173. I’m going to the dungeon with Captain Neg! Huh?!
[There are no excuses anymore?]
Actually, there is no reason for the forest keeper to listen to us. He is a proud high elf who has inherited the mission, and we did not come by the official route of using saplings.
Above all, we only suppress hostility with age and fear, and we killed not only the abductor of the fairies, but also his fellow fairies alike. Of course, there was no reason why he would come out cooperatively with us.
However, time usually makes friends with the wisdom to match it. Despite my smirk, the old forest keeper quietly lowered his head instead of answering.
“I never made any excuses. What I said was impossible on my own…”
[Then, will you guide me on the right ‘road’ without resorting to nonsense?]
“·······.”
However, reason and emotion were separate issues. The forest keeper lowered his head again, but I was able to read the disturbing emotions that I couldn’t hide from his gesture without difficulty.
Actually, if it’s natural, it’s natural. It’s not the first time we’ve seen that forest keeper. Even then, if you show a tingling taste to your colleagues and still have good feelings, that’s something more than hogu.
[Cream?]
“Yes.”
Still, apart from that emotional understanding, it can’t be helped that it’s annoying. What if that genie has a bad intention and sends us to the wrong place or blows us through a crack in space?
I shouldn’t die, but I can’t help taking up time. Besides, unlike the time when he was so panicked that he couldn’t think of anything else, the forest keeper now seems calm in his own way.
I conveyed a certain will to Cream, and Cream carried out the will.
“Evil!”
At her fingertips, something like a snake of ice wriggled and whirled. The ice snake shot from her fingertips like an arrow climbed up the forest keeper’s body and passed him in an instant.
The target was the grandson behind him from the beginning. Wrapped around the young high elf’s neck, the icy serpent bit its own tail, and soon it hardened into a ring around the boy’s neck.
“What……!”
[Don’t get me wrong. It’s not as dangerous as you think. Right now.]
The old forest keeper was taken aback, but soon came to his senses. Yeah, like I said, it just stopped wrapping around the boy’s neck. The expression on the young fairy’s face was embarrassment, not pain.
He looked at my grandson with puzzled eyes. When he looked back at us, I grinned.
[By the way, if something happens to us, it might get a little dangerous?]
“·······.”
[It’s better not to think about making alterations, right? Well, if you don’t mind if your grandson disappears from the neck down, do whatever you want.]
We don’t have any trust between each other, so what do we believe in and travel through space? Again, the best means of establishing trust in such a relationship was hostage.
That old forest keeper cared so much that he would give up even his fellow countrymen and colleagues with the same mission for the sake of his lineage. The ice leash that was put on the young fairy was also put on the old man at the same time.
“······Where do you want to go?”
The hostility and miasma that had risen faintly in his eyes were completely submerged within no time. The eyes of those who succumb to an irresistible calamity and bow down, waiting for it to pass.
It was a satisfying color that oozes despair and resignation. It’s to the point where I feel regretful that I can’t be reflected in those eyes because I’m a sword.
[Gateway city, Mürchen.]
Looking at those eyes, I said my next destination. The old forest keeper soon turned his back and started interacting with the sapling of the World Tree.
The little fairy also crouched and followed him. As they were getting ready to open the ‘door’, I popped a question.
[I think I’ll see you again, what’s your name?]
“The Forest Keeper has no name.”
Still not looking back, the forest keeper continued talking in silence.
“This kid was named Hugh. But you will no longer be able to refer to yourself by that name. Not all high elves are nameless, but every forestkeeper has given his name to his mother’s stump.”
[Is that Lawrence? That guy remembers that he had a name.]
“He wasn’t a forest keeper, he was there to wait on us. However, as long as we are in direct contact with the sapling of the World Tree, we cannot escape our fate.”
The old forest ranger’s grandson, a little boy named Hugh, grunted and concentrated on something with his hand resting on the bark of a sapling. Beads of sweat dripped down the child’s forehead.
