Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? Chapter 97

◈Episode 97 But there is still hope (6)

I sensed that King Mu was not very good, but the companions did not know that. So, as soon as they heard the news in the morning, they asked for tickets to fight Red Mane and the Champion.

It was a natural opportunity to appreciate the champion’s power.

“I did get a ticket.”

However, it is a clash between people who are ranked in the top 10 in terms of popularity alone. In addition, they arrested it today, not a few days later.

They say that getting a ticket has become like picking a star in the sky.

Thanks to this, as a result of working hard to get behind the magic tower and temple, and with Dev running around with the help of the information guild, only 2 tickets were obtained. Only half of us can participate.

“I’m banned from entering Nariya, so even if I have a ticket, I won’t be able to go… um. “What about the other one?”

Even as Dev said that, he acted as if he had decided who the ‘remaining person’ would be. It’s obvious that he thinks he should get out.

“After all, it would be better for me to leave, right?”

Look. Don’t you just look at the angle that you will fall into?

“No, I think it would be better for me to leave.”

However, the situation took an unexpected turn. The Inquisitor volunteered to be absent.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah. it’s okay. “I can get in another way.”

However, that is not to say that the Inquisitor had tried to leave at all.

“It is said that the arena has asked for treatment personnel in case of an emergency. Although they say they rarely step up, those fighting this time are among the most skilled in the city. They had no choice but to send someone to protect power… I can go there. “Because treatment is possible for me too.”

It was a pretty good method. The person who said that seemed to be in a somewhat bad mood.

“Personally, I don’t think it’s fair to say that it would have been better if we had received donations, but to step forward to protect electricity… but we have no choice but to take that into account.”

“Hmm. Is that so. In that case, it would definitely be better for the Inquisitor to go there and the two of us to go there as spectators. “Do you think it’s okay, too?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. “It’s nice to see.”

Dev was about to give up early, but when he got the chance, he answered hesitantly.

“But… if it’s going to turn out like this, wouldn’t you like me better than you? “If we dig a little deeper, we may be able to loosen the entry ban.”

I don’t know if there are 4 seats, but it seems quite awkward to enter when someone else has to leave. I don’t know what happened, but you’re throwing this at me again.

Or is it because the arena is too hot and you don’t want to go? Since there was no ceiling, it had to be completely exposed to the scorching sunlight depending on the position of the sun.

“Not required.”

But why should I…?

I’m curious about how King Mu came to be and how he fights. However, based on my feeling, I don’t think he will be able to join our party.

In the end, it’s a relationship that will only end after seeing it this time, so is there any need to watch it again? Even… if my guess is correct, he’s a criminal?

It’s not that good either. I don’t want to see you.

“That’s right.”

“If that’s the case…”

As a result, it became the responsibility of the three of us, excluding myself, to watch the fight between King Martial and Red Mane.

I was left without a choice, but it was actually good. Today is a rest indoors! Yay!

* * *

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“There wasn’t much to say from the temple. “I’m a little worried and I’ll have to keep an eye on it, but I think it’ll be okay.”

Deathbringer scratched the inside of the hood in response to the Archmage.

He didn’t mean to ask that question.

“No, that.”

Yesterday, while they were checking for talent, the Demon Knight was quietly in the temple. It couldn’t have been because he felt sorry for the accident in the arena, so it must have been purely out of the devil’s mind… If

you only take that devil into account, then yes. There was definitely nothing to say. According to the words of the priests who watched him, despite showing no signs of drunkenness, he faithfully attended mass—even though he really did not fit in, it was not strange.

But that wasn’t what he cared about. What he is worried about is not the possibility that the Demon Knight might be eaten by the devil…

“It’s done.”

He recalled the demon knight who had taken a bath and washed himself before he returned to the arena, and who had gone to wash again after mass.

He was naturally a very neat guy… but he wasn’t the type of person who washed twice a day. There is even less reason to wash over an incident like Misa that did not involve shedding blood or sweat.

“…Is there any other problem?”

“No, that’s not it.”

But why did he have to wipe his body again?

“That’s not it.”

why?

“I understand. “But if there’s anything on your mind, please let me know.”

…I can already guess the reason. And that there is no way to stop it.

“I’ll just go now.”

“Good luck, Inquisitor.”

“yes.”

It was a familiar feeling of helplessness.

“Oh, it’s here.”

Deathbringer erased useless thoughts. It was only painful to look at the things he couldn’t do.

Instead, he quickly found a place to sit and put his hips together. Although it was difficult to get a seat, the location wasn’t that bad. I had a good view of the stage.

“Thanks to you, I found it quickly.”

“It was nothing.”

There is still time left until the clash between Kankan and King Mu. He put the dried pickled camel meat he had bought in front of the arena into his mouth. The salty and sweet taste was quite delicious.

“Oh, by the way, I told you to investigate yesterday.”

