episode_0048

“Uh, why… ?”

Orga asked in disbelief.

Didn’t the man say that he would let the tribe know that he was a great person?

But why are you strangling yourself now as if you are going to harm yourself?

Could it be that this is a ‘lie’?

Is this something called ‘betrayal’?

Orga couldn’t hold back the tears as her thoughts filled her.

So he began to sniffle.

Then Deltan spoke.

“It’s acting. Guess it.”

“Uh, huh?”

“Once you get in there, I will help you. Since you have to act to get in, they ask you to match the rhythm.”

Orga rolled her eyes and looked back and forth between Deltan and her father.

The father was groaning and touching his forehead, and Deltan was grinning.

‘ah!’

This was all an act!

Orga let out an exclamation at the realization that had struck her and responded with a small ‘Yes!’

He then said, shaking his legs.

“Sa, please save me~.”

It was an awkward performance.

However, the snow blowing on the snowy mountain obscured Orga’s expression, and the howling wind added an eerie tone to her voice.

The Deltan looked at the chieftain.

Then, I realized something strange.

‘… ‘Why is your expression like that?’

He didn’t look like he was worried about his child.

No, should I say the opposite?

The facial expression of the skinny man who appears to be a chieftain is… .

‘It’s the look on your face when you see a child who has had an accident.’

He seemed to have a sore bone.

This was a strange thing.

He was clearly an unfamiliar intruder that the tribe should be wary of, and he was holding the next chief hostage.

But why are they just sighing as if they are in trouble?

Deltan’s expression became subtle.

It was at that moment that the chief spoke.

“… Please leave the child alone for now. And come in.”

The chief waved his hand and the translucent film disappeared.

Just at the entrance to the village.

Immediately after, the chief glared at Orga as if to see him later, and then spoke to the Deltan with a stern expression.

“I was waiting for you.”

Deltan’s brows narrowed.

*

The village we entered was not much different from what we saw from the outside.

The roofs of the long huts were covered with snow, and in the middle of the street there was a round square and a large bonfire.

A large pot was placed on top of the bonfire, boiling something.

It was the smell of meat.

“… I was preparing to cook. It’s been a while since I caught a big one, but it took a long time to boil.”

The Deltan laughed at the chief’s words.

‘therefore… .’

The people who had been watching him ever since he entered the snowy mountain probably played a role in disturbing him so that he could not reach the village until the food was ready.

What kind of nonsense does this sound like?

Deltan asked in bewilderment.

“Do you wait and think who I am?”

“I don’t know. However, the spirit told me to serve you, so I just follow.”

Deltan’s steps stopped.

“What?”

“I heard that if you say it this way, you will understand.”

Meanwhile, Agnes whispered.

“I guess the kid in my garden told me.”

Deltan nodded.

It wasn’t an impossible story.

‘Because spirits can interact with each other without having to leave their seats.’

I only knew that it was an imaginary dimension.

There is only one reason why Deltans who have not learned elemental arts know this.

This is because I have dealt with the imaginary dimension in order to learn the spatial magic of the fourth order.

“… I’d like to ask more about that spirit.”

“Don’t be in a hurry. You will find out when you meet.”

“I want to hear something from you.”

“I can’t tell you anything.”

The chief shook his head and said so.

“I’m sorry, but I’m bound by a contract, so I can’t be of much help.”

Deltan clicked his tongue.

However, I didn’t need to fuss any more.

This was because he knew that those bound by contracts with spirits behaved like slaves to please them.

“Then when can we meet?”

“If you want, right now. But I hope you go ahead and eat. I don’t want to hear that I sent you away without even feeding you.”

“… How long does it take?”

“It will be over in 30 minutes. Everyone is here. You can rest in this cabin.”

The chief stopped and took a step to the side.

Then, a fairly large cabin came into view of Deltan and his companions.

“Welcome to the tribe.”

The chief said so, and the Deltan nodded.

“Call me when you’re done.”

After saying that and Deltan entering the cabin, Orga secretly followed Deltan.

