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And so, the melted tanghulu was inevitably burned using the fireball’s spell.

There was no other choice.

Leaving the melted tanghulu on the street would attract all sorts of bugs.

Since tanghulu itself is a sweet treat, leaving it on the street would cause a disaster.

Even beggars on the street would gather to eat tanghulu, and swarms of flies would come.

Then the security guards would come too.

And there was a high chance someone would ask who left the tanghulu on the street.

With that thought in mind, I headed back to the tanghulu store.

“Sigh..”

This is why medieval people don’t work.

They always think about taking advantage of others.

That’s why there are many people on the forums who always criticize others.

Whether in this world or another world, criticizing others seems to be a universal rule.

After discarding the burnt tanghulu, I went back to the tanghulu store to buy more tanghulu.

*

“I’m back…”

Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to study today, but I couldn’t say that out loud.

If I said, “I feel bad because I got hit again today,” I would definitely get scolded.

With that thought in mind, I climbed up to the third floor and knocked on the door.

-Come in.

With permission to enter, I opened the door right away.

There, I saw Sylvia looking very tired.

I can’t imagine how difficult dimensional magic is that she’s struggling so much.

It must be difficult, but I can’t even imagine how hard it really is.

With that thought in mind, I handed Sylvia the tanghulu I was holding.

“Mmm, delicious.”

Sylvia ate the tanghulu with a happy expression.

Then she seemed to remember that I was there and composed her expression.

She had already seen me.

There seemed to be a subtle awkwardness about her.

I didn’t expect to see this side of her when I first met her.

As I spent more time with Sylvia, I noticed this side of her more and more, so I sat down and started studying.

And that’s how a month passed.

During that month, I didn’t do much.

I studied, chatted on the forums occasionally, and when Sylvia asked me to run errands, I went to town to buy snacks and food.

That’s how I spent my days.

But then, something happened.

There was breaking news on the forum.

The author was someone with a high level of credibility on the forum.

[Author: Newsflash]

[Title: Demon King Resurrected F*ck!!!!]

[Content: (Photo) The hidden demon worshipers successfully summoned the Demon King this time.. The Emperor personally ordered the Demon King’s extermination. The demon subjugation seems to begin now.]

L: Who took that picture?

ㄴ: Seriously, what the hell is this?

ㄴ: Is the person who took this still alive?

ㄴ: How could they be alive? They must be dead.

LUnbelievable: Rest in peace…

ㄴ: They say the person who took it is a necromancer.

ㄴUnbelievable: What a bad joke…

ㄴ: Damn, haha

L: The Demon King looks badass haha

ㄴ: Yeah, the horns look majestic

ㄴ: Judging by the praise for the horns, they must be some sinister cultists

ㄴ: What’s wrong with being a demon?

ㄴ: This is the average demon lover haha

L: Is it possible to take this picture yourself? It looks like a hoax.

ㄴ: It’s not someone else, it’s news delivered by Newsflash, do you think it’s fake? If Newsflash lies about the Emperor, they’re done for.

ㄴ: It’s scary that Newsflash leaked information about the Emperor;

ㄴ: But doesn’t the Emperor usually spare travelers?

ㄴ: The Emperor may say that, but would he really care?

“…Master, what should we do about this?”

I felt a sense of unease creeping in.

The Demon King suddenly resurrecting.

Usually, it’s said that at least 100,000 human sacrifices are needed for the Demon King to resurrect.

Did they fulfill that requirement?

That’s why the only person I could trust was Sylvia.

You can clearly see that she doesn’t look intimidating at all.

As I stared at Sylvia like that-

“Um.. There’s something I haven’t mentioned before, do you happen to know who I am?”

“I know. That arrogant jerk. But why?”

Asil was truly famous for being an arrogant jerk.

It was said that she was famous for never helping even when asked for help.

And I heard that there were dozens of people who had run away from her.

One could say that her personality was extremely cantankerous.

As I thought about this, Sylvia’s expression was strange.

It was an expression of how to kill her- or so it seemed.

