Silver Rank on Top of Platinum
Survival holding.
It may be an obvious statent, but Leonhart has never heard the word.
However, the word began to settle warmly inside Leonhart's chest.
"Su-survival holding?"
"That's right."
The man, Dmihtan, replied simply, as if explaining to Leonhart.
"It ans holding out damn hard."
"Damn... hold out."
"That's right."
"Survival holding..."
Leonhart repeated Dmihtan's words, murmuring to himself.
For so reason, it was a word he liked. No, in truth, leonhart already knew.
It wasn't the word 'survival holding' itself that gave him strength. It was simply that this man who had appeared now had reached out a hand to him—and that was what started to give him strength.
Wounds received from people—
are healed through people.
As if that phrase wasn't a lie, leonhart began to feel his energy returning.
"Survival holding...!"
"That's right, survival holding."
He didn't know why. Just exchanging words with Dmihtan made tears stream down Leonhart's face.
"If you wait, spring will co for you, too."
"R-really?"
"I'm sure. I can guarantee that spring will co for you."
With Dmihtan's firm voice, leonhart wiped away his flowing tears.
Then, holding both of Dmihtan's hands, he asked,
"Big Bro."
"Hmm?"
"Big Bro! Please tell your na!"
Taken aback, Dmihtan looked at Leonhart with an incredulous expression.
But soon, gathering himself, he spoke.
"Dmihtan Elvar—that's my na."
"Your words beca my strength, big bro."
Everything that had happened until now flashed through Leonhart's mind like a passing lantern.
At the sa ti, he rembered the mistakes he'd made toward his comrades in 'Golden Wind.'
He needed to apologize to them.
Such a feeling began to obsessively take over his body.
"I will repay this debt no matter what, big bro!"
"You don't need to repay ."
"No, I must!"
From a certain perspective, Dmihtan was his lifesaver. No, he was even more than that, given that he had pulled Leonhart out of the depths of despair.
"I will repay you sohow. Please—allow to repay you, big bro!"
* * *
"The fault has been mine, all this ti!"
The very first thing the now-clear-headed Leonhart did was apologize to his comrades in 'Golden Wind.'
He summoned all his party mbers and bowed his head in apology. Then, roml, who always acted the gruffest, opened his mouth.
"What the...?"
"I felt I at least had to do this so you'd know I was serious."
"No, I an, why are you in your underwear?"
With everyone looking at him in confusion, leonhart knelt and bowed his head.
"I've been wrong till now. I realized I've been running the adventurer party selfishly. And how foolish that was."
A quiet silence fell. All at once, his comrades' eyes focused on him.
Leonhart bowed even deeper, and with a confident voice, he continued.
"I'm truly sorry. I hope you'll accept my apology."
"Doesn't look like you're going to explain the reason for the underwear, though."
Roml let out a snort.
"Honestly, when I said I'd leave—it was a lie. I just wanted you to fix your rotten personality, so I tried whatever I could."
"... Roml."
"It's the sa for the rest. Isn't that right?"
Roml, who had begun to speak, looked at Karin, who had a languid expression.
She frowned, then sighed.
"Wait, so we're not disbanding? I already found a new adventurer party."
"... Really?"
"Well, I haven't signed yet."
As Karin shrugged, ellis standing next to her let out a sigh of relief.
So did Roml. Looking at Karin, he then turned his gaze back to Leonhart.
"By the way, I'm curious—what made you change your mind all of a sudden?"
" too."
"Didn't think that nasty personality of yours would get better in a day."
"Sa here."
The comrades made no effort to deny that they'd called him 'nasty,' but Leonhart looked at peace.
"... You really do seem different."
"Right? You used get all riled up when we called you nasty."
"That's because I realized sothing."
Leonhart gave a gentle smile.
"'Survival holding,' you see."
"... Survival holding?"
"What the heck's that?"
"Aha, so you don't know."
As his party mbers looked puzzled at the term, leonhart instead smiled, looking pleased.
"It's a magic word. It reminds you to 'endure' no matter what the situation is."
"... Seems like a word we should rember."
"Right, karin?"
"Yeah. If I didn't endure you walking around in your underwear, I would have stabbed you with a dagger ages ago."
A fierce way of speaking—
And yet, leonhart remained unfazed.
"Just as Big Bro said, if I carve the word survival holding into my heart, even your words don't bother , karin."
"Dmihtan? And who's that?"
"My role model."
Role model?
The other three tilted their heads at those words.
* * *
A naked holess man you happen to find on the street—
What's the probability that he's the commander of a 'Platinum Rank' adventurer party?
Frankly, I have no clue how to calculate such a probability.
To make it worse, the guy claid he would introduce to his own party.
