episode_0070

[distortion]

These were the first words Grace spoke after the situation was explained to her.

Isn’t that a magic that causes people to fold and disappear? Why are you using it now? The dead silence is just chilling. Could it be that I, too, am folding now?

Like this───.

“Cannot be fixed. [You can fix it.]”

uh?

“If your lumbar spine is damaged, unless a miracle happens, you will have to live like this for the rest of your life. [It is more advantageous to pretend to be injured right now.]”

My pounding heart slowly sinks.

Grace is chained to the magic tower. In return for escaping from the magic tower, my emotions were suppressed. However, I am once again entangled in the secular world.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. I will compensate you for the damages.”

Yusria giggled.

“There is no need for compensation for damages. It’s the size of a rat’s tail…!”

“Your slave speaks Newspeak.”

uh? no!

Grace may be trying to help me, but Juul thinks I’m using Dragonia’s magic to speak the language of another demi-human. If they find out that I’m using a language without Dragonian magic, I can’t take it or leave it out!

“Wait──!”

“What do you mean? I understand that my slave can speak the languages of other demi-humans through Dragonian magic. I’ve never even heard of the term ‘shoes.’”

No no no no no no!

Now my heart stopped pounding and began to beat like a roar.

In addition to hemiplegia, I also suffered a heart attack!

“It is the language of God. It is the language of the thirteen servants, and once mastered, it is the power to communicate with beasts, dragons, and plants.”

It’s a bit long-winded, but it’s something I’ve already heard before.

But other people don’t like that, so no one is quick to say anything about Grace’s meaningful words.

It’s the same as when I caught the watchman’s attention.

···Could it be that Grace has helped me since we first met?

“Your slave can communicate with servants and is one of the few mediums that can receive oracles from Maal, the creator god, at the same time as the dragon.”

“””───────?!”””

────You didn’t say that to me?!

“······What does that mean?”

“Your slave is not so worthless that you do not need to claim compensation.”

It’s clear that you’re lying because of me.

The Dragonia of the Magic Tower are fair and fair, and the Magic Tower is a place that cares a lot about its external image.

Grace is using those laws and beliefs as a shield to help me! That’s not a shield, it’s a double-edged sword! If it is revealed that it is false, it is certain that he will be severely punished. Even though it was Amor’s request, it went too far!

The reason I was able to come to this world in the first place was because of the devil’s help. I was fooled by Grace’s bragging and couldn’t even hear people’s breathing.

“If you sell this slave to me, I am willing to purchase it for 400,000 gillings and pay sufficient compensation to the Union Alliance.”

One thousand gold coins.

Even as an outsider, it was a ridiculous thing to hear.

“If it were normal, I would have given you a million gilling. If you wish, I will purchase it with the Coin of Horus.”

Thanks to Grace, I was out of breath.

I appreciate your help, but why are you letting me fly?! If you do this, you might end up being trafficked later!

“······That’s right?”

Yusria’s eyes widened.

“We cannot compensate for such exorbitant prices!”

“Then there is no reason for me to keep you alive.”

“······.”

“If you don’t accept the outcome of the trial, then I will rip you out, one by one, starting from the bottom.”

Juul, holding me, heads somewhere.

“Executor! We may have committed a mistake, but that slave pointed his weapon at the executioner – the royal family! We must evacuate!”

—royalty.

I heard you have a high nose for some reason.

That’s right, I wondered what they could believe and show off to Juul like that. But what on earth does this person believe and show off in front of the royal family?

“If I leave it to you, it looks like someone will be killed, so I will take it myself. I will take you to Ymir’s tomb within a week after the rainy season ends, so tell the consul.”

It seems that Juul is a monster that even the royal family must bow to. Wasn’t Juul also called the White King to begin with?

“But───.”

“If that guy is being mean, blame me.”

The security guard’s voice could no longer be heard.

The unique punishment was made with ambition. I kept my mouth shut after hearing Grace’s words, but I need to explain before I further misunderstand.

When Jules made his way through the crowd of people, he was the first to open his mouth.

“Are your wounds okay?”

“···You are more of a problem than me.”

I received assurances from Grace that I would recover.

I’ll probably be able to get up and leave as soon as this division is over. Of course I have no intention of waking up!

I guess I’ll have to pretend I’m crippled until the trial is over.

It was very annoying, but considering it was an effort to make Yusria a bitch at the trial, it was worth it.

Of course, I couldn’t let Juul stay in tears.

“Can you give me your ear?”

After a moment of silence, Jules lifted his ear.

‘···Don’t be surprised. ‘This can be treated.’

Jules flinched.

“···What?”

‘I deliberately didn’t treat him in order to make the conversation more favorable. Dragonia helped me.’

After I finished speaking, silence fell.

What broke the silence was Jules’ deep sigh.

“······You always surprise me.”

The sigh soon began to turn into quiet laughter accompanied by a snickering sound. As Juul laughed, my arms were shaking and I felt anxious.

“···What happened to people’s skins?”

“I saved them all. First of all, I missed two of them and killed four of them. I dragged the three of them. There was also a goblin, and when he saw me he jumped off the cliff.”

“What did you do to commit suicide?”

Jules laughed.

“When we made eye contact, he started urinating. I took a step back and jumped down.”

“······.”

What on earth are you doing?

Finding it in the first place is itself a miracle. These are the guys who erase odors with magic tools without leaving behind any traces. A ranger who hunts people, not a hunter who hunts animals. Leaving no trace is probably the most basic of all.

By tracking down someone like that, they caused damage that was close to annihilation in just two days? Of course, it is true that movement speed slows down from the perspective of erasing traces and acting, but it can also be said that discovery is slowed because there are no traces.

