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11.

“Hero, it’s time to cough.”

On the soft bed, a warm voice lingers in my half-asleep ear.

“Ugh… I’m sleepy… Can I sleep a little more…”

“For breakfast today, I heard that they recreated a dish called sundae as the warrior requested from the kitchen. Will it be eaten later?”

I opened my eyes.

For ramen, tteokbokki, kimchi, jjajangmyeon, etc., I had no choice but to give a rough explanation because I didn’t know exactly whether there were ingredients such as peppers or how to make chunjang.

Sundae was relatively easy to explain because all you had to do was make the pig’s intestines edible, so it seemed like the royal chefs had already come up with the results.

“No, if that’s the case, I should get up. Please tell me to bring it quickly.”

“Okay.”

She bowed her head politely, stepped back from me, and naturally went outside.

It’s amazing to see someone walking backwards like that without getting caught anywhere.

Does that mean you have to do that to be a master maid?

The woman who just left was Rachel, the royal castle’s maid, a world in which men and women are reversed. In other words, she has a high position, like the royal chamberlain, and is said to have one of the noble titles of baron or viscount.

The reason why a woman of such great status served me was because I vehemently refused to be served by a male servant.

Perhaps because the genders are reversed, the man who came to serve him looked like a cute boy, but the boys said “Oh my god.”, “Ho-ae-ae-ae”, “Hawaa, that’s right.◦@ ◦ I felt like I was going crazy when I heard him say things like this.

Even if you keep your mouth shut, do you get to change your clothes and show your naked body to pretty boys and take a bath?

Is there any way you would want to do something like that?

The same thing happened when their superior, a middle-aged servant, came. Because the only thing that came out was an even more terrible picture, I rejected them all, and in the end, the one who decided to wait on me was Rachel, the master maid.

Even though she was serving her, she felt almost like a secretary rather than taking care of all the little things like real male servants would do.

I didn’t know it well when I was first summoned, but even though the maids and maids in the royal castle and their superiors were warriors, they were not in a position to handle all kinds of chores.

After I finished freshening up in the bathroom attached to the room, Rachel came in just in time, pulling a truck loaded with dishes and food.

The craftsmanship of making almost no noise even when crossing the threshold with a wheeled vehicle was excellent.

As I saw him putting down the plate of sundae and the utensils he was using with familiar hand movements, the thought that it would be more appropriate to compare him to an idol manager rather than a secretary briefly crossed my mind.

“Hero? All preparations are complete.”

“Huh? Oh, I thought about something else for a moment. Thank you.”

The reproducibility of the sundae placed on the table was quite high. The parts were as good as I wanted to get rid of all the odor, and although the sundae had meat instead of japchae, I was satisfied considering that it was a higher quality product than the original japchae.

I once saw a story that medieval nobles may have a lower quality of life than modern ordinary people.

The life of a warrior, not just a medieval aristocrat, but treated on par with royalty in a different world where magic existed, was certainly much more comfortable and satisfying than modern times.

While I was eating sundae and thinking about meaningless thoughts, I suddenly realized that, unlike usual, Rachel had not left her seat and was quietly watching.

“Huh? Why are you still here? What’s going on?”

“There was an instruction to serve as a bodyguard and always be by the princess’s side, even if it was inconvenient, until she returned.”

“What? No, it’s a safe palace anyway, and there are knights taking turns guarding the door. Even the maid, Rachel, would do something like this?”

At what I said in surprise, Rachel looked at me intently and said.

“The palace is not as safe as you think. And right now, the warrior’s safety is more important than anything else. It’s a profane thing to dare to say, but perhaps it can be said to take precedence over the Queen.”

It’s only been two days since Anis, Barche, and Elise left. I thought they were there to take care of her on the first day because she was sick, but after hearing that, it turns out that wasn’t the only reason.

It is said that the hero’s power was handed over, but in reality, it was close to sharing so that the other side could use it as they pleased. If there was a problem with me, there would also be a problem with the three women who used the hero’s power, so it was not a reason not to be able to understand it.

“But we can’t just stick together anyway. Rachel must have a life too, a family or something.”

