Chapter 346 - [22nd Round] Pretending to Be Cute!
“213 years ago, I, Righteous Hero Kang Han Soo, and my dummies, Sword Princess, Sword King, Sage, rcenary King, Elf Queen, set out to storm Demon Lord Pedonar’s castle. After losing the Saintess and many other comrades, we finally reached the decisive battle! The Great Demon D, along with his subordinates, blocked our path. At that mont, Sword King Alex recklessly shouted, ‘Go forth! I will catch up with you after I’m done with them!\'”
“He died?”
“I think he died.”
… Telling a story wasn’t fun if the audience anticipated the course of events.
“Right. The arrogant and self-confident Sword King Alex was left behind with allied forces. However, he died while trying to stop the Great Demon D. Having dealt with the enemies, I went back to check the Sword King Alex and found him dying. I gave him a quick death. He remained forever in the heart of the Righteous Hero as soone who helped destroy Demon Lord Pedonar!”
“Wow!”
“Incredible!”
I sat on a bench by the lake and told my twins, sitting on either side of , stories from my first round.
In hindsight, I could say that the 200 years from the 2nd round to the present were spent collecting debts.
My character and personality were ford in my first ten years in Fantasy, and it was finalized after I t Master Mollan.
Now…
I was the father of two daughters who didn’t look like .
They were different from my son Haris, whom the Sword Princess raised as a future knight.
“… Strength isn’t everything.”
“Hmm?”
“What?”
“Haha! Next ti, I’ll tell you why strength isn’t everything. The story of the rmaid Aqua, who was only interested in strong males… You’ll learn more next ti.”
Although they defeated young Noebius, they weren’t that strong.
They were 160 years old.
That made them almost ten tis older than their brother Haris.
However, there was no significant difference in sheer combat power. The reason Selenis and Selvenus were so much stronger was that they possessed divine powers.
If my son Haris, whose spine resembled mine, could break out of the cycle of eternal regression, then in 100 years, he would be able to catch up… No, on second thought, that was impossible.
No matter how hard I thought about it, I didn’t know how to counter Retribution.
Which god gave my innocent children a red button that would launch nuclear missiles?
“Selenis, Selvenus.”
“Ah?”
“Yes?”
“Great power does not co with great responsibility. Nobody can force you to take responsibility. Great power cos with fear. If there is soone stronger than in the universe, they can take everything I hold dear. Living without that fear is real happiness. However, the day might co when I’d be deprived of it.”
“That’s complicated.”
“That’s unclear.”
“Haha! You don’t need to understand.”
I needed to be strong for them.
I had to give these children a world in which they wouldn’t need to be strong themselves.
This would be my last work before retirent.
“Dinner is ready~”
I heard Thalea’s voice.
My daughters imdiately ran to her, and I asked, looking at the heavens:
“What’s the deal with Lanuvel?”
“She’s not here. Neither are other threats,” Hanjo replied as she descended.
All this ti, I thought Lanuvel, pretending to be cute and deceiving good heroes and locals, was hiding out here sowhere, but I was thinking too narrowly.
She had already escaped from the Fantasy dinsion.
So she could have escaped from here too.
Maybe she was already sowhere in space.
“She can’t wander around because there are interns everywhere.”
That was the reason why my cowardly wife organized the “Festival of Interns,” generously showering them with rewards.
It was all to find Lanuvel.
Currently, outside the cities, trainees with shovels in their hands created ‘extre conditions.’
In other words, there was nowhere for her to hide.
But if she still hadn’t escaped…
“Lanuvel has no choice but to hide in the floating city of angels.”
“Perhaps. Hanjo, search all the angel cities for my arrival.”
“What will the Demon Lord do?”
“Dinner.”
“…”
“If you’re envious, you can catch yourself a good rooster and marry him.”
“Um… I’m fine.”
Fshuh!
Hanjo spread her wings nervously and flew high into the sky.
“Well…”
I haven’t rested for a long ti.
***
I decided to quietly escape at dawn.
Thalea had hoped to be with longer, but now wasn’t the right ti.
I could lose everything.
If Fantasy’s ownership were passed to Mollansoft, Ssosiel and I, who maintained it, would forever remain attached to it with no way to escape.
Shadow A jumped out of the shadows, covered with nothing but a blanket over her underwear.
“Sir Hero, Elfheim would like to speak to you.”
“Where is he?”
“At the lake.”
“Okay.”
Constricting space, I found myself behind the wall of the house, then by the lake, where I saw Elfheim walking along the shore.
“Oh! You’re really fast, Hero. If you were a murderer, I would already be dead. Haha!”
“Yes, very funny. What did you want to tell ?”
“I doubt the Hero ca to the Festival planet just to see his daughters. There must be so special reason.”
“That’s right,” I answered honestly.
Maybe I could label him as my second father-in-law after Pedonar.
