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

Episode 277: Tell me (7)

I held my breath for a moment as the heavy presence hung at the edge of my senses.

‘Did even the bugling move?’

no. I didn’t find this first. They just informed me first. I am here, I have come here.

Since I am here, please focus here right away.

‘I think the exile pulled out his sword.’

Is that scary? If you ask me, well. I’m not scared. I don’t know why, but it’s really not scary.

Although there is no basis or evidence, this is why I am endlessly filled with confidence that it will be okay if it comes right in front of my nose.

‘What are we going to do now?’

However, I also heard this assurance.

If things continue like this, I will be okay, but Richa won’t be okay.

‘If things continue like this, your hometown will be destroyed.’

…Munmund won’t be okay.

“It’s going to be a little dizzy… I apologize in advance.”

I ignored my burning body, which was starting to hurt, and put my arms around Richa and strengthened her legs. You have to pretend to be a wizard. That proposition is still in mind.

“going.”

But honestly, yes. To put it another way, pretending to be a wizard doesn’t just mean that it’s magic for others to see?

I dyed the entire area pitch black with a line of magic and began to break through the forest at high speed.

Anyway, it was magic.

* * *

Emerald placed her hand on her stomach, feeling hungry for a moment. My throat is stiff and dry, as if it had been in a drought for dozens of days.

“That’s funny.”

But all of this is just an illusion.

Emerald swung her sword at the orc that attacked her. The moment the sword body, the size of an adult, cut through the air, several lives disappeared and blood flowed out.

Sigh! Blood covered the stones that formed the castle walls. The sun at dawn is putting a golden veil over the world, as if trying to cover everything once again.

“Lower the rope.”

“Yes yes!”

“Jardin, go up first.”

“…yes!”

Meanwhile, those on the wall quickly lowered their ropes. Jardin, who had thrown away all his luggage, grabbed it and started climbing.

Thanks to the protruding teeth on both sides, all he has to worry about is the back—or the front, depending on your perspective.

Wow!!

Of course, there is no way demons would let a person who tries to run away like that go smoothly. Other demons, including orcs, began running toward Jardin.

“Pray, you lowly things.”

However, in the current situation, the only person climbing the rope is Jardin.

“Please, in your next life, be born knowing the subject.”

The moment the wizards unleashed magic to kill the demons in the rear, Emerald grabbed the hilt of Bernstein’s sword as if it were hanging backwards. As the name suggests, the amber-colored blade is imbued with magical energy and shines like lava.

A bluish energy began to rise from the entire body strengthened by magical power.

One shot. Her waist was twisted to the side and the right arm holding Bernstein was bent inward. The blade, rotating counterclockwise along her arm, bounced off the orc’s ax blade.

Suddenly! Then, less than a second had passed, and Emerald, who had changed her grip method with skillful hands, swung the sword. The sword held with pure essence decapitated the orc.

Two feet. The flying orc’s head still rested on her left, and her sword swung to the right, blocking another demon.

Goblin. The sword drew a diagonal line to suit the short devil. Half of the goblin’s forearm and head were cut off.

Three shots. The hand that pulled the hilt of Bernstein’s sword to the left extended its arm to the right again. Pow! The second orc’s head was pierced.

In that state, Emerald pulled out her sword upwards. The blade that split the skull from the inside pushed the orc’s weapon, which was about to be caught by gravity, and drew a circle.

Three and a half steps. Due to proper control of force, the weapon caught on the blade without becoming beige or dripping and hit the space in front of the left front of the emerald along with the sword. The victim was Sammokgu, who was present at the scene.

While Sammokgu was hit by the ax that fell from above, Emerald’s heel rose.

Four feet. Following her body as she rotated like a dancer, a sword body that was rather long for a long sword blossomed. Sigh! The blood spreading outward is the paint that decorates the flowers she has bloomed.

Grumbling. The hem of the clothes, which had spread out in a circle following the movement, fell down gently. There is no strange red stain on the pure white clothes.

“Otherwise, wouldn’t the breath you breathe out be a waste?”

Okay. With a single gesture of her hand, all the blood that had formed on the blade was wiped away. Her body, which took four steps forward, returned to its first position with just one light back jump.

“Burn it!”

“die!”

Also, along with him, the wizards spewed fire once again. The demons that tried to catch up with her either burst into flames or gave up trying to save their lives.

Although it may not be able to burn all demons, it was a magic that served its role as a check.

“…!”

However, the moment the magic took over the demons, Emerald’s face hardened. Her blue hair waved as her head turned.

“What is this Magi…!”

In response, the priests on the castle walls also screamed.

“Priest?”

“You have to ring the bell right now!”

However, there is no interest in the cries of priests. Emerald adjusted her grip on the sword tightly and straightened her posture.

Crrrrr.