There was a ring on Rachel’s left ring finger. Although you can’t be sure of his age just by his appearance, he was quite young for his position and if he was married, he would have been close to being a newlywed, so it seemed like he needed a lot of time with his family.

It was a lightly asked question, but Rachel shivered and answered in a slightly calm voice.

“I lost my husband a long time ago, so I have no family right now.”

“Mi, I’m sorry! I said something wrong!”

“It’s okay. I lost my husband a long time before the warrior came, so you may not know.”

Even though I had lost my husband, I didn’t do something stupid like ask if I had any other family, but instead focused on eating the sundae quickly.

Fortunately, the skills of the palace chef were top-notch.

I might have felt sick if it had been a little less tasty, but I was really glad.

12.

Although it became meaningless as he lent the hero’s power, Daejang-il decided to learn it in order to find the true hero’s power.

As I lifted the hammer in the royal forge, I felt a sense of discomfort.

“Hero? Is there any problem…”

As I quietly lifted and put down the hammer, the middle-aged woman next to me who was supposed to teach me blacksmithing today asked cautiously.

“No, wait a minute.”

My head was spinning.

Could it be that blacksmithing was a condition for awakening my true warrior power?

But my intuition was telling me that wasn’t the case.

I put down the hammer and looked around the inside of the blacksmith shop.

As expected from a blacksmith shop exclusively for use by the royal family, it was full of high-quality weapons and armor.

I saw the same sword I used to spar with Anis earlier, so I asked the blacksmith.

“Can I listen to that for a moment?”

The other person was a middle-aged woman who was definitely older than me, but I was already used to the class system of this world.

It was not good for the other person to use polite language for no reason.

“Yes, yes, of course. You can do whatever you want. Warrior.”

There was no way I could refuse, so I was already standing in front of the sword.

As soon as the blacksmith gave permission, I grabbed the sword and lifted it up.

Subtly light.

The feeling of weight did not change. I felt that the weight itself was no different from what I had used before.

In the end, it means that my strength has become stronger.

When I thought about the reason, there weren’t many reasons, no, there was only one plausible one.

Could it be that I got body aches or that eating sundae was the cause?

Lending the warrior’s strength, perhaps sleeping with three women, or the sexual act itself.

It was a little absurd. What kind of dirty talk is this? Is this some kind of sexy hero?

After mulling over the absurd conclusion in my head, I realized that I had lost quite a bit of time and opened my mouth.

“Ah, I checked everything. I’m sorry for taking up your time with something unnecessary.”

“No. This is what the warrior does, so how dare you…”

I put down my sword and proceeded with my originally planned schedule.

I wonder what use it would be to learn blacksmithing now, but I wasn’t learning it to make it my main job, and for me, who no longer felt the burden of the power of a hero, it was just something I came to the Other World Job Experience Center to have fun with.

And after the training is over,

“You have talent. But it is still not enough to be called exceptional.”

“You have talent? Are you sure?”

“Yes? Yes, it is. I am proud to say that I have better skills and insight in this matter than anyone else. From my perspective, the warrior has a talent for blacksmithing. It’s not that special though.”

I thought about when I learned sword and magic. Those who taught and evaluated me said I had ‘no talent at all.’

Is it a coincidence that I now hear that I have some talent for blacksmithing?

No matter how much I thought about it, I was inclined to believe that simply becoming a little stronger was not the end.

As I was walking after leaving Wangseong’s blacksmith shop, Rachel, who always walked one step behind me, widened her stride slightly and came closer to me, to the point where I could see her out of the corner of my eye.

It seemed like he had something to do, so instead of talking to him, he made a noticeable move to give a signal to give an order at any time.

“I need the basic magic book I used to learn magic before. Even if I do the experiment in my room, Rachel can help me, right?”

“Yes, I will.”

Rachel said she would stay with me as a bodyguard, so I told her that I thought I could prevent the absurd situation of starting a fire while using basic magic. As expected, the positive response came back.

I returned to the room and tried using the magic shown in front of Barce with only Rachel watching, and I felt a little more comfortable using magic.

I was confused about swordsmanship because my strength increased and holding the sword itself became more comfortable, but now that I think about it, it was true that my talent in this area also increased.

This made it clear. I got a little stronger,

Talent also increased.