episode_0478

“A poor junior. How is work going these days?”

“Well, it’s just as hard as usual.”

Luca wasn’t too surprised by Carl’s sudden visit.

I had been expecting this since Lucy left this morning, saying it wasn’t fun.

The lady probably had a general idea of what I was preparing.

So, when Luca had a conversation with Lucy, he seriously considered whether he should do something on the spot even if the plan went a bit awry.

If Lucy had come to declare war, Luca had no choice but to go along with it.

However, contrary to Luca’s worries, Lucy only got on his nerves and left without saying anything more.

Luca, who saw him, guessed that he had some suspicion but was not sure.

If Lucy knew everything, she wouldn’t have left him associated with the evil spirit.

There is no way she, who is loved by the Lord, would leave this alone.

So Luca also decided to hold off for the time being. There was only a week left until what was planned would unfold anyway.

No matter how young you are, it is impossible to respond perfectly within a week.

So, you should be willing to give yourself time to prepare.

The more you do your best, the better this plan will end.

“What should I do if a senior like you, my junior, is having a hard time?”

“Professor Karl, isn’t he leaving the Aln family behind? As a commoner, I don’t have anything, so I have to do what I’m told.”

“Haha. I also have ears. Junior. If you are a junior, you are no easy task.”

“Oops. Have you been too harsh?”

Anyway, the plan is now on track. Even if Professor Carl is watching me from the side, no problem will arise.

However, one thing that bothers me is the problem of how to get rid of Professor Carl on the day the plan unfolds.

“But I didn’t lie too much.”

last year. Luca, who watched Karl from the side, knew that his skills were not at the level of a simple knight.

He is treated as a promising prospect even in the Arn Knights, where brilliant talents gather, and he has shown with his whole body why he is regarded as such.

In Luca’s eyes, Karl was a powerful man who would have already taken on a major role if he had joined a knighthood other than the Arn Knights.

You may be able to defeat it by using various means, but it will cost you a lot of money in the process.

So it’s difficult.

Everything I have must be devoted to leaving a mark on the stars.

You should not reach out to a half-baked luminous stone.

“What great things can a commoner do in the power of the noble First Queen?”

I guess I’ll have to think about it a bit.

We need to find a way to pass on our obscure talents to some other half-assed guy.

*

Apostle of the Arts Order. Frete sat on a chair and tapped his forearm with his fingers.

I don’t have time for this right now.

We need to prepare to bring the lady back as soon as possible.

We need to prepare the optimal environment for painting the Lady’s picture and create the masterpiece of a lifetime.

I have to create a work that even the goddess will praise highly.

“Prete. Aren’t you showing that it’s too annoying? I don’t think I’m the type of person who deserves to be treated like this.”

“Yes? Did I do something? I was just quietly listening to Sword Saint’s story.”

“You really didn’t say that thinking you could fool my senses, did you?”

“…I’m sorry. Mr. Geomseong. Is there something you have been preoccupied with recently?”

A current sword saint and the continent’s first adventurer-turned sword saint. Yuden laughed lightly and brushed his bangs.

“Are you talking about the accessories made by the Arts Council?”

“Did you know about him?”

“Of course. How famous is that ornament? All merchants with money are anxious to get it, but I don’t know.”

Although he was given the title of Sword Saint, Yuden chose to live as an adventurer rather than become an honorary noble of a country. Recently, he has been wandering the world and expanding his knowledge.

Because the name of the Sword Saint is so famous, she wanders around with her identity hidden, usually participating as an escort in some peddler’s business and passing along like waves.

Therefore, it was not surprising that Juven, who had a lot of conversations with various merchants, knew about accessories.

“I heard about it, but is there really that much demand?”

“Prete, you know this because you have been wandering for a long time. Merchants are crazy about things related to luck.”

“Hmm. There is a tendency like that.”

“What is the trend? Merchants are people who will even eat orc dung if it brings them luck.”

These are the accessories of the Arts Order that bring good luck just by owning them and are so beautiful in appearance that they make you smile just by looking at them.

How could something like this not be popular?

“…Sword Saint. Please.”

Seeing the Sword Saint laughing while talking like that, Frete raised her voice without realizing it.

This is why it is difficult to write a poem about an incumbent swordsman. Because this person’s usual words and actions are so harsh, I can’t tell the story as it is.

“Ah. Please don’t nag me. What do you expect from someone who gave up his title because he hated that kind of thing.”

“Haaa.”

Frete sighed at the sight of culture being thrown to the ground, wiped his face, and spoke with the intention of letting him go quickly no matter what.