The demons, who had been hesitating as if they had realized that her gaze was directed elsewhere, let out cries for no reason. I don’t know if he’s under the illusion that what’s approaching is an ally, or if he’s doing it out of pure fear.

“Insignificant things…”

It’s just laughable and annoying.

The beautiful emerald army was bent as the insignificant things tried to protect it.

Coooooo!

“…!”

“earthquake…?!”

At that time, intangible waves began to come from the forest. To call it an earthquake, the vibration was not felt in the ground, and to call it an explosion, it was a wave without bursts of light or flying fragments.

If I had to be specific, it would be perfect pressure. Pressure with intention, like a dragon’s roar.

“…Has it disappeared again?”

That topic hasn’t existed for a long time. The threat that was so vivid that it made my fingertips tingle disappeared in an instant.

The demons shrank and the emerald fingers holding the sword stretched out.

“…It’s ominous.”

“What on earth is going on…?”

“Everyone be quiet…! “Stop talking nonsense!”

“Lord Emerald, now!”

The demons no longer showed any intention of attacking, perhaps because they were frightened by the extinguished demon energy. Accordingly, Emerald held on tightly to the rope that had come down. A knot built into the bottom of the rope allows her to stand on it.

The sword that had not been returned to its sheath was on alert for demons, just in case something happened.

“It seems that hunger and thirst are not the only things that matter in Munmund.”

There was no way Emerald could block the attacks pouring in from behind unless she climbed the rope herself.

So the soldiers pulled the rope themselves, and the emerald was slowly pulled up by holding on to the rope without moving.

Heehee!

Hehe!

Of course, in return, the pack horses left without her or Jardin’s protection immediately began to be eaten by the Sammokgu. It was a loss that had no choice but to be endured.

“Congratulations on your return to Munmund…!”

“okay.”

Still, she climbed up the castle wall safely. In that case, the horse’s life would have been well spent.

Emerald used it to bury the death of livestock.

“Emerald!!”

Instead, a new figure began running towards her.

Emerald held out Bernstein’s blade forward. The blond hair, which had begun to shine brightly in the rising flames, hurriedly stopped in front of the blade.

“Ugh, what is this!”

“What do you mean, Topaz?”

“It’s only been a year, will that happen?”

“Don’t worry, it will still be like this even if 100 years pass.”

“It’s cold… It’s cold!”

How could something like that become a knight given the name of a jewel?…

Emerald ignored the whining knight and threw Bernstein away. Squire Jardin, who was waiting for her, hurriedly grabbed Bernstein.

A few water droplets came out from the water bag he was holding, probably because he was drinking water.

“Where is Soldier Seongju?”

“He is on the wall near the Stern Tower.”

“Okay, I understand.”

I am quite tired from breaking through the siege of demons, but as a knight, I cannot put off reporting. This is even more so since we have come this far and confirmed that the demons’ siege is complete.

Emerald left the whining Topaz behind and moved toward the Stern Tower.

“I’m hungry…”

“I’m not thirsty…”

Several soldiers passed by, complaining of hunger and thirst.

“The treatment of swords is still harsh.”

“…Lord Xiaoseong.”

She also encountered the minor castle owner of Münmund. According to Münmund’s laws, this was a man who would one day become her immediate superior.

Well, if she leaves here before then, that won’t happen.

“It’s a sword that I took on without thinking, but it’s sad that I feel like I’m treating it so harshly.”

“…I will correct it.”

“Please, please.”

In any case, Emerald narrowed her eyes at the advice she heard as soon as she returned.

“If you don’t want your beloved’s sword in someone else’s hands, just ask for it…”

“Knight…”

“Let’s go.”

The good news was that she would never have someone like that as her boss.

The emerald’s turquoise eyes sparkled with a cold light as it glanced at the other side of the demon station where the demons were encamped.

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.

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“That article always leaves a bad impression.”

“Lord Soseong….”

“Ah ah. I know it without you having to say it. “You shouldn’t do this to the driver or the chief engineer.”

Meanwhile, Günther, the minor lord of Munmund who sent the emerald, was scratching his head. Dark blue hair, a rare color across the continent, swayed between his fingers.

“But what if I don’t make a good impression?”

“It’s basic courtesy not to show it.”

“Damn, I’m still nice to people other than that human.”

“Then what can I do? You’re being harsh on the talent you should treat with the most importance.”

Günter scratched his head again at the guard’s words. “That’s also a bad habit. “It doesn’t seem out of place.” The guard, who was stricter than his father, gave another warning.

“Damn, aren’t you even angry? Bernstein is not a sword that deserves to be treated like that!”

“What kind of treatment does a sword need? A sword is just a sword. “If you can cut down your opponent, it’s over.”

“still!”

“Lord Xiaocheng, please be honest. “It’s not that I don’t like the sword Bernstein because it’s treated like a cold stew, but because I hate Lord Amber’s belongings because they’re treated like a cold stew.”

