Miri’s voice wailing over the wall faded. When the sound was barely audible, I got a tingling feeling as I looked at the system log in front of me.
[Entering the final stage of the hidden event, ‘Meeting of Destiny’.]
[Event Name: One God]
[User Guide: Prove your divinity by reuniting with her.]
After reading the last sentence several times, I realized that it contained two missions.
to reunite with her.
And prove my divinity.
“Cool.”
Spitting out another vomit out of my mouth, I pushed Pilbo away with difficulty. And just in time, a jackal appeared.
It seemed that he had come down the wall. His leather shoes sounded dull.
that buck that buck that buck
Bastia, watching the jackal approaching Johann, sighed briefly. The performance exhibited by the members in the parade ground is clearly having an effect.
If it’s like usual, ‘Frodoga’s idiot! How the hell did this happen?!’ Bastia, who would have said the same thing, spoke carefully choosing her words.
“Ugh. Are you going to have a second fight with a bastard who’s gone crazy trying to save your swordsman? That seems a bit unsportsmanlike.”
The Jackal did not accept Bastia’s words. He walked out in front of me without expression and crouched down. The shadow he cast covered my vision, and he looked carefully at my face and said,
“Johann Esperts.”
“why.”
“Your boy is really erratic.”
It felt like a face I wanted to grind. The one who eventually dropped the Inheritor from me beforehand.
I tried to alleviate the hostility creeping up from deep inside me.
The jackal seemed to ponder, then shook his head a little and continued.
“I really don’t know. you.”
“Should I be as good as the young master of Frodoga?”
“Did you like that bitch that much? Why did you go this far?”
I shut my mouth tight to prevent any harsh words from coming out, and Frodo let out a long sigh and looked away a little. Pilbo was barely able to keep his body steady and unravel the threads that were tightly wrapped around him.
Perhaps anyway, thanks to saving Pilbo, my liking after hitting the bottom seems to have recovered a lot.
The guy said it as if it were an excuse.
“Still, one thing is good.”
“What.”
“At least, I don’t think the girls I like will overlap.”
John did not laugh bitterly, but felt a prick. It was because I remembered what Ida said on the day of attacking [Forbidden Book, Escomin].
‘I felt how pathetic I was during that time. Jackal said he would give himself in exchange for me.’
It’s comical. I’m sorry for Jackal, but I’ve already ‘attacked’ such Ida.
Swoop.
A jackal’s palm appeared in front of him.
I thought for a moment, ‘Is it slapped on the cheek?’, then looked at the guy’s hand that stopped in front of my eyes and said.
“five things.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you hold it out to see if you could count?”
“… No point. means catch. Unless you plan on lying on the floor comfortably.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. A tremendous pain came from my stomach, but I swallowed the moan.
The jackal who woke me up said to Bastia.
“I would like to request the transport of my escort to the hospital. Since one of my arms is broken, it’s impossible to carry Pilbo on my back.”
“What about this? My creed is that I don’t carry men.”
And Frodo had already been given a lot of information.
“Bastia. Our family is also connected to the Priests of Frantimo. I’ve been thinking that it might be okay to provide a cheap food for teachers who often use the temple here.”
He is a meticulous child.
During the [Grade President Election], he had also investigated where Bastia’s relatively high salary was disappearing. Bastia pursed her lips and wrapped herself around Pilbo with a rough motion.
Of course, Philbo had a hard time agreeing to this. He screamed, even though he must be in considerable pain from his already broken neck.
“Ugh… You can go alone, young boy.”
“shut up.”
“Really! If you rest a little like this, you should be able to walk.”
He said so, but Pilbo couldn’t even straighten his legs. It seems that his knee was badly injured when he fell to the floor earlier.
Of course, the biggest injury he suffered would be less than the damage to his pride from losing to a girl who used to be a dancer in the middle of the day.
Bastia added one more word.
“If you keep struggling, I just throw it away.”
“Bastia, you! Don’t mistake me for winning! There are witnesses! We didn’t even have a good fight.”
“Then why don’t you formally attack next time, patient man.”
A state in which an opponent who never wants to receive help is carrying himself on his back.
Philbo kept his mouth shut. Bastia looked at me and the jackal and said.
“Then move.”
“yes.”
“Hold my shoulders, John.”
I did.
Right. Right. Right.
While placing the wooden sword on the floor, I received the support of the jackal. There was a momentary sense of loss that Miri had left right in front of her eyes, but judging from the text that had appeared in the system log earlier, it seemed like it was also a set event.
“John, thanks to you, there won’t be a day when a hospital room is vacant.”
“I’m sorry.”
Bastia, who was walking with Pilbo on her back, muttered something more, but I was silent. I didn’t even feel like answering thanks to the pain that continued to linger in my stomach.
