episode_0022

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■Eron

Level: 19 > 18

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“Mr. Aaron?”

“…Yes?”

Eron came to his senses at the sound of Risir’s voice.

“Are you okay? Your complexion is-”

“Ah, ah. It’s okay. I just felt a little tired. I was busy until late last night. I’ll be okay after a little rest.”

It was pride that held back Eron’s mind, which was not at all okay.

The pride of not wanting to show weakness in front of this inferior man.

Aaron sat back down and smiled leisurely.

‘My strength has weakened…?’

However, because of the considerable embarrassment he felt inside, the smile seemed artificial and different from usual.

Embarrassment brings out the true colors of a person.

It was the first time that Aaron showed his true self in front of them.

‘Why? Could it be a countercurrent?’

Magic power is like muscle.

Growth is promoted through stimulation, but the process is sometimes accompanied by injury.

This rise in magical power is called ‘Mana Counterflow’.

The power of fascination that Eron possesses is the power to directly or indirectly interfere with the minds of others.

Its delicate and complex power had a higher chance of causing a torrent of mana than ordinary magic.

For example.

If we just look at the fact that ‘the power of fascination caused a backflow of mana’, there was nothing particularly strange about the situation.

But the problem is the target.

Mana reflux is also mana reflux-

‘Because of these kids?’

Eron looked at the faces of Marik and his party, the targets of his power of fascination.

As befitting their status as adventurers of the same level, each and every one of them was a second-tier rookie.

Is this because of those kids that there was a backlash against Mana?

It was like getting into a physical fight with a child and injuring his muscles.

‘…’

Of course, if a third party were involved in the melee, the story might be different.

Eron glanced at Risir.

Remember, the mana backflow happened at the exact moment I tried to use my charm power on him.

Risir was different from Marik and his group.

He declared himself a wizard. He may have some knowledge and resistance to mental magic.

The level of realm was also clearly higher compared to Marik’s group.

‘3rd tier…’

Eron acknowledged that Lisir was a being with the potential to create a variable called Mana Reflux.

Of course, whether that is likely or not is a separate story.

‘Just barely. I’m just entering the third level.’

‘And, the third-ranking subject can’t even hide his own power properly-‘

I knew all about those guys.

‘There’s nothing more to see.’

‘Of course, he must have just sat still and ate what his family fed him, and somehow ended up in the third rank.’

Usually, the legitimate children of noble families would reach the third rank before they could hold their coming-of-age ceremony, and the nobles took this for granted.

They say it is an innate virtue befitting a noble lineage –

well.

There were others, like Aaron, who thought differently.

Nobles grow up in an environment where they are naturally exposed to mana from childhood.

In addition, you will receive all kinds of education related to mana.

It is about growing up breathing in the things that can be called ‘opportunities’ for those who do not have them.

With those conditions, it would be strange if he didn’t reach the third level before becoming an adult.

On the contrary, with such conditions, you become an adult and barely reach the 3rd level?

‘Made to be special.’

Aaron has seen many nobles like that so far.

They were all ordinary beings who couldn’t get out of the game.

Aaron liked them.

It was rare to find high-quality prey that was easy to deal with, like a criminal with too much specialness for himself.

…which is why Aaron is so confused now.

‘Is this the only reason why I’m experiencing a backflow of mana?’

It was a special and difficult power.

It was possible to cope only with awareness and appropriate response.

But look at that half-wizard.

It seemed as if they were not even aware of it, let alone responding appropriately.

It was at that time that Eron was struggling in confusion, unable to make up his mind.

“…?”

Aaron felt an intense gaze and turned his gaze towards it.

The girl sitting next to Risir. Pien was looking at her with a meaningful gaze.

Aaron couldn’t fully comprehend the complex emotions contained in that gaze.

-ah.

-I know.

-That feeling.

How would I know?

The fact that she, who was hiding her unimaginable identity as Jinjo, had previously attempted the same thing and suffered great defeat.

The fact that we are forming a bond of sympathy without even knowing it.