The chief’s eyes widened, but Orga tried to ignore it.

*

There was quite a lot to think about.

First, No.3: Token of Endless Winter. According to information, it was the blessing that the spirit gives every time a new chief ascends to the position, and the second thing is that the spirit is waiting for him and No. 9 Demonic Extrias is related to spirits.

Perhaps this snowy mountain trip will be able to complete the supply of both materials.

While such thoughts were coming into the mind of the Deltan, Orga spoke.

“Operation is a success!”

It was a lively voice.

Deltan and Agnes’ eyes turned to Orga.

Orga smiled and took off the coat that had been covering her whole body until the day before.

At that moment, Agnes said in surprise.

“It was a girl?”

“Hmm?”

As she took off her coat and hood, Orga’s long hair fell down her shoulders.

Although she was about ten years old, she was wearing thin clothes, so it was clear that she was a girl.

Orga smiled brightly.

“That’s right! I am a woman!”

Agnes’ expression became subtle.

Meanwhile, Orga approached the Deltan at a slow pace and asked with shining eyes.

“So what is the next strategy! What should I act like now?!”

Deltan looked at Orga hesitantly.

“There is none.”

“What?!”

“Nothing. I don’t need you anymore.”

dump!

Orga got down on her knees.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the hem of Deltan’s pants in disbelief and said in tears.

“Well, then what should I do? Oh, I might get scolded by my father!”

“You have to take care of that. So who wants to get caught there?”

“Oh no-!!!”

Orga was distraught and made a blank face.

When Deltan tapped his foot, he fell flat on the floor.

Grumble.

Tears flowed from Orga’s eyes.

Orga 10 years old.

She learned betrayal at a fairly late age.

*

30 minutes passed quickly.

What the group saw in front of them as they left the hut again was a large demonic beast meat that was five times the size of Kaltara.

“Wow.”

Agnes let out an exclamation.

“Something like that lives in the snowy mountains.”

Maybe it wasn’t a mountain goat.

I couldn’t tell for sure because all the fur and skin had been removed and all the meat had been cut into pieces, but the smell of the meat was similar to lamb.

Deltan responded to Agnes’ words.

“Fever Road. Level 2 dangerous hydrocele.”

“If it’s a level 2 risk, isn’t it high? How did you catch it?”

“Don’t look down on them because they are barbarians. That’s because they’re stupid. Their hunting skills and combat abilities are several times that of the Empire’s.”

A representative example would be Kaltara.

Because she is a monster so outside the standard, it is difficult to use it as a reference point, but if you look at it in isolation, there is no one that is as easy to explain the potential of a barbarian as she is.

Anyway, would that be an explanation if, unlike other Lord-level knights in the empire who trained their entire lives to reach that level, Kalta was a being who was guaranteed Lord-level military power from birth?

“There is a reason why all the empires, whether in the north, south, or west, are ruled by barbarians. They’re scared of these guys.”

“It would be nice if we could become friends.”

“Is it possible?”

While the conversation was going on, the chief approached.

A large plate was filled with the leg meat of a demonic beast.

“Drink. It’s the best part.”

“I will eat well. So, if I just eat this, will the spirits take me?”

“That’s right. Are you planning to leave right after eating?”

“I’d like to.”

“In that case, leave your subordinates behind.”

“What?”

“The only people the spirit wants to meet are you and that woman.”

Deltan frowned and looked at the hounds and Cargo.

The four of them, except Kaltara, were beaming at the fact that they didn’t have to climb any more.

“… Do I really need to do that?”

“They are the ones who won’t be able to see the spirits anyway.”

“If you think about it that way, I wouldn’t be able to see spirits either.”

“I can see it. The spirit will take action like that.”

Deltan’s eyebrows rose.

‘Is this a level that can be visualized?’

Among the spirits, there were only two types that could create bodies by weaving materials together.

Either he is a spirit king, or he is a direct descendant of that spirit king who fell from his soul.

It’s probably the second case.

This is because the Spirit King does not contract with individuals as he is the personality of the planet itself.

