< Chapter 94 The Establishnt of the True Harashin >
Greetings, O Great Being!
Daltasian said, repeatedly bowing his head.
Why are you acting like this.
Was this character always like this?
I dont think so?
-Id love to see the face of that goddamn God. I wish I could smack him with the handle of a sword. Now that were on the subject, why not offer a prayer? Show off that proud display in front of these dead people.
The Daltasian I knew was a character who spoke like a blunt, rough wandering rcenary.
But what?
O deity?
Greetings, O Great Being?
What, did you change jobs to a paladin?
And youre calling what, a God?
I guess I am a God.
An idiot, a fool, a moron, a fake, a real Harashin.
None of them were the kind of Gods to be praised.
Moreover, what I just used was black magic.
With my current state of the right arm, I had the look of soone who could be believed to be a grandfather of black magic.
In other words.
Our current dungeon guide is bowing to a black mage, seeing him as a great person.
It was concerning, the ntal state of our dungeon guide after experiencing such an extre situation.
Well, anyway.
It was not a bad situation for .
It was more comfortable to have a conversation in this state than if he were afraid or hostile towards for being a black mage.
A bolt from the blue.
The series of events that Daltasian experienced could aptly be described that way.
Suddenly being attacked by a direct master of Harashin, having his face stolen, and nearly eting his death.
It wouldnt be strange if he beca a wreck due to trauma.
But I cant allow that.
The idea that a hero with a comndable spirit like Daltasian could be broken.
In a world filled with all sorts of dangers and villains, seeing a happy ending is a global loss for .
I opened my mouth to restore our Daltasians frayed ntal state back to a strong one.
Do not bow your head to the shadows, for your right foot walks the path of righteousness.
In other words, speaking in an unnecessarily verbose and obscure chuunibyou manner.
* * *
After finishing his tale, the mysterious figure took a step back and threw himself into the darkness of the room, curtained off from any light.
The formidable presence of the strange being seed to lt into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.
And so, Daltasian was left alone in the place.
What in the world
It still felt like he was dreaming.
He thought he was about to die, helplessly attacked by a direct master of Harashin, when suddenly a transcendent being appeared and saved him.
And this being was none other than an assassin. At the sa ti, a black mage.
He was the true leader of Harashin.
The assassins we knew Harashin, they were the fake Harashin?
Daltasian still couldnt fully grasp the story told by the true leader of Harashin, the right arm.
Yet, there was one thing he could be sure of.
LagadiereasEgonoeireas
Daltasian repeated the words that the right arm had chanted like a spell.
From a place unseen.
From a place untouchable.
* * *
After informing Daltasian of the history of the true and false Harashin, Ceylon said:
The Harashin known to the public, who reveal themselves and commit wrongdoings, are the corrupted Harashin.
Those, the corrupted Harashin who committed these wrongdoings, will be corrected by us, the true Harashin.
So, fear nothing.
If you, as a hero, walk the righteous path, we, the true Harashin, will protect you.
According to Ceylons expression, it was in a manner unnecessarily verbose and grandiose, like that of a chuunibyou, in the words of the right arm.
Perhaps because of that.
Ceylons words were misunderstood.
They were conveyed to Daltasian in a form different from the intention.
Daltasian interpreted the right arms words as follows:
[Darkness has now covered this world]
[Our true Harashin will rightfully dispel that darkness]
[Thus, hero, do not fear the darkness]
[Those who walk the path of dispelling darkness]
[You, too, are a true Harashin walking the sa path as us]
Clutching.
Daltasian clenched his fist.
The transcendent being who saved him had acknowledged him.
As a hero.
As one of their kind.
With a face soaked in exhilaration, Daltasian repeated the words once more.
Lagadiereas, Egonoeireas.
At this mont.
A shadow that dispels darkness, a mber of the true Harashin, was born.
Furthermore.
The purpose of the true Harashin beca clearer and expanded at the sa ti.
They were no longer just the enemies of the corrupted Harashin.
They were the enemies of all darkness and evil.
The leader of the true Harashin was unaware of this developnt.
