episode_0041

Baekryeon was not good at hiding his awkwardness. Perhaps that was why his immature side was evident even in short conversations.

“Um… I have a question for you.”

“Say it.”

The emperor gave his permission. Then Baekryeon asked the appropriate question.

“Why was I summoned here?”

The person who answered the question was Saint Neterto.

“Because the empire is in danger right now.”

The Holy Book of Neterto gave a long account of the circumstances that made it necessary to summon him.

The prophecy from the temple, the threat from the witch, and even the reason why only an otherworldly being can save them. A series of reasons were told to some extent without hiding anything.

Of course, the prophecy taught to Baekryeon was a cleverly edited version that packaged the imperial family as good.

“I see…!”

Baekryeon’s eyes sparkled. She didn’t even try to hide her swelling anticipation.

In fact, it was a reaction that could only be described as natural. An ordinary 17-year-old boy who was born and raised in the most peaceful and affluent generation since Dangun was full of things he didn’t know.

According to his common sense, high school students summoned to another world should live an easy life without the need for studying, college, or dating. Having only seen stories like that, the boy who had been worried about his high school grades was happy about the current situation.

“Building. Guide the warrior.”

“When can I start training?”

“Let me leave it to you.”

“I will accept it, Your Majesty.”

The Holy Netherto left the throne and approached the white lotus.

Wince!

Baekryeon shrugged her shoulders. She felt overwhelmed by the man’s huge physique looking down at her. She couldn’t help but compare herself to her skinny, small self.

“Follow me.”

“Ah, yes…! So…”

“This is Robel Neterto. Please call me the Holy Work of Neterto.”

“Oh, I see. Your Majesty the Holy Netherto.”

Lobel gave a short bow and turned his back as he walked ahead. Baekryeon followed behind him, following his large back.

After that, only the emperor and the sorcerer remained inside the audience chamber.

The air was heavy. A stinging silence seemed to weigh heavily on the air.

In a space filled with such an atmosphere, the sound of tongue clicking broke the murderous silence.

“Tsk, should we entrust the fate of the royal family to ‘that kind of thing’? And on top of that, they’re foreigners…!”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty… It’s my fault.”

“… No. Didn’t you lose your entire life’s magic for this one ritual? As promised, I will give you a title and a fiefdom for your descendants. ”

“Glorious words.”

The emperor issued an order to the sorcerer to banish guests. The sorcerer bowed profusely to show his respect and then quietly withdrew.

Now the last emperor left in the audience room rested his chin on the throne and bit his lip.

“Someone like that… is a warrior?”

It doesn’t fit the castle.

A body of average height with no muscle to be found. And I didn’t like his manners, his immature demeanor, and his rude manners.

According to records from previous generations, the beings of the other world were said to be extremely extraordinary.

It was written that he was not only tall and handsome, but also well-versed in many subjects, and that when he held a weapon, he showed off his power that surpassed all human beings. So, the emperor naturally expected that a great man with a different impression from the first time would be summoned.

Even to the point of forcing the absurdity of offering his wife to the most loyal of loyal subjects, the Holy See of Netherto…

But the result is this kind of child. Not only is he a foreigner who is treated as a barbarian, but he is also a black-haired and black-eyed human who is considered an ominous omen by the empire.

“Whoo!”

The emperor personally opened the door to the audience room and came out. Since all the people had left, there was no one to serve. Therefore, the emperor had to go downstairs and give orders to the servants on duty.

“Oh my, Your Majesty…!?”

“Stop.”

The emperor was the one who stopped the attendant who was shocked by the ruler’s presence with his hand. He then gave instructions calmly, trying his best to hide his feelings.

“Tell the Holy See to prepare a mask, gloves, and a wig.”

“Yes! I understand, Your Majesty!”

You have to hide it as much as you can.

One day, if he had any decent achievements, he would be declared a hero. If it was discovered that he was a black-haired, black-eyed foreigner, the empire’s prestige would plummet.

Since the public would never believe the nonsense that the hero is a human from another world, his skin color and hair color must be hidden at all costs.

… I guess it would be difficult to tell even the color of the pupils.

‘Yeah… I guess the pupils don’t matter.’

If you just get results, you can easily bury your pupils. If you just get results….

The emperor’s face was grave as he was desperate to hide his wealth.

Meanwhile, Asher’s face, which was directly observing the previous generation’s corruption, was also not bright.

“You…! Why are you opening your eyes like that? Pak!”

Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!

… Ashe was the one who was throwing punches at his distant ancestors. There was little reason for him to be reluctant about such a tremendous flight.

In the end, it was thanks to this damn ancestor that I had managed to get through several extreme situations in the mansion. I just wished that I could hit this bastard just once, even if it was just once.

“By the way… So that’s how it happened. Now I understand what Mirelda said.”

The reason Mirelda was able to hurt the butler was because she was a ‘true avenger’.

The butler entered this world because of her sacrifice, so Mirelda is the only one who is allowed to hurt him.

“But… Is he really a butler? He looks like a complete idiot…”

The disparity is too great compared to what was shown at the mansion.

One way or another, the answer was eventually pushed by the flow of time.

◇

December 1, 495 Imperial Calendar. My training grounds, the castle of Neterto.

It had been about two years since I was summoned to another world.

It’s snowing under a cloudy sky. It’s the first snowfall of the year, considerably later than usual.

Baekryeon, who was about to turn twenty, rolled around endlessly in the training ground of the castle of Neterto. He raised his sword while holding his wounded body. The tip of the sword, which was trembling, represented Baekryeon’s current position.

At that moment, Saint Neterto quickly closed the distance and swung his sword mercilessly.

Wow!

