The act of slamming the sword into the ground is not a very efficient act.

    Not only does it create conditions that make it easy for the opponent to be surprised, but it also wastes energy and time unnecessarily.

    ‘Then why did Lorraine stick her sword into the floor?’

    I guess it’s because even if you do these things, the results won’t change.

    “… … ”

    Top-tier sword expert.

    There was a tendency for his prestige to fade as he was buried under the name of Sword Master.

    Excluding the Sword Masters who are bound by all sorts of restrictions, there are only three of them… It was a title that referred to the strongest person in existence at the moment.

    So, the highest level sword expert means that no matter what kind of experience the opponent has or how many swords he has.

    It was said that it was no different from a weapon of war that could completely change the landscape of a battle.

    So, I decided to leave the rest to Lorraine and raise my hand high to hit Elysia’s head with a hammer.

    “… I think we need to calm down a little.”

    Elicia took out a new artifact from her arms and spoke.

    “Let’s talk again after the headache has passed.”

    “Do I really need to say it again? I don’t even want to listen to what you’re yelling at me.”

    “You never know. Just as you brought warmth to the North, I might be able to bring something similar to you. ”

    As he finished speaking, mana began to spread out in all directions, and Elysia’s figure began to blur.

    It seems that the artifact was used to cast teleportation magic.

    Of course, I had no intention of sending it away like that.

    I spoke again, swinging my hammer at the shield.

    “You don’t need it, just get out.”

    As soon as the hammer touches the shield, the shield appears to have reached its critical point and cannot hold out any longer, so it bursts.

    I watched Elysia’s expression as the mana barrier of the shield burst like shards of glass.

    I noticed that he was looking at me with quite a bit of confusion.

    I wonder if my warning got through.

    I put the hammer back in my bosom as I watched Elysia disappear right away.

    “… … ”

    In the calm atmosphere, I sat calmly on the interview chair and announced the end of the first interview.

    *

    “Damian… ”

    When I returned to my accommodation, the first thing I saw was Siren fidgeting.

    It seems that Lorraine had relayed what had happened earlier.

    I noticed that he was waiting for me with his hands full of bandages.

    “Are you okay?”

    Then he comes to me and looks around my body, showing concern.

    I wanted to pat his head because I was grateful for his concern.

    “Now is not the time.”

    He shook his head with a serious expression, then forcibly pulled me into a chair and spoke to me.

    “I’ll treat you.”

    Then he put a band-aid on the back of his hand, his face, and… his feet? I don’t know why he put one on his feet, but he put one on his feet too.

    Seeing this, I was embarrassed and told the truth.

    “There’s not a single injury.”

    “Does it matter now?”

    Then what is important? I don’t know.

    I was about to give up on communication, but I felt like I should just ask the person and move on, so I asked, hesitating.

    “But I’m really curious so I’m asking, why do you put it on your feet?”

    “My feet hurt when I walk.”

    “… ? Right.”

    Understanding is not such a necessary thing in life.

    What matters is tolerance, consideration, and love.

    I gave up thinking and fell into a moment of deep thought.

    ‘Now let’s think about the aftermath.’

    In fact, there is no such thing as a follow-up.

    If we just let this go without saying anything, it will remain as a petty emotional fight between people.

    Because the moment someone makes this public, it turns into a ‘family fight’.

    Maybe Karsarilga or Wintravenga will try to ignore it.

    ‘Besides, no one died or was injured anyway.’

    There is no reason to bring this up and make it public.

    So, the families will decide that it is best to just hush it up and move on, so there won’t be any problems…

    The problem, as always, was Elysia.

    ‘No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think it’ll get over easily.’

    Of course, since you have something you want from me, you will try to change your course to one of appeasement rather than revenge.

    I was worried because it was clear that this was not the normal way.

    So, I was thinking about what to do to prepare for this.

    “Little Master, would you like to go out for a change of pace?”

    Lorraine suggested a picnic.

    *

    Actually, I had a lot to worry about, so at first I tried to refuse.

    The moment I saw Siren staring out the window at the accommodation, I felt sorry for no reason and ended up giving permission without realizing it.

    ‘Besides, you recommended it to me for my own benefit.’

    It was strange to refuse someone without making them feel embarrassed.

    I opened my mouth as I followed Lorraine, who was munching on a cookie next to me, and Siren, who was carrying the sun spirit on her head.

    “So, is there something you want to do?”

    “Yeah.”

    The only one who answered that question was Siren.

    Siren looked at me blankly and then told me something important that I had forgotten.

    “So when are you going to give Byeolbyeol a name?”

    It’s quite odd to ask what to name it when it’s already called Byeolbyeol.

