78. Best to leave it to the experts
Life, it seems, doesn’t always go as planned.
My original plan was to proceed step by step, slicing the manticore nicely.
I was trying to show my own leadership and strategic longevity…
“Is this something we need to follow?”
“It seems like Rohan-sama could have done it alone…”
“The Phoenix is right. Truly such a monster, ah, no. I’ve never seen such a great human being. To break the Manticore’s head singlehandedly.”
I just broke the monster earthenware pot by myself and took a picture of Musou.
‘It really doesn’t go as I thought…’
Well, I think they said that you can only go to Seoul even if you go to Moro.
Anyway, it worked out fine.
The result itself could be said to be satisfactory.
I get up from the seat on Manticore’s head.
I approached Quederer, who was still frozen in the state right before being bitten by him.
Then, he tapped him on the shoulder and iced him.
“Wake.”
“Ah, ah! Yes!”
Have you lost your mind yet?
Why are you saying honorifics all of a sudden?
This can be happen.
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Just a moment ago, it must have felt like stepping on the threshold of the road to the underworld and then coming back.
I am very understanding, so what should I do?
With a generous heart, I looked back at the elder pros, passing it over without risking anything else.
“Now that we’ve dealt with the Manticore, we need to get Orhel’s Bloodsword.”
Pros then nodded.
“I will guide you.”
* * *
“Looks like I’ll have to clean up the manticore corpses here. Especially the poison on the tail will harm other creatures in the forest if left unattended.”
Quederer said so and stayed there.
Then, with nothing left to do, I followed the Elder Pross into the depths of the forest.
Diaz and Grendel walked behind them.
“Rohan.”
Grendel, who had been following me, walked quickly and stood next to me.
“What’s going on?”
“But in fact, isn’t it because of the information that Count Harrison gave us that we came all the way to this Mastrov Forest?”
“right.”
“But, will he stay still? Even if we take Orhel’s blood sword…”
I shook my head.
“It can’t be. Perhaps if we get hold of Orhel’s Bloodsword, he will most likely try to intercept it in the middle. Either by sending someone or digging a trap.”
“As expected… were you thinking?”
“I’ve been thinking about it since the first departure. So I’ve prepared it.”
“……Yes?”
I only slightly turned my head and called Diaz to follow me.
“Diaz.”
“Yes, Rohan-sama. As you said before departure, we have checked all the areas that are easy to ambush within the path that crosses Marstov Forest and the Kingdom of Hesete.”
“Good job.”
Diaz had a much more accurate eye than I did for that part.
I was superior to others only in the direction of boss strategy or real-time detection, but there were more experts than me in ambush strategies using terrain like this.
Even if I had Quederer, an elder escort elf right now, my strategy and tactics in the forest would not be comparable to mine.
‘It’s best to leave it to the experts in the field of expertise.’
That time when I was proud of myself.
Grendel also nodded in amazement.
“Surely Sir Rohan didn’t have any gaps. I think I was worried for nothing.”
while having a conversation like that.
A fairly large tree appeared in front of our field of vision.
Its circumference was so large that a few steps were not enough to go around it.
The Elder Pross stopped in front of him.
He looked up at the tree and spoke.
“It’s here.”
Then, quietly, he put his hand on the tree trunk.
Whoa, whoa…!
The wind began to blow lightly around him.
Soon the wind rose and touched the leaves.
Salang.
A single leaf fell fluttering.
Elder Pross lightly received it in the palm of his hand.
Then, an amazing thing happened.
Shaaa!
I wondered if the wind was entangled in the leaves on Pross’ palm.
It turned into Orhel’s Bloodsword!
‘You’ve even cast that kind of magic. That’s why it’s hard to find, so even Earl Harrison couldn’t touch it.’
Even with a manticore right now, it would be hard to break through.
It’s like the elder elves’ higher magic is blocking the way.
I wouldn’t have dared to dare.
Pros brought the dagger in front of me as it was.
“We, the Mastrov Elves, have risked our lives to protect it. We will give you our blood and sweat.”
I picked it up.
“You will have no regrets.”
* * *
The way to get the dagger and go back.
Many elves in the forest had entered Manticore’s realm before they knew it.
Now that he’s dead, it’s not even his territory.
Anyway, they were moving in perfect order under Quederer’s direction.
Neutralize Manticore’s poison with magic.
It seemed that he was disposing of his corpse.
Quederer, who confirmed our return, approached us.
“Did you finish what you wanted?”
When I look into your eyes, I think you’re asking me…
‘Why do you keep being respectful? Have you lost your mind yet…’
I nodded once and answered.
“It didn’t work out.”
“Fortunately, the.”
