episode_0591

Having received the power of embrace as a reward for saving the fairy forest, I kept thinking about the word embrace.

It wasn’t because I was a serious and good person.

I just thought that if I didn’t do something like this, I wouldn’t be able to reach the power of inclusion.

It can’t be helped!

The Perverted Apostle kept his mouth shut, saying that from now on the only way would be to find it on his own!

Grandpa is just saying that he already knows everything!

He answered silently, saying that the added comment was an area he couldn’t answer!

Even the tutorial function I found after a long time says that it is a skill that cannot be studied!

What can I do when all the people who give me advice like this can’t give me a proper answer? Don’t you think we need to figure something out, even if it’s just the way we do it?

This was the definition of tolerance that greeted me on a day when I was looking through the dictionary out of frustration.

I will accept something else generously. I will try to respect and understand even opinions that are completely opposite to my own.

As I read the dictionary definition over and over again, I suddenly remembered a video I saw before entering this world.

The priest in the video did not reprimand the man who went on a rampage and insulted not only him but also the church’s God and believers, but instead embraced him.

He also defended this person, saying that he was just a poor wounded lamb.

Below the video that went viral with the explanation that he was a true priest, there were more sarcastic comments than praising the priest.

It’s manipulation. What a brat. You’re going to get hit hard later.

As someone who watched the video deeply, I couldn’t accept the people’s opinions, but the priest who was involved only laughed at the various sarcasms.

If other people accepted it that way, it would be right.

I realized what tolerance was in my old memories, but despair came before joy.

Because that goodness was not something someone like me could reach.

People who practice tolerance are not respected for nothing.

Even if you just tell us to embrace the other person, there is a degree. You can embrace a playful fairy in your heart, but you can’t embrace the disgusting tastes of an evil spirit.

I can’t help but think that offering to hug even that isn’t good, it’s stupid!

Even after arriving at this castle and coming up here, I wasn’t sure about tolerance, and now I’ve realized something!

It would be cool to say that, but unfortunately that didn’t happen.

I still don’t know exactly what tolerance is.

It’s different from swinging a weapon, fighting opponents, or clearing a dungeon.

There is no clear answer here.

At least that’s how I feel.

So I decided to do my own thing.

I’m pissed!

Is it a problem that you can’t find an answer no matter how much you think and think about it?

Do you know what kind of philosopher I am?!

What a philosopher Mesugaki! What lines should I say!?

Do you know that you are a loser?

you are a loser So this is so crappy?

it’s okay! Hit me! I felt it today while changing my shield technique! I’m at my best when I’m being myself!

It’s maddening that being me is a mess, but I’ll do whatever I feel like anyway!

If you have any complaints, blame it on the poor master who handed over authority to me!

The moment you grab the handle of the sword, the flame contained in the sword is conveyed.

The pride that a knight who lived in the mythical era had. A strong will hidden behind a light exterior. A pride that has never collapsed in the face of any powerful enemy. It feels like it’s flowing through my hands.

The salt contained in this sword must be the clear truth. Because he was a knight with such a heart, he was able to live in the age of myth.

But is this the only feeling the knight had?

I take a long breath and face the history of the sword.

One of the strengths I gained while overcoming the trials of Ganshu.

There can be no record that does not exist in a treasure trove of history-obsessed people who are so obsessed with history.

So I can see it.

The weakness that Knight Garad did not want others to see. The guilt I felt when taking someone else’s life. The sadness I felt as I passed over the corpses of those who could not protect me. The fear that arose when facing a powerful enemy.

singly. singly. Do whatever you want, without worrying about whether Garad wants it or not. Step into the history contained in the sword.

I understand that it is an act that cannot be called good, but so what?

I decided to do my own thing.

There’s a diary in front of you that looks like it could be a subject of teasing, but there’s no such thing as Mesugaki that respects the other person’s privacy, right?

Of course, you have to open it, dig into that person’s dark history one by one, and then prepare to laugh at it!

This is my embrace!

What I want to accept, I will accept regardless of what others think!

I will trample on anything that I don’t think is right!

I decided to do it!

I! I have the power of inclusion! I am the apostle of the Lord and the disciple of my grandfather!

So you who died a long time ago can just give me everything!

The will you left behind!

Even the sadness you left behind!

The regrets you left behind!

Everything!

I will solve the problem on behalf of the poor craftsman who made many excuses and left work for future generations!

Give it to me!

As if following my will, the red light engraved on the sword climbs up the handle and seeps into my hand.

The sword revealed at the end had a pure white light like a shield.

Umm. As expected, this one suits Garrad’s sword rather than the red, ominous sword.