Besides, I was sold on other things.
Reuniting with her again in this vast game world empire is unlikely to be an easy task.
But don’t be intimidated by this.
It was thanks to an item in the inventory floating next to me.
[Forbidden Book, Escomin], a fraudulent item that may seem modest but can be of absolute help in game strategy.
I’ve already used hints about the ‘True Ending Attack’, and the cooldown is running out now.
I looked at the item for a moment.
[Forbidden book, Escomin (during lockdown)]
[Time remaining: 6 hours 29 minutes]
In other words, after 7 hours, you can ask another question. And after that time, you’ll know the information about reuniting with her.
Right. Right. Right.
My heart aches for a moment as I remember her bizarre twist, but I calmly think about her actions.
She holds a grudge against the Frodo family, and perhaps plots revenge against the Frodo family somewhere outside the walls.
Deserting to meet her is not an option.
The mid-boss, the sorceress Kirov, is a woman who will become a monster that surpasses the witch Carnes if she is not dealt with before the [Witch Hunt] event. So, my options are twofold.
First, it is to actively use Ida’s authority as the school principal to go out. The head of the academy is allowed to stay out for two days on the grounds of adjusting business rights related to the academy.
However, this is a one-time-per-month privilege, so I should be able to track her down on my first sleepover. Chasing after someone who has been out of this place for over a month is like finding a needle in the sand.
Second, with the help of Hansoo, who had previously been promoted, sneaked out and returned during roll call. An assassin named ‘Naf Nakisis’ would know about the route to escape. However, in this case, there is a problem that the given time is not that long.
From 12:00, when the roll call begins, to the wake-up time, it is eight hours even if you set it generously.
In addition, we do not know how long it takes to travel back and forth along the route of the canal that Naf Nakisis knows.
Just- just- just-.
It was a trip to the hospital where there was not much conversation between them. When they climbed the hill and reached the academy’s military hospital, Bastia threw away Pilbo.
The jackal took off my support for a moment, then approached what appeared to be a nurse officer and said,
“This is Pilbo and Johann Esperts, escorts of Jackal Frodo. Pilbo tripped and fell, and Johann Esperts was said to be under a heavy load.”
The nurse officer, who was looking at me and Pilbo alternately with businesslike eyes, didn’t ask a blunt question, ‘Why do fallen people have cuts on their necks?’
“Follow me, write down your hospitalization date and go. I’ll assign you a room right away and let you know.”
The jackal went through the procedures himself and supported me to the bed in the hospital room. As he lay down in the pouring fatigue, the jackal hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Thank you for saving my escort.”
“You can’t thank me. It’s because I’m also doing Korea to send Miri alive.”
My humble demeanor must have worked as a good impression, but the jackal tilted his head a little. Perhaps it is because of questions about the relationship between me and the circus performer of my family.
gentry and nobility.
Aside from the difference in class between her and me, the time we were together wasn’t too long.
“Johann Esperts… you, maybe… not.”
Jackal is usually a character who makes it clear what he has to say. I felt a sense of wonder at him who was speechless.
“Why don’t you talk.”
“… no. It’s because it’s a question that could be rude.”
“It seems rude to stop talking. I won’t say anything, so ask what you want to ask.”
The jackal stayed still for a moment and nodded.
“Then don’t skimp on even the most unpleasant questions… Did you, by any chance, have anything to do with the rebellion of our members?”
I laughed out loud.
And I could see why he said it was rude. It would be rude to ask a fallen family if it was related to the rebellion.
“none.”
The jackal blushed in disapproval. He cleared his throat a few times before speaking.
“I heard you like wine.”
“To whom?”
“Dear Evangeles. Perhaps… If you’re feeling well, would you like to have a drink with the boy who just asked the rude question?”
Clearly, the jackal’s hostility toward me seemed to have softened.
“Is alcohol allowed in the hospital room?”
“Does not matter. Staying here, I have already made friends with the nursing officers.”
After thinking for a moment, I nodded. After all, there was still some time left before I could use Escomin.
It is to clean up the relationship with the main character that had been neglected until then.
That would be the standard procedure for attacking.
But the problem lies within me.
You have to kill your emotions.
You should accept the Inheritor as just a game character in advance.
So I have to think of the jackal who tried to kill her as just following the personality I’ve set up.
“Then let’s go.”
When the jackal left, the hospital room became quiet. When the sound of his steps completely disappeared, I opened my fist, which I had been clenching until then. A red thread appeared. It was the thread that tied Pilbo’s body, cut off with the dragon soldier’s teeth.
The magic thread Miri used.
I stared at the thread in silence until the jackal brought a drink and snacks.