Solo Eating to Overpowered Chapter 48

Episode 48 The prince enjoys the festival.

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A shooting range in Hilda’s territory.

This is an area where targets range from 100m to 200m for use with bows and crossbows, and over 400m for use with siege weapons.

A bird flew in and sat on a tree branch.

Near the forest, dwarves looked excited, holding papers and feather pens.

I also put on gloves and picked up a musket.

“Gaia. “Give me your blessing.”

1 minute prayer to god 30 seconds to attract holy power.

Holy power gathered and swirled from the muzzle of the musket.

Even Shingi was used.

[Amplification of Holy Power Storage Capacity] has been added to the existing [Continuous Fire] skill.

The range has also increased.

I aimed at a target about 100m away and shot.

I felt a recoil in my hand that had strengthened my physical abilities.

A roar rang out and it advanced with explosive power. Christmas shattered the target and even the rocks behind it.

“Oooooh-!”

The dwarves suddenly stood up.

Some people clenched their fists and cheered, or even jumped up and down because they couldn’t contain their excitement.

Some people even forgot about the evaluation, hanging down the pen and paper they were holding.

The dwarves were excited. On the contrary, I suffered from them.

I expended my holy power and lowered my musket.

I wiped away the sweat.

About two weeks have passed since the Lycan was defeated.

After recovering, the dwarves evaluated the performance of the musket.

“…excellent.”

I looked to the side.

Belog approached.

He caressed the musket with divine energy as if he could not believe it.

Belog let out an exclamation when he saw the blue light that surrounded the musket like a magic rune.

“It’s really great. It’s like it’s alive and breathing. “It has received new life and has evolved further than before.”

As a weapons craftsman, his reviews are also emotional.

“So how was it?”

I handed the musket over to Belog. At the same time, the rune disappeared from the musket as it fell from my hand.

“Is the manifestation of divine energy only when touched?”

Belog muttered to himself.

He aimed at the target.

Recite a spell.

Mana was injected.

I concentrated for 5 minutes and pulled the trigger at the target.

One shot.

I took a breath. Belog put mana into his hand again.

Two feet.

Three and four steps in the same way.

The mana bullet was fired, and the 100m-long target trembled and shook.

It wasn’t destroyed. The only reaction was as if I had been hit hard with a fist.

I was mesmerized by that sight.

“This is the real power of a musket.”

Belog exhaled heavily, probably from exertion.

“It’s the best work we’ve ever made. Nowadays, this level of continuous shooting ability can only be used if one is quite skilled.”

“Speaker? It looked like they just shot, reloaded and shot again?”

Belog said with a dissatisfied expression.

“By our standards, that’s the speaker. “It is five times faster than existing muskets.”

“…”

“The prince has pushed his holy power to the point of ignorance, and not only is it powerful enough…”

Belog stuck out his tongue.

“It seems that the structure of the musket itself has changed due to the function of [the new device]. Originally, the musket itself would not be able to withstand the prince’s holy power and would have to break. So when I heard the report, I thought it was simply a weapon enhancement. But this…”

Belog raised his musket as if excited.

Belog narrowed his eyes as he placed his musket in the sun.

“It’s progress.”

Normal weapons have the ability to surpass the magic weapon itself by one generation.

Belog evaluated it that way.

Come to think of it, the message of ‘progress’ was constantly mentioned when using Shingi.

Belog seemed deep in thought. he told me

“Aren’t you often exposed to danger when you gather your holy power and pray?”

“that’s right. “There are so many of them.”

It was the same when dealing with vampires and lycans, but it would also be the same when dealing with humans.

In particular, bows and crossbows are dangerous because they load too quickly.

Of course, if it is really dangerous, it will ignore the gaze and summon the undead to use as a shield.

“Now that I think about it, the prince’s physical strength enhancement is at a monster level. It’s probably half or more of the strength of the ogre known as the Lord of the Forest. So…”

Belog said, raising his head.

“How about trying on some armor?”

“huh?”

I tilted my head.

“If you wear armor and use sacred energy to strengthen it. Probably low to mid-level magic…”

At that time, a dwarf approached as if he was taking a walk and waved his hand.

“I’m ready. Hilda is calling!”

Belog quenched his appetite with regret. And he looked at me and said.

“We’ll talk about the armor later. “I will give you a separate gift later.”

Belog bowed his head in greeting and approached the other dwarves.

“Prepare the furnace. Steel, mithril, silver, and mistletoe alchemists…”

At that time, a dwarf tugged on my collar.

I turned my gaze and looked at the dwarf.

The dwarf said with a grin.

“Let’s go. A festival has been prepared for the prince!”

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Village Square Hilda climbed onto the platform.

She had an expressionless face.

He is holding a bottle of alcohol in his right hand and a glass in his left hand.

The villagers looked at her holding a fruit basket.