As I was lowering my head, satisfied with the whiteness I had created, an ominous sound reached my ears.

The sound of something breaking apart. The pattering sound of falling debris.

…

The castle is collapsing!? why?!

‘If you know something like that, please tell me in advance!’

‘yes!? ‘What is that all of a sudden?’

ah. This is not the time to say things like this. First, we have to escape…!

Sigh!? My steps faltered as I tried to take a step forward, and the floor came towards me.

Is it dizziness?

Of course it is.

A rough series of battles while suppressing unstable physical condition. Plus, the use of power.

My body was already tired. The limit is bound to be infinitely lower than the original.

Just before my forehead touched the floor, rough yet careful hands hugged me.

“This is true! It’s a good thing you came without saying anything! What would they hear if I told them that Garad’s castle had been destroyed?”

“If you have the chance to say something like that, run! I’ll release the smoke and slow down the rate at which the building collapses!”

“Thank you! Lina! Let’s run away quickly before a commotion breaks out!”

I closed my eyes without realizing it, relieved by the comfort that was fast enough to pierce the wind and not shake at all.

*

Lucy’s mental world. A place she calls the training ground. When Lucy lived in reality, Ruel stayed alone, but today there was an uninvited guest.

“You look like a really eccentric old man now that you’re old.”

A paladin named Ruel is a person who has been respected since the era of mythology. No one who knows his name can blaspheme Ruel. Except for a few exceptions.

“This is a face you would never want to have as your superior.”

“Your appearance is just as ugly. If you talk to a woman like that, she’ll get scared and run away.”

“Ha! Ruel! You’ve never met a single woman in your life!”

“I’ve been saying this for a long time, but I followed the rules of the priests! Whether it’s dating or marriage, if you wanted to, you did it!”

“Then what do you do? In the end, it didn’t end well. You flabby bachelor.”

“This is not what I want to hear from a guy who was left alone after being dumped by a girl!”

The two people who were fighting and making noises like the old men on the street would do, burst into laughter at the same time.

A lightness that cannot be found in Ruel, who usually strives to be a knight who has sworn an oath to God. A tone he only reveals in front of his close friends.

“So Garrad. How did you come here?”

The exception to this permission, Knight Garrad, answered as he straightened his graying, gray hair with hands that looked more like a monster than a human.

“I didn’t come here with my own feet. I was dragged in.”

“You were dragged in?”

“Yes. A girl over there who was making small breathing noises grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to sit here.”

What the girl did was clearly violent.

We cannot be satisfied with the meaning that a knight named Garrad left behind for future generations.

Let go of all the regrets you have left on earth.

He said he could accept all of that if it were him.

The girl shouted, taking everything Garad wanted to leave behind and everything he didn’t want to leave behind, and putting them all inside her.

“What on earth is that little guy? Even if I say it myself, I am a hero. The things engraved in this heart are not small enough to be contained in such a small body.”

“Yes. I know better than anyone else. Your meaning cannot be light. However. Don’t you know too well? The size of the appearance and the size of the heart are not proportional.”

“Ask me again. What is that kid?”

“He is the first apostle chosen by the great Lord, he is a warrior who has faced countless evils, he is a hero who has accomplished what not even we could have done, he is my disciple, and he is a kid who cares for his friends infinitely.”

Ruel, who was calmly talking about how he usually evaluates Lucy, was silent for a moment, but then looked at Garad with a mischievous smile that he had never made before in his life.

“This is an article that you approved.”

“…Me?”

“Yes. You.”

“What nonsense are you talking about? I have never seen that kid before.”

“Of course you are.”

“Hey. Ruel. Jokes in moderation.”

“However, the skeleton that Erginus created by taking your memories recognized this child. That’s why that child was able to carry your shield.”

Erginus. I wondered what he was taking my shield for, but I wonder if that was his intention.

under. Damn it. No matter how long we’ve been together, what if we all think the same way?

That way, I can’t be special in the future. You damn wizard!

“Is that little kid a great hero now?”

“Probably the last hero.”

“Ha. okay. That’s right.”

Ira, who carries both my shield and my skills.

“This is the child who embraced my regrets. It is right to give what you can give.”

It would be great if I could be of help.

“I will also comfort you from your loneliness.”

“…I’m sorry. Garrad. I’m not that kind of person.”

“What. I don’t like that either! You know it too! I…!”

“Khahahaha! ah! I can finally make fun of you!”

Seeing Ruel laughing cheerfully while applauding, Garrard forgot what he was supposed to say and blinked, then burst into laughter.

Is this the child who made that hard human being like this?

Good. Do you like it. He must be a good person.

I want to talk to you soon.