I Became a Righteous Knight in a Game Chapter 74 : Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Miya Luxpenber sees human talent.

That was why she was in charge of personnel for a group like the Paganoa Knights.

Conducting entrance interviews, examining the talent of recomnded individuals, or helping those who, despite already belonging to the order, had not found their own path.

Miya's roles were diverse.

In fact, Jenkins, who was sitting in front of Reinhardt right now, would not have reached this position without Miya's help.

“That’s about right, isn’t it? I either find them, or I look at soone who has co looking for .”

“Has there been anyone who could be called a hope for humanity? Among the people you have t.”

Therefore, Reinhardt asked.

If there was anyone born with outstanding talent.

If she had found soone who could be entrusted with the great responsibility of saving the world.

“There were. There were people who shone with a particularly radiant light.”

“If you say ‘people’……”

“One of them is right in front of my eyes now, you know?”

“That is not the question I asked to hear such words. I am well aware of my own limits. The reason I was simply curious was……”

“You’re asking if there is anyone else like you, Sir Reinhardt, right?”

“Yes.”

Miya smiled faintly. Then she began to explain what she could do.

“I told you I see light, didn't I?”

“Yes.”

“The brightness of that light is not determined by current strength. It's a concept similar to glimpsing a person's future. If they shine radiantly, it ans they will one day beco that kind of person.”

“Is it not possible to know when?”

“It's not possible to know. But if they shine now, they will one day beco a person worthy of that brightness. That much is certain.”

Viewed in that context.

Miya continued speaking.

“The number of people who shone as brightly as you, Sir Reinhardt, can be counted on one hand. If you continue to practice what you believe in as you do now, you will shine truly radiantly. So much so that you can brightly illuminate the world by yourself even when darkness has fallen.”

“I understand. I have understood your words, but more importantly……”

“Da Evangeline and Sir Fermil were like that.”

Miya said with a face that seed to know exactly what Reinhardt was curious about.

“Jenkins here is like that too, and so is the commander who leads us now. But all the people I have seen so far belonged to the Paganoa Knights. You, Sir Reinhardt, were the first person outside the order I have examined.”

“Then do you not know about figures such as those from the Floran Imperial Academy or the priests of the Truma Order?”

“If I see them, I would know. If they cooperate so that I can see. But they say that is a rude thing to do. Because they also have people who perform a similar role to on their side.”

In the face of humanity’s crisis, rudeness.

It was absurd, but Reinhardt didn't show it.

That was all the developer's doing. It was an absurdity intentionally planted by soone who had designed this world from the beginning.

“And while they all shone brightly, there is still a difference in brightness, you know?”

“Yes.”

“You were the brightest, Sir Reinhardt.”

“……Yes?”

“I'm certain. I don't make mistakes in such matters.”

Her voice, full of conviction, made it impossible to offer even a semblance of a rebuttal.

‘……So this is an expansion pack. They said it’s a world where anyone can beco the protagonist.’

The possibilities were open to everyone.

It was just that there were differences in the growth process depending on one’s own knowledge, effort, and luck.

Of course, the Knight of Light Reinhardt was no different.

In the original work, he was rely a supporting character.

But according to Miya Luxpenber, Reinhardt was now the person closest to being the protagonist in this world.

‘Sothing is seriously wrong.’

Reinhardt was convinced of it.

Even after sending off Miya and Jenkins, who had finished their business, listening to Ethan Taton’s fuss, and finally being cooped up alone in his quarters.

‘I’m sure of it. Sothing is seriously wrong. What was the problem? Where did things start to go wrong?’

He had definitely made such a plan at the beginning.

Let’s stay in the rear. After letting the supporting characters grow enough, let’s just watch the fire from a safe place.

And soday, let’s find the real protagonist of this world and support them with all our might.

That’s what he should have done.

There shouldn’t have been any problems until the mid-ga.

After pondering, Reinhardt realized.

‘The fact that this world is an expansion pack was the problem from the start. Since it’s co to this…….’

This was a world where his common sense did not apply.

It was sothing that happened because he had trusted and followed his experience and knowledge like his closest friends.

In that case.

Since the environnt had changed, his strategy also had to change accordingly.

‘I have no choice but to do so street casting.’

***

‘I have to find companions.’

Reinhardt was feeling a sense of crisis.

He needed companions.

He needed many companions who were favorable, strong, and honorable.

‘Just picking up anyone and raising them is inefficient. Even if they’re not the protagonist, I need personnel with innate talent…….’

This was a world inside an expansion pack.

Officially from the developers, a world where anyone could beco the protagonist.

A true protagonist did not exist.

It ant that even a little boy who was farming potatoes in the countryside could beco a hero who would face an Archdemon.

‘At this rate, I’m going to be picked as the protagonist. To think that diligently strengthening the [Justice] skill would lead to this…….’

The current Reinhardt was too strong.

That is, he was strong by the standards of a promising talent at the present ti.

His power was far from enough to face a demon.

However, when it ca to dealing with the warlocks right in front of him, Reinhardt displayed skills unbecoming of a re promising talent.

