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

Episode 264: If it exists (2)

I didn’t really mean to help… But is it really true? I only came forward because it was intrusive, but is it really just a coincidence that it benefited me?

Shake!

“Excuse me for a moment. “Is there anything here…”

While I was feeling unavoidable suspicion due to being chased, the door to the inn was opened quite roughly. The new person who arrived was a young man from the Qureity tribe, with floppy ears like a puppy and holding a long sword in his arms.

I thought he might have been a teenage boy because he was a little short… but it didn’t really matter. Whether it’s a boy in his teens or a young man in his twenties, the fact that he wears clothes made of silk means that he is not an object of ridicule.

“Ah, knight!”

Separately, the person who just came in and the person who saved me seem to know each other. The moment the Qureity youth spotted the turquoise-haired woman, he turned bright red.

On the other hand, the woman with turquoise hair… did not change her expression in any way. However, the smile that seemed to be drawn somehow seemed to show annoyance and irritation. Probably just my guess.

“Driver, what if you leave me behind?”

“Keep your voice low, Jardin. “You look uncultured.”

“Ugh. That was wrong…”

“…Knight?”

However, as the innkeeper muttered without realizing it, some potentially problematic words were discovered in their conversation.

“…Chi Knight?”

I thought it was definitely not an ordinary person, but was it really a knight?

…I don’t have anything to use as a weapon on my waist, back, or at least my thighs, wrists, and legs.

“…Fucked.”

“Shut up….”

I would have just said thank you, but there was nothing else to say. I just watched it go by quietly.

The adventurers who tried to put pressure on me were similar. It is clear that they realized that they were too big a deal to even start a fight because they insulted them by overturning their desks or interfered with their work.

“But driver, if you have anything to do, please leave a message. “I was so surprised to see that he wasn’t there when I left the store.”

“okay. “I’ll reconsider next time.”

Well, who wouldn’t realize that fact when faced with the word ‘article’ being poured out over and over again?

“…So why are you here?”

“I came because I felt like someone I knew was here.”

“Wow really? “Where are you?”

“It was because of my mood. let’s go.”

“Oh yes.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, the driver didn’t pay any attention to us anymore. The same was true of the fact that adventurers who didn’t know she was a knight almost confronted her in the beginning.

The driver completely ignored us, as if it was a waste of time to clean up after him. So not just adventurers, but even me.

rattle.

With the sound of a bell, the person who had brought trouble left.

“I got caught… didn’t I?”

If I had really been discovered, things wouldn’t have ended like this. I am now a criminal with a wanted warrant, and a real knight would have a duty to catch me—even if there was no such thing, there would be no profit in letting the criminal in front of me go.

But in a situation like that, you just walk away without even considering me? In the end, it is highly likely that she did not know me and was just helping me. Probably yes.

Strangely enough, it leaves an unpleasant and unpleasant feeling.

“…Hmm.”

After all, it’s not uncommon for a knight to help someone, and isn’t it a bit contrived that the person being helped is me?

…Oh, isn’t it? Is it common? There should be something to look at in the article itself. I don’t know if they are volunteering like that or not because I don’t really encounter them unless I meet someone who is a city lord or something.

“Let’s go.”

“okay.”

hmm. However, I don’t think a knight-level person would come to this shabby inn for no reason unless he had some very good reason… He was talking about someone he knew earlier… Umm…

Instead of arguing further, I broke into a cold sweat. I glanced at the adventurers who were about to leave, dripping with blood—they seemed to be leaving because they thought the knight would come back.

Was their fight a complete coincidence or something intentional?

“That young man.”

Who is the owner of this inn?

“What should I do with the food? Should I give it back to you…?”

…This may be an idea that has gone too far.

I caught the suspicious bottle that was flying everywhere. It was true that I was being chased, but it was too much to distrust everything like this.

“No, thanks. “I almost ate it anyway.”

