Chapter.6 In the Name of Glory (11)
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When I logged into the game and opened my eyes, the last moment I saw when I logged out was still happening.
Notum and the Reedflow School wizards and wolf beastmen gathered next to him to hear the story. And an old man, a warlock, gnawing at something like a shadow in the shade under the table.
[Understand? As soon as you get there, go to a secret place and shoot that bastard.]
As a warlock, I remembered what Ian said outside.
‘Uhm. Warlock. A warlock… I guess I need to check. If there really is a connection with the Mute guys, information will leak out.’
The professor glanced at the old man crouching in the shadows under his desk. Most of the water wizards were commoners, and the Ottoman wizards were also very good people, so they showed no great aversion to dealing with werewolves and trolls, but they did not approach them informally and easily. It has to be that way. It takes some time to become friends even when you meet people for the first time, but the people gathered here have different occupations, races, and reasons for coming here, right? There is no room for consensus.
From a distance, the distance was clearly visible. One group of water-type wizards, Notum and Borka, and one group of isolated warlocks. This is difficult. If we’re going to do something together, shouldn’t we at least meet and greet each other?
‘Uhm. There is something that is perfect for breaking the awkward atmosphere and making people become closer. ‘There’s no church member nearby, so I’ll have to do it, right?’
Clap clap!
After thinking, the professor clapped his hands to get people’s attention and then pulled a chair in front of the table where the warlock was hiding.
“Attention self! “Can you all gather here?”
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Rustle rustle.
Wandering around.
Although they are a little hesitant, most people follow along without a second thought. This wasn’t because the professor had any leadership skills. The situation made it that way.
‘Because these people are all caught in the same situation. It seems like the church has locked them up without saying anything, so they must be anxious and frustrated because they are locked up without any information. In times like this, if you come forward and act like you know something, people will gather together to see what you have to say.’
The professor gathered his thoughts as he looked at the people gathering. From now on, I’m going to give everyone here a little shock.
“Wow-. Five or six chairs. Notum sits down.”
“huh? Oh no. “You can just sit on the floor.”
“That’s right.”
Notum’s listening to him well also played a role in inducing other people to take action. Wizards from the Reedflow school, who were also fellow water wizards and had a crush on the professor, followed suit, and inevitably Borka, the werewolf, also sat at the table.
Of course, there were exceptions. This was the case with the warlock who was still hiding naked under the table.
“joy! “I have no reason to listen to you…”
“That’s enough, Sir. They say it’s uncomfortable for me to be bright, so what can I do? I brought you here on purpose so you can listen to it, so just sit there. “By the way, would you like to give me something to cover up?”
The professor rummaged through his inventory and took out a curtain wrapping cloth that he had previously used instead of a bag.
[item: Dirty curtains of the Count Mandalius family: Curtains of the Count family. Tough and sturdy. It is very dirty with dust and blood clumped together.]
‘Well, if I had known it would be like this, I would have washed it. ‘I wonder if he’s getting angry again?’
Feeling a little anxious, I held out the dirty cloth, and the old man became angry, snatching the cloth and putting it over his head. Even though he was covered in a smelly cloth, a satisfied moan came out of the old man’s mouth instead of a complaint.
“Umm. It’s much better. “Thank you, young man.”
“I’m even thankful. “First of all, I’m a wizard myself, so I have a rough idea of what the situation is like.”
Tobrun is a place where low-level magic items rot, and the Church of Light is as wealthy as its members. Several hours had passed since the sun set, but the interior was so bright that it was almost dazzling due to the magic lights installed in various places.
Extremely bright environment. The warlock’s sensitive and nervous reaction as he spoke about the mana of darkness.
‘If you throw a water wizard on a dry desert, he’ll react similar to that. This is because wizards have a culture that identifies their bodies with the elements in question. The church’s robes are mixed with a little bit of the Holy Power of the Light Church, so they emit a bit of light on their own, right? That old man couldn’t stand it anymore and threw it away. And then I crawled under the table where there was less light.
In that respect, curtains made of tough and thick fabric became the best escape for him. The warlock, who was covered in a cloth from head to toe, expressed his intention to participate by pushing one of the empty chairs out instead of sitting on the chair.
good. First of all, an atmosphere has been created for everyone to have a conversation.
When everyone sat down, the professor stood up and said,
“Now that everyone is roughly gathered, shall we begin the explanation? First, let’s start with the name of the name. My name is professor. “Just like you, he was brought to the church on a leash, and unlike you, he was recognized as having command over this group of prisoners.”
The professor looked back at the people watching him and immediately let go of his half-respectful remarks. A very intentional change of mood. As soon as he spoke, it was noticeable that discomfort seeped into the atmosphere that was mostly curiosity.
‘First, we have to make them understand reality.’