* * *
When I started the story, Daltasian had seed infinitely diminished, but by the ti the story ended, he had returned to his original state.
No, he had beco even larger than before.
Perhaps it was the light in his eyes that had beco clearer.
It seed to be evidence that his broken spirit had been nded, returning him to his heroic self.
Incredible.
Not only had his dying body been revived, but his spirit had been restored as well.
Honestly, even if Hua Tuo and the Pope joined hands, they couldnt have done this.
Is it really correct to call a black mage who achieved this?
Im not asking to be called a white mage, but at least call a grey mage.
From Daltasians body, very faintly.
Very, very faintly, the aura of black magic was concerning.
But this faintness was sothing only I could sense, so it must surely be alright.
Huh?
As if to agree with my thoughts.
[Achievent cleared!]
Just then, a window popped up.
* * *
[Hey, to progress the quest, you need to clear the Dawn Witnessed achievent.]
[How do you clear this?]
[Search for dawn on the internet lol]
[Ffs]
[Im trying to help, but is the witnessed BORN or BONE?]
[SEE, dammit, SEE]
[So, is it the dawn thats seen?]
[Sorry, but witnessed in English is copy, I just looked it up]
[Wouldnt SAW be more appropriate?]
[Oh, you know Chainsaw Man, huh?]
[Just screw off, assholes]
[Why should we? Lol, why should we follow your orders?]
[Dont wanna screw off? Lol, I wont leave and will tell you lol]
[You gotta create a guild and recruit at least one NPC with Level 40 or above and Alignnt: Good or higher]
[When the number of NPCs recruited in there exceeds a certain number, it leads to the Dawning achievent]
[Its an essential achievent to enter the happy ending route]
[Oh, and when creating the guild, you have to set the guilds purpose to Great Achievent]
[Now that I say dont tell , you guys are all eager to spill the beans]
[But in the guilds purpose settings, there are only three options: Power, Wealth, and Honor, how do you set it to Great Achievent?]
[How do you set it?]
[Ah, that lol]
[Well, the thing is]
[Am I losing my mind, really?]
* * *
[Achievent cleared!]
[Achievent: Witnessed the Dawn]
Hmm?
A window popped up in front of my eyes.
Whats this? Did it appear because I helped Daltasian?
Just like when I dealt with that Ledar guy, this achievent-
I really dont understand what its for.
It doesnt tell the conditions for clearing it or the reason.
Nor does it give any rewards.
Could it be?
Sothing occurred to .
Just before this achievent window appeared.
I had helped Daltasian.
And Daltasian was a hero who had a positive impact on the world.
From what I could infer through him.
Perhaps this achievent clearing is a chanism that indirectly informs that my actions have had a positive impact on the world.
Or so I thought, since I couldnt think of anything else at the mont.
Isnt that good enough?
-Creak
With that thought, I returned to the place where I had tied up Tangled Hair Munye, imitating Daltasian.
A deserted basent in a back alley I had checked out in advance for such situations.
There, Munye was waiting for , kneeling down.
He was bound by the darkness that filled the place.
Black magic. Shadow binding.
You what kind of person are you
Munye, with a very small stature that wouldnt be noticeable even if he wore any mask or clothes inside out, scowled and glared at .
Munyes appearance seed like a boy, yet also like a girl.
At the sa ti, like a child and also like an adult.
The voice was the sa.
I crossed my legs and sat down opposite him.
There was no chair, but the darkness materialized and supported my body.
How about we play a ga? A question and answer ga. I ask questions, and you answer without a single lie.
Munye pondered my words before saying.
If you promise to spare my life, Ill answer all your questions.
Ha ha, releasing soone like you back into the world- wouldnt that be reason enough to be incarcerated in the deepest pits of hell?
Youre not the type to care about that, are you?
Why would you think that?
Why would I think? Co on, black mage. I know how your kind gains power. The attention you receive from the demons you worship, the size of that attention, becos the size of the power you hold. And I know the ways to gain that attention from those demons.
Munye looked at with a mischievous sneer, as if he knew it all.
To receive as much affection from a demon as you do, what kind of deeds must one do? Cant even imagine, right? So, lets stop playing coy.