In the end, the sense of empathy and sympathy contained in Pien’s gaze was not conveyed –

-Stupid thing.

Aaron felt nothing but pure contempt in Pien’s gaze.

“…!”

At that moment.

Aaron realized everything and was in great shock.

The feeling of discomfort I first felt from Pien was not an illusion.

My prediction was wrong.

Pien was not a poor girl with no power, but a powerful person with hidden power.

And he was Risir’s escort.

Maybe- no, most likely it was she who caused the backlash.

‘Damn, why am I doing this now-‘

Aaron scolded himself.

I realized it too late and ended up giving an excuse.

‘What have you done? Did you realize the true nature of my power and defeat it?’

‘No. No. If that were the case, you would have attacked me long ago.’

‘Maybe- some kind of defensive magic was put on that thing, and it’s wary of me.’

‘Or maybe – he’s giving a warning right now.’

okay.

warning.

As his thoughts reached that point, Aaron was able to regain some composure.

Why is it that when you touch an escort target, instead of responding right away, you only get a warning?

I decided that it would be difficult to deal with.

Perhaps he felt that the gap in power was not that great, or perhaps he sensed the nature of the power of fascination.

‘That’s a fair judgment.’

coachman.

Adventurers.

And even a half-daughter.

In this place, everyone except Pien was prey to the power of fascination.

The moment he entered full-scale combat, Pien had to fight while paying attention to all of these elements.

No. I had to go on an escort mission.

And the moment Risir gets hurt even a little, Pien is defeated.

That’s what an escort mission was like.

‘As long as that lump called Risir is here, I have the initiative.’

In the end, Aaron came to one conclusion.

‘You have to take action first.’

The moment he gets some free time, the first thing Pien will do is hide Lisir in a safe place.

‘And they’ll try to get rid of me, the unstable element of the escort.’

We must not let that happen.

Aaron decided on a course of action and made a plan accordingly.

‘After taking away the adventurers’ power, I use the power of fascination on Risir with all my might.’

I didn’t feel like it.

Using your full power of charm on that dirty man.

but-

“…”

“…”

I would gladly endure it if only it could break that wicked woman’s nose.

‘Take your time now…’

Eron consoled himself by imagining the sight of Pien screaming as her escort was taken away from her right before her eyes.

***

As it grew dark, the carriage stopped near the road to prepare for camping.

It was the most important moment for the adventurer.

The factor that had the biggest impact on my condition the next day was none other than the quality of my rest.

“The three of you are resting. We will take care of this.”

However, Marik and his group excluded Risir, Pien, and Eron during the process of dividing up the roles.

Usually, in such cases, the norm was for everyone to share roles fairly, but that norm was only applied among people of the same status.

Pien and Eron also knew that fact, so they accepted Marik’s offer as if it were a given.

“Damn it- why isn’t the fire lit!”

“Ha… The ground is so damn hard. Should I just pitch a tent?”

“It wouldn’t be bad to talk to your nobles once. Let’s just pray that we won’t meet again in Bondales.”

Marik and his group do chores while sweating and cursing profusely.

“Everyone, is there anything I can help you with?”

Risir approached Marik and his group and asked.

“…?”

“…?”

“…?”

Marik and his party all had ghostly expressions on their faces.

What did I just hear?

The content of the speech itself was nothing special.

But that accent.

A helpful doctor speaking with an aristocratic accent?

As low-level adventurers, Maric and his party had experienced all sorts of things while rolling around on the floor, but this was one of the most unusual phenomena they had ever experienced.

“Okay, did I mishear you?”

Marik asked back with a blank expression.

“I thought the work would be finished faster if I helped.”

oh my god.

I didn’t mishear.

“No, no- You don’t have to do that. This is what we have to do. Yes. Mr. Risir- No, Mr. Risir, you are resting comfortably.”

Marik smiled bitterly to himself.

I don’t know if I should call this kindness, informality, or ignorance.

Lisir.

