Chapter 233 – Chapter 233 ― Fall in the Summer, Like Frost on a Summer Day (4)
Episode 233 ― 夏月飛霜, like frost on a summer day (4)
“It is the family’s honor that the church’s saintess visits us like this.”
“Don’t call me by that name.”
Helen’s expression was cold.
Hearing her words, the baron and his employees flinched.
The baroness had to sit on her knees in the middle of her parlor. Because, she said, ‘how dare you be on the same height as us’.
Because the owner was in such a situation, the servants could not stand still. In the end, only Roan, Helen, and the blacksmith Kruber sat on the sofa. Even though he came for revenge, it was difficult for Kruber to hide his restlessness.
The concept of Roan today is mysticism.
But even for that, Helen’s level of immersion in acting is very good. She’s definitely over +80, and it’s probably because of her likability level, which puts her at risk of crossing fanatics and stalkers.
“I am no longer a member of the Order, no longer a holy agent. I’m just one person who serves the Goddess, so don’t call me a saint.”
It is not an empty word to say that Grünent used her Helen to walk a tightrope with the Order, the Royal Family, and the nobility. Her Helen’s position seems to be higher than Roan thought.
Anyway, Helen, her acting is better than I thought.
Could it be because, due to her position as a saint, she had many opportunities to give speeches or meet nobles? She’s a person who can’t lie, so I thought she would pop if I gave her an act.
“The church lost its light because it conveyed the precious words and meaning of Goddess Laurecia. That’s why I decided to bring the true Goddess agent here and deliver the words of her Goddess.”
An atmosphere of chatter spread among the people gathered in the drawing room. Not knowing how to react to the startling news delivered by a ‘saint’ whose name everyone knows, even the aristocratic baron can’t move.
Even the blacksmith sitting next to Roan felt startled and trembled.
“Baron Lars.”
Roan finally opened his mouth.
His voice was soft but stern,
Slightly unlocks the skills ‘Overwhelm’ and ‘Charisma’.
It wasn’t as suffocating as the demon king used to be, but it was enough to make people feel intimidated.
Rarely have I felt this level of intimidation from a human being. The servants and even the noble baron bowed their heads to Roan’s presence without even realizing it.
“Are all the servants here?”
Of course, as an aristocrat, he had no way of knowing.
The baron looked at the butler in bewilderment, and the butler shook his head.
“Oh, no.”
“Call everyone here without fail.”
Roan looked straight into the baron’s eyes. The bodies of the baron and the baroness trembled as they knelt.
Helen felt a strange thrill.
It’s been several months since her master stopped showing this aura. When she didn’t need it, she felt a little bit of her hidden power here again, so Helen felt a sense of delight at the greatness of her master.
Soon several more people appeared in the drawing room.
It seemed that he had called all the little maids and gardeners who worked in the kitchen and laundry.
But Roan knows.
That there are more people trapped in the basement.
“Baron.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Is this all?”
“Yes.”
The red concentric circles clearly spread as if saying, “It can’t be that way.” Roan’s eyebrows twitched. That alone was enough to communicate.
“In front of whom do you dare tell a lie!”
Helen’s roar erupted like thunder.
She, too, can tell the truth from a lie.
Surprised, people rolled their eyes.
“There must be people locked up.”
The moment they heard Roan’s words, the baron and his wife’s faces turned black. Consternation appeared on the faces of the employees.
Only a few of the users know about the trapped technicians. People who create magic items in a villa outside the capital owned by a baron. It was the secret to gaining power in his own way, even though his family had no power.
With Helen and Grünent gone and the church’s strength diminishing, the baron who had put a line on the church took on the technicians he had confined more than before. They go back and forth between the villa and the baron’s house, making new things.
It was a conclusion made by combining the story before and after the quest in the game and the story about the baron that Urtellia had been investigating.
Roan’s expression was heavier than ever.
The butler hurriedly disappeared at the glance of the baron. Soon he showed up with three technicians along with the guards he had taken with him.
Roan frowned at their condition, which was more messed up than expected, and Helen held her breath.
“… Master.”
Helen whispered softly as if her breath was passing. But Roan didn’t answer. In fact, she couldn’t open her mouth because she couldn’t control her emotions.
Roan glanced at the blacksmith sitting next to him. It wouldn’t be strange if he took out his dagger and suddenly did a sword dance or exploded in anger. He was watching the dragging technicians with furious bloodshot eyes.
All three could not walk on their own feet.
Roan couldn’t tell if the tendons were cut or if the bones were damaged somewhere.
One thing is certain: this baron is a truly uglier man than Roan imagined.
Perhaps they were not properly fed and cared for, the clothes they were wearing smelled of filth and bottles. Some of the servants and the baroness clutched their noses involuntarily and then quietly lowered their hands to Helen’s icy eyes.
“… Victor.”
Roan was taken aback by the blacksmith’s groaning words. Does anyone know?
One of the technicians, pale from being locked up for a long time, raised his head. The man named Victor, who met Kruber’s eyes, frowned and looked at the blacksmith, then his eyes widened.
“… Oh, uncle…”
Mister?
“Do you know someone?”
Kruber’s face had already turned white like a sheet of paper.
“Yes, son’s, friend…”
Helen’s face hardened.
That alone is enough to get a rough idea of the situation.