“So why did you come here even though you knew you would be nagged?”

“Because of the accessory I just talked about.”

“…You came to get that ornament? Why?”

Frete lifted her head without realizing it after hearing Yuden’s story.

The person Frete knew named Juden was not the type of person to worry about accessories.

A person who doesn’t even feel the need to decorate themselves.

A human being who doesn’t care about beauty at all.

Even if you make a decent accessory, the author throws it to the ground because it is annoying.

He comes first and asks for accessories!?

“Youngjae’s beauty was enough to reach even a blind eye like you. It is truly a touching thing.”

“…What? What kind of idiotic talk.”

“It’s okay if you don’t deny it. It’s completely normal to be impressed by Lady Arn’s beauty. Even the goddess I serve.”

“No. no. I’m really just an ornament and I don’t care what beauty is. If I was really interested in jewelry, I would have just grabbed the right guy by the collar and brought it back. What do you come here for?”

“…you. Are you really saying you don’t think anything when you see the lady in the jewelry?”

“So?”

“How can there be someone like this?”

“No. hey. Frete. Is your innermost feelings coming out now? Are you not even managing your facial expressions?”

Yuden also spoke in embarrassment at the sight of Frete, who rarely lost her smile, with a straight face.

Frete belatedly realized his rudeness and cleared his throat, tried to control his emotions, and then continued.

“Then what does your purpose for coming here have to do with the accessories?”

“The person depicted there is the daughter of the Aln family, right?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“That means with Frete.”

“Prete!”

While the two were talking, the door suddenly opened and a priest from the church appeared.

He was breathing heavily as if he was running in a hurry, but when he saw the face of the Sword Saint, he urgently lowered his head.

“Sorry! Sword Saint! Please excuse me!”

“That’s it. What am I? He’s a great person.”

“But.”

“There are more urgent matters than that. Tell me.”

“…Thank you for your consideration and I apologize for my rudeness. Frete. The daughter of the Aln family has come to visit.”

“You mean the lady has come!?”

“The daughter of the Aln family came here!?”

*

Once I thought I would meet the Sword Saint, I immediately went to Caria and asked about her whereabouts.

The one wandering here and there is a person named Geomseong, but for a person of that size, information about her whereabouts is naturally gathered.

As I expected, Caria immediately told me where the Sword Saint was.

“That person is currently in the art school?”

“…What?”

However, the answer was far from what I expected. Why is there a person in the Arts Church who lives as an adventurer and only seeks out harsh places? Isn’t that a place where Geomseong would set foot?

Just because I felt embarrassed didn’t change the reality.

Caria’s story was that Sword Saint was clearly in the Arts Church and was even meeting and talking with Frete.

crazy. Do I have to go to the place where those perverts are again?

Do I really have to go to a place where there are crazy bastards kneeling and shuffling and praying everywhere I pass!?

‘…I know that too. Change your stance. grandfather. If you sell something, you have to go to a place where there are people who are happy to receive congratulatory messages! ‘Can you bear it, Grandpa!?’

‘There was something similar?’

I heard my grandfather say that they were the ones who created festivals wherever they went, but I couldn’t really sympathize with them.

‘So did they stick their heads in front of you and ask you to step on them?’

‘Did you ask me to spit on you for inspiration?’

‘No, right?’

‘Then please don’t pretend to sympathize. ‘I really don’t like it there.’

After arguing with my grandfather and mentally preparing myself to some extent, I boarded the teleportation gin and headed to the place where the art church was located.

What happened the moment I entered the church was not much different from what I expected.

Those who are angry that the incarnation of the goddess has come again. Those who kneel down on the floor and pray. People who cry just by making eye contact.

I, who was expressing my sincere disdain at the hellish scene, blinked when I saw the face of the person running towards me from afar.

A robe that looks worn. Leather armor commonly worn by adventurers. A sword that stands out enough to be considered a bit excessive compared to other equipment.

That person with that handsome face must be the Sword Saint, but why is that person running towards me?

…Could it be that that person is also a pervert?

Do idiot foxes and perverts have the same ideal tastes?

Did something happen and a normal human become strange?

Just as I was feeling embarrassed at the appearance of the Sword Saint with his eyes open and blue, the Sword Saint arrived in front of me.

She stared at me with black eyes resembling obsidian, then immediately knelt down on the floor and lined up her neck.

“Daughter of the Aln family! Give me my father… No! Please give me a chance to meet Sir Aln! Jebaaal!”