At first, I thought it was nonsense.
A man wandering in his underwear before the market turns out to be the commander of the Platinum party 'Golden Wind'?
Even if this was a hidden cara prank, they'd have fild it better than this. With those thoughts, I followed him.
"Let introduce you! This is Dmihtan Elvar, big bro, the man who gave wisdom while I was at the pit of despair!"
He truly was the real commander of 'Golden Wind.'
Leonhart, having invited to a grand mansion, began introducing to his comrades.
Maybe it's because they are 'Platinum Rank' adventurers, but the atmosphere the group gives off is far from ordinary.
"Wait."
"Roml, what?"
"That guy—he was with the 'Dungeon God' party, wasn't he?"
One of the 'Golden Wind' mbers—a guy nad Roml—seed to recognize .
"I saw you before at the Adventurer's Guild. I rembered you because you're small for a barbarian."
"No way."
At Roml's words, leonhart turned and stared at in surprise.
"Big Bro, you're a barbarian!?"
That's what surprises him?
"That's right."
"Oh my... All this ti, I've thought all barbarians were idiots!"
Leonhart began to clap.
"Seeing you, I realize that's not the case. Thanks to you, I now see things differently."
Ever since we t in front of the market, he's been oddly warm toward —though I have no idea why.
"That's not the point right now."
Roml fixed with a long, steady look.
"That guy's from the Red Wolf Tribe."
Roml spoke, pointing precisely at .
I was a little shocked. Until now, people who weren't 'barbarians' themselves never divided barbarians by tribe.
But Roml not only recognized 'barbarians' by tribe—but also knew about the 'Red Wolf Tribe'.
"The ones from there are dangerous. The ones who ambushed us before were also from the 'Red Wolf Tribe'."
Shrugging his shoulders, roml looked my way.
"Hey, are you going to foam at the mouth and charge at us, too?"
What is this lunatic talking about?
"Hey, roml! He's my ntor, my big bro! Say sothing like that again and I won't forgive you!"
"No, I'm telling you—he's from the 'Red Wolf Tribe'!"
Nailing down the tribal na, roml continued.
"Those guys who attacked us in the dungeon before—they were of the sa tribe! Why else would he co, if not for revenge?"
Spoken with a sharp edge. Judging by Roml's words, it seems there'd been a clash with 'Red Wolf Tribe' barbarians.
Could it have been... Barkal?
No, the timing doesn't match.
"And it's not the first ti. There's sothing about those barbarians from that tribe."
"I don't know anything about that."
I an, I'm not even a barbarian.
"What?"
He just scowled at my answer. It didn't seem we'd make progress unless I cleared up this misunderstanding.
"I said, I don't know anything about that."
I had nothing more to add. My tone must have sounded sincere, for Roml narrowed his eyes.
"How are you going to prove that?"
What a ridiculous question.
"There's no reason I should have to prove it."
What the Red Wolf Tribe did has nothing to do with .
I'm not looking to take revenge, either.
Why should I have to prove that?
"Yeah, as Big Bro said, no need to prove it in the first place."
"Whose side are you on, leonhart?"
Clutching his brow like he had a headache, roml then addressed everyone with a serious look.
"By the way, what are we going to do about that commission at Ragmur Mountain?"
"What about it?"
"It's practically impossible to get a Petrification Antidote Potion in Iushil now."
Roml looked troubled. The other 'Golden Wind' comrades had equally troubled faces.
"Why did you accept the commission without thinking?"
"I had no choice; we were broke and had to do sothing."
"Truly amazing, aren't you."
"Obviously."
Roml clicked his tongue.
"Those rchant bastards must have been tipped off and hoarded everything. Damn them."
Hearing this, my ears pricked up involuntarily.
***
**Origin, English, pronoun List**
드미탄, Dmihtan, he
던전 갓, Dungeon God, Na
황금의 바람, golden Wind, Na
이우실, Iushil, Na
레온하르트, leonhart, he
붉은 늑대 부족, red Wolf Tribe, Na
모험단, adventurer party, Na
바바리안, barbarian, Na
던전, dungeon, Na
의뢰, commission, Na
엘리스, ellis, her
롬멜, roml, Na
카린, karin, her
존버, survival holding, Na
단장, commander, Na
마나, mana, Na
마법, magic, Na
석화 해제 물약, petrification Antidote Potion, Na
석화, petrification, Na
모험가 길드, adventurer's Guild, Na
엘바르, elvar, Na
백금 등급, platinum Rank, Na
은 등급, silver Rank, Na
라그무르 산, ragmur Mountain, Na
갑자, 60-year cycle, Na
형, big bro, Na
녀석, the guy, Na
힘, strength, it
잠깐, Na, Na
각, gak, Na
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