Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 364

Episode 364 Even if you can’t see with your right eye (5)

“Thank God!!”

The first action of the joining Inquisitor was prayer. A simple golden light waved in the young man’s green eyes like barley blown by the wind.

“Judgment on foreign enemies!”

And when the wind stopped, numerous barley grains fell down and created a golden garden. It was a garden where the heads of wolves caught in the cracks were beaten and buried.

Kyaaaaaaa!

The monster weighed down by divine power let out a pitiful roar. The bundle of tentacles extending from it is busy falling, with its head bowed like a withered flower.

Pak pak pak. Bundles of fallen bundles, like snakes hit by a paralyzing sting, were stuffed on the white snow field. It was a more effective attack than expected.

“Now is the time.”

However, Erutalc was neither happy nor reassured by that. On the contrary, he seemed to feel alarmed at the sight of the monster being neutralized.

He awakened me with his metal-scraping voice and immediately moved his sword. It was a sword that scraped out part of the eye and carved magic into it.

“…okay.”

Well, actually, that’s true. The monster wasn’t completely driven out, it was just temporarily neutralized—no matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t seem like it would last long—but would being relieved by that only make me let down my guard?

When the opponent is unable to move, it is wise to attack the opponent with all his might or prepare for the next move. I followed Erutalc’s movements without saying a word.

Grumbling. The seamless movement overlapped with the hem of the cloak and began to draw an elegant curve.

Hmm!

“Wait—”

However, because he was concentrating on the lines Erutalc was carving, he missed the presence of dust approaching him. By the time he realized it, the dust had already gotten close to him.

“careful…!”

I urgently gathered my magic power and looked for other personnel who could help him. However, the Inquisitor is dripping with cold sweat and is unable to move as he is keeping the magic in check. Also, Daniel….

“Ugh.”

Daniel moved to help Erutalc before me. This is because I cannot help the Inquisitor with my own divine power, so I decided to join this side.

However, in the end, it was meaningless.

Sigh!

The person who had cut the fog with his toe bounced back and grabbed the hem of his cloak with his other hand.

Palak. The cloak, which stretched out along the hand like a bat’s skin, further cut through the fog. It seemed as if the floating powder had been pushed out by a fan.

The mote was stunned without touching Erutalc.

Sigh!

In the meantime, the person who easily kept one fog in check spun his sword with a single wrist snap and planted it on the ground again. It was at that point where I had to unintentionally pull out my sword, not even 1mm away from the end of the line that had continued until now.

It couldn’t be anything but formidable skill.

‘…It’s a big deal.’

“yes? “What did I miss…?”

‘Can I really draw along?’

“Ah…”

Looking at his ability to easily suppress the space dust and even connect the lines, I think that person could create a real magic circle. Since it doesn’t contain magical power, it won’t be activated, but whatever.

‘I’ll say it again, isn’t this raid too hardcore…?!’

The problem is that if he succeeds in drawing it, it will be completely up to me to determine his subsequent success. It was also a situation where failing at a point where the opponent had accomplished the difficult task would result in a huge amount of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. “I’m not confident in memorization and mana control…!”

Of course, that doesn’t mean I really want that person to fail, but…! can i do it? Can you really do it?

I blamed myself a few minutes ago for saying that I had to do it even though I wasn’t confident, and at the same time, I raised my magic by blaming reality for not giving me any other options.

Today, the black magical power really looked like mustard. It was mustard that had to be eaten even while crying.

* * *

“Because you can go anywhere and become anything.”

The girl knew the moment she heard those words. She won’t come back. The great warrior, who loved his family so much that he went crazy, will never return.

“Wait!”

But Daejeon Temple. Is it really necessary to go that far? Regardless of whether you treat them well or not, in the end they will be nothing more than strangers. If you are family, is there any reason to risk your life like this? You’re dead anyway, so that doesn’t mean you can’t go anywhere and do anything.

why.

“ah.”

…I don’t know. I don’t know either. The history of Daejeon cannot be understood at all with the girl’s limited knowledge and experience. It was the same even now when I heard that the girl’s family and the Daejeon Temple’s family were completely different people.

The girl just stared at her back as she walked away and lowered her head.

“What if?”

Instead, the girl drew a new picture in the snow in her vision.

“If only I had a family like you.”

A scene where the girl’s family does not abandon her. A future where there is someone who cared for the girl more than herself.

“Do you understand the choices you are making now?”

The possibility of what it would have been like if you were my flesh and blood.

“Will I ever be able to lay down my life without hesitation like you do?”

Ah, I wish I had someone like you.

“I am a great warrior…”

If only I had something that made me laugh even when I was putting myself out of harm’s way.

I am.

“I’m so curious.”

Was I happy?

“Is life better with that kind of love?”

The girl realized the moment the words came out of her mouth. I still don’t know whether what Daejeonsa had was happiness or not, but at least the life the girl had enjoyed so far was not happiness. Once you realize that you can no longer go back to how you were before.

Sticky unhappiness caused by lack flowed down the girl’s cheeks.

* * *

Let alone extracting magic power evenly every second, fixing the extracted magic power evenly along the lines of the floor is not something a real person would do. I realized it too late.

“…You’re pretty good at following along.”

