242. Alibrihe (3)
#242
“So what are you guys? “Are you here to ruin my first and last vacation?”
Ronan’s eyes widened. It was indeed Alibrihe. However his impression had changed enough to be called a different person from when he traveled through the savior’s memories. He was clearly a big guy with a big personality.
There seemed to be something going on but Ronan didn’t bother to ask. Because there was something else that was important right now. He tilted his head.
“A vacation?”
“I would appreciate it if you answered my question first.”
“You can tell me that but you won’t have to tell the cult leader right?”
“If you have any doubts you don’t have to tell me. Instead our conversation will end here. “Let me just say that my thoughts on the church are by no means positive.”
He was truly a formidable old man. A glimpse of skill was seen in his gentle yet strong attitude. Ronan thought for a moment and nodded his head.
“Well of course.”
It wasn’t the type of threat that would work. Also if he had bad intentions he wouldn’t have saved us. He pointed alternately between himself and Asher who was fast asleep.
“I am Ronan and the boy sleeping over there is Asher. therefore…”
Ronan briefly explained their identity and the purpose of coming to Adren. Even if something goes wrong we completely exclude any information that could be used as an excuse to be tracked. Alibrihe listened to him as he threw firewood into the fire one by one.
Because it was a large and empty space voices rang out. The light from the flickering bonfire was casting a long shadow in the sewer. After hearing the explanation to some extent Alibrihe slowly remembered.
“…Is that what happened? “It’s amazing that you came all the way here to Adren to stop the cult.”
“It was easier to get to than I thought. “I was really grateful earlier.”
“Hmm?”
Suddenly Ronan lowered his head. Alibrihe’s eyebrows twitched.
“What are you thankful for?”
“You saved him and me. To be honest I had no idea how to get to the sewer.”
Ronan expressed his gratitude in a polite manner. It was his belief to skip past straws.
Although he could not fully trust Old Man Lee yet it was a clear fact that the crisis was averted thanks to him. Ali Bryhe who had been dumbfounded opened his mouth.
“…You are not the cult leader’s child. “To be honest I was a little skeptical.”
“hmm? “Suddenly confident?”
“Because there is no way a person who inherited the blood of that monster would be grateful to others. There was no way he would bow his head. “You can tell just by looking at Lycopos.”
Alibrihe’s tone of voice as he said this was filled with disgust. As he said his relationship with the church did not seem to be very good.
“Then what is your identity? Is it true what this old man thinks?”
“Probably so.”
Ronan did not deny it. Since he had come this far he had no choice but to reveal it. Anyway you won’t know whether he’s alive or dead or his exact location until you tell him so this is probably okay.
“I am the savior the son of Cain.”
“Ah…oh my god.”
Alibrihe sighed. He continued slowly brushing his face with his palm.
“I don’t know how long it’s been since I last heard that name. “I never thought you had children… Are they still alive?”
“well. “Now it’s your turn.”
Ronan raised one corner of his mouth humorously. He gave one so now it was his turn to receive one. Alibrihe who was looking at him in bewilderment smiled slightly.
“… His smile resembles his father.”
“Is that so?”
The corners of Ronan’s mouth rose a little more. Alibrihe was about to say something. Kugugugu…! Suddenly the floor and walls began to vibrate as if there had been an earthquake.
“what?”
Ronan frowned. I felt the musty air stirring. A voice that sounded like a shout was echoing sporadically from somewhere in the distance. Alibrihe clicked his tongue.
“It looks like Ajidahaka has begun his pursuit in earnest. “It’s probably chaos outside right now.”
Ronan realized it was a sound coming from the ground. Chiik – When Alibrihe extended his index finger toward the bonfire the flames died down as if covered with a blanket.
“Let’s move the location first. “Follow me.”
He turned his back and walked deeper into his sewer. Ronan followed Alibrihe without waking Asher. Most wizards recover their mana while they sleep so I wanted to give them as much rest as possible.
“Umm…mmmm….”
“Sleep well. “Because I don’t think I can rest now.”
The sound of footsteps continued. Adren’s sewer system was larger and wider than any sewer system Ronan had ever experienced. I was particularly impressed by the size of the capital which was comparable to a large river.
‘It’s so big.’
The dragons were definitely big. Ronan was in the midst of admiring the scale and quality of construction. Ali Bryhe who was walking ahead opened his mouth.
“…A vacation is literally a vacation. I am now leaving the church and returning to my hometown for the first time since Nebula Clazier was founded. “Except for the cult leader they don’t even know I’m here.”
It was an answer to Ronan’s question at first. The sound of the water was so loud that I had to listen. Alibrihe began to tell about himself as he had promised.
“The bar you and I first met was a place I ran as a hobby. It was always a little fun. “I can no longer use it because of one kid who can’t control his temper.”
“I’m sorry about that. I did something and it turned out to be a hobby. “I also wondered why I was in that place instead of the blacksmith shop.”
“How do you know I was a blacksmith?”
“I just found out while fighting with the religious order. “It was famous.”
Ronan joked. He didn’t bother to mention that he shared some of the savior’s memories. It was still a hasty decision to show all of the cards.
“And my girlfriend is using the whip that the old man made. “She’s Yuria or something.”
“Ah…I know what you mean. “It’s a tricky weapon but it’s great that you’ve adapted to it.”
“I think so too.”
Various stories were exchanged. I wanted to hurry and get the main idea out of the way but it was better to lead the way naturally rather than accidentally messing things up. Suddenly Alibrihe asked a question.