“That’s not happening!”

“Ppiiit!”

Bitdori was startled and flinched at the reflexive shout.

Seeing it with its eyes wide open, truly surprised, Reinhardt couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

“Go back to resting. It’s nothing.”

“Ppiii……”

Bitdori beca a deflated balloon again.

It savored a sweet nap under the languid sunlight.

It looked just like a small child who repeatedly played and slept.

But Reinhardt was an adult.

And an adult’s mind was always supposed to be filled with the worries of a harsh reality.

‘There are many candidates for companions.’

The burden of humanity’s survival was too heavy to bear alone.

Reinhardt needed companions.

Companions who, even if they were a little lacking right now, would willingly stand before Reinhardt if he raised them with all his heart and soul.

‘Just gathering the characters who were properly featured in the original story, like Evangeline or Fermil, would easily exceed double digits. Besides, there will be original characters unique to the expansion pack.’

This world was an absurdly dangerous place.

A powerful and terrible crisis in the form of demons would soon strike, and to fend off that crisis, the sacrifice of noble and strong heroes was needed.

Yes. It was a sacrifice.

If it were reality, it might be different.

If it were for the Republic of Korea where he was born and raised for his entire life, it might be different.

Reinhardt had absolutely no intention of laying down his precious life for this ga world.

‘Let’s find them. I just need to find them. I’ll invest in and raise any human who seems to have potential, and I especially have to secure mages like Irien or Ganesha…….’

Of course, the expression ‘raise’ didn’t an keeping them by Reinhardt’s side.

Just like how he enrolled Irien in the Floran Academy and made Ganesha Edropin the mayor of Romain.

Simply putting them on the track they were originally supposed to be on ant that Reinhardt’s nurturing plan was proceeding smoothly.

‘There will also be cases where they grow unintentionally, like Dalton. I need to be prepared for such situations as well.’

Dalton, the bishop of the Truma Order.

He too had beco a body that received Truma’s oracle.

The reason was Reinhardt.

Because Truma had taken an interest in Reinhardt, he, who was closest, had taken on the role of a sort of communication channel.

“It’s doable.”

Now that he looked at it one by one, the situation wasn’t that bad.

It would take a little more effort, but if it was to survive, he could do that much, anyti.

“Let’s see……”

Click.

Reinhardt opened the community he was now familiar with.

Ignoring all the noisy chatter, he gathered and checked only the posts with a ‘fixed nickna.’

‘There are a lot. Just what I can see right now are Evangeline, Fermil, Aslan… no, I shouldn’t do it by na.’

The na wasn’t important.

Their class.

In other words, the direction of their growth was important.

‘There are about three or four knights. There are so mages too, and I see priests.’

There were nurous concepts there.

Knights, mages, priests, demons, spirit masters, alchemists… and even blacksmiths.

All of them were individuals who held radiant talents.

Knights sliced through darkness. Mages perford miracles at their fingertips.

Priests illuminated the world, demons extinguished that light, and spirit masters beca one with nature to crush those demons.

That wasn't all.

Production classes like alchemists and blacksmiths were also fulfilling their given roles with certainty.

Potions that allowed one to wield the power of a giant just by drinking them.

A legendary sword that was said to split a mountain range if wielded by a trained knight.

While he, who was in charge of a production class, couldn’t cut down demons himself, it was a way of mass-producing legendary items so that anyone could beco a hero.

“Sufficiently interesting. Very encouraging.”

Then all I had to do was pick and choose from here.

The people in the community were like a buffet, and Reinhardt had the right to choose.

In any case, at this mont.

Reinhardt in this world had beco a person that anyone would willingly want to join hands with.

‘But there are also people who are hard to contact right now.’

For example, they were too far from Serigel.

Or they were hiding outside the Empire, in a deep mountain range.

Such individuals were not in a situation where he could bring them over right now.

‘Then I should contact the possible ones first. I just need to bring them in order, one by one.’

There was a suitable person just in ti.

Soone who was not that far from Serigel and could help Reinhardt right away.

Also, as ntioned before, they had the talent to beco great soday if raised with care and love.

Reinhardt smiled broadly.

If soone were to ask what man lives by, he would willingly answer that it was hope.

Right now, he had hope. A firm hope that he could pass the crisis of the world onto others.

[Serial) Sharing recent progress…….]

Reinhardt wrote a post in the community.

The content of the post was largely divided into two parts.

First, was what he had experienced so far.

The main dish was the content related to Jenkins, the spy of Paganoa and a warlock.

Trivial details like Dalton receiving an oracle or Truma telling a lie served as high-quality spices, enhancing the flavor of the post.

And second, was the plan for the future.

It was a post containing the direction Reinhardt himself should take.

To secure the best companions from all over the world.

Since there was no limit to the number of companions, it was a ssage of hope that even Reinhardt himself, who was treated like a fragile sunfish, could survive.

And.

At that mont, as Reinhardt was tapping the keyboard with a broad smile.

“Th-thiiis! Thiiis!”

Team Leader Choi Ho-jun of Skylines was unknowingly making a strange noise as he glared at his monitor.