Chapter 181 – Chapter 181 ― I’ll Give You a Chance (4)
Episode 181 ― I will give you a chance (4)
After the hero met Helen,
Among the early quests they accepted, there was something related to this smithy.
A quest given by Grunent, who has returned to the princess of Merde, to gain the trust of the nobles and develop her position in the guild — so that she eventually becomes well-liked by Grunent and recruits Aina.
In the aristocratic family he went to for that purpose, the warrior accidentally finds a burnt diary.
There, it was written about this forge and about the deceased.
Helen, who visits a noble family with her hero, finally learns the source of her own sword.
It’s a heavy game even though it’s a game, and it’s a quest that feels bad to some, and it doesn’t even activate unless you find the diary.
Because of that, it was a quest that not many people did even though the rewards were huge.
The Castle Hero legend is a game in the first place.
Even if you are roughly equipped with armor, you can proceed without difficulty in battle. RPGs are assorted, and the important thing is the H-scene.
A description of a situation that only passed through text.
‘After the old man wept, he said thank you and asked me to take one of the armor he wanted.’
But looking at what I see in front of my eyes
Roan wondered how he managed to condense this scene into such a dry sentence.
“… For letting me know… Thank you.”
The man who stopped crying and raised his head shone brightly in his eyes.
Even Helen glared at him with her sharp eyes, her mouth tightly shut.
Even if someone who doesn’t know anything sees it, it’s an expression that makes me want to do something.
This,
This look,
Did you skip it without a single line of description?
After all, is a game just a game?
Roan became bitter.
Expressing condolences to the many stories that would have been ignored in it.
“Without knowing that… Let’s sell comfortably here…”
And the moment I saw those eyes.
Roan found out why when he found the blacksmith facilities, the blacksmith didn’t say anything after this quest.
The killing spree tingles at his sensitive senses without the need for ‘detection’ and ‘listening’.
Perhaps he was sharpening the blade of vengeance.
And I don’t know what happened to him.
The lives of extras and NPCs don’t matter in the game.
He soon spoke the same lines as in the game.
“Thank you for telling us about your son. But all I can give you is the goods here. Please wait a moment.”
Normally, I would have been delighted with admiration for the same dialogue as in the game.
But seeing him, Roan’s heart was heavy.
The old man got up and walked to the armor display.
“This is the best armor my son has ever made. Please take this.”
The armor Roan was working on earlier.
It is not a lie to say that it is his son’s best work. Because that armor has a magical ability that no one has been able to use.
That armor is a growing armor.
The armor increases in proportion to the user’s stats, and grows as the level increases.
In the original game, whenever the stats of a hero starting from level 1 increase, the level of the armor also increases.
If the strength of the warrior I met recently was about level 1 at the beginning of the game, how strong would I be, the demon king? Judging from what I felt in the game, twice as many warriors? Three times?
Then indeed,
How strong will that armor be?
“It’s not a story I told you hoping for a return, but I’ll be grateful.”
Roan politely bowed his head.
However, the old man nodded roughly and said as he did not accept his greeting.
“If there is anything you need in the future, come and find it. I’ll do it cheaper than anywhere else.”
And a message appeared.
[Message: The function of the facility deployed in Sprouse is unlocked!]
[Message: Visit the facility shown on the map and see what it does!]
[Message: Visitable Facilities — Forge]
While the blinding message and the mini-map were turned off, the old man was walking towards the inside of the smithy, not sure what to do.
“Master.”
The blacksmith who was about to go inside, leaving him behind, looked back at Roan with a devastated face.
Seeing his wide eyes, Roan made up his mind.
To act on a whim.
For I could not comfort him when he wept,
Instead of comforting words, he decided to hold out his hand.
“What would you do if I gave you a chance?”
“Opportunity… ?”
As if the emotions were bleached,
Confusion crept across the pale blacksmith’s face.
Then Roan spoke softly.
It was a very low whisper.
“That is what you are trying to do now. What if I could help with that?”
The blacksmith opened his eyes,
Helen looked at the faces of Roan and the old man alternately, as if not understanding why.
Roan knows what the old man does after the hero dies in the game.
The blacksmith always sits in one place,
He doesn’t even receive other guests, he makes something in silence.
Not too big and not too heavy.
But a sharp short sword.
Dagger.
He must have been looking for the man who killed his son somewhere invisible in the game.
The reason for the many quests that the blacksmith gave to the warriors was connected to one. Material gathering quests, people finding quests, delivery quests.
And Roan can guess who killed his son.
Because Helen knows the aristocratic family that gave her the sword.
“Anything…”
A trembling voice came out of the old man’s mouth.
He said with a mixture of anger and sadness.
“Anything. I will.”
“Whatever, you mean.”
Roan’s amethyst eyes shone at first glance.
Between red lips
A heavy, low-pitched sentence came out.
“All right.”
It was an ordinary word,
A word as if to assert something.
Fear flashed across the old man’s face.
But the moment was very short.
Its place was taken by vengeance.
“I will definitely keep my promise to help. It may take some time, but don’t act rashly until it comes back.”
A faint smile crossed Roan’s insensitive face.
“After that, you can come with me.”
The old man finally realized that he had made a contract with something that could not be broken.
**
“You’ve come here again.”
Roan laughed shyly.
“Besides, being treated like this? Is the shell so useless?”