Something I’ve been thinking about from the outside. The imbalance of military types and supply issues were all based on the assumption that these people would take their mission seriously. But if you think about it, it could never be like that, right? What if you and I are all captured and face the risk of death?
‘I will definitely escape. No, there’s no need to go to a crisis, just get a little far away from Tobrunn, and you’ll say you had fun and go your separate ways, right?’
Subtitle of sense of purpose. It was the biggest problem and the first task to be solved.
‘I would like to grab each person one by one and persuade them step by step, but I don’t have time for that.’
“Hmm! Commanding authority. So, are you… going to give us any orders?”
The professor affirmed Ottman’s words, which did not hide his discomfort.
“yes. To be precise, it means that we have the right to evaluate the actions of those who have been caught as ‘suspects of subversive acts against the church’ and dispose of them if they are judged not to be faithful to their duties.”
“If it’s a disposition….”
“I’m talking about going back to where we belong. “Not the bright and fresh living quarters we are in now, but a dungeon where the grace of Ro-Haram is pounded until our brains turn to mush.”
Seaaaaak-
‘Wow, that’s boring.’
The atmosphere, which had been somewhat uncomfortable, was now as cold as ice. of course. Suddenly, a man I had never heard of came rolling in and said, ‘Listen to my orders and if you don’t like it, I will execute you.’ If you’re saying the same thing but are being friendly, that’s a bigger problem.
From here on, you have to walk a very delicate emotional tightrope. The professor smeared saliva on his dry lips and continued speaking, ignoring the cold atmosphere.
“Don’t you think it’s strange? I don’t know about anything else, but the church, which thinks of nothing but the death penalty when it comes to heresy or warlocks, is spreading dark mana to wizards who were caught in the clutches of red mutes and came out alive, werewolves and trolls that they don’t even consider human, and even openly throw dark mana at them. They only keep the warlock alive and imprisoned. That doesn’t make sense. Even those of you who are keeping your mouth shut like clams have probably thought about this at least once. “Why are they doing this? Why am I just making jokes here without buying anything? It’s so different from the rumors.”
At the professor’s words, an even heavier silence enveloped the hall. The fact that kept them anxious was, ‘Why didn’t the terrible things that should have happened happen?’ Because I put their questions, raw, on the table.
Self-doubt and anxiety have all been mixed up, and now all that’s left is to feed them with a spoon called reality.
Sweet.
The professor took out the church’s holy relic [Nelphia’s Light] that was hanging around his neck and placed it on the table. A sacred light that even a person ignorant of divinity and mystery could recognize at a glance was radiating brightly from the hollow oval decoration.
The professor spoke slowly and clearly to those who were overwhelmed by the brilliance.
“Let me formally introduce you. He is an F-class mercenary from Turan, a top-ranking wizard of the Reedflow School, and a professor blessed in the name of the Church of Light. “This holy relic proves that my will is not different from the will of the church, so if there is anyone who does not comply with the mission of the church, I have the right to execute them in the name of the church.”
Watching the wet, dark despair and sticky anger spread among the audience, the professor drove a wedge into the atmosphere.
“So, if you want to live, you have to obey my words, ‘suspected traitors’ friends.”
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Carrot and stick, an all-purpose method of persuasion that boasts tradition and trust. Until now, the whip had been wielded very harshly, exposing the reality they faced and using fear and intimidation to force them to carry out their mission.
‘Now that we’ve done this, shall we put down the whip and slowly throw in some carrots?’
The moment the professor tried to gently approach the frozen people again, he shouted,
“Huh!” Dirty human bastards. When they say they’re calling you together, does that mean you should obey if you don’t want to die? Okay, good. As you said, from now on he will disobey orders and act somewhat rebellious and aggressive. “Would you like to execute me for making fun of that arrogant mouth?”
The werewolf Borka got up from his chair and stood in front of the professor, speaking in a challenging tone.
‘Hmm… I guess I’ll have to put the carrot in for a while.’
The professor roughly got up from his seat and, looking at the werewolf glaring at him, he quietly took out the whip he had been holding in his heart.
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“….Borka Dalun.”
The werewolf was sitting right next to the professor. When the professor called his name slowly and menacingly, he answered the professor’s call with a wild laugh.
“Was my explanation insufficient?”
Borka grinned and responded provocatively to the professor’s calm words.
“No, there was no need to listen. “I swear by the spirit of the old forest that I will not become a slave to the Human race!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Borka rushed towards the professor.
Whoa!
As soon as the attack began, Borka’s right hand rushed towards the professor’s eyes, as if he wanted to see the end. Holding it so that the knuckles of the middle finger stick out means that even if it doesn’t kill you, you don’t care if an eyeball explodes.
‘It looks like he’s swinging excitedly at the surprise preemptive attack without hesitation, but his left hand is half-stretched as if it’s thoroughly reacting to my movements. This is a guy who is very used to fighting.’
[Help me?]
