episode_0028

A year has passed since I began studying radish under Master Erikson.

To be exact, half a year.

For the first six months, Master Erickson only gave me vague advice on my training. Just like the guy next door giving advice.

but-.

Maybe you’re so frustrated with yourself that you can’t stand it?

Master Erikson eventually accepted me officially as his disciple. And then he began to teach in earnest.

Of course, there were conditions that Master Erikson placed on me during this process.

‘As a Manryu Guijong, although I learned the sword, I am fully capable of teaching you the spear. But don’t think about using my teachings to do personal things like revenge.’

Revenge is a personal thing. So he told me to let go of that feeling, but I flatly refused. If that were the case, I would end up doing it on my own without a teacher.

Then, Master Erikson was the first to bend his opinion.

‘Ugh… I can’t help it. Okay, I understand. Do whatever you want. Just watching your stupid spear skills… I’ll just throw away my eyes. I would rather teach you properly without any conditions.’

Although the tone was harsh, I felt a strange softness inside.

And just like that, I officially became Master Erikson’s disciple.

Master Erikson has definitely changed since I became his disciple. He gave me advice down to the smallest detail.

And thanks to that -.

“It became quite worth watching… Not yet.”

I stopped swinging my spear and looked at Master Erickson.

“I understand. I will work harder!”

In just half a year, I was able to reach the level of expert intermediate. It was really fast growth. Even if I leave out my own opinion.

Perhaps the teacher is excellent at teaching.

My expectations were slightly inflated as I realized that I might also have talent.

Those days when I devoted myself to training.

Then one day, Master Erikson spoke to me.

“Aren… .”

Unlike usual, Master Erickson looks quite serious. I wondered if I had made another mistake.

“Why did you call me? Did I just change my posture?”

“No. First, stop practicing for a while.”

Even his tone of voice was different from usual. If his tone was usually a bit sharp and harsh, now his tone has calmed down.

First, I put the spear down on the floor without saying anything.

And I listened to Master Erikson.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Yes? Which… ?”

The look in Master Erikson’s eyes as he asks me a question is…

I was shaking terribly. like… Like you care about me.

“… Why do you want revenge? I’m really curious.”

It was Master Erickson who always told us not to take revenge without asking any questions. But this time it looks different.

“The reason you want revenge? ? To be honest… I don’t know.”

in fact… I do not know.

I lost my memory.

I tried to force myself to think of it several times, but it was impossible. I couldn’t remember any little thing.

It felt like I had lost my memory in the vast ocean.

If I keep trying to think about it, my head just hurts.

And I became increasingly afraid of it.

What kind of memory is this?

Is it difficult to even recall memories like this?

Master Erickson said after hearing what I said.

“I don’t know… After all, can’t we just give up revenge?”

“… Yes.”

Can not be done.

I don’t remember, but it doesn’t matter if I don’t remember forever.

plural.

Perhaps this is the driving force behind my life.

If I lose it, I… .

‘I don’t know what will happen to me either.’

I felt like if I stopped now, I wouldn’t be able to get up again.

Strangely enough, I have no memory, but I only feel anger toward the church. It was so frustrating that I became irritated.

actually… I also tried to forget about revenge.

but-.

It was impossible.

Every time I tried to forget, my heart tightened. As if to tell you not to do anything pointless. Like the shackles in the story that are only given to evil people.

Master Erickson, who had been silent for a while, spoke again.

“… Promise at least one thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“The target of your revenge is the church… At least don’t think of taking revenge on all the good people.”

“You mean the good ones?”

They are good people… .

“Your anger is probably… My guess is that it’s directed at those who hurt you that day. And they probably belonged to a religious denomination. So I think you have a grudge against the church.”

I also nodded.

I don’t remember, but I guess so.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have wanted to take revenge on the church this much.

“But the denomination is large. So, there are more people involved than you think. So please don’t make innocent people victims.”

It was Master Erickson, who had a somewhat gloomy expression.

Eventually, I realized why Master Erikson said these words to me.

Master Erickson looked normal, but today was different. A faint smell of alcohol. It felt like it had been a while since I drank alcohol.