“Yeah, yes.”
“Ah! I have something to show you. Would you like to come over here?”
He gestured and walked away.
Puzzled, I looked at the Elder Pross, but he also didn’t know what was going on.
Reluctantly, I followed Quaederer.
He led me to Manticore’s corpse.
He reached the dead Manticore’s head and stopped.
“Here it is.”
A few old elves were already sitting there.
It was like reaching for something and casting magic.
Quederer crouched down and pointed with his finger at something the old elves were focusing on.
“Do you know what this is…?”
he asked with a smile.
With a face as if he was probably seeing something like this for the first time.
“A moment after the Manticore died, it came rolling out of its mouth. Because it has a fairly large concentration of power, the elders are now directly cleaning it. What is this guy’s efficacy…”
“All poisons are invulnerable. It blocks all poisons.”
“……! Oh, did you know?”
“Well.”
Manticore’s inner end.
It was a power-up type item that appeared in the original work.
However, no matter how many Manticores you catch in the game, that one never drops.
‘I heard that only a handful of manticores who have lived for eons of time have lived inside their bodies…’
It passed through my head that these Manticores ate ogres, trolls, and even giants.
Somehow, he was filthy and cunning, and he was quicker than what we saw in the original work.
Turns out, it seemed like he had a fight with a very troublesome guy.
If it’s enough to bite an ogre or a troll…
I just wanted to think that only players who progressed through the middle of the game while getting everything to get with the minimum stagnant pattern would be able to barely clear it, not just the players who usually cleared it until the middle.
‘…I could have gone to the goal if I made a mistake…’
Would you be brave if you didn’t know?
Rather, I thought that I had fought well because I did not know.
Quederer, unaware of my inward sweeping, smiled shyly.
“Haha. I’m being arrogant. You dare to think that Lord Rohan doesn’t know this. Foolish.”
What else is it like that?
I shook my head.
“No. Precious things are right.”
“Of course, I’ll give this to Lord Rohan.”
that’s really normal
i knocked it down
So you didn’t want to give it?
If I hadn’t given it, I would have put a fist on my head like a manticore.
“I don’t think I can hold on to power right away because I haven’t yet been purified. About a month or so…”
One month is too long
I stretched out my hand toward the inner edge of the Manticore, where the purification magic was still in progress.
“Ro, Sir Rohan?”
“Hey! Look! It’s dangerous to touch it now!”
“Wait a minute……!”
Despite their persuasion, I didn’t care.
Because I believed in the senses of the third eye.
‘If it feels like this… there’s no problem eating it right away. Pico’s recovery ability will be able to solve the residual poison.’
And when your hand touches it
Chii profit…!
At the same time as the poison melted the skin, the phoenix’s ability rebuilt it again.
The two forces clashed and fought fiercely.
‘If it’s this poisonous, it’ll be fatal if you get hit during a fierce battle.’
No matter how much Pico’s power you have, you won’t be able to heal only poison.
Cuts had to be covered, and broken bones had to be mended.
Does this poison come in there?
Then it could be really dangerous.
If only I could make this my own…
‘There is no need to worry about poison!’
I tossed it into my mouth.
Roaring!
A strong poison began to rampage.
Against him, the power of the phoenix was creating sparks.
“Oh oh……!”
“The flames, the flames are so holy!”
“This is not an ordinary fire…”
And I saw a glimpse of Quederer’s face with twinkling eyes.
“As expected, Sir Rohan!”
“……”
I ignored him and focused on absorbing the inner end of the Manticore.
* * *
A day passes.
the next morning.
Waking up from bed, I felt a lightness I had never felt before.
How could I be so comfortable?
It was a condition I could never have imagined.
According to Pico.
“It seems that even the gentle poison in the body is being eaten away by the manticore’s inner layer, beep. I don’t need to recover, so my flame didn’t heal it, but… the human body basically has poisons that cause fatigue. Beep.”
It seemed that the manticore I had ingested yesterday had upgraded my physical condition.
This state of health is the default value from now on.
‘Are you crazy?’
It felt like the corner of my mouth was going up.
“Whoop whoop.”
While enjoying such a refreshing morning.
At some point, Diaz and Grendel were almost finished preparing to return to Hesete Kingdom.
Thanks to this, all I had to do was eat comfortably and mount my horse.
“Okay. Let’s go, Rohan-sama.”
“I will.”
Let’s grab the reins of the horse.
Quederer looked up at me.
“Sir Rohan! I look forward to seeing you again!”
“Uh, uh…yes.”
Well… will there be a day when we will meet again?
with my little question.
We turned our words back to Hesete Kingdom, to Count Harrison.