episode_0028

“Hello? ”

A voice coming from the palm jewel that the sage carefully spread out. Normally, it would be carried by a servant horse or left floating by magic, but since the person he was talking to was a warrior, the way he touched it was also mysterious.

“You, I am the real woman.”

“Hey Millet. What’s going on?”

“Did anything happen during the half day you couldn’t contact her?”

“Nothing much happened to me. What about Millet?”

“I, as always, was anxiously missing you.”

“Haha. I see your voice is more confident, so it looks like you contacted Olly?”

“You too. That’s right.”

“Um, are you with Ollie by any chance?”

The wise man stared blankly at the priestess at the warrior’s question. He wanted to go down and talk to the warrior, but he smiled faintly to hide his regret.

“… warrior.”

“Ollie? Are you okay? How’s the situation there?”

“I’m fine. I rescued my people, and it seems some of the Kanturko have joined hands with the Demon King’s army.”

The reason I omitted the part about them being caught up in the teleportation scroll is because the warrior knew that and sent the two away.

“The Canturko tribe? They were somehow quiet.”

The priestess thought again about the warrior’s reasoning skills at the tone of voice that she had expected.

He seems to have more correct answers than the scout himself and strangely knows a lot of things. He also seemed to have saved the world several times.

When asked about this, he said that it was because the place he lived made it easy to come across creative works with such content.

“I’m following Aor-san, the second thorn here, who said he’d go out to supply it himself. I’m trying to do my best not to help him.”

Just as the priestess reveals her situation, so does the warrior.

“Is that so.”

“… Hmm.”

However, this was all the priestess’s answer could offer, and not only the warrior but also the other party members wanted the priestess to use more specific words.

However, the priestess’s fellow clans took this attitude for granted and worshipped her.

“So, Ollie. I’m helping you because you asked me to, but is this okay? It’s not that I don’t want to help. It’s just a little vague.”

The reason the priestess who had been advising him to rest turned over her hand and asked for help so urgently was because the situation was so urgent.

Now that they have overcome that crisis, the elements have expressed their intention to solve it on their own.

“… It’s okay. The warrior is doing well.”

“Haha, then I’ll just leave it like this and laugh, no. I’ll do whatever I want.”

I’m still involved in the stream of consciousness, so I can’t just say “okay” and move on.

I said earlier that the elements were okay, but I didn’t say that it was okay if the priestess didn’t help yet.

“… Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Even now, if it were normal, he would tell her to let go and take care of it, but instead of refusing, he affirms it. The warrior interpreted this to mean that the shaman trusted him and left it to him.

“Thank you, warrior. Sincerely.”

Carefully placing your hand on your chest.

The wise man and the saintess watching the priestess were a little, or to be honest, a lot, surprised by the small but certain hand movements.

That blunt priestess blushed faintly and showed her emotions so clearly.

“… What can I do with something like this? If I can help, I will.”

“Is that so.”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“… Got it.”

And it doesn’t hide it either.

Even though there were elements other than the party members, such as the wise men and saints, watching.

“Ho-oh.”

A wise man who wants to remain calm in the face of these changes but has many thoughts.

“Ugh… .”

Softly.

It was a saint who was staring blankly at the priestess with lifeless eyes.

“Then I’ll just keep doing what I want. What are you going to do, Ollie?”

“… We will invade the city and deal with those involved.”

The priestess noticed the fluctuating interest from those around her, but she continued the conversation without paying much attention.

“Isn’t that developing into a diplomatic issue?”

“Just don’t get caught.”

“That’s true, but… .”

The warrior was about to point out that there weren’t many people with the same skills as a priestess, but then he remembered that he had done the same thing several times in the past and felt disappointed.

The better your skills are, the more likely it is that you will narrow down the list of suspects who are believed to be the culprit.

“Would you prioritize gathering information and evidence over killing? After all, it’s a diplomatic issue, so we can’t interfere recklessly.”

“… Got it.”