Hilda filled her glass with alcohol.

When the red liquor was filled, I drank it.

She emptied the glass cleanly. The liquor bottle in his hand was literally sprayed on the villagers.

“The blood festival begins!”

“Waaaaaa!”

The village people cheered.

Pollen was scattered around the village. At the same time, red fruit was thrown into the air.

The red fruit, like a tomato, was bursting with moisture. The village people burst into laughter by throwing the fruits.

‘Festival of Blood’ was actually a festival that Hilda’s territory was preparing this time.

A festival to get rid of bad luck by bursting red fruits instead of shedding blood.

In Korea or the West, it would be a tomato festival.

It was also the festival that Luan mentioned.

I looked away.

Even the Red Cross and Green Cross seem to be enjoying the festival.

But don’t they take off the masks on their faces? How do you eat food?

I admired the villagers enjoying the festival.

“There are definitely a lot of beautiful women.”

I sat at a table on the street and ate some red fruit.

My eyes widened and I looked at the fruit.

Truly a specialty of this territory. The taste is quite good! If you take it later and give it to Charlotte or Harmon, they will be happy.

At that moment, a large glass was placed on my table.

“Prince! “Take a drink!”

Dwarves gathered.

His face is red, probably because he already drank during the day.

Dozens of dwarves laughed with pleasant smiles.

A dwarf filled the glass with red liquor in both hands.

A glass as big as my head overflowed.

“ruler! ruler! ruler!”

The dwarves showed their faces.

“…”

I smiled awkwardly.

Is there no standard for minors here?

I had a drink at Ronia too, so it doesn’t matter.

I raised my glass and drank.

It feels like mixing tomatoes and drinking soju!

I feel dizzy. oh my god. It’s incredibly toxic, right?

As soon as I finished the entire glass, cheers were heard from all around me.

“Now, one more drink!”

Pour alcohol.

“Prince! “We too…!”

Villagers come and pour drinks.

My head is spinning. Still, it’s not a bad feeling.

Rather, a smile came to my face.

Hahahoho there was lots of laughter.

Even though something terrible has happened, they seem to laugh and shake it all off.

He also had no qualms about his status as a prince.

The reason may be…

“Let’s all have a drink!”

It must be because of Hilda.

She looked more like a citizen enjoying a village festival than a princess.

It’s a simple outfit. They didn’t even maintain their dignity.

She picked up the drink, poured it for the villagers, and burst into laughter.

Perhaps because he lived a luxurious life among the dwarves, he laughed and chatted with the villagers and raised his glass.

“The monsters have disappeared. This is a grace bestowed by Gaia! And a toast to my brother, Allen Allfols, who contributed to that feat!”

“Cheers!”

Glasses clink together.

Red fruits flew in and dyed the entire village red.

Villagers and dwarves might have a hard time cleaning it up later.

At that time, I heard children’s laughter.

I looked away.

Raphael’s granddaughter Ellis also seemed to enjoy the festival without being concerned about her status.

Well, how difficult was it to be a maid in that stuffy imperial palace?

She threw red fruits as if she were having a snowball fight with her children.

She was stained red from head to toe, probably because she had been bullied by the children.

“you guys…!”

Ellis threw fruit at the children with a playful smile.

The children avoided it.

The red fruit hit my head and exploded.

Thick juice flowed out and I shook it off and burst into laughter.

Conversely, the other person’s face became pale.

Ellis trembled and lowered her head to apologize.

“I’m sorry. “Prince!”

“It’s about this much. never mind. Ellis.”

Ellis bowed his head and apologized several times.

This is the body that my old body tried to rape.

What’s the big deal about getting hit by one or two pieces of fruit? In the first place, isn’t this festival a festival to bring bad luck to red vegetables?

This is also the joy of the festival!

When I saw her shaking, I felt sorry.

We talked a lot at the library, but it seems like the trauma about me still remains.

I said, raising my glass.

“Would you like a drink? “There is no need to overdo it.”

Ellis looked around at my words.

The dwarves’ eyes sparkled.

It’s the look in her eyes that wants her to have a drink.

Well, it’s hard to refuse those eyes.

He is short but has a tough middle-aged face. But his facial expression is like that of an innocent child.

Because it has such a unique appearance, it is even more difficult to refuse.

Ellis made eye contact with me and smiled awkwardly.

“Then just a little bit.”

She and I clinked glasses.

Ellis and I drank heavily.

The dwarves were talking next to me.

Little by little, the awkward atmosphere was relieved by the drunkenness.

She asked me with a flushed face if she was also drunk.

“Prince, how did you use the resurrection magic?”

I brushed it off while drinking.

“It’s simple. “The magic theory you mentioned.”

“…?”

“A ridiculous amount of holy power was used in healing magic.”

Using Amon’s skull, he almost risked his life to save Luan.