“That’s right Ajidahaka. What exactly happened with that friend? “I really don’t know anything.”
“That is absolutely crazy. “He’s a bastard who would even sell his parents if he could defeat Navarre.”
When I remembered the situation at that time my fever suddenly rose. There is something else to hold onto. Ronan explained what happened at Sky Tower in a voice full of anger.
Jealousy toward Navardose a break with the church and even a strange ritual to receive power from the star. The explanation ended with Schlieffen’s story. Alibrihe stroked his beard.
“I’m sorry your colleague ended up like that. Still as long as they said he was captured alive he wouldn’t have died. “Keeping one’s word well is one of the few advantages of the dragon race.”
“I have to believe that.”
Ronan clenched his fists. That stupid bastard had to be saved at all costs. Alibrihe sighed.
“Hmm…Anyway Ajidahaka made a really foolish choice. “She had heard a rumor that Abel had been in contact with Adren but she had no idea it was true.”
“If he gains strength will the Dragon King be able to defeat Navarre?”
“well. But one thing is certain. “Once the ritual is over Adren will be destroyed.”
Alibrihe said calmly. It was so calm that it took some time to understand its meaning. Trudging. Ronan stopped in place.
“…What?”
“What is happening at the top of Sky Tower is not simply a ritual to increase power. They use the great power of the Dragon King and Adren as bait to summon beings from the distant sky. “Well I just need to become stronger.”
“A being in the sky. No way those giants…ah.”
“What did you just say?”
Alibrihe stopped walking. Ronan who made eye contact with him sucked in a breath. I was so excited that I ended up making a premature statement.
‘Damn this is rude.’
Ronan bit his lower lip. It was a very boring situation.
If Alibrihe remained loyal to the church at all he would try to get rid of him. Ronan’s hand slowly moved closer to the hilt of the sword.
‘Should I cut it?’
A suffocating silence hovered between the two. Ronan was ready to draw his sword at any moment. After a few seconds a completely unexpected response came back.
“Huh…Have they already dug that far? “The church’s foundation has also been revealed.”
“…what?”
Suddenly Alibrihe began to laugh. It was a really funny laugh that didn’t feel like there was any evil intent at all.
This didn’t feel very good. Ronan couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked him.
“Just stop laughing and explain. What exactly happened?”
“There’s nothing special. “Still I’ll tell you what I know.”
Alibrihe behaved surprisingly cheerfully. It really seemed like his feelings toward the church were not good.
Ronan was swallowing his saliva and waiting for his next words. He suddenly turned his back and started walking back into the sewer.
“What are you talking about?”
“I guess so. “But there’s someone you need to meet first.”
“Who should I meet?”
Ronan asked but Alibrihe did not answer. The figure behind me walking diligently was gradually moving away. Ronan’s brow furrowed slightly.
“What on earth…?”
He suddenly couldn’t understand what he was doing other than talking. However since there was no other option Ronan ended up following him.
Similar scenes followed. This was a space like a shadow of a brilliant city. Rats startled by the sound of footsteps ran around busily and human corpses were occasionally seen.
Most of them had only their bare bones left and they seemed to be servants who had been abandoned by their masters. Did he run away here because he didn’t want to be expelled from Adren? Ronan suddenly raised his gaze and looked at the ceiling.
‘It’s no big deal.’
A voice was heard coming through the drain looking for him and Asher. Since the sound was louder than before it seemed like more troops had been deployed. You would have to see it in person to know the exact details but to put it bluntly it was a daunting situation.
In the midst of all this who are you introducing me to? At that time Alibrihe who had been walking straight for an hour turned a corner. He said without turning his head.
“We have arrived. “It took a lot of hard work to get here.”
“What? So let me meet someone…”
That was the moment Ronan turned the corner grumbling. His legs became frozen as if they were rooted to the floor.
The smell of his blood assaulted his nose. In the middle of an empty space like a room where no movers had moved in a man was sitting cross-legged.
“you…!”
A small lamp was shining next to him. The man’s hair hung down to his sides hanging down like his weeping willow. He had his eyes closed but I had no trouble recognizing his face. It was the Demon Dragon Orsay.
‘Why is that bastard here?’
Orsay’s well-trained abdomen was heavily bandaged. Judging by the fact that there was a mountain of red-stained bandages piled up in a corner of the room it seemed like he hadn’t lost a lot of blood.
Herbs that appeared to be medicinal herbs were lying around haphazardly. Is this a new trap? The hand that was not supporting Asher was slowly heading towards the hilt of the sword. Alibrihe waved his prosthetic hand at him.
“Hey how are you feeling?”
His tone was full of affection as if he was greeting his friend. Orsay opened his eyes. He looked back at Alibrihe and growled lowly.
【You’re right in saying that. If you had not reported it this division would not have arisen.】
“It’s not even funny. I reported you to run away but it’s your fault for running wild. “I guarantee you that if I had left you alone neither the mouse nor the bird would have died.”
【Shut up old man. I’ve recovered enough so I’ll go now.】
Ronan who was watching the conversation between the two was confused. Although he bickered he didn’t seem to get along. How is this going? Alibrihe sighed.
“Hehe…you seem like an ungrateful bastard. “It’s up to you to leave but how about having a conversation with this friend first?”
【Conversation?】
Orsay frowned. Alibrihe stepped aside without saying a word. His eyes met Ronan who was standing behind him. A horribly awkward silence fell. Ronan opened his mouth first.
“Are you alive?”
【It hasn’t been that long. bantling.】