“How did you find it?”

“I tracked it. I headed towards the place where their scent came from.”

It’s impossible.

“It’s a place where mud is spread all over the body and traces are erased with magic tools. There would be no trace left.”

“Hmph, even if you do, you can’t fool my nose.”

“You use Dragonia’s perfume.”

According to the tester, he couldn’t detect it even with his sense of smell. In other words, tracking by smell makes no sense.

“Well? I guess I forgot to write it. There was a strange smell left around.”

Edeline said they had been brainwashed into the habit.

You can forget procedures, but you cannot forget habits. I vaguely came to the conclusion that it was thanks to the ‘ancestor god’s protection’ bestowed on Juul.

“Let go…! Let go, you bastards!!!”

“Sister! Calm down!!”

“The opponent is the magistrate…”

Elysia’s moans took all my thoughts away.

Did they find this one too?

“···What are you guys doing?”

“Jwiyul! Yunaira’s bastards are your slaves— What? What happened?!”

Jules just shrugged.

“I said I would take him personally and sent him back.”

“You don’t like that kind of thing.”

“They tried to beat the kid to death before he could be judged by the consul. I broke the armor and chased him away.”

“···What?! You beat a patient?!”

Jules gently placed me on the bed.

“The investigation is concluded. Summon people to the conference room.”

*

Sometimes in life, you experience things you never imagined. But I never thought I would experience something like this.

“How are you feeling?”

“It’s the worst.”

Grace took my hand and gave me something.

It’s a cup.

“It is water diluted with Amor’s blood. If you drink it, you will recover.”

I drank the water Grace gave me and rubbed my toes. Moves well. The sense of the end is also clear. ···I’m glad. I was worried that I would have to live like this for the rest of my life.

“Was I such a great person?”

“Correct [No.]”

“······.”

I guess I’m not that great of a person.

It seems like a joke because of the duality. I am both fortunate and sorry. When I look at Grace, she looks down at me with a stare, not a stare. Since there are listening ears around, it seems like magic was used.

“The language you speak is Newspeak. [It was my mistake. The language you speak is not news.]”

“·····Is that so?”

“Yes. You have been chosen by one of the thirteen servants. [Newswords can only be notified unilaterally.]”

In other words, God only provides one-sided notification and does not communicate with creatures. But in my case, I can have a conversation with the other person.

Of course, I am not God, but aren’t my words greater? Because mutual communication is possible.

“If you devote yourself to practicing Newspeak, you will soon be able to communicate with the world. [You can chat with any person. It resembles a Newspeak, but it is something other than a Newspeak.]”

Well, whatever.

There is no way I could become such a high person.

“May Maal’s blessings be with you. [This is a language I don’t understand.]”

I don’t think anyone else knows what Grace doesn’t know. It is a language that was originally given as a gift by the devil. There is no benefit to being known.

The moment it becomes known, you might be called a devil and burned at the stake.

“Thank you for your help.”

“It’s nothing special.”

There are side effects of sacred blood.

My heart didn’t ache like before, but my body was so full of energy that I started to itch. If I stand up like this, I’ll fall over again.

In my mind, I feel like I can jump as high as an Olympic athlete or do parkour right now. ······It’s like some kind of drug. In some ways, it is a dangerous drug that can make the user a Darwin Award candidate.

Be patient, be patient.

“How long should I stay like this?”

“Your metabolism is going very fast and I am controlling it. Even if you drink a lot of water and eat a heavy meal, there will be no problem with digestion, right?”

Come to think of it, I see.

When I was young, eating even a slightly heavy meal would most likely lead to diarrhea and indigestion. Of course, I’m still young.

“Yes. It goes down and comes out just fine, as if I took a digestive medicine.”

“[You will be able to walk starting tomorrow.] I think it will take two more days to fully recover.”

Of course, I am not unaware that this is an abnormal recovery speed, but it is also disappointing. Why can’t a drug that has the power to instantly reverse hemiplegia or visual impairment recover from excessive bleeding?

“Other wounds heal easily, so why does it take so long?”

“It may be that you have a constitution that does not suit my medicine, but the bleeding was so severe. Earth Mother’s protection restores what has been destroyed, but cannot restore what has been lost. [Because the current wound was spinal nerve damage, the actual wound area was small, allowing for rapid recovery.]”

There are some constitutions that are not suited to the protection of the Earth Mother God.

It may be that I was born with that type of constitution, but there is something that bothers me. That I am not a native of this world.

“I have some business to run, so I’m going out.”

“Are you preparing to revive people?”

“Yes.”

miss you.

The corpse is not as clean as in the movies. The hands and feet would be cut off, their skin peeled off, and some would be rotten.

Even if you only see scenes of people coming back to life in movies, I’ve never seen a corpse brought back to life even though it resembles a human being to some extent. I’ve never seen a person whose skin has been peeled off and rotted away brought back to life.

Even if they are revived, it is said that they come back to life rotten through the use of some strange black magic. Isn’t revival the ultimate in ridiculous magic? Of course, what is happening before my eyes makes no sense, but resuscitation makes even more sense than what is happening before my eyes.

What happens if the soul leaves?

“Would you like to observe?”

uh?

Isn’t such a great thing like a trade secret?

Do you mind if anyone sees it?

“······Is it okay for me to see it?”

“If you wish, I will cast a perception-impeding spell on you, so you are welcome to observe.”

This is a rare recommendation.

What kind of change of heart occurred? This is the first time she has asked me for my opinion other than a passive recommendation. That’s why it took so long to refuse, and I also wanted to see it in the first place, so it worked out well.

“Yes. I miss you.”