“Ouch…!”

Boom, boom, bang!

Rather than holding on, Baekryeon rolled over and swept the floor of the training ground several times. On the other hand, Neterto Seongjak showed off his extremely neat appearance. It was almost like a one-sided beating.

“… Up to here.”

“Thank you…”

“…”

Shake!

Neterto threw down the sword he was holding and left without any hesitation.

I was getting really annoyed looking at that pathetic piece of shit every day.

“This is useless. It seems like you’re more afraid of attacking people than of getting hit…”

There have been many changes in the meantime.

Among them, the most noticeable change would have to be his physique and strength. Perhaps because he is in his growth period, he has changed so much compared to when we first met. Whenever I noticed this change, my heart would sink.

But when he started teaching swordsmanship in earnest, he had no choice but to completely overturn his previously positive evaluation.

Baekryeon was a child who was no different from a plant when it came to holding a sword.

I can’t seem to get rid of the habit of flinching every time I swing my sword, worried that I might hurt my opponent.

They are so reluctant to hurt people… no, life, that they can’t even hunt properly.

I still vividly remember the way he lowered his head when I sarcastically asked him how he usually eats meat.

“Just to call something like that, Mirelda…”

His grip tightened. His fingernails dug into the calluses, opening the wounds.

… Mirelda Neterto was not originally destined to die.

The Emperor wished for her death, but the Holy See never wished for it. So he even condoned the act of deliberately stealing a note containing the plan to kill her.

Mirelda was a skilled swordsman. As the daughter of a Viscount who assisted the Margrave, she had more than enough talent.

In this situation, Seongjak personally led the way. It is impossible to even deal with mediocre weapons.

Since he knew this better than anyone, he sent a common assassin. The usual Mirelda would have easily defeated the assassin. After that, he wanted her to spread the word far and wide that she herself had been threatened with assassination.

As the rumor spread, the Emperor would have become more worried. At this time, Seongjak planned to personally appease the Emperor and induce him to give up his plan to summon the warrior.

“Why on earth… why did you die? Mirelda…”

For some unknown reason, all plans went awry. Mirelda met her end with a stab in the chest by a mere savage assassin.

It felt like the sky was falling down, but I could never show it. Also, I thought that in order to not make Mirelda’s death in vain, it would be better to offer up her body to summon the warrior.

“How unfair…”

With just that level of skill, he can’t even keep up with the seventy-two current top-tier artists.

The fact that I sacrificed my companion for a human who could be replaced by a single piece of art was so disgusting and disgusting.

“… At least it might be better to give them some practice so they get used to killing.”

◇

There were still white lotuses left in the training ground.

The training suit and black gloves covering the entire body were visually suffocating. The mask, which was thick and thick, was the finishing touch to that visual burden. The wig, which featured soft brown hair, was perfect.

“You’re working hard.”

The man spoke to Baekryeon, who was sitting down.

“Your Majesty Ladem.”

“Is it only been three days? I must be busy with work.”

Unusually, Lord Radem was a vassal of the same title, Lord Neterto.

It is not surprising, they say. There was an implicit hierarchy even among the same concubines, and the Concubine of Neterto was the best of them all and the brightest star in the empire.

Because he was that kind of person, the same Sungjak would have volunteered to be his aide.

“Mr. Neterto has strange feelings for you. He’s not usually like that, so I wonder why he’s acting like that?”

“I guess it’s because I’m… frustrated.”

“Because you can’t hit people?”

“… Maybe.”

Over the past two years, Baekryeon has come to realize how foolish her past self was.

The excitement over being called a warrior only lasted for the first week.

It seems like only yesterday that I was given a mask and wig and told to wear them at all times as they were secret weapons and a secret weapon. And I was so taken in by those words that I took the initiative to wear them.

But as I started training, I felt something was strange.

The routine of waking up at dawn and going to bed close to midnight began. No rest was allowed, even though my lungs felt like they were going to burst. No matter how many times I threw up, I was forced to undergo training that was close to overwork at every moment.

There were times when I cried and begged for a break. Of course, it was not accepted.

Only then did I realize how comfortable the world I used to live in was. Worrying about things like high school grades was actually the greatest luxury I could afford.

… Still, I tried to find the positive side of my difficult daily life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to survive tomorrow.

So, I just held on, looking at the one advantage that my body was changing every day.

But when Seongjak started taking swordsmanship classes, all of his self-imposed values were shattered.

In the work, the protagonist who was summoned to another world fights people very simply, and sometimes even kills them.

When I watched the protagonist’s journey through my smartphone, it seemed really easy.

… but the reality was quite the opposite.

He finds it difficult to even carelessly point a knife at an animal, let alone a person. As soon as he becomes the subject of killing or wounding someone directly, his mind turns white.

I don’t understand how people can hit people so carelessly. It really doesn’t make sense.

Foolishly, I realized it too late. The creation was just a creation.

“If I do better…I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“… Yeah.”

Radem Seongjak taps me on the shoulder and leaves.

Baekryeon looked around the training grounds, then confirmed that she was alone and took off her mask.

His face, drenched in sweat, quickly cooled as the cold wind blew by.

Baekryeon crouched down and quietly muttered.

“I want to go back… home.”

I miss the school where we were all friendly with each other without the usual fist fights. The image of the small room where I used to read webtoons on a soft bed before going to bed is now becoming more and more vague.

“What should I do…I can’t remember my family’s faces…”

I guess it’s because I’m stupid.

You’re such a fool that you know that you have to hurt people to survive, but you can’t put it into practice.

It’s so stupid and tactless.

“…”

Asher silently watched the boy who was increasingly resembling the butler she had seen at the mansion.