“It is as the master said.”
Helen nodded with a bitter expression.
The place where they are sitting is inside the priest’s house.
It is a private reception room to welcome guests.
The person Helen came to meet is a high-ranking priest who is said to have been Helen’s henchman and Grunent’s informant in the past. According to Grunent, he is the head of the so-called ‘Saint Faction’ within the church.
— Such an embarrassing word… Isn’t it Lord Grünent who gave it that name?
— After all, there is only one pope, and five cardinals are reserved for the pope’s henchmen. Helen appeared just as she was in need of someone who would be the center of gravity for those who were not greedy for power and only sought the will of the Goddess. Helen is their center. So I have no choice but to name it Helen.
Even after Grünent came to her Evir Geo, her Helen’s faction tried to protect her in several ways, such as giving Helen her information or trying to stop her Helen’s dispatch. And its leader.
Bishop Sermo, who was the leader of those who tried to spread the doctrine of the goddess in the religious order, which had become a political group that overwhelmed even the royal family, was rarely staying in the capital.
“After the spring event, he came to the capital every year and talked with priests who shared his will. Even at this time…”
Helen stopped talking at the sudden appearance of a man. Roan naturally turned his eyes to the priest who appeared at the entrance of the drawing room.
A green tool that only high-ranking priests can wear over white priestly clothes. He doesn’t look that old, but he has gray hair on the side.
The face through the glasses was stained with fatigue.
Helen got up from her seat involuntarily. Helen, with a sad, nostalgic expression on her face, called out his name.
“Sermo.”
Hearing the subtitle’s message that people who looked like aristocrats were looking for him, Sermo headed to the parlor with a face that did not hide his tiredness.
The parish of Sermo is Berat Territory, far northeast of Spros.
He doesn’t know how he came to know that he was staying in Sprouse, but Sermo intended to throw them away after roughly blessing them.
It is often the case that high nobles specifically ask for a blessing from a prominent bishop. It’s embarrassing to say with my own mouth, but Sermo is also a prestigious bishop’s high school because he has served for a long time.
‘Then what do you do? Because the saintess has disappeared. I’ll be kicked out somewhere soon too.’
He sighed and entered the drawing room.
And when he saw the face of the aristocratic woman calling his name, he froze.
It was definitely the first time I saw your face,
I think the voice and tone are somehow familiar.
‘Mistaken…’
No.
It’s someone else.
Sermo raised his glasses as if clearing his thoughts and greeted him in a cold voice.
“… Nice to see you. Who were you to say you would meet me?”
Then, the woman let out an ah and looked blankly at the bishop, while the man sitting on the sofa smiled softly.
The man had a handsome face, and the woman was also beautiful.
Even his reaction when he was flustered was the same as the girl he knew, so Sermo’s calm face softened a little.
“Are you sure you found me? I am Sermo, Bishop of Berat.”
“Yes. We have come to see the Bishop.”
The answer was a man who hadn’t gotten up from the sofa yet.
Arrogant but natural attitude. Is he a noble somewhere? Sermo looked at him displeasedly and asked.
“Who the hell…”
“That’s me. Sermo.”
And the bishop, who turned to him, froze.
He couldn’t believe what he had seen, and the bishop’s stiff eyes soon widened.
“Hell… !”
“Shh.”
When Helen put her index finger on her lips, the bishop forgot his age and covered his mouth with his hands.
Having disenchanted her transformation tool, Helen returned to her true face.
The Bishop involuntarily took Helen’s hand and asked, as if halfway out of her mind.
“Uh, how… ! You are the goddess thank you You went to Evirzio, how did you come back alive! Wasn’t that wild rumor before?”
“A rumor?”
“It is said that His Holiness imprisoned the saintess…”
“Ah, it must have been.”
The bishop’s expression became grim as he held Helen’s hands and recited prayers over and over again.
“If it wasn’t for this guy, that is.”
And at Helen’s words that followed, the bishop turned around at Roan with a sudden change of expression.
He is a middle-aged man with a dynamic expression.
Roan laughed involuntarily.
“Is this the person? The one who said that His Holiness and all the knights kneel.”
Unlike his flustered behavior, his eyes are as sharp as a cut. The eyes behind the glasses radiated a cold light and scanned Roan.
Uprightness and holy power felt as ‘detection’.
It was a profound divine power that was not much different from that of the pope.
Of course, there was Helen’s overwhelming divine power above the insurmountable wall, so it might not seem like there is much difference between the Pope and the bishop.
“He was said to have great power. How did those two of you come to such a dangerous place?”
It’s a bit funny to see the priest refer to the temple as a ‘dangerous place’ with his own words, but there is no lie in his words.
The place where everything is dictated by the pope’s words is the church, and here is the temple of life. It is a dangerous place indeed for Helen.
And Helen smiled lightly at his worried tone and said,
“Sermo. Haven’t there been rumors that this person is the representative of the Goddess?”
The bishop opened his eyes wide once more.
“Such cheeky… Oh, sorry. That wasn’t what the subtitle guys were exaggerating…”
And the bishop, who felt the divine power of Roan, stopped talking.
He opened his mouth wide and began to gasp.
“… Oh, pure power… You pointed a knife at someone like this…”
Seeing his reaction, Helen smiled contentedly, and Roan opened her mouth with a smile.
“I’m here to scout the bishop.”