“…Damn it, you know that and yet you take Lord Emerald’s side?”

“Because public life and life are two different things.”

However, what the escort driver said was never wrong. That was the problem. Günter also knew how foolish what he was doing was.

“…That was the sword that Atya would inherit.”

“Yes, I did.”

“If there is no Lord Amber, then of course it is Atya. Or Alya. Since Alya does not use the sword, Pasha had to take over instead.”

“In normal times, that would have been the case.”

“But… but damn it…”

“…Lord Soseong.”

After all, what is strange about a sword that has disappeared from its original owner and no one to inherit it, and goes to someone who can use it well? What’s wrong with lost mementos being held in the hands of those who fight for others instead of being buried in the ground?

Moreover, Sir Emerald had a lot of magical power like Sir Amber, and despite that, he was a knight who could fight well. In other words, he is the person who can best utilize Bernstein’s characteristics.

So it was only natural that she inherited Bernstein. It was truly deserved.

Really…really….

“…are they really dead?”

“well.”

“Please answer Lord Sapphire. “Do you think they are dead?”

“….”

Günter hired his escort driver. After a long period of silence, the escort knight opened his mouth with a somber expression.

His long blue hair, which gave rise to the name Sapphire, looks like falling falls.

“Otherwise there’s no way they wouldn’t come here.”

Günther’s expression fell.

“Yeah… I guess so. “If he was really alive, there’s no way he wouldn’t have appeared by now.”

“…I know there are a lot of mysterious things about their disappearance. One, Lord Soseong. You are not the kind of person who should cling to one or two dead people. Now think about the future.”

“…okay.”

However, he was the lord of the small castle and was the person who should become the commander to protect this land in the future. Günter gazed closely at the castle walls, unable to hide his despair.

The walls where his idols, his friends, and his sworn brothers have disappeared are still full of people.

“…The soldiers are complaining of unusual hunger and thirst.”

However, if you look closely at the soldiers’ complexions, the situation is not very good.

Günther raised his eyebrows as he looked at his stomach, which had been thirsty and hungry from earlier. No matter how much I thought about it, it wasn’t normal for so many people – including myself – to do this at the same time.

“Are you too?”

“…yes. “I haven’t told you so far because I can tolerate it, but is it possible that Lord Xiaoseong is like that too?”

“Maybe it’s a curse.”

“I’ll check.”

However, it is something that has never happened in Munmund, but if you look somewhere other than here, it is surprisingly easy to find the cause.

“…I hope not.”

“It’s still too early to jump to conclusions.”

“But you’re already half convinced, right?”

“….”

One of the two great devils on the northern front, a scavenger who lies under lotus petals and eats corpses in the shade of the reed fields. Or a beast that swallows rivers and dries out the land, bringing about starvation.

Plague Courier Eric Sikton.

“We’ll have to man the food warehouse and well.”

When Eric Sikton appears on the front line, people in the area complain of unreasonable thirst and hunger. The same thing happened even if I gave him food and water.

A thirst that cannot be satisfied no matter how much you fill it, a thirst that knows no end, an eternal gluttony. That was Eric Sikton’s curse.

“I guess so.”

“Well, I think my father would have already given instructions on this.”

Eric Sikton’s curse has the characteristic of being cured only for a short time even when exposed to divine power, and once the priest’s touch leaves, it becomes hungry again.

So, if you want to solve this, the only way is to endure until Eric Sikton leaves the battlefield. Until then, food warehouses and wells will be the highest priority for protection.

Günter pressed his temple.

“…I’m worried that even the guards might lose their senses and attack.”

“I can’t help it. “We have no choice but to select people with strong patience.”

“shit. “When we send reinforcements from the north, we should ask them to send experienced people.”

“Why don’t you stand in person, Lord Xiaoseong?”

“well. Do you think I can do that? “I think it’s probably impossible.”

Günther knew himself well. If he is put in charge of guarding, one day he will lose his temper and rush into the well or rob the food warehouse. He wasn’t as mentally strong as he thought.

“It’s a person!”

“…?”

But while he was mocking himself, one side of the castle wall started to become noisy. It was the fuss of soldiers standing guard.

“What’s going on?”

Günther ordered the escort knight who was following him to ‘find out if the curse is true and then come back’ and then headed towards the commotion alone. The soldiers looked perplexed at the sudden approach of their superior.

“That…”

“…the scouting party has returned.”

“what?”

But what now? The scouting party is back? The siege of those demons that only the chief knight managed to break through?

Günther went through the soldiers with an indescribable feeling. It is good news that the scout came back alive, but it is not very believable that he came back alive after getting through that horde of demons.

“…Atya?”

However, the moment he peeked his head through the soldiers’ screen, he began to doubt his own eyes even more. The face he had longed for so far was seen hanging next to the returning scout.