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“What? Now?”

You were wasting my time, and now you remember what the real matter was?

Estil barely managed to keep his face from distorting at Sieta’s attitude, which was so obvious. Then he sighed and asked Sieta a question with a glare in his eyes.

“How useless is it that you can easily forget it? Let’s do it tomorrow?”

“Oh, is it okay if I come tomorrow? Anyway, it shouldn’t be a useless matter. I forgot to mention it because it was the first time I’d seen something like that in my life. Or should I say I didn’t say it because my priorities were unclear…hmm…”

What are you talking about? Estil tilted his head at the sight of the elf priestess suddenly holding her chin and thinking. What is it? I have a feeling that it is an incredibly annoying matter…

And after a while, the elven priestess took something out of her bosom. Oh. It was a note. It wasn’t the paper made from the leaves of plants and animals that elves used, but parchment that humans often used. What is it? A message from the human kingdom? Estil had a guess, so he asked right away.

“Who gave it to you? When and where?”

“Hmm. If someone asks, I have nothing to say. This note was tied to a bird’s leg. When I came here, it was flying around your house, so I was curious. It’s hard to find birds like that, pigeons, around here. ”

“What is it that you can see other people’s news at will? And you can even charm animals at will…”

“Hoohoo. When else would you use the privileges you have as a priest of the elf village?”

After giving a disgusted look to Sieta, who was brazenly showing off the audacity of intercepting someone else’s news, Estil became lost in thought. A messenger. Who or what group would be sending him a message through the messenger?

At first, the Schwenheiser brothers and the Strauss guy came to mind, but I quickly shook my head. No, we already exchanged messages a while ago. It hasn’t even been a month. And you’re sending me another message in the meantime? I can’t believe it.

“Just give it to me.”

“Okay, here.”

I grabbed the note and looked at its contents. It was shorter than I had expected. It was exactly three lines.

Red Eyes Resurrection. The Saint’s descent. Planned visit to the Elf Village.

Beneath the text, there was a signature. Estil knew whose signature it was.

“Huh…is this the guild master?”

The guild master, who was usually very interested in me and my upper-level adventurers, sent me this kind of message?

Red Eyes Resurrection? Oh, are you talking about the senior who got seriously depressed after being involved in a major incident a while ago? I was looking forward to it because he said he had similar hobbies to me.

Resurrection? And the descent of the Virgin? Why is the Virgin here…

“Isn’t that strange? When I first saw it, I thought about throwing it away because it was confusing.”

“You’re just looking at the contents without any manners, where did your manners go? More than that…”

If she was planning a visit, did that mean she was coming here? Who? Why? Estil had a hard time guessing. She wasn’t the type to be politically savvy like Berthold Strauss.

If I were to throw out a sentence about the field of magic, I could come up with hundreds of interpretations all day long, but that was impossible.

However, one thing was clear: he was about to get involved in something incredibly annoying. He was already involved in enough annoying things.

“Ugh…”

“Oh my. You’re really sighing a lot today? Even though I’m a priestess who serves a god, if you keep giving advice like this, all your fortune will fly away, little witch Estill?”

“Be quiet. Already…”

Already. It seemed that happiness had left me long enough. Looking out the window absentmindedly, at the dark forest scenery, Estil muttered these words of resignation in his heart.

Time continued to flow against her wishes. That day would come. Along with the crisis that was right before her eyes, a new crisis that would sweep away her fate would come in the near future.

‘Isn’t there a place where I can be less bothered? If I had known this would happen, I would have stuck myself in the Western Mountains.’

Estil Sabre sat on his chair, recalling the bleak future as he pondered once again why he had chosen the Eastern Forest Zone.

Suddenly, she would think of someone and frown her pretty face.

‘Come to think of it, I wonder if that guy who was training in the Western Mountains is doing well. I wonder if he’s still alive.’

Thinking of a certain eccentric prosecutor I once met.

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Western Mountains.

This place, with its vast rocky mountains and lush green forests that covered almost the entire western part of the continent, boasted a natural landscape that was almost untouched by human hands. At the same time, food was not abundant, so only a few wild beasts were able to survive each day by adhering to the harsh natural survival methods.

Among the many peaks and valleys of those western mountains, there was a man perched on the very top of one. No, on two legs, precariously, as if he were about to fall, yet without moving an inch, standing on the peak, looking beyond, there was a man.

Brown hair and black eyes. He had the typical features of a Southern Kingdom citizen, and he carried a sword on his back. It was a sword commonly called a bastard sword.

“Hwaaam…”

After looking at the scenery below with a dull gaze for a while, he finally yawned. Then, without any preconditions, he sat down in his seat.

On top of a rather precarious peak, using the fog as a stepping stone, he maintained a sitting posture and still just admired the scenery. Normally, he would be busy with training and sweating blood by now, but the man did not feel like doing that today.

‘Something, bang! It’s not coming. That’s the feeling.’

After expressing his feelings in such vague terms, he wasted his time climbing up to the smallest of the numerous peaks of the mountain range, using the fog as a stepping stone to admire the scenery below.

Slade Graham, a high-ranking adventurer from the Southern Kingdom and known as one of the continent’s strongest swordsmen, was a very self-centered person. In some ways, he was an adventurer.

Slade, who grew up under his father, a great swordsman, and had not trained at all until one day he picked up a sword and began swinging it. He grew at an incredible rate and began to make a name for himself as a swordsman. His father was delighted with his son’s incredible talent and did not spare any devotion to sending him to an excellent teacher to help him grow.