It seemed as if this young and kind nobleman had no idea how excessive kindness from a nobleman could be perceived by his subordinates in this situation.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel good, but beyond that, I just feel uncomfortable and burdened.

Even if they were fellow carriage passengers, which adventurer would order a noble to do chores and be happy, saying, ‘Great! I got more help!’

How can I rest while you all are suffering?

Oh my, how can we ask Mr. Risir to do such chores?

Hey, don’t do that-

Hey, don’t do that-

The nature of the conversation that would follow was clear.

Just as Marik’s expression was about to become more distorted with fatigue than when he was doing chores-

“I just want to learn something for my juniors.”

“…Huh?”

Is there a more mysterious creature than a noble who wants to help adventurers with their chores?

It was here.

This nobleman here wishes to learn odd jobs from adventurers.

Marik and his group simply blinked and looked at Risir at the development that was clearly out of the blue.

“It’s just that I’m interested in adventures. And even if you’re not an adventurer, wouldn’t this useful knowledge come in handy someday?”

It wasn’t just words.

Risir has only one interest.

In this fantasy world, it was about being successful and living well.

The magic I’m focusing on now is just one of the means to that end.

The more means the better.

Risir’s policy of becoming aware of his past life and filling his head with all kinds of knowledge from the library has not changed much even now.

“…”

Marik and his party knew how to interpret the kindness of the nobles.

You must not be mistaken.

The reason they are kind is not because they have some special favor to show.

It literally means giving.

As someone who stands above, to those below.

A kind of morality, or formality.

Therefore, we should not take their kindness at face value and we should not become close to them.

It was a mistake that no one would make unless they were a complete idiot.

The kindness shown by the nobles was obviously of a formal nature.

That was the reason why Marik and his group were looking so confused that they looked like they were going crazy.

That would be the case, since the nobles were a people who could not even formally use the expression ‘learn’ from their subordinates.

“What do you mean by useful knowledge…?”

“Well, how to make a fire. Things to keep in mind when camping. Aren’t there a lot of things?”

“They are too trivial to be considered useful knowledge.”

That’s all in words.

Marik was nodding inwardly.

‘Hey, what does this guy know?’

The current camping site.

To an outsider, it might seem like they just happened to find a spot somewhere nearby because the time was right, but in fact, it was the perfect spot that Marik and his party had finally found after searching for a long time.

As Risir said, we chose the location after considering the various aspects that need to be taken into consideration when camping.

Knowledge related to camping was important knowledge that had a direct impact on the lives of adventurers.

And, it was valuable knowledge that could only be obtained by working directly in the field.

The reason Marik called such knowledge trivial was because he was not a fool who thought the nobles would regard it in the same way.

But what the heck?

This nobleman was making a fool of himself.

“Hey, that’s trivial. Where can you find useful but trivial knowledge?”

I know this is just a formality.

I know you said that to make the people below feel better.

“…Ahem. Then, would you please follow me here for a moment? There was a moment when we decided to camp here, and when and where was it?-”

But I couldn’t stand it.

What lower class person wouldn’t be thrilled by a nobleman who shows genuine respect and interest in his work?

Marik and his party spent some time happily imparting their knowledge about camping to Risir.

Even their own know-how, which they would not normally give away even if they were paid for it.

“Excuse me, if it’s okay, could you please teach me some camping knowledge? ”

Eron, who had been watching for an opportunity to control the adventurers with his power of charm, felt a little annoyed for a moment, then belatedly joined them.

“Ah~ Is there anything that can’t be done? Mr. Eron, please come too!”

The excited Maric group waved to Eron without hesitation, but-

“…Mr. Aaron? If you’re not interested, you don’t have to force yourself to listen? ”

Soon, he revealed his discomfort without hesitation, saying, ‘Don’t ruin the mood and just go.’

The way he repeatedly spoke to Marik and his lover Catherine gave the exact opposite impression of Risir, who was genuinely interested in the story of Marik and his party and listened to them.

“…”

Eomma, who had been dominating people with her power of charm and charm with her unique appearance and aura, was writhing in embarrassment and humiliation.

