Ch.190[Chapter 190] Crossing Paths

[The system will be unstable during the collaboration.]

[This may cause confusion, so please be prepared.]

[That is all.]

The emergency notice didn’t appear only to I’m Not Little.

“Collaboration?”

Sir Dominic tilted his head as he looked at the system window that appeared before him.

Another new concept had emerged.

However, Sir Dominic decided to focus on something other than this new concept of collaboration.

Sir Dominic read the emergency notice again.

[Sugar Heart Kingdom, Feralant, and the Orc-Dok Tribal Federation.]

Feralant.

Sir Dominic stared intently at that familiar word.

Feralant? Could it be that Feralant? he thought.

After staring at the word Feralant for a long while, Sir Dominic finally stood up.

Thinking this deeply wasn’t Sir Dominic’s style.

It would be faster to just wander around Gacha Land and look for those who claimed to be from another dimension.

With that thought, Sir Dominic gathered his equipment and went outside.

“Master?”

“Huh? What? Where are you going?”

“Ah, Sir Dominica.”

When he came out to the yard, Sir Dominica and Alice were there.

They must have been training, as they were dressed lightly and holding shields while talking in front of a training dummy.

“Did you see the emergency notice?”

“I did. Clearly from another dimension… Ah.”

Sir Dominica understood why Sir Dominic was heading out.

He was going to look for the new people from Feralant.

“You’re going to meet the people from Feralant? But you don’t know where they are, do you?”

Sir Dominica said to Sir Dominic.

Her words were practical.

How many people lived in this vast Gacha Land?

Finding guests from Feralant among all these people would be as difficult as finding a pearl earring in a swamp.

“You know the characteristics of Feralant people.”

“Ah.”

But Sir Dominic had something he believed in.

The people of Feralant took pride in being tough enough to survive in the harsh Feralant.

Perhaps because of this, they always liked to proudly display that they were from Feralant by attaching “Feralant” before their names.

Sir Dominic himself was a perfect example.

Didn’t he always introduce himself as Sir Dominic of Feralant?

“That’s right. It was a fact I’d forgotten because it’s so familiar.”

Sir Dominica nodded at Sir Dominic’s words.

This was something she, being created based on Sir Dominic, knew well, but it was as natural as breathing, so she had overlooked it.

“So, will you come with me?”

Sir Dominic asked Sir Dominica.

Although Sir Dominica was created based on Sir Dominic, there was no doubt that she was also from Feralant.

“Hmm… no.”

However, Sir Dominica declined Sir Dominic’s offer.

“The Feralant mentioned in this collaboration is probably the original one. Not the copy world where I was. Since the world I was in has disappeared.”

Sir Dominica said matter-of-factly.

But there was a hint of bitterness in her words.

“Besides, I need to train Alice now. You know well that she still has a long way to go, right?”

“But I’ve already learned how to properly hold a shield!”

“Yes. You’ve just taken your first steps.”

Alice smiled brightly at Sir Dominica’s words.

Sir Dominica added some harsh words to ensure this innocent soul wouldn’t become overconfident.

“Anyway, if they’re people from the original world, my presence wouldn’t do any good. So go alone this time.”

“Understood.”

Sir Dominic nodded.

Currently, Sir Dominic’s mind was filled with curiosity about the people from Feralant.

His patience wasn’t strong enough to persuade someone who didn’t want to come.

“Then I’ll be going.”

Sir Dominic adjusted his eyepatch in case it had shifted and turned around.

“Take care.”

“Have a safe trip!”

Sir Dominica and Alice saw him off.

Sir Dominic crossed the yard and reached the entrance to the forest.

Then he headed toward the center of Gacha Land through a portal.

…

At that time, somewhere in the center of Gacha Land.

“Where on earth is this…”

“It’s incomparable to Feralant.”

Bishop Arcus and mercenary Ogreson were overwhelmed by the prosperous sight of Gacha Land.

The tall angular towers were decorated with expensive glass, through which one could see dozens or hundreds of people in each tower.

The towers were so tall and so numerous that hundreds or thousands of them rose densely from the ground, blocking the sky.