All I did was clickety-clack and wow, amazing traits- thats all.
Clickety-clack? Traits? Whats that?
You wouldnt understand even if I told you.
Is that so? Then try to explain it to in a way I can understand.
Well, it doesnt look like youll enjoy what cos next. Especially since youve been quite cruel to my friend.
Is that so? Then theres no helping it.
Grinning.
Munye flashed a mischievous smile.
Was he hiding a trump card?
Go to the underworld first and wait there. Youll be joining your mother and father you lost in childhood, and while youre at it, the skin of a half-brother born secretly by your mother, who was a prostitute. Farewell, black mage.
In an instant, as Munye finished speaking, blood poured from every orifice on his face.
He died instantly.
Munyes hidden trump card.
It was nothing other than a curse and a forced shutdown.
What in the world!
I was shivering with the overwhelming ability to exchange blows when it happened.
This is!
The aura of black magic.
I hastily put on my mask.
I surrounded myself with darkness.
And the mont I beca the right arm mode-
-Crack
The body of Munye, whose thread had been cut, started to move unnaturally.
His eyes flashed open and he stared at .
His pupils turned into windows.
Beyond them, soone was watching .
That soone spoke through Munyes mouth.
-It was you. The thief who stole from the one we revere.
The owner of that voice.
I instinctively realized.
The entity Munye served.
One of the eight arms of Harashin-
Specifically, the Harvesting Arm.
An enemy that must be defeated to see the happy ending.
For soone like , who wasnt very knowledgeable about the ga, following the storyline was the only way to track down such an enemy.
And now, that enemy.
Had revealed itself in front of .
Sohow, using the power of black magic, even though hes the leader of an assassin group.
That gave a mont of confusion.
And then, a great deal of satisfaction.
I opened my eyes as wide as I could within my mask.
Level: 100
!
In the dark basent, where only a faint light leaked in from outside.
The previous darkness in the place felt bright compared to the pitch black that now descended.
Within that pitch black, the Harvesting Arm and I faced each other.
He looked exactly like the one I had seen in a photo on a community site.
An old man resembling an aged spider with only two legs left.
Originally, he must have planned to show off his power through the toy nad Munye and assert his superiority.
But now, he found himself in the opposite situation.
I grabbed the hair of the one hiding beyond the window, forcefully pulling him out, while marking him as a target.
You corrupted soul. Now I see you. Now I feel you.
It wasnt just talk; it was real.
If he wasnt so damn far away, I would have mounted a horse and rushed there right away if it was a distance of a day or two.
How did this happen!
The flustered Harvesting Arm.
I spoke to him.
You who have forsaken your duty and beco depraved spirits. Our true Harashin has returned. To correct the mistake that is you.
I thanked him for appearing before .
And said I would visit him soon with a gift.
* * *
Two days after the tumultuous incident involving Daltasians nudity.
Phibian and I t at a different cafe than before.
Are those the people?
Phibian pointed to those standing behind .
Hehehe
A bald man smiling sycophantically in the presence of the nobilitys grandeur.
An elf woman trying to act fine despite feeling intimidated.
And Daltasian, whose eyes were excessively sparkling.
It was Daltasians party.
Yes. As far as I know, they are the most suitable people within Arienne to take on this task.
Phibian nodded.
Ive looked into it, and indeed, they are people you can confidently recomnd.
Haha, thats a relief.
So-
After waiting a while and Phibian not starting the conversation, I finally brought it up.
Who are those people?
I pointed to the people standing behind Phibian.
In truth, I didnt need to ask to guess their identities.
Their aura was too similar to Daltasians party.
Yes.
Like Daltasians party, they were adventurers.
Adventurers like Daltasians party, but at the sa ti different, they were wearing sothing on their forearms.
It was an armband.
An armband embroidered with the emblem of the Leolalian family, a green horse.
Ha
Phibian sighed and rubbed her forehead with her palm.
Im sorry. My mother noticed and sent support.
The top-tier adventurer party sponsored by the Leolalian family.
They looked at the Daltasian party I had brought with a haughty gaze.
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