I wondered what this was going on in the middle of the night, but if I left it alone, I would only hear the low voice of the ssenger who could neither co inside the tent nor make a loud sound to be polite.
“Hero. Seriously…”
“The hero didn’t cough. I, Eselua, deliver the ssage instead. What’s going on?”
No matter how externally she was a princess in na only, she was definitely the princess of the empire. If it was a half-way issue, it would be enough to tell her, but the ssenger outside the tent hesitated greatly but did not back down.
“…Sir Ega of Eldmia said that it must be delivered directly to the hero, so this ssage was delivered by royal order. This is not an act to disrespect the princess’s authority, but it is an important matter, so please allow to deliver it directly to the hero. do.”
Funny enough, as soon as the story of Eldmia ca out, Entire and Eselua flinched, while Tennea reflexively shook Siegfried to wake him up.
As a result, the two won looked at her in silence, even more surprised by Tennea’s reaction than Siegfried’s waking up from sleep, but Tennea just looked at her instead of answering.
“What, what’s going on?”
“…Ega asked Sieg to send a ssage. Considering that he ca by order of the king, it must be sothing important.”
“Huh, to the point where I have to wake up all night? I’m worried that my sister is in such a hurry.”
He was about to fall asleep, but Siegfried quickly ca to his senses and got up from his seat.
Heading to the entrance where the ssenger was, wearing only a thick coat, he was very calm, unlike the words he had just spoken. It seems that the perception has been stuck in my head for a while, so I thought, ‘Is there anything special? He’s my younger brother.’ This is because the idea of
Until he walked through the tent and faced the ssenger, Siegfried’s thoughts had not changed, but when the ssenger facing him politely handed over the item he was wearing on his side and bowed his head, he tilted his head involuntarily.
“What else is this?”
“It’s an umbrella.”
“…No. I know it’s an umbrella, but my brother sent it? Why?”
It’s not a mystery, what is the reason for sending a black umbrella out of the blue?
“Is this a magic umbrella or sothing…?”
“I heard it’s an ordinary umbrella.”
Now I have to believe that it hints at sothing. Siegfried shrugged his shoulders and decided to neatly give up on continuing with useless speculation.
“I don’t understand. So, what’s the ssage?”
And as soon as the answer to the question I threw at it still insignificantly ca back, it was frozen.
“Nanny Mary Poppins is coming soon, so wait.”
The head, which began to turn tight to understand and accept the situation belatedly, caused cognitive dissonance and mild dizziness.
Surely there was a ti when I saw Eldmia’s projectile weapon and brought up the story of Mary Poppins. The mories of laughing while recalling the movies and mories he saw are still vivid.
But Siegfried never told what Mary Poppins ant. Rather, it was just a joke and I faked it like I saw it in the movie.
Of course, Eldmia shouldn’t have known that Mary Poppins was a nanny and that she carried a black umbrella.
“……great job.”
It was because of the warrior’s strong body that he did not stumble or show any other abnormal symptoms. However, no matter how much I tried to react as naturally as possible, I couldn’t hide the slight trembling of the hand I reached out to hold the umbrella.
Not because I was scared or anxious, but because my body couldn’t keep up with the sudden change in the situation, it was close to being surprised. Until the mont he returned to bed, lowering the tent with his umbrella in his hand and his back to the ssenger, Siegfried pondered seriously whether he was dreaming again.
A dream related to life on Earth that has plagued him ever since he t the tower builder demon tribe.
“Zeke?”
Eselua, who felt strange at the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his umbrella, spoke to him, but Siegfried couldn’t get out of his thoughts.
Computers, mobile phones, movies, public transportation, internet, and all kinds of food, clothing, and shelter.
A sip of cola that I couldn’t finish before enlisting in the military remained in my head, and in the midst of sadness and longing that was incomparable to the pain I suffered throughout the training center, I worked really hard and attached affection to this world.
I didn’t even have good feelings because I couldn’t leave a word to my family, friends, and acquaintances.
No matter how much the life as a warrior is better than the life of a livestock in modern society, the fact that he literally fell into ‘another dinsion’ was not light, and he once blad the goddess for why he was himself.