The expression of one of the dragged technicians, a man named Victor, was also messed up.
Kruber stayed still as if swallowing emotions, then opened his mouth.
“How did the knife… Did it happen?”
“…”
The scruffy-looking young man couldn’t even stand on his own legs, so he sat down on the ground and lowered his head. As if the death of the blacksmith’s son was my fault.
Roan glanced at the butler sitting behind them.
“Bring me some water.”
He hesitated, but no one in this room could presumptuously disobey Roan and Helen any longer. After trembling and drinking the water he brought, the young man opened his mouth.
“I, along with Carl, went to the front line… I went to a unit that repairs weapons. From there, I was brought to the baron…”
And I couldn’t speak any more.
Kruber closed his eyes tightly without urging.
The heart that wanted to hear about the son and the heart that did not want to hear must have crossed.
He equally closes his eyes to the Baron, who is being accused of what he has done. The actions are the same, but the heart must be the exact opposite of that of the blacksmith.
Victor, who had noticed, couldn’t continue his words as if his throat was choked. Eventually, tears broke down his dried-up face.
“Huh… Mister… Carl is dead… Uncle Uncle…”
The young man covered his pitiful face with both hands. His wrists were clearly marked by being tied to a rope for a long time.
He was very skinny, curled up and crying like a child. Watching the blacksmith tremble as he bit his lip, Roan involuntarily touched his forehead.
Because of the skill ‘listening’, it felt like his heart was breaking. His head pounded with anger. It was only belatedly that he thought about locking up the skill.
However, this feeling that Roan feels is actually only part of what the old man is feeling.
So Roan tried to bring out as much composure as possible. Helen’s eyes also burned red, and some of the servants who saw her for the first time even swallowed a gulp in amazement.
The conversation wasn’t very long, but
Communication was sufficient.
Controlling his emotions, Roan said to the baron.
“Tell me what happened. Why was a young man who went to war imprisoned here, and why his life was lost.”
The baron trembled and began to open his mouth.
Now he guessed why the people in front of him had suddenly invaded this place.
Baron Lars, who had led the knights of the ducal family of the great lord a few years ago, was in a position to support his troops from the rear.
The moment he saw the technicians from commoners gathered there, he came up with an amazing idea. Maybe he has the skill to recognize people too.
It is common for aristocrats to steal items mobilized for war.
Engineers who were mobilized in the war can moderately cover up even if one or two disappear. A battlefield is a place where hundreds and thousands of people can die overnight. Even commoners Even if I die, no one cares. No matter how special powers they have, they are commoners.
So he put this plan into action.
“I made facilities in the villa and had them work in the villa when needed…”
The baron trembled and confessed what he had done. It was the magical power of ‘charisma’. Without the skill, he would have kept his mouth shut and pretended not to know. Seizing the lives of a few commoners is a very easy task for nobles.
That’s why the servants were even more surprised at the mysterious situation like now.
Even more than what their owner would do to anger the angels, the situation in which the baron did not hide his ugliness and revealed it all in front of the saintess who came to visit them and the man who was called the ‘true goddess’ agent’.
“My son, why did you kill my son?”
The blacksmith asked about the situation. He seemed tired just from hearing the story. However, the baron did not respond to his languid voice.
He didn’t deliberately keep his mouth shut.
The baron doesn’t know.
The tool he kept was destroyed alone.
The baron was only interested in the usefulness of the tool, not in why it came to be.
The baron hesitated, then turned his gaze to his butler. Like asking why I don’t know. Then the butler swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth with difficulty.
“While working, we caught the situation in which he stole the goods. He was probably trying to escape… So, the baron gave the order to deal with it…”
“Did I tell you to kill me!”
The baron gave a growl.
Roan opened his eyes at the sudden loud voice, and the servants flinched.
But the baron’s expression was desperate.
“I only told you to deal with it, when I told you to kill it…”
“It’s expendables, didn’t you tell me to organize it!”
Then the elderly butler raised his voice. Helen’s eyes darkened. He didn’t like the way people dared to act rudely in front of his master.
“Stop.”
And an instant moment.
Roan’s low voice cleared the hall.
As if there was a momentary pause, the drawing room became quiet again.
“Kruber.”
Roan calmly called the old man by name.
“What do you want to do?”
“…”
“How do you want to pay it back?”
The old man slowly rose from his seat.
The blood drained from the baron couple’s faces.
The threat to life also draws strength from humans. Roan focused on them, pulling out the ‘overwhelm’ as if he were pressing down on their bodies with his hands.
“Eww… , Ugh…”
“I, please…”
The baron fell forward, and the baroness coughed up blood. They both collapsed on their sides on the floor of the ornate parlor.
It looked like a dying animal.
However, Roan has no right to stop breathing.
The old man took out a dagger from his bosom.
What Roan saw in the game,
It was the sword that the blacksmith in the game had been silently making.
“Goddess… Will you forgive me, Agent.”
The old man asked.
“The Goddess said so. Every power has a price.”
The voice of Goddess Laurecia’s agent was gentle. It’s kind like today’s weather, when spring is gone and summer is coming.
“The power he enjoyed has a price, and the power you wield now will have a price. You just need to be prepared to handle it. Goddess does not judge. She just watches how her children are doing. “
But the words he uttered were too cold. Like frost on a summer day.