When I think about that time, I still feel dizzy. I never dreamed that resurrection magic was that dangerous.

“But in that case, Luan will die and her soul will be…”

“You just have to grab the soul and pull it.”

“yes?”

Ellis’ eyes widened.

“You’re pulling my soul?”

Ellis muttered softly. She said, raising her drink to her lips with her eyes relaxed.

“Is such a miracle possible?”

“At least I can.”

This is a characteristic of clerics and necromancers.

It’s probably impossible for humans in this world except me.

“oh my god···. “That is possible.”

I smiled heartily and said to Ellis.

“What’s there to be surprised about? “It’s all thanks to you.”

“yes?”

Ellis’ eyes widened.

It’s not a lie.

My holy power, Amon’s skull, was the result of Ellis’s knowledge.

It would have been an impossible miracle if she hadn’t told me the theory all night long and if she didn’t understand magic theory due to her job due to the nature of the game.

“I learned it from you that night at the library. 1st Prince Luan Allpoles was able to survive thanks to you, Ellis. So you can be proud. “You are a great therapist who never gave up on your patients.”

She kept her mouth shut. A confused look appeared in his eyes.

For a moment, she took a swig of her glass and stood up.

“Elise Astoria, granddaughter of Archbishop Raphael Astoria.”

She held the hem of her skirt, lifted it gently, and lowered her head.

“It’s late, but I’d like to greet you. “Thank you very much for treating my patient, Luan Allpols.”

Ellis said with a grin.

“Thank you so much.”

I smiled and raised my glass.

Ellis faced each other, raised his glasses, and clinked them together.

“Thank you too. “I learned many things thanks to you.”

The theories she taught me will further develop me. More powerfully.

When I drank my drink, I was startled and my body stiffened.

It sends shivers down my spine.

what? what. who is this?

A stinging gaze. Life and madness are mixed together.

I looked back and broke into a cold sweat.

And then I realized its identity.

There is an old man among the villagers.

Raphael Astoria.

He had blood on his forehead and was glaring at me with the corners of his mouth twitching.

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After receiving a letter of recommendation from the emperor, Charlotte headed east.

The place they arrived in, riding a carriage and escorted by paladins, was a city called Humite, near Aslan in the south.

I visited a person living nearby with a letter of recommendation from Humite Academy.

She knocked lightly and opened the door.

Then I heard a voice.

“Are you a bitch?”

It’s a low voice.

But the weight inside weighed down Charlotte’s shoulders.

Charlotte tensed and looked at the old man in front of her.

Age: early to mid 80s. It’s a skinny body.

It’s a shabby farmer’s outfit.

There are large burn marks on the face. He sits with his cane in both hands and his head tilted arrogantly.

Sharp eyes glared at her.

“A puppet given the name of Heraiz.”

Charlotte took a step forward.

He knelt in front of the old man and bowed his head.

“His Majesty the Holy Empress Charlotte Geraise bestowed that name.”

“My name is Oscar Baldr.”

Charlotte’s body stiffened at those words.

She looked up at him in a cold sweat.

Oscar Baldr.

He is the vice-leader of the Golden Cross led directly by the Holy Emperor and is praised as the ‘Sword King’ of the Holy Emperor’s Kingdom.

He is also a great hero who fought against the undead army of the Demon King Amon.

“Ask your bitch. “What do you want?”

Charlotte spoke without hesitation.

“It is strength.”

“What will you do with that power?”

“I swear to serve the 7th Prince and protect him.”

“What if he tells me to die?”

“Thanks to him, my life was saved. Even my parents were saved by Him. “I would even sacrifice my life for that grace.”

“Even if the prince tells me to kill him?”

Charlotte looked at him in surprise.

The old man expressed his displeasure at the sight of Charlotte hesitating.

“You’re immature. “This is ridiculous!”

“…sorry.”

“We are puppets. Any order from the royal family must be followed. If you are told to kill the people, you must kill them all, regardless of gender or age. Even if it means killing the owner himself, it must be done. They are absolute. “You must not have any hesitation or doubt.”

“…”

“If you kill my lord, I will kill you. Either stick a sword in the heart or cut off the head. If they are ‘convinced’ of something, we follow them without hesitation. If you have a ‘legitimate right to succession’, you absolutely follow it. Dissent is not permitted. “It is heresy.”

Frantically repeating the same words.

Charlotte continued to listen to the old man’s words.

“Ask again. “What if the prince tells you to kill him?”

“…I can’t.”

“How foolish!”

The old man stood up.

“But it will taste tame that much.”

He placed his cane on the tip of Charlotte’s chin and lifted her up.

“According to His Majesty’s command, I will tame you into a monster. But that’s a story from when I lived.”

He looked down at Charlotte and curled the corners of his mouth.

“Welcome to becoming the puppet of the Seonghwang family, Charlotte Herrise.”