All of that has beco a story of the past, and I just made up my mind to fulfill my duty as a warrior with the feeling that I don’t know why I don’t know how to bond and love. I haven’t completely forgotten the dark feelings of resentnt of the goddess in the dinsional loneliness.
So, when the demon spat out Korean, albeit in an awkward way, Siegfried felt his heart beat involuntarily.
Emotions incomparable to the joy you feel when you go abroad to see people from the sa country where you can’t communicate properly, the anger that arises from not understanding why you’re eting as an enemy, and the flattering rumor that you can return to the earth, you say that every day is far away. harassed
As the pain grew day by day, the demons beca more and more proficient in words. It’s like getting used to a language you’re not good at after not using it for too long, or as if you’re getting better and better at a language you’re using for the first ti.
It is true that it was ntally difficult to be honest, to be tornted by endlessly preaching that he was being deceived by the goddess in a language he had beco accustod to.
It was hard enough to understand why the characters in the work were shocked when faced with a common cliché that everything they believed in might be a lie. The more he did, the more vivid his dream was, as if he were reminiscing about his past life, and he was shaken even as he tried to forcefully recall the fact that his opponent was a phantom wizard and think that all of this was nothing more than the enemy’s tricks.
However, because of Eldmia, who seems to have noticed that fact and sent an umbrella, now I can only think of one thing.
“Oh, really!! It’s disgusting!!”
“Zeke?”
Didn’t you say that if you’re dumbfounded, nothing but laughter cos out?
Suddenly, like a kaleidoscope, mories of the past flashed past, and when we ca to the conclusion that all the tackles this human had made were in fact determined, it felt like it was nothing to the demons talking in Korean.
“Ha… yes, please wait for now.”
Thanks to that, I woke up abruptly, but I didn’t feel bad.
Now that I think about it, unlike Eldmia, that demon can only speak Korean, and he has never directly ntioned a story that could be called concrete evidence.
It is true that various stories such as the earth, hotown, family, culture, etc. are thrown in to stimulate mories, but there is nothing specific. The story would have been different if I had just heard that I miss cola chicken… In many ways, it was dull.
Surprisingly, wasn’t it similar to the scamr’s scam? To the extent that I think.
I hadn’t noticed such a simple thing because I was so focused on the language.
“Shock therapy performance sure.”
Siegfried, who showed a sincere smile that he had forgotten for the last few days, threw the umbrella he was holding to the side and lay down on the bed.
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As soon as I flew to the capital in my car, I bought a drink and arrived at Mr. Valkun’s studio. I felt an indescribably guilty feeling as I saw the expression of Mr.
It was because Mr. Valkun’s expression, which had been smiling as if it would take his mouth off until he saw the wooden box filled with alcohol, turned to pieces as soon as he saw my smashed sword.
“Dae, what the hell did you do to the sword…?”
“That… Sohow…”
“Sohow, I can’t even make sothing like this!!”
While feeling a strong sense of déjà vu, he handed over the sword while barely holding on to his head, which naturally bowed in a different situation. Mr. Valkun’s expression strangely changed as he looked at the sword in vain, as if he were looking at his son who went to the battlefield and returned as a super-corpse.
“…Hmm? What?”
“Well, is it damaged to the point where it’s hard to fix?”
Outwardly, it was closer to bewildernt than despair. However, when people are suddenly shocked, you don’t know where their emotions will run, so when I spoke carefully, it was hard to find the devastatedness he had shown until now. stroking it and asked with difficulty.
“What the hell did you kill?”
“yes?”
“The core has been corrupted. It’s still changing at this mont. Even now… the circuit is rolling with sothing strange. Why is this without killing a dragon…” Working hard to return the sword to its liquid
state the last ti we saw it. Contrary to Mr. Balkun’s intention, I couldn’t say anything while looking at the sword that did not change dynamically.
From the axeman of the twisted nether to the divinity of Epaganim as well as the divine power of the evil god who tried to ride in reverse when attempting to pull the neck.
It’s a problem because there are too many guesses.
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