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Gelton seemed to know the answer I wanted.

No, I knew exactly.

Considering his reactions, actions, and words he spoke, it seemed as if he had already known about this situation.

However, he gave me a hint, not an answer.

I don’t know if there were any restrictions or if there was something more, but I was at least certain that he was trying to help me.

If it wasn’t for that, they wouldn’t have given me those words or help.

‘I said I might be able to find out if I go to District 4.’

Does this mean that if you go to Area 4, you can find out the whereabouts of the missing bard?

Or whether it meant something else was equally unknown.

It’s not clear what’s in Area 4 that makes you want to go here.

I headed to Area 4 without hesitation and was able to get there.

When you arrive at District 4, what you see are somewhat old buildings.

However, I heard a sweeter singing voice than when I first arrived at the artists’ village.

A singing voice that somehow seems to contain resentment.

I walked calmly, following the sound of the song, and saw a woman singing there.

There was an elderly woman whose face showed traces of time, but somehow made me think she was beautiful.

The woman stopped singing, looked exactly in the direction I was in, and spoke.

“You came.”

As if he knew I would come in advance.

At this point, I began to suspect that there might be a means of communication that I was not aware of.

“Did you know I would come?”

“The bard has more special abilities than you think. There are some restrictions, though.”

He says that and lets out a light smile.

I looked at that and thought.

What on earth are these beings called bards?

Now it was difficult to say that I knew anything about them anymore.

That’s why I keep experiencing things that are different from what I expected.

I spoke while suppressing a sigh that was building up.

“Do you know what I want to ask?”

“I know. Isn’t this a story about a paladin?”

I know it so well that it gives me goosebumps.

At this point, one becomes curious about the identity of the god of music they worship.

It was safe to say that this was just an ability close to precognition.

‘What kind of god would give this kind of ability to a mere human being?’

When I think about myself, Arien, and Llewen, who received the power of the Goddess of Light, it didn’t seem particularly impossible.

Although others may not know much about him, if he is the god of music, there will be a considerable amount of recognition and followers among those related to the arts.

‘And just look at these abilities.’

This was the part that showed how high a god he was.

But even so, doubts about the bard still remained.

“What on earth are you?”

It’s so different from the bards I know.

Of course, I only heard it through rumors, so anything that was different from what I knew was closer to established fact.

There was a limit to that too.

This is not just a bard, but a prophet.

It was a level worthy of being called that.

No matter how much I think about it, I question the truth that I cannot understand.

The woman answers.

“What do you think a bard is?”

“Those who spread the story of a hero’s life by making it into a song.”

The woman lets out a faint laugh.

“That’s right. Minstrels feel and understand the lives of heroes and turn them into songs. But you know what? A bard is a teller of stories, but he is also a story-rememberer. And I just remember the story. Thanks to our God.”

It was a vague statement whose meaning was unknown.

However, the woman smiled again instead of speaking, as if she would not answer any further than that.

“… I understand first.”

When I tried to grab him and ask him what he was, I didn’t get the answer I wanted. What’s important right now is the whereabouts of Ares and those guys.

“Then, the location of the paladin. Do you know where that place is?”

“I know the answer to that. It’s quite close to here. You’ll be halfway out of here on the way to Letlin City. My son will be there too.”

I couldn’t help but be momentarily shocked by the woman’s words.

This means that her son was also kidnapped, but the woman looked surprisingly calm and calm.

This was something I really couldn’t understand.

“Aren’t you angry that your son was kidnapped?”

“Because that is my destiny. Also, I believe in him. This is a child who will do well.”

“Ha… ”

It’s amazing.

It’s obviously a crazy thing and shouldn’t be interfered with, but why?

I was quite angry at the attitude of the woman in front of me.

As if I had experienced it somewhere before.

This current situation felt fleetingly familiar, but it also made me angry.

“… I know it’s definitely a lie.”

It’s useless interference.

It could have been said that way.

I just need to get the information I want.

However, I also knew that it would be foolish to interfere in this situation.

Still, I wanted to talk.

“There is no such thing as a planned future. The results change at any time and variables arise. No matter how much faith and trust there is, people still harbor feelings of worry. Moreover, it doesn’t look that good when your own child has been kidnapped.”

Faith and trust are clearly important.

There are many times when I, too, believe in someone and think about trusting that person and not worrying.

But this case is different.

A precious family member has been kidnapped.

However, I cannot understand why people feel so peaceful about just one word, faith.

‘Even if you really predict the future and know that nothing will happen.’

Shouldn’t we think that that can be reversed?

There is no such thing as a fixed fate.

If there were such a thing, what would be the meaning of this world?

Also, she said it was her fate.

“Just fate.”

Of course, this is not something I would say because I was caught up in fate and had not been able to follow my path properly.

You can say it’s ridiculous, and you can tell me to pay attention to my situation.

“Is that fate more important than the safety of the family?’

But I am.

At least I didn’t have to worry about my precious family being kidnapped by someone and the word “fate.”

“There may be circumstances that I am not aware of. No, it certainly will.”

It was not difficult to determine that the woman in front of me was not such a bad person.

I realized that the woman in front of me was not bad enough to abandon her family.

There must have been some circumstances, and it was probably a fate she had spoken of that would be difficult to break.

“What I say without even knowing anything may sound meaningless. You may not like the sight of someone you don’t know preaching while making nonsense.”

Such a fate may not be as easy to address as I thought.

But still, the reason I wanted to say this was because of the resignation seen in her eyes.

It was as if he had given up.

I couldn’t wait to see it.

“Don’t give up. I don’t know your fate, but I want to tell you not to give up. Be it fate or anything else, there is nothing absolute in this world.”

After saying that, I started walking straight away.

I thought as I headed toward the location the woman had mentioned.

I don’t know what women will think of my words.

You may feel angry or irritated.

I understand.

I would have thought so too.

However, it’s okay for her to hate me, so please, I didn’t want her to give up.

***

The female Gaina could not help but smile as she looked at the back of the hero leaving.

“As expected, you are the same as before and now. Hero… ”

It shines every time you look at it.

How can a person shine like that?

It certainly seemed like he was angry, but in fact, there was concern in it.

There was a warm feeling inside.

However, Gaina did not know that the reason she spoke sharply was because she wanted those words to be engraved in her mind, even if it was because she disliked herself.

‘That aspect is the same now as it was then.’

Always act for others rather than yourself, and move for the sake of others.

Does this mean that no matter how much things change, the true essence of a person never goes away?

Gaina couldn’t help but laugh at the humanity that seemed to be made of light.

“Hero. You told me not to give up.”

In fact, she didn’t give up anything.

There was no resignation whatsoever.

She just believed.

“Just like you always did.”

The fact that the hero will save us once again.

This time, not himself, but his son.