you. “You are one of the most filthy things I have ever seen.”

It was as if the emerald had turned into a skein of thread and was shaking.

“What are you-”

“Owner.”

The person who overturned the desk for me turned around, leaving the adventurers who stood up angrily. In response, the hem of the white clothes fluttered.

The bottoms are not a skirt to be considered a dress, and clothes with a lot of decorations to be considered a uniform are not something the general public would wear. Even if he is not the greatest nobleman, he is equally wealthy.

“I will compensate you. “Take the money.”

The same goes for throwing a coin to the innkeeper. Are you willing to give me silver coins? At least they are not the general class who are desperate for money.

“Thank you. “If you could wait a moment for the change….”

“No need.”

“Yeah yep.”

The only question I have is why that person is helping me…

I just stared at the person who helped me and didn’t say a word. Then the other person, noticing my gaze, also turned to me.

The pale face, as if it had never worked under the sun, has clefts like broken ice, and there are mysterious blue-green eyes like emeralds that allow light to pass through strangely.

“Thank you for that.”

But to be curious is to be curious, and to be thankful is to be thankful.

I quickly lowered my head before I could guess why the other person had moved. Then, the person who was smiling beautifully, like a porcelain doll, but without a hint of warmth, turned around.

“There is no need for gratitude. “It wasn’t an act meant to help.”

Is it decoration or is it something she was born with? The black bridge between her blue curacao colored bangs swayed along with her nods.