‘Help me. Just watch.’
[Giggles. Just tell me if you need to. Because a werewolf like that can be defeated with just one finger.]
The professor ignored Hyde’s whispers and countered Borka’s fist, which was charging at him like a beast.
‘The right hand, rushing loudly through a clearly visible path, is a bait. The real attack will be that left hand with flashing sharp claws that will take advantage of the opportunity to continue if I defend.’
He looks closer to an arena fighter who uses a one-handed shield and dagger rather than bare-handed fighting. Judging by the smooth, fluid movements, it appears that they have been fighting in a similar way for quite some time.
‘But this standard method can be easily destroyed.’
Sigh!
“Ugh profit!”
As a check, the professor tightly grasped the forearm of his right hand, which was rushing toward his face, with his large hand.
“The movement is good too. You have great fighting sense and are skilled. “Are you having a fight?”
“Ugh, let go!”
When Borka couldn’t free his arm no matter how hard he tried, he stabbed the sharp nails of his left hand like lightning into the professor’s exposed abdomen.
Phew!
The razor-like nails sliced through the muscle-covered abdomen and dug into the tip of the finger.
Pop. Pop.
“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr possible to let your guard down in-grrrrrrrr!”
Borka, who thought it was over for a moment, screamed in pain as the professor’s grip tightened on his arm.
“Aaaah! “Kaaaaak!”
“Unlike a werewolf, you stick to a fairly balanced fighting style. Well, okay. I like it more and more. A trained werewolf. “In return for surprising me, I’ll teach you something good.”
Wood clatter-
“Kaaaaaaaa! Let go! “Let go!”
Borka’s eyes widened as he struggled to tear off the professor’s left hand, which was clamping his forearm like a vise. The professor’s stomach, where a fist-sized hole had been pierced by his hand, was moving and healing as if it were alive.
“A monster…!”
“Yes, it’s a monster. These are the guys you will have to deal with in the future. And the standard way to deal with monsters is-!”
Quang!
The professor grabbed Borka’s arm with one hand and lifted it up, then swung Borka sharply and slammed him into the ground.
“If it encounters a greater power, it will be shattered in vain.”
“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu heruuuu her her heri heri heri heri heri her her herald hers)”
“Oh, is she strong? The foundation is very good. +1 point. “Refine your skills a little more.”
The professor grinned at Borka, who had fainted and shattered the hard stone floor.
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“Ah, it’s refreshing!”
Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I used my body. It feels like the old congestion is flying away.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuu…”
The professor smiled brightly as he saw Borka, who had lost consciousness for a moment, shaking his head and squirming.
“werewolf! As expected, he’s tough! How are you? You haven’t done your best yet, have you? Do you want to do the second round?”
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Even if I have to die, I will not become a slave to humans!!!!”
Borka’s forehead was torn and blood was flowing, coarse hair sprouted on his face, his mouth grew long, and sharp teeth filled the mouth like saw blades.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!”
His height has now become similar to that of a professor, his muscles have bulged out even more, and his claws have grown on his fingertips and are as sharp as razor blades, almost the size of a kitchen knife.
[wow. That thing was in your finger? Just by looking at it, it’s bigger than a finger?]
‘It didn’t protrude from the finger, but grew as part of the transformation ability. ‘It won’t be stored?’
Chagak!
The professor observed the true nature of werewolves and spoke in a calm tone as if he were talking about someone else.
“If you cried so loudly, everyone in the neighborhood would wake up. You know that the priests of the Gwangmyeong Church pray until late at night, right? “It won’t be long before the paladins will come rushing in to catch you and kill you.”
“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrble….it doesn’t matter. He was as good as dead from the moment he was caught. If I’m going to die, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to kill the hero who is said to be the hope of the Human race…”
‘Hmm. From what you’re saying, it looks like you really gave up your life.’
What do we do. He needs to slow down here so he can dig in.
“Ah, Dahlia Tushan Marka….. wait. “I’ll come see you soon…”
Flash!
The professor, who was rolling his head so hard that he could hear the spinning sound, heard Borka’s last words muttering in his ears.
‘Dahlia Tushan Marka? It’s a name used in the South, right? ‘You’re going to meet me before I die?’
Spot –
Paang!
“Wow!”
Without having time to organize my thoughts, Borka rushed forward. The speed is incomparable to when he was in human form just a moment ago. The professor, who barely managed to avoid the nail by turning his head, looked at the hair that had been cut by the razor blade-like nail and was shaking, and quickly blurted out the words that came to his mind.
“plural!”
Sigh!
Instead of answering, a fingernail flew out.
‘Shit! Isn’t it revenge? Then…’
“This clan’s long-cherished wish! “There’s a lycanthrope’s holy relic in Roderick…!”
“Seeing that he won’t close his mouth until the moment he dies, I guess I’ll have to cut off his tongue to shut