***

“I will do it.”

The night has ripened and the meal is over.

The topic of ‘night watch’ came up among them as they sat around the campfire, and Risir raised his hand without hesitation.

“Oh my, please!!! Don’t do this, Mr. Risir!!!”

A sound almost like a shout erupted from among Marik and his group sitting near Risir.

Starting from the camping lecture, Marik and his group’s favorability towards Risir steadily increased, and now they were so happy to see Risir that they had no intention of leaving his side.

“Do you know how hard it is to stare blankly at a field while telling yourself to run and get up in the middle of the night!? I mean, night watch! Huh!? It’s not just hard, it’s fucking hard! You could die from boredom and sleepiness!”

“But wouldn’t it be better to experience it first? It’d be better than making mistakes later when you get paid to do night shifts.”

“Ewww!!!”

It wasn’t laughter, it was almost like a scream.

Marik grabbed Risir’s body and burst out laughing.

“That’s a valid point!!! That’s a valid point- Oh my, how do I explain this!? I don’t know! Just do it, Mr. Risir!”

Despite opposition from Marik and his party, Risir managed to secure the night watch job.

“I’ll take the shift!”

Eron, who had been observing the situation, raised his hand in a flash.

And he looked at Marik and his group.

“Ah. Yes. Is that so? Well, we appreciate it.”

Unlike the time of Lisir, the response that came back was lukewarm to say the least.

“…”

Crackle.

A beauty more beautiful than most women.

The blood vessels between the eyebrows of the beauty who captivated many men and women with her appearance began to appear.

‘Things that are not the same. Let’s wait and see.’

Night finally came.

Mom has been waiting for this moment with bated breath.

***

“Damn. Did I get too carried away with the atmosphere… I volunteered for nothing.”

When the night watch began, 3000 hours had passed according to Risir’s perception.

He looked out across the endless dark fields, savoring his past mistakes.

The air of dawn makes people emotional.

He suddenly thought of his sister’s face, who was no longer there.

Just before they broke up, she was showing some kind of competitiveness and jealousy towards Risir.

-Next time we meet, you’ll want to call me sister, right?

-…So, until then, don’t get hurt…and take care of yourself…

-Oh, brother…

The pride of the genius prosecutor who had seen his magical talent with his own eyes the other day was ignited.

-Originally, I was going to teach you swordsmanship…

-I was thinking of telling you not to worry about anything and to just trust me and follow me…

There is anger at the plans that went wrong.

And regret.

-How could I…

-I told you to live your own life every day, looking at your brother…

-therefore…

-I don’t want to break up either, but…

-I think this is right now…

-…I’ll miss you.

Risir rubbed his chest as he thought of his cute little sister.

-…How long are you going to stick together!

My younger sister, who had been whining to her heart’s content before we broke up so that she would not have any regrets, expressed her reaction to her heart’s content.

A one-inch punch that utilizes the explosive power of a face that is red as if it could burst.

“It still hurts…”

On Risir’s chest, there was a clear trace (bruise) of his younger sister.

“Huh?”

Risir, who had been enduring the boring night with these various thoughts, suddenly turned his head away.

I felt a presence.

“How about it?”

It was a voice that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

“Eron?”

As we get closer, the darkness clears and the silhouette of the body is revealed.

“…?”

Risir tilted his head.

“Eron…?”

Long eyelashes. Soft lines on the facial features. Sky blue eyes as clear as the summer sky.

Healthy bronze skin and fine, golden bob hair.

He remembered Aaron as a beauty more beautiful than most women.

It was thanks to that that I wasn’t too surprised by the current situation.

Eron, who emerged from the darkness, was naked.

The lines of her body were undoubtedly those of a woman.

Her copper-colored skin, without a single blemish, caught the moonlight and reflected it back to her.

It was a beauty that literally shone even in the dark.

“Do you want to do something good?”

The corners of Eron’s mouth curved gently, and the darkness behind her rippled like a tail.

Her power responded to her will.

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■Eron

Level: 18 > 16

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