I felt uneasy.

So I smiled and asked.

“Why Asil?”

“Because it’s me.”

“What?”

“It’s me.”

The moment I heard those words, my mind went blank.

Honestly, I had never even thought that Sylvia could be Asil.

Unable to come to my senses for a moment, as soon as I did, I immediately apologized.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

It was the right thing to apologize.

If Sylvia really was Asil, I wouldn’t have any words even if she burned me alive right here.

So I apologized-

“Hmm, I’ll let it go this time. Don’t do it again next time.”

“Okay!”

Fortunately, Sylvia forgave my mistake.

It seemed like it would be better to be careful with my words from now on.

Just making a mistake could lead to strange things happening.

Thinking like that, I started talking about the information that was posted on the gallery.

“So, the post on the gallery, that’s true. That’s why I brought up this story.”

“Oh.. I see.”

So I don’t really know what to do.

There wasn’t really anything I could do.

Strong enemies like that would be dealt with by archmages or swordmasters-

“…Ah.”

At that moment, I realized.

It seemed like it was time for Sylvia and me to part ways.

As I thought about that, Sylvia chuckled and put something around my neck.

It was a necklace.

A crescent moon-shaped necklace.

I didn’t really know what it meant, so I looked at Sylvia-

“It’s a necklace that saves you once in a life-threatening situation. So always wear it.”

The reason Sylvia gave me this item with such a function was simple.

She must have thought that the resurrection of the demon king would be quite a threat to this continent.

There was also a high possibility that it would come all the way to Baruk where I was.

Thinking like that, I felt a little annoyed.

I had finally gotten a good job and was relaxing, but suddenly they were trying to take away this job by saying that some demon king had resurrected.

But I couldn’t show any signs of this, so I smiled and said.

“Oh, don’t worry and take care. I’ll be fine too.”

“…Alright. Then I’ll be back, so make sure you stay alive.”

“Hey, have you ever seen me do anything dangerous?”

“Well, you have.”

With that, we smiled and said our goodbyes.

The archmage had no choice but to follow the emperor’s orders.

It was to support the archmage from the imperial family.

And there was also a risk of being executed for treason if they didn’t follow.

Of course, there was no one other than the emperor who could give orders to the archmage.

Thinking like that, Sylvia looked at me intently and handed me something.

It was a pouch of a suitable size.

It seemed like it could hold a few books.

“It’s a pocket dimension pouch. Don’t lose it. It’s expensive.”

“Oh, okay.”

I understood without her having to say it.

I knew how expensive a pocket dimension pouch was.

After all, even non-mages could use a pocket dimension, how amazing would that be?

Of course, I was a mage too, but I hadn’t reached the level of using a pocket dimension yet.

You had to be at least one rank below an archmage to use a pocket dimension.

Thinking like that, seeing her give me such a precious item, it really felt like she was leaving.

Thinking like that, it didn’t feel real.

Sylvia was really leaving.

Over the past month, I had grown quite attached, so it was hard to say goodbye.

“Well then, I’ll be off. Take care.”

“…Goodbye.”

There was nothing I could do to stop it.

The Archmage was a crucial resource on the battlefield.

I guess it was an unavoidable summons.

As I thought that, Sylvia patted my head once and then disappeared before my eyes.

It seemed like she had used teleportation.

Once again, I felt the loneliness of being left alone.

It felt like my scarred head, from getting hit by the guards before, was throbbing again.

Feeling that way, I snapped back to reality.

“I hate to leave this building behind.”

Just a few days ago, Sylvia had mentioned that if something were to happen when I left the building unattended, I should leave the mansion and head to Baruk District 3.

At the time, I didn’t understand what she meant, but Sylvia seemed to know what was going to happen.

“Sigh.”

With a sigh, I packed my belongings.

I wore a crescent-shaped necklace around my neck.

I put on a roughly made ring on my finger.

And I carried a pocket dimension pouch.

It was time to leave this beloved mansion behind.

After eating bread and soup for the last time, I left the mansion.