After his father passed away, Slade began to search for a way to make a living by swinging his sword. He ended up joining the Adventurer’s Guild that his father had a connection with, and quickly solved numerous requests, earning himself the position of a high-level adventurer.

As a high-ranking adventurer, Slade Graham had amassed considerable wealth and fame, but he was also bored. He had filled his stomach, but something was missing and he was bored.

So, he made a request to the Adventurer’s Guild under the pretext of a long-term request to go on a training trip, and the guild master accepted it, officially stating that he was exploring the Western Mountains by order of the royal family, and so he set foot in the Western Mountains for 1 year and 8 months.

So, for the first year, I spent my time wandering around various natural landscapes with my training as a companion. However, for someone with such great talent, the mountain range was a narrower place than I thought.

A year had passed in a flash, and Slade was rapidly becoming bored, realizing that he had nearly conquered the West.

After that, I spent most of my time admiring the scenery like this, while occasionally teaching swordsmanship among the group of people staying in this mountain range.

As if he were a surplus. As if he were the only high-level adventurer left in the Southern Kingdom.

It was the self-willed attitude of a high-level adventurer that was so disgusting that it made me want to throw up.

“Slade, Slade Graham!”

Then, a human voice came into Slade’s ear.

Huh, human? Slade, who barely returned to reality, questioned the sudden sound of a human voice. In this harsh western mountain range, a human voice? Why? However, he soon realized the answer.

Deep in the western mountains, there was an eccentric man who built a house and lived there. He would gather promising people from all over the world, explore their talents, and develop them into outstanding martial artists. He would do such strange things as a hobby, and sometimes at the request of someone.

And the person calling him now was one of the disciples of the ‘Master’ who built a house in the Western Mountains and taught disciples. He was a disciple who had the nerve to call Slade while shouting. Slade nodded as soon as he realized who it was. Then, he got up from his spot and jumped.

Slade landed with a thud. In fact, the peak wasn’t that high. If only the fog had cleared, it would have been a little over two meters high. Of course, if he had landed wrong, he would have sprained his ankle, but that wasn’t going to happen to a master like Slade.

As Slade landed safely on the ground, someone approached him. It was a man with a considerably strong physique. It was Andre, who boasted outstanding skills among the current ‘Master’s’ disciples.

Although he was so large that some might call him a giant, Slade was not at all intimidated. Nor was he that type of person.

“Andre. Is it morning? I called already.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Inma! How long has it been since you had breakfast!”

“Oh, then lunch?”

“What about lunch! I just had breakfast? More than that…”

Andre, who was playing around with Slade’s nonsense, put his hand in his bosom. He rummaged through something and then took it out. It was a piece of paper made of parchment.

Oh, a letter? Judging by the way you’re taking it out like this, is it addressed to you? Slade tilted his head. Andre, who understood that this was a behavior that required an explanation, moved his mouth.

“I came to the master. Tell him to tell you, Slade, who is a disciple and wanders around as he pleases.”

“I’m not your disciple.”

“You said you did it before?”

“I am a former disciple. Then.”

“Anyway! Since you’re here, read it quickly. By the way, I don’t know. Didn’t you see the content? ”

Although he was an outsider, Slade was a man of considerable skill, and his disciples felt distant from him. Even though he had trained under his master to some extent,

But Andre was different. As the most skilled, he also had a good personality, and he treated Slade, who was somewhat of an outsider, in a friendly manner, and he acted as a sort of intermediary between the somewhat eccentric Slade and the members of the training center.

Slade took the note from Andre’s hand without much hesitation and began to read it.

Need to explore the Western Mountains anomaly. And wait for the arrival of the Saintess. Deadline is one year. Guildmaster Dolores Rashford.

It was longer than I thought, but at the same time, it was short.

After reading it a couple more times, Slade groaned and nodded. I see. Then he crumpled up the note. He made it very small and put it in his mouth. It was small enough to do that.

Andre, who had been waiting quietly, asked a question while being taken aback by Slade’s sudden action.

“What, what is it? What is it about…? Are you… going to eat that?”

Slade licked his lips for a moment, then swallowed the letter.

Oh, this is tasteless. I’m hungry and can’t wait until lunch. Should I go hunting?

For a moment, his thoughts wandered off, but soon he noticed Andre’s gaze in front of him and returned to reality. Slade cleared his throat with a huff.

“A note from the guild I belong to.”

“So, what’s the content?”

Slade stared at Andre for a long time. His expressionless face, his eyes with an indifferent attitude. For a moment, Andre felt a strange feeling at Slade’s stable and neat appearance.

What, why am I feeling so nervous? A cold sweat ran down my forehead without me realizing it. I felt my whole body tense up as I listened to the next words.

So, the next thing Slade said, Andre absentmindedly slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“I don’t know. I didn’t understand.”

It was a brief sentiment from a man who was an adventurer, but who was also the strongest swordsman on the continent.

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One huge event has come to an end.

The two people could sense each other’s hearts.

One man pulled himself together again.

One man once again accepted the fate that had been handed down to him.

The thread entangled between the two will not unravel.

And the trials will not go away either.

Signs point to everything.

Now, the time of suffering that had disappeared for a while will soon return.

Everything must be resolved within one year.

otherwise…