Although it was ironic that I had all of my children with won whom I wasn’t married to.
Sword Princess Kaisa and Elf Thalea.
Ssosiel, my actual wife, was the only one who hadn’t given birth to my children.
Elfheim, walking side by side with Shadow A, stopped and stared at the lake.
“Festival is ho to First Angel Parmael. She’s slightly different from Demon Lord Pedonar, who migrated to the planet Fantasy. Parmael nurtured her people and followers since ancient tis, and she ordered the angels to guide people to the path of adventurism. But soon, this planet beca insufficient for the dramatically increasing number of adventurers.
“And?”
I still couldn’t see the Elf King’s point, so I decided to listen a little more.
“Parmael, deciding that there was nothing left here in Festival that the adventurers could explore, turned her gaze to another planet suitable for human life.”
“Fantasy.”
“Yes. Parmael beca acquainted with Pedonar, the local guardian deity, and, having received permission from him, sent thousands of adventurers to that planet.”
“And that was the beginning of disaster.”
The adventurers killed my mother-in-law, Fantasy, the spirit of the planet, causing Pedonar and Parmael to fall out.
I knew very well what happened after that.
Parmael orchestrated an assault on Demon Lord Pedonar, dispatching so of her most distinguished warriors among the adventurers she raised.
And Fugitive Senior, who defeated Pedonar, was hailed as “The First Hero.”
“Did you already know about this, Hero?”
“Didn’t Shadow A tell you?”
“She did. You married the Demon Lord’s daughter, right? But my daughter ca before her.”
“This is so kind of scam.”
If a royal elf got pregnant at least once every 1000 years, it was already considered a success, but Thalea succeeded in just one night!
Nonsense.
“That’s just how the world works.”
“Forget about it. You wanted to tell the information you’ve collected over 200 years?”
“Yes. Therefore, I will not waste the Hero’s precious ti telling what he already knows.”
“Great.”
The expert Shakespeare knew how to conduct a dialogue, and the third Elf King wasn’t any different.
… Except for his pathetic hobby.
“Let’s go back to the roots. Having settled on the planet, Pedonar and Parmael pursued the sa goal. They wanted to conquer the world and wanted everything it had to offer for themselves. It all started with such a childish idea. However, preparing to rule over it, they went their separate ways. Pedonar increased the number of his subjects by raising an army. On the other hand, Parmael increased the number of her subjects by gathering adventurers. Isn’t it weird that she went with that path?”
“Indeed…”
If one wanted to conquer the world, they would need to collect an army.
Why would they need adventurers?
No matter how many there were, they were just thieves digging through tombs and ruins.
They wouldn’t be able to appease the people of a defeated nation.
If criminals stated that they had established the rule of law, who would believe them and follow them? Earth’s history was the perfect example of this.
In other words, there was sothing else involved.
“Therefore, I ca to the conclusion that soone hamred this idea into Parmael, who at the ti was like an innocent child.”
“Adventurers can do whatever they want.”
“Yes. Adventurers are those who love, well, adventures. Soone who admires the spirit of adventurism influenced First Angel Parmael…”
“Lanuvel!”
That was the first na that ca to my mind.
She always muttered about “adventure.” It always ca down to adventure.
An adventure to find friendship, adventure to find love, adventure to build strength, adventure to strengthen bonds, adventure to generate inco…
Conquest was also an adventure.
Elfheim continued, “My full na is Elfheim Kahn Lanuberk. Elfheim is the na given to by the second Elf King. Kahn is a title passed down to the leaders of the Southern Continent’s elves from generation to generation. Lanuberk is the surna I received from the Holy Empire’s ruling family when they adopted .”
“The Holy Empire… Parmael’s grandson, Richel, was also the bearer of their blood.”
“That’s not just a coincidence. For nearly 200 years, I have been collecting information scattered across the Festival planet about ancient tis while pretending to peep on the breasts of both human and angel races’ females.
“Oh really?”
He didn’t pretend but really peeped, combining business with pleasure.
“Lanuvel is “truth” in the ancient language. Lanuberk is an ancient word that ans “one who preaches the truth.” Even in the foundational myths passed down from generation to generation among the Lanuberk imperial family, there are records that God descended from heaven to earth to spread the truth. Putting all those information together like puzzle pieces, it began to make sense. The angels also had a deity who taught them the truth about adventure.”
“Stop! That ans…”
Oh! My God!
I felt admiration for Elfheim as I looked at him, gently rubbing Shadow A’s chest.
How did he co to such a terrifying conclusion?
His amazing deductive ability gave goosebumps.
“Therefore, archaeologist Lanuvel should be known as sothing else.”
“The Goddess of Fake Cuteness.”
“… Huh?”
“Am I wrong?”
Judging by his confused expression, it wasn’t the answer he was expecting.
Elfheim corrected .
“The Goddess of Adventure.”
That was the na of the most annoying deity in the universe.
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