    Still, it wasn’t exactly wrong, so I asked the spirit above Siren’s head a question.

    “Should I name it?”

    “Wow!”

    “Is there a name you want?”

    Siren was the first to answer that question.

    “Because Byeokbyeok sounds like Byeokbyeok, it’s right to call him Byeokbyeok.”

    Siren spoke proudly as if she was stating common sense.

    As soon as the spirit heard this story.

    Bam!

    He expressed his refusal by quickly hitting his head like a cat throwing a punch.

    “… … ”

    Was it a shock that I was rejected?

    Siren gets hit in the head and then droops down with a sullen look on her face.

    I looked at that siren and clicked my tongue as I spoke.

    “No matter what, calling it Byulbyul is a bit weird.”

    Besides, later on, he will transform into a human form like Fenrir, so if you give him a name like Byeokbyeok, it might cause trouble later on.

    That’s why I’m suggesting that we give it a different name.

    “Then how about that?”

    Lorraine pointed to a flower and came up with a pretty good idea.

    “How about the name Daisy? By the way, daisies are daytime flowers, so it feels like it’s associated with the sun, so it’s okay, right?”

    It didn’t seem like a bad name, so I nodded and asked the spirit if the name ‘Daisy’ was okay.

    “Wow! Okay! ”

    He must have really liked it because he changed his appearance into human form and nodded his head repeatedly.

    As I was stroking Daisy’s head with my fingers, I suddenly spotted an interesting scene in the distance.

    A scene where you try to chase away a stray dog, but end up getting attacked instead.

    The moment I saw that scene, I could think of a way to turn the tables on Elicia.

    ‘Counterattack.’

    So, to be more specific.

    Before Dale comes to kill me, I have to go kill Dale first.

    *****

    Teleportation makes my headache worse.

    It wasn’t really a big problem because it was usually solved by sitting down on a chair for a while.

    In Elicia’s case, she was already suffering from a severe headache, so she started vomiting as soon as she was moved onto the street.

    Woohoo.

    Since I didn’t eat anything in particular, I didn’t vomit.

    However, it is not the case that nothing comes out, as a sour and disgusting liquid coats the throat and causes pain.

    I wanted to sit down and rest for a while as I pleased, but given the circumstances, I forced myself to sit up and look ahead.

    ‘…I have to go to Dale right now.’

    Damien’s hostility is stronger than he expected.

    Of course, I had expected the hostility to be strong to some extent, but I didn’t know that he would attack with a hammer while begging for forgiveness, so I realized that the size was larger than I expected.

    ‘It’s okay. This much is manageable.’

    It exceeds expectations, but not to the extent that it cannot be handled.

    So, thinking that I could just cover it up with something else, I held onto my unsteady legs and moved forward.

    It wasn’t that painful, but I frowned, thinking it was a little annoying.

    The moment we arrived at the accommodation the northerners had set up, we were able to discover something that was about to go out.

    I spoke to him, thinking it was fortunate that the path was not tangled.

    “… Dale, would you mind coming with me for a moment?”

    He seemed flustered because I came suddenly and asked him to accompany me.

    Perhaps because I usually shared emotional bonds with him, I nodded without much difficulty.

    I spoke to him while pretending to smile brightly.

    “Thank you. Let’s take a walk.”

    In addition to feeling sick from not being able to recover enough, an incredible pain spreads through my head as if my headaches were intertwined.

    However, since he had to endure this in order to make the board, he pretended as if nothing had happened as much as possible and moved to the ‘neighborhood vagrant district’.

    People who have been driven to the edge of a cliff because they have nowhere to go due to demons and monsters.

    Of course, it was ironic that conditions were better than the worst in the North, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

    He deliberately showed Dale the people who had suffered from the pain of war and spoke to him somewhat seriously.

    “Dale, what do you think about peace?”

    “Is it a word of peace? It’s hard to explain, but… ”

    He gave an answer that showed empathy for those who were suffering, as if he were a commoner who had not yet been polluted by the world.

    “Isn’t this the most needed thing in this world?”

    That’s a funny answer.

    Peace is something that changes depending on one’s perspective, environment, and individual values.

    The answer that it was the most necessary thing was truly an answer that someone who knew nothing about the world would give.

    But I kept my feelings hidden and gave him a small smile.

    “Hehehe.”

    “Uh… Was the answer not very good?”

    “No. I did it because it was Dale-like. And I like Dale-like words.”

    “Ah… Thank you, Your Highness.”

    “Elicia.”

    “Geulichia… ”

    I looked at that kind, easy-to-use, easy-to-throw-away guy and thought.

    … to recommend Dale as a warrior to the church and the royal family.

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