“hmm? iced coffee. “You mean the ones who said the Inquisitor was annoying?”

“Yes.”

Originally, I should have said it earlier when everyone was gathered, but I was so exhausted from looking for tickets that I forgot to say it.

In fact, there wasn’t anything involved that a demon knight or inquisitor had to listen to.

“There was nothing… strange.”

“is it?”

“It’s not that there wasn’t anything suspicious, but even when we looked into it, we couldn’t find anything.”

“hmm. What do you mean by that suspicious thing?”

“I suddenly became stronger.”

At first, I was just wondering. Those who were in the lower tier in the beginning suddenly stand out and leap to the middle or upper tier.

As someone who knows what demon contractors are like, isn’t it worth being suspicious?

“But if you made a contract with the devil…”

“There’s no way the temple wouldn’t know.”

“yes. “That’s the problem.”

We investigated all those whose skills had risen sharply, but found that they did not visit the temple on a regular basis and most of their injuries were treated at the temple. It would have been impossible if he had made a contract with the devil.

“They say demon contractors can’t attack demons.”

Crucially, whenever demons came from the desert, they participated in Mercury. In the process of participating in Mercury, he also killed a demon.

This was also something that could not be done if one made a contract with the devil. In other words, they were not devil contractors.

“So you’re saying it’s really not that big of a deal?…”

It’s suspicious. But nothing comes out. In that gap, the Archmage was troubled.

It was the same agony he had been experiencing since yesterday.

“It seems like this is something we can’t figure out right now. “It would be better to seek cooperation from the Magic Tower.”

“yep.”

If the temple does not know, it is natural to call the magic tower. Even though the Church has superior ability to detect demonic energy, the Magic Tower is better at analyzing most things other than demonic energy.

Therefore, Deathbringer no longer paid attention to the matter. Now the matter is out of his hands.

“More importantly, when does the game start?”

“There are still some left.”

“I can’t wait to see the skills of the person who has been champion for five years.”

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed as it’s the best in the city.”

“I think I’m weaker than the knight Sari.”

The Archmage did not answer those words. He just smiled. The attitude was that there was no need to answer.

“Who will win? “I heard that before King Mu became the champion, Kankan was on par with King Mu.”

“Oh, did you say that?”

Is that it? After further investigation, it is said that Redman Kankan and the champion are old friends. It seems like they continued to be friends even after King Mu became the champion.

“Yes. They even said they were friends. “Well, it seems like we’ve become estranged these days.”

⌈The rumor that an employee or acquaintance who died at the champion’s residence came out injured is true, and that acquaintance is none other than Red Mane.⌋

However, there are also hidden facts. As he spoke, he wrote the truth on the Archmage’s forearm.

For your information, the reason I only found out about this now is not a big deal. The information guild was just reticent to say anything because it was covered up by Seongju, who said he cared for King Mu so much.

I was bothered by how uncooperative it was compared to other branches, so I wouldn’t have known about it if I hadn’t been there as a night guest rather than a member of the organization.

“I heard King Mu is so picky. Is it because of that?”

⌈ And from that day on, Red Mane was under surveillance. The top two pages were invested in the person or champion the castle lord had attached to.⌋

He continued to write letters on the Archmage’s forearm. It’s unclear whether the Archmage understands, but seeing as he doesn’t ask questions, he seems to understand roughly.

“I guess you’re right. “If a person is vicious or small-minded, they may become distant.”

It is clear that you understand.

“I wonder if that’s why Red Mane suddenly issued a challenge. “What do you think is the reason?”

“What? “Isn’t this similar to what Master Nari thought?”

⌈Red Mane tried to report it several times, but was blocked every time. Considering that, it might be better to try to kill the champion in the arena. If this continues, there may be more victims.⌋

“Do you think he will win?”

“I don’t know. However, most predict Redmane’s defeat.”

⌈I lose. 100%.⌋

They glanced at the audience, which was slowly becoming crowded, exchanging confidential information with their mouths and secretly with their letters.

“Then do you think there will be an ‘accident’ today?”

⌈Honestly, if you are not willing to atone to the champion, then you are right? It’s rare to have the opportunity to kill a victim and witness legally like now.⌋

The game hasn’t started yet.

“Still, who is that gentleman holding on to that position? Do you really think he’s going to die?”

But it seemed like the results had already come out.

* * *

The Inquisitor sat down in the appointed seat. The air was muggy, but the cold air coming from the armor allowed me to breathe, so it was worth it.

“jean! “Our champion, King Mu, is coming!”

Then the game finally started. Of the two, King Mu was the one who came up first.

Perhaps from the Qureity tribe, one earring is worn on only one side of the ear on the top of the head. It was a Qureity as large as most of the Shaggi tribe.

“That’s big.”