Bishop Arcus was familiar with the grandeur of Feralant’s magic towers due to his friendships with wizards, but it felt almost blasphemous to compare those magic towers to the towers here.

“Truly a land guided by the Holy Spirit.”

“…Can you stop with the Holy Spirit talk?”

Ogreson grumbled at Bishop Arcus’s exclamation.

It wasn’t hard to understand why Arcus was amazed by this strange and beautiful place, but for Ogreson, this place felt somewhat eerie.

There was a reason.

While Arcus was admiring the amazing and brilliant development of this place, Ogreson was carefully observing the people around them.

As a Doppelzöldner who received double the contract money and a veteran who had been through countless battlefields, he had a good eye for people.

And Ogreson concluded that this strange and beautiful country was not normal.

He had seen a child about 140cm tall casually swinging a giant hammer with a metal head as big as a cornerstone attached to a handle that must have been at least 3m long with just one hand, or someone rapidly swinging a dagger that must have weighed at least 6kg seventeen times in an instant.

Even the armor and clothing they wore were strange.

Some were walking around wearing only metal underwear that seemed to offer no protection whatsoever, while that woman with axes in both hands was dressed as a maid, an outfit one would only expect to see in nobles’ mansions…

But that didn’t mean they were weak.

Having spent a long time on battlefields, Ogreson had reached a level where he could gauge an opponent’s strength to some extent.

In his eyes, every person he saw had at least the military power of a knight commander.

Ogreson felt his common sense being destroyed.

“Even if the Holy Spirit led us here, it’s strange. What on earth does the Holy Spirit want by guiding us to such a place? This place is like…”

It’s similar to the Hall of Warriors arranged by God.

Ogreson swallowed the rest of his words.

Saying it was a Hall of Warriors created by God meant that this was the afterlife.

“Perhaps… the Holy Spirit is trying to show us the appearance of the afterlife through us.”

Arcus said in an excited voice.

His lips trembled.

“There have been such cases in the past. Among the saints, Magnus Stellaris, Thrice-Devout Antonio, Elingtus of Amios, and among the female saints, Margarita, Arina, Karen of Silence…”

“Stop! Stop! You’re giving me goosebumps.”

Ogreson rolled up his sleeve to show his arm covered in goosebumps.

If the bishop was right, they had come to the afterlife with living bodies.

Although Ogreson didn’t have the same level of devotion and knowledge of doctrine as Arcus, he had heard a few rumors.

One of them was that the afterlife was not a place for the living.

“…We have been chosen.”

Whether knowing Ogreson’s feelings or not, Arcus continued speaking.

“What if it is the Hall of Warriors? Many people have been invited to heaven and hell, and many have imagined and described the Hall of Warriors, but we are the first to set foot in and see the Hall of Warriors with our own eyes. How is this not glorious? Oh, White Raven of Feralant. How do you entrust such a solemn and amazing task to us?”

Ogreson looked at Arcus after hearing his words.

Arcus seemed to have gone almost mad with faith that filled and overflowed his heart and head.

Although Ogreson had faced all kinds of dangers through numerous battlefields, at this moment, Arcus’s eyes filled with madness were more chilling than ever before.

“This is not the time.”

Arcus returned to his senses in the blink of an eye.

Or at least, he seemed to return to his senses.

“As you know, the living cannot stay in the afterlife for long. That means we have an obligation to see, hear, and feel this glorious Hall of Warriors as quickly as possible and inform the devout believers of Feralant about the appearance of this great Hall of Warriors.”

That’s why the Holy Spirit guided us here. Arcus muttered.

“Let’s go! From what we’ve experienced just now, the people here seem to have kind hearts befitting heaven! I’m sure they will answer sincerely if we ask!”

“…Slow down a bit! I’m your hired guard, are you planning to leave me behind?”

Arcus and Ogreson disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

But it’s also interesting. A trick of fate?

“Where should I start looking…”

Sir Dominic appeared at the very spot where Arcus and Ogreson had just passed.

It was a dramatic miss created by a slight difference.

Truly a trick of fate.