With the priestess’s skills, it would be easy to secure evidence of collusion with the Demon King’s army and wipe it out cleanly, but if she were to arbitrarily condemn them without a trial, she would be no different from the Demon King’s army, so she stopped the priestess.

This was especially true because the problems with the death penalty system could not be ignored.

It was also because I still hadn’t come to an answer to the question of whether having power gave me the right to kill other living beings.

“Because even if we let ten criminals go free, we shouldn’t create one innocent, wronged victim.”

The warrior added an excuse, worried that he might be pushing his own common sense too far.

“What a wonderful idea. Your hometown, which taught you such ideas, must be a truly wonderful world.”

Fortunately, the party’s brains were on board.

“Wow, those are very kind words, warrior! If I could go to your hometown, I could learn a lot, right? ”

The saintess exaggeratedly countered the wise man so as not to be pushed around.

“… I agree with the warrior’s opinion.”

The priestess agreed without objection.

“Oh, really? I was a little worried because you were insisting on your own opinion too much. Fortunately, that’s okay.”

To be honest, like the warrior’s worries, the three of them wanted to continue the discussion by raising various differences of opinion on the proverb, but they endured the situation as it was.

“Hey, warrior?!”

“Yeah, Amizel.”

The voice of the saintess, who realized that the conversation was over, hurriedly let out to talk to the warrior. Since the warrior preferred to keep things brief when communicating, the saintess, who was short on conversation, had a hard time holding back her trembling lips as she wanted to say something more.

“That, that. How was the country of elements?”

But, whatever was said in a hurry was bound to be good news.

He realized that he liked her, but when he tried to express it, instead of doing it the way he wanted, he just kept rambling on and on, and he couldn’t just let it go, so he became impatient and made a mistake. The warrior swallowed his bitterness, feeling sorry that he couldn’t repay her for her innocent and cute clumsiness.

“The scenery was beautiful. And the breakfast was delicious.”

A cliché answer to a sudden question.

“Ah-. Of course, right? The country of elements is rumored to have beautiful scenery.”

Despite the priestess being right in front of him, he tries to share his impressions of the Land of Elements with the warrior.

“I wish I could have done it with you, warrior.”

Even though I was muttering, I was also expressing my honest feelings without even realizing it.

“It’s a shame to enjoy it alone. If possible… .”

On the other hand, the warrior thought about his wife who was like a lioness and his children who were like rabbits and almost blurted out the words.

“Anyway, if anything comes up, let’s contact each other again.”

“Yeah, yeah. Then take care, warrior!”

“Yeah. Take care of yourself, Amizel.”

“Yeah… Heh-.”

She suddenly interrupted without any reason, but even so, she had the attitude of a happy saint. The wise man looked back and forth between the two believers and was lost in thought.

“Millet.”

“I was waiting with bated breath for the moment when you would call me.”

But willingly, at the warrior’s call. Lovingly close to the jewel in your hand.

“Haha, the translation is really good. It makes me wonder what the original text is like. Anyway, what is Millet going to do now?”

“I would like to go to you right now, but since you asked me to help the priestess, I will do so.”

“If Millet is there, I’ll feel safe.”

From the beginning, the leader’s role was that of a wise man.

Although he was from the Demon Tribe, it was difficult for him to act publicly, so he mostly controlled things from behind the scenes.

From the time the hero stood out and started to do his part, the leadership role was exchanged. The wise man took on the role of operational advisor, and the hero took the lead and coordinated the relationships between party members.

“Then I’ll ask you, Millet.”

“Trust only the real woman.”

The three of them were quick to express their regret at the disconnection, but they quickly returned to their work.

A wise man who uses his servant horse to scout the surrounding area and decorates the current location as a base.

The saint prepares a meal while checking the condition of the elements again.

A priestess who maintains equipment and replenishes supplies by recycling them.

The elements quickly recovered, confirming the presence of the legendary warrior party. Soon, they split into two, one helping the saintess, while the other quietly made arrows next to the priestess.