Probably, this is a drunken joke.

And I noticed.

Perhaps that is why Master Erickson is trying to dissuade me from seeking revenge. It is said to be in Master Erickson’s past.

I nodded for now.

“Okay.”

As Master said.

Me too… I was thinking that it would have to be that way.

An object of revenge.

It would be good to think about it properly.

and-.

‘I wish I could remember even a little bit… .’

I hated myself a little for not being able to recall any memories.

***

Renia’s plan -.

There was a small altar on the desk in the room. And in front of the altar was a ring necklace.

Lenia was kneeling in front of the altar and praying.

With tears in her eyes, Renia, who was praying, muttered.

“Chris… .”

It was not a formal altar.

It was an altar made using only simple things. It was an altar made by Renia to send Chris away.

After praying, Lenia slowly got up.

And he muttered in an infinitely faint voice.

“… I miss you. Chris.”

It’s been a year since Chris died.

This one-year perspective made Renia more mature. I became a child I loved and could not let go.

Unlike a year ago, Renia seemed to have calmed down a lot.

but-.

There was one thing that Renia lost during this year.

The same innocent smile as before.

Renia didn’t laugh anymore. He always had an expression close to nothingness. And that without even an inch of shaking.

“Today too… Let’s cheer up.”

Renia got dressed and put on her clothes.

Clothing specially made to be considered a saint.

And opened the door.

“At least for the people who remain with me… I’ll try my best. Chris.”

Renia went to Archbishop Porsipia for training to fulfill her duties as a saint.

*

Count Rubber’s office -.

Count Ruber, who was secretly investigating the Fletcher family. He felt himself becoming more and more anxious.

“Are you sure what he said was true?”

Rachel, head of the Fletcher family.

Gradually, his claims were becoming more and more true. That was a very creepy and anxious Count Ruber.

“Really… Is that really… Are you saying this was done by the church?”

However, it wasn’t clear yet.

Count Ruber worked hard to find evidence.

but-.

At that moment, I was frustrated because there was no evidence of that.

I thought of a new method.

It may be a little less credible, but ask the perpetrator directly.

In this way, Count Ruber secretly contacted the rebels, and what he heard from them gradually became evidence that Rachel’s words were true.

“Why would they lie to me? No, if you think about it, there is.”

Even though he lied about his identity, he would never tell the truth to outsiders.

but-.

It didn’t even occur to me that they were lying.

As proof-.

“It was true that there was no movement of goods.”

If they had raided a commercial enterprise, there would have been loot.

The movement of goods was natural, but there was no movement of goods at that time. This fact was also confirmed by residents of nearby villages.

Then, if the culprit is not a rebel, then a religious order -.

There were few options to begin with.

After thinking like that, Count Ruber tried to dig a little deeper.

however-.

At that moment, there was a guest looking for the count.

“Count, a guest has arrived.”

“Guest? Is it Rachel?”

“No. He seems to be from the Magic Tower, and he has something important to say to the Count… .”

Count Ruber was puzzled by the sudden guest, but he told them to let him in first.

And soon-.

“Hello. Count.”

A woman wearing a robe came to visit.

The face was only visible, but its bright red lips were distinctive. And bright red hair, as well as lips.

And even though she was covered in a robe, she was such an alluring woman that her body was clearly visible.

Count Ruber asked.

“… Who are you to come and visit me?”

The magic tower is coming to visit you.

I didn’t understand it a bit.

The red-haired woman smiled at Count Luver’s question.

“Can I help you? Count Ruber.”

“Help?”

“Yes. I thought maybe I could help Count Ruber.”

After saying that, the red-haired woman took off her robe, revealing her face completely.

Count Ruber, seeing the woman’s face, swallowed his saliva without realizing it. Because I was so surprised.

Was it because of the red hair?

Although she had a powerful appearance, she was more than that a beautiful woman.

Count Ruber, who came to his senses again, asked:

“When you say help, what kind of help do you mean?”

“… Hehe.”

The woman just smiled at Count Ruber’s words.