‘They said you could definitely see the Spirit King here.’

Deltan continued his thoughts.

Perhaps the one the chief signed a contract with was a direct descendant of the Spirit King.

Isn’t it possible to meet the Spirit King through that spirit?

‘The one the Spirit King is interested in… .’

Deltan’s eyes turned to Agnes.

She was picking up a piece of meat with her fork and nibbling it.

‘… this way. To be exact, it would be Mahua.’

There was a rising sense of impatience.

It was because of the current situation that I had to take my time even though there was a solution right in front of me to solve the questions that were rising in my mind right away.

I wanted to turn everything upside down and go to the top of the snowy mountain, but it was clear that if I did that, my relationship with the spirit would suffer.

‘I need to clean it up quickly and go.’

Deltan picked up the meat and took a big bite.

“How does it taste?”

“Tough.”

“Like that.”

The chief was sad.

*

There was no further delay.

After a quick meal, the Deltans set out on their journey again, accompanied by Agnes, the chief, and Orga.

Meanwhile, Deltan looked at Orga and asked.

“… Why did you follow me?”

“… .”

Orga clung tightly to Agnes’ leg.

Seeing his eyes glaze over, it seemed like he felt quite a sense of betrayal.

At the same time, judging by the way the chieftain glanced at him, I could guess that he was trying to stay with his guests because he was afraid of getting scolded.

“… Orga, we’ll talk about it later.”

“Hiik!”

As the chief spoke, Orga hid behind Agnes’ body.

Agnes smiled and stroked Orga’s head.

“Cute.”

Deltan, who was sighing as he wondered what the situation was, quickly slapped Orga away and picked up Agnes.

She had a body that made mountain climbing impossible.

“Let’s go.”

After saying that, I started walking to the top of the snowy mountain.

The mountains are rugged and the snowfall is quite strong.

However, the Deltan felt strangely not resistant to it.

‘The spirit’s protection.’

When a person it likes enters its territory, the spirit has the property of protecting them from being harmed by its power.

Deltan believed that this was also Agnes’ influence.

Anyway, the birth spirit sensitivity of 8.9 is an average value.

Even if she was a direct descendant of the Spirit King, her sensitivity would be appealing.

Perhaps Agnes may make a contract with the spirit of this snowy mountain.

While Deltan was climbing the mountain path, thinking about such things, the summit suddenly came into view.

Stop.

Deltan stopped walking.

‘Is that a spirit?’

In the middle of the frozen lake at the top.

Something made of snow woven into the shape of a woman was standing still and smiling.

Agnes was where those eyes were directed.

It’s truly mysterious.

The point was that I couldn’t feel anything even though it clearly had a shape, and yet I was certain that it was a living thing.

“Meet the spirit.”

The chief bowed his head.

Then Orga, who was standing still, bowed at a 90 degree angle.

The spirit took a step.

Her steps were light, and every time she moved, the momentum of the snowstorm was as soft as the fluttering flower petals.

[Ah, you came.]

The distance gets closer and closer.

The distance is now close enough to distinguish facial features.

Only then did Deltan realize that the spirit had the face of a universally beautiful woman that humans thought of.

[I’m so glad to see you. aromatic… .]

The moment the spirit took five steps forward.

[…] Ugh?!]

Suddenly the spirit became nauseous.

The moment a question appeared on Deltan’s face, the spirit took a step back and looked at Agnes with a bewildered face.

Why on earth are you doing that?

Such thoughts were appearing in the minds of the group members.

[Wooweeeek!]

The spirit was disgusted.

Of course, what came out of his mouth were pure white snowflakes.

The spirit’s body was twisted.

The expression was so distorted that it could no longer be frowned upon.

A very sudden situation.

The spirit trembled and glanced at Agnes again and eventually spoke.

[Rain, non-virgin smell… .]

The expression disappeared from Agnes’ face.

[You are not pure, are you?]

Deltan thought as he saw the spirit’s face filled with betrayal.

‘Unicorn?’

Was it a unicorn, not a spirit?

Called.