I have a headache. Can you please stop talking to me? No joke, I really feel like my brain is going to explode.

“I hope you’re okay… I understand.”

Fortunately, Daniel was quick to notice. Since I was just standing there in silence, he gave up trying to talk to me and just stood there as an escort instead. It was something I was very thankful for.

If you had told me to keep even the cosmic dust in check here, I would have just hit my head on the floor.

“Please excuse me sir!”

However, Daniel’s efforts quickly reached their limits. This was because there were too many space dusts and Daniel did not have the ability to remove them.

So he chose to jump out with me on his back. Daniel Thane came to this conclusion after thinking about it for a long time. So maybe it was. Because I knew him to be that kind of person.

“…?!”

However, the problem was my situation at the time.

At the time, I was immersed in the movement of Erutalc, the line it would lead to, and the magic power concentrated along the previously drawn line, and as a result, I was unable to properly perceive the external situation.

In other words, the decision that Daniel made after much deliberation seemed sudden to me at the time.

“What-”

That’s why, the moment I heard my body, I almost let out a cry that was close to a scream without even realizing it.

The reason he couldn’t do that was purely because of magic. As soon as my concentration began to loosen, some of the magical power that had formed the camp began to dissipate.

But is there any way we can just look at it and overlook it? How have I maintained it so far?

I even forgot to scream and went back to my magic. The edge of the magic circle, which was only half completed, was about to collapse, but then took a clear shape again.

Hmm.

“…this!”

In the meantime, the number of dust bastards has increased significantly. I tried multitasking as if I was putting my brain in a centrifuge.

It’s not that I didn’t multitask just now, but if I didn’t add one more program, Daniel and I would lose our heads, so there was nothing we could do.

The extra intelligence that had been squeezed out distributed magical power to the dust that was targeting us and ignited it.

Grumble!

“kyung?!”

“I took care of it.”

Argh! The magic circle collapses again!! As soon as I realized for a moment that some of the new parts were about to collapse, I jumped in panic.

The level of fear was even worse because most of the lines drawn on the floor had recently been erased due to dust, wind, etc. Now there is no way to see and restore it, so it really shouldn’t collapse.

Ssssss.

“also…!”

However, once you think that luck is gone, it seems as if it is not there for the rest of the day. For example, on days when you are late, the traffic light comes on particularly often, or the bathroom you rush into because you need to relieve yourself is the only place where there is no toilet paper. Like something like that.

In the same context, the dust that threatens to attack us is not limited to just one. One of the problems that made up this situation was that Daniel was just a high-ranking person and that I was too heavy to carry him around.

Rather than slapping me when I wanted to cry, it felt like I was slapping my face to make me cry when I didn’t want to.

“Big.”

But it’s a bit strange to give up your life to attack. You can only attack if you take care of your life.

In that dilemma, I had no choice but to start multitasking again. It would be better to fight with broken limbs. My inner thoughts, which I could not bear to let out, collapsed beyond my reason.

Fighting.

“Are you hurt?”

What are you talking about when you’re busy fixing the image in your head?

I listened to Daniel’s cries, but soon I found myself looking back at his words. There was no particular reason. I felt like my breathing through my nose had become a little heavier, and I realized too late that the cause was a nosebleed.

It wasn’t even slightly flowing. Daniel’s shoulder was visibly stained with blood.

Did I spill all that? Even in hectic situations, I lost my sense of absurdity. This might be the first time since I took the college entrance exam that I’ve had a nosebleed from using my head too much.

“Ugh!”

In the meantime, what’s going on with Erutalc… No, actually, they were in a position where it wouldn’t be surprising if they started screaming right away.

“Wizard!”

“I don’t care…!”

Both Erutalc and Daniel are unable to remove the dust, so they have to rely on their physical abilities to run away. He was at a greater disadvantage than Daniel in that he had to move by drawing lines on the floor.

Despite this, the reason he has endured so far is because he has covered up all the penalties with his above-average physical ability, controlled movements, and skillful judgment.

In other words, it has come to a point where even that is not enough. If this is the case, we will all fall before it is completed.

“Suzaku….”

“…not yet.”

Wouldn’t it be better to give up this magic? If I continue to be caught up in this, the three of us will have no way to fight back.

Suzaku, the only one who can hope, seems to be busy stopping the monsters that have fallen on him.

“Ugh….”

Kyaaaaaak!

In addition, the Inquisitor’s situation, which I took the time to check, was not very good. The proof was that despite pouring all of the divine power into the monster, other than the barrier meant to protect the person, the monster’s head was gradually coming out of the crack.

At this rate, we are pushed out.

“Don’t stop if you want to live!”

However, as if reading my thoughts, Erutalc shouted from the other side. At first glance, the hem of his cloak was torn and tattered, but his strength was not lost one bit.

“…ha.”

Actually, yes. I guess so. I don’t know what kind of magic this will be completed, but… I don’t think giving up on this will give us a way.

But honestly, what should I do when I don’t think it will work? I’m not a genius. If I were told to roll my body, I would roll, but with my head, I really…

[Can I help you?]

Suddenly, a woman’s voice rang in my head.

[Can I help you, Gretchen?]

Is it an illusion? White, sticky hair like a spider’s web seemed to be hanging in my field of vision.