The entire space began to stir around the seedlings. A sign that the ‘door’ is about to open. The noise of the underworld flowing through the twisted spaces. In the midst of it, I heard a low moaning voice.
“I hoped that this fate would not continue for you…”
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[By the way, is there that kind of magic?]
[Huh?]
It was long after we had jumped over the space that the Holy Sword, now calm to our misdeeds, spoke out.
Although the destination was mentioned, it is customary for the world tree’s saplings to be planted in deep forests, far from cities. The seedlings we moved were planted closest to Murchen.
[It’s a long distance from Haair to Mürchen, so it’s a spell that can aggravate and affect it. It is also powerful enough to end the life of the target.]
[Ah.]
The question of the holy sword was reasonable. Even though the divine technique seemed versatile at first glance, in the end it was borrowing the characteristics of divine power. Anything beyond that is the realm of miracles or divine ceremonies.
For example, the sealing technique is closer to maximizing the properties of ‘stop’ and ‘freeze’ of cold air, or more precisely, the divine power of the moon. Most of the spells are actually like this.
[Where is that?]
I borrow only some of the concepts from the divine power as I like, but there is no such thing as a convenient concept that allows you to instantly kill an opponent when you want from a very long distance.
I am a demonic sword, and rather, it is the holy sword that handles divine power, but I am in a position to explain this to the holy sword. Huh, true. I don’t think it’s a dereliction of duty.
[·······Yes?]
[Anyway, he’s surprisingly naive. It disappears from the neck down, and of course this is a lie.]
If you had Cream, it wouldn’t be impossible to change the nature of the already formed divine power and really cut off the young fairy’s head.
[Then did you trick me by threatening me with lies?]
[The only one deceived is you. It’s this girl The old forest keeper must have noticed. I just wasn’t sure.]
In the first place, it wasn’t the pattern of the magic formula that Cream pulled out, it was just the divine power that was formed at will. It’s just that he couldn’t gamble his grandson’s life on the scales.
Anyway, thinking about that old man makes me a little embarrassed. The last time we met, I think I said honorifics at the end. It seems that the injection of etiquette was also lacking. Next time······.
[Well, it’s arrival anyway.]
After going through the forest for a while, the open road and the wide-spread walls came into view one after another. This is the gateway city of Murchen. It is the wall that divides the boundary between kingdom and empire.
A free city nominally belonging to no country. However, due to its geographical characteristics, it was also a place where the breath of kingdoms and empires was deeply permeated. Especially imperial.
There are many kingdoms, but only one empire. The kingdom side of the gate was in charge of the knights of various kingdoms in turn, and the empire side of the gate was directly managed by the knights dispatched from the empire.
“Heo-eok, passed!”
[Don’t be scared, man.]
That’s why getting into the city wasn’t difficult at all. Cream is a warrior. Her existence itself is no different from a free pass. Especially in the kingdom area where the power of religion is strong.
Furthermore, with the addition of several vicious rumors about the warrior of peace, even the most fearless knights can’t help but be terrified. There wasn’t really anything to see in the city, so we headed straight for the imperial gate.
Unfortunately, the atmosphere there was much stricter than at the gates on the kingdom side. The last war had already ended over a hundred years ago, so the blade wasn’t standing still, but it wasn’t lax enough to catch any gaps in the carelessness.
Well, there’s nothing to worry about here either. Cream pushed through the crowd with her stately stride.
“What, wait in line!”
There was a clamor around, but no one dared to touch the brilliance of the hero wearing the protection of the gods. Naturally standing at the front of the line, Cream proudly held out her hand.
The soldier looked at us with bewildered eyes, but Cream stood firm. She is a warrior It is only natural for criminals to admire the hero’s actions.
What’s more, what she holds in her hand is a golden plaque proving that she is a guest of the imperial family. If this is the case, no matter how difficult the gateway to the empire is…
“You have good guts. It’s not enough to have counterfeited the royal family of the empire, so proudly holding it out!”
No.