Then, the wise man naturally became alone. Since the work was done by his servant horse anyway, he only had more time to think.

The elements are a race that is naturally tight-lipped. There is no need to explain our circumstances.

In fact, it was natural that people didn’t know about the existence of the wise man because it was a secret.

Now that the Demon King has been defeated, it is no longer something that can be kept a secret.

I expected it, but I wonder how Krilik managed to persuade those stubborn Canturkos. It’s a pretty good strategy to lure the rear, who are unaware of this situation and are just being peaceful, while they’re busy fighting on the battlefield.

I watch the sun slowly setting and make various evaluations.

It was easy to help in the Demon World, but it would be difficult to provide direct help in Pula. If so, what can I do to contribute to peace?

Becoming the next Demon King and ruling the Demon World may have been the fastest way, but to do so he had to give up many things.

“… Priestess.”

After struggling for a while, suddenly.

The priestess, who had already finished the repairs and distributed the appropriate amount to those who were willing to help, approached the sage without making a sound as usual.

“Did the Demon King’s curse bring about a change of heart?”

Although it is a little, it asks briefly about the colorful transformation. In fact, I liked the curse that caused the desire to burst out.

Even though there was a minor annoyance that he might occasionally become hysterical before he did it.

What was important to the wise man was that this was an opportunity for the warrior to feel a sense of debt beyond his own interest.

It may not be a good thing to try to use feelings of regret to your advantage, but isn’t it true that love is originally war?

“… … .”

Expressing desire. Trivial yet annoying.

The Demon King’s Curse.

Even if it is called an imprint, it is difficult to do, so you have to live with an easily curable disease as if it were an incurable disease for the rest of your life.

It was a truly terrible curse.

It was a dream-like story that could only happen if it wasn’t a miracle from God.

Expressing desire, stirring up emotions… .

“Huh?! Really? You! Can you be so emotionless? Aren’t you the devil? You heartless bitch…!”

The priestess momentarily remembered how she had shamelessly blamed herself for the intruder’s actions, but contrasted this with the sage’s question and asked herself if she had really become more active towards the warrior because of the curse.

“Ollie’s heart is happy, but is that really Ollie’s true heart?”

Also, the confession he made right before the fight with the Demon King and his heartbreaking answer came to mind.

I really like warriors. My… .

After being cursed, I felt like I had changed quite a bit.

but.

I thought that if I admitted that I had changed because of the curse, then from then on everything would go as the Demon King wanted.

“No.”

I’m a little worried.

“This is my feeling.”

Silently but firmly.

“Only mine.”

Put your heart into it.

“… Is that so?”

Let’s confirm the truth in a short Q&A.

Even the feeling of love was used as a means, and the jealousy that blossomed in her eyes, unlike her own planful self, was ugly.

The shaman was a close friend of the wise man just because he had spent similar amount of time with her, but because they were fundamentally different in this calculating aspect, he could not resemble the shaman, and the shaman could not understand him.

” Then, can we wait here?”

He barely manages to return to the conversation, falling into self-loathing. Seeing the shaman come to him, it was a sign that he was going to move slowly.

“… Yeah.”

Evening is approaching.

Soon, darkness will cover the sky and the ground.

The Demon King’s army leaders, who know the reputation of the Dark Harvester, will be gripped by fear and spend sleepless nights like children who have heard scary stories from adults.

Until the Dark Harvester came looking for them.

“Okay. Have a nice trip.”

Nod

The priestess, with the consent of the wise man, moves.

“Madam! Here you are.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m glad I could help you, Shaman!”

As soon as the elements finished their work, they presented the items to the priestess as if they were offering them as offerings. The elements that were helping the saintess looked at this scene for a moment and looked truly envious.

Even if he didn’t support her, he would say to himself, “””. Looking at him dissing her, it seems like he played rock-paper-scissors to decide who to help between the saint and the priestess.