The Inquisitor felt a little envious when he saw that. Although she never thought of herself as ‘small’, when she saw people that size, she often wished she could be the same size.

When it comes to fighting, physique itself was a wish for a weapon.

“But…”

I feel like there’s something strange about it. It felt like the inconvenience I had encountered several times since entering the city had become more severe.

She stopped envying his physique and just stared at the white-haired, dark-skinned champion. I felt like I wanted to unleash my divine power to see if anything would get caught.

“Why are you doing that?”

“I just think there’s something subtle about it.”

But she held on tight. As the Archmage said, if it had reacted to divine power, there is no way the temple would have stayed still until now.

In fact, it is difficult to consider the possibility that the other person did not go to the temple. My opponent has been the champion here for 5 years and there is no way he has not suffered an injury in the process.

“Something subtle?”

“It’s nothing to worry about.”

In the end, is it because of my mood? She looked sullen and checked the person who came up next. It was Red Mane Kankan.

“hundred! The one who fights against him is Kankan of the Red Mane!”

Is it because I helped them–maybe it can be seen as help-? She somehow ended up rooting for Kankan.

This is true even if this is nothing more than a meaningless duel aimed at prize money and fame while at the same time determining rank.

It’s not that the existence of the arena has become undesirable, but now that I know the significance of the arena’s existence, my unfavorable feelings have disappeared and the impression of the arena itself is good. So I was able to at least cheer.

But…

“Stop! “Stop it!”

“S winner! King Mu!”

“Hurry and take first aid!”

“I will do it!”

She immediately gave up her support. I once again began to doubt the significance of the existence of the arena, which I had come to understand.

Even though the difference in skill level is obvious, they deliberately played with it and caused more and more serious injuries. Although the purpose of entertainment was great, it was too cruel and dishonorable.

“Damn the rain.”

“Don’t talk.”

She showered divine power on the person who was about to die from excessive bleeding. Since I hadn’t had to use my strength for a long time, this wasn’t a big deal.

The person who had been hovering between life and death began to come back to life, at the cost of a slight tingling sensation.

It was a miracle where new skin grew and divine power stimulated all cells instead of blood and delivered nutrients instead.

“After all, I can’t do it… I can’t do it anymore…”

However, the other person was not happy at all in that miracle. All I could do was sob while holding my forearm that was almost cut off over my eyes.

“I don’t know what’s so sad, but you certainly fought back well.”

I can’t sympathize with that feeling, but at least I know that Redmane did his best. The Inquisitor withdrew her hand, faithfully conveying what she felt.

Treatment is over. As a reward for saving one person’s life, I felt a slight warm sensation throughout my body, but compared to fighting with all my might, the word tingling was worse.

She stood up, suppressing her heat with the coolness of her armor.

“So get up. “You still have a future, right?”

“…I tried everything I could and failed. “And yet I still have a future?”

“well. Have you really tried everything?”

The Inquisitor stretched out his hand.

“Then try again. The person who taught me said that success the first time is rather rare. If we do that, wouldn’t we be able to succeed when we try again?”

“…!”

The other person did not hold the hand easily, but he seemed to hesitate before holding it.

“…What if that doesn’t work?”

“So are you going to give up?”

“That…”

“I don’t know your circumstances. So I won’t blame you for giving up. But can you accept it yourself if you give up on this?”

“…no.”

“Then try again. Until you find a good reason to convince yourself.”

The Inquisitor willingly waited for that hesitation. Red Mane’s expression became disheveled.

“Ha, I thought you were a new priest in Tusan, but you turned out to be just a priest who spoke well.”

“Am I good at speaking?”

Her cheeks flushed at the first compliment she heard. I don’t know anything else, but this was the first time I was told that I was good at speaking!

Even if most of what she just said was said by the priests who taught her.

“…Thank you for saving my life.”

“It was my job.”

“…Like you said… Okay, I should try again.”

The Inquisitor finally held his joined hands tightly and helped him up. A man a little taller than her stood up and shook off his clothes.

The man’s gaze lands on King Mu, who is still enjoying the gaze across from him.

“Even if it means I die… I have to stop.”

As an Inquisitor, this was something I didn’t really understand. It may be a challenge, but what about ‘stopping’? Does this mean the champion’s winning streak will stop? Does that have something to do with not meeting King Mu?

“Stop what?”

“…! “No, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Is there no point in risking your life?”

“No, that’s not what it sounds like.”

“…?”

Kankan was embarrassed and asked her what to do. There was just one thing I didn’t understand.

Then wait a moment. Her eyes landed on the audience. The Archmage was waving his hand, and Pyeongjil was next to him with sad eyes.

“Forget what I said. This is not something the priest should worry about…”

“It just worked out!”

“…?”

“I just wanted to hear a story about King Mu. Even though the treatment is over, I still need to get some rest, so let’s go to the temple together!”

“what?”