If you continue to be suspicious and distrustful at this level, you will sooner become paranoid than risk-averse. And if that happens, my every day will become incredibly tiring. Considering that this escape will last for several years, it is a good thing to shorten one’s life.

“I’ll help you clean up.”

“Oh no, there’s no need for that…”

“Anyway, all I have left is time. I also got some things. It’s okay, just watch the other guests.”

So, if there is no clear physical or circumstantial evidence, refrain from making speculations.

With that mindset, I put the table back up and retrieved the bowls that had rolled away.

The innkeeper looked a little sorry, but eventually left due to the piled up work. I felt like there was nothing I could do because I had to collect money from the adventurers and other customers were also watching and ordering.

Rattling.

Not knowing when to use my camouflage skills, my hand, which was wearing heavy gloves, steadily lifted the stack of dishes onto the table.

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“I won’t be able to find it even if I try a hundred days like this.”

“yes?”

Meanwhile, the street where the adventurers fled in haste.

“I didn’t say that to you.”

“Oh yeah.”

“More than that, my sword Jardin.”

“I’m here.”

Regardless of whether strangers passed behind him or not, the blue-haired knight took his sword and lifted it up.

A relic left behind by a former knight commander, and a sword specially made for people like her—who can’t be wizards but have too much magic for a knight—Bernstein gently exudes its unique brilliance without even the slightest fade.

“But why is the sword…”

“That’s a strange question.”

An amber sword that is as mysterious as a wood fire that has just begun to burn and shines transparently instead of splitting the light.

“Does a knight need a reason or explanation for checking his sword?”

“I’m sorry….”

It’s not her taste, but it’s very beautiful. With those thoughts in mind, Emerald put the sword back into its sheath.

The 1.3m long sword body, without consideration for the person who would inherit it, fell into the wooden sheath in order to fit the 1.9m predecessor.

“Well, then… what you said earlier… is it true?”

“…What do you mean?”

“You said earlier that it was because of that feeling.”

In the meantime, Jardin, who was her squire and had been given the title of local priest, asked another hesitant question. The boy who dreams of becoming a knight and strangely cannot lose weight despite his efforts looks really round and cute every time he does that.

“Was that something strange enough to be a problem?”

“No, it’s not like that… The driver is someone who doesn’t usually make illusions…”

“That’s true.”

“…Can I ask who you know?”

However, it is a bit annoying that she continues to ask questions without paying attention to me every time, or that she is very interested in me.

Emerald looked down at her squire quietly. As the gaze of jade green eyes continued, Jardin hid his trembling eyes by lowering his head.

“I’m sorry if I went off topic…”

“Okay. “I just need to know.”

She handed the sword sheathed back to Jardin and moved her feet again.

“Lord Emerald!”

Soon, someone came running from the other side. Their uniform attire with the person next to them, the spear they are holding, and the marks on their clothes indicate that they are guards of this city.

“A clue to the devil has been found.”

“Oh, was it found?”

“at las!”

She and Jardin showed their respective reactions to what the soldier said while breathing heavily.

Among them, Jardin’s reaction was particularly strong, but Emerald did not bother to stop it. There was still some distance from her virtue, but it was too bothersome to even point it out to the squire.

“If we find a clue, we will soon be able to catch the devil, sir.”

“Well, that’s something we don’t know yet.”

“You are the chief engineer.”

Above all, the news that the devil had been discovered was very happy news for her. The reason she came to this annoying, boring, and dirty town and the reason she had to work outside for so long was because that devil took up about half of the shares.

“If I catch this, my dispatch mission will be completely over… and I will be returning to Munmund in a year.”

“stop. I didn’t say anything, but your recklessness is about to hit the sky. Or do you want to try hunting yourself?”

“Ah… I’m sorry about that.”

She looked back on the year she had spent promoting traditional knight exchanges between the two knight schools, Tsechevator and Münchund.

Originally, she should have returned to the city of Münmund less than two weeks ago, but… the ruined lord of Mannhafeld made it her last wish to return and gave her an external mission. This is true even if she was semi-forced to volunteer due to unavoidable circumstances.

“And you, hurry and lead the way.”

“Yes yes!”

One day, the lord of the castle and those who forced her to volunteer will pay the price for their choices.

The knight, who had to take on someone else’s work without any travel expenses or out-of-work allowance, quietly picked up his sword.

* * *

Permission was given to meet with Cheongsanho.

So the Meister asked, ‘What’s going on with the temple bastards?’ regarding the permission that was finally granted. I started to wonder, ‘Aren’t these guys trying to conduct a trap investigation?’ I thought it would be easy for a wizard.

“what?”

“If you’re going to come in, you’re going to come in all the way. Why are you giggling at the door?”

However, contrary to his expectations, the temple did not try to monitor their conversation or find anything out of it.

The Meister’s brow furrowed.

“I wonder if the bastards are being bastards again.”

“Someone who thinks like that crawls in here?”

“I guess you were caught here because you were so good?”

good. When you see Yeongtaeng talking like that, I guess there really is no such thing as a surveillance tool.

Still, just in case, Meister decided to be careful with his mouth so as not to say anything unnecessary. Meanwhile, Cheongsanho, who had nothing to say, turned around with a weak sigh.

“He said he would be leaving soon.”

“is it so?”

Although the reference to the subject is omitted, there is no reason why it cannot be understood. The meister immediately realized who he was referring to and raised his eyebrows.

“So?”

“I thought you would follow.”

“Me?”

In addition, he could not hide his shocked expression as he continued to speak. he? them? why?

“…I guess he was mistaken.”

“Is that what the Archmage said?”

“okay.”

“hmm.”

Actually, it’s not that much of a misunderstanding. It’s not like I haven’t thought about joining their journey.

But it was better for him not to follow them than to follow them. To put it a little more accurately, there was a bigger reason to stay than to leave.

So it was. He gave up being with them.

“…Is it because of me?”

“About half.”

“What about the other half?”

“Request for battery research?”

Of course, the problem of helping his grandfather was a problem, but he also had quite a few other things to do. For example, battery research that was inspired by this incident, or remanufacturing of requested items that were lost due to this incident.

“If that’s the case, follow it.”

“…?”

“…You must have heard about the oracle.”

“You heard it right?”

Isn’t this the first incident in a long time where a bystander god, who predicted a person who would become a hero but never intervened further, worked?

I never paid attention to that, but I heard about it early on because the priests were so excited. It had nothing to do with him, so I just ignored it until now.

“If you do that, you will also know the latter part of the oracle.”

But if his grandfather mentions this, the story is different.

The Meister’s eyes narrowed and his index finger pushed down his glasses.

“…Of course I know.”

When he first heard about the oracle, he immediately recognized the identity of the ‘lost person’.

After all, if God, who did not even foresee the Bemurchen incident, personally mentioned it through an oracle, how much value would that object have? Either he is capable of causing more accidents than this, or he is as important as a hero, or something else.

But how common are such people? God even added the modifier ‘lost’ to the front?

Therefore, in the Meister’s judgment, there was only one person who could be the subject of this oracle. The only person who harbored one archdemon, killed two ancient beasts and two archdemons, and did it all while his memory was intact.

“…What if?”

Of course, saying this does not mean that he completely fits the description of ‘lost’. However, if you think of that part as a metaphor, it wasn’t so out of line. As he lived without memory, it seemed as if he was wandering around, having lost his way in life.

So the target of the oracle would be a demon knight. Maybe it’s him.

“If I say I’m going.”

But his grandfather is talking about it here?

…The grandfather who talked about qualifications and sent a demon knight?

“Are you going to tell me about your qualifications?”

This means that there is something more, something only his grandfather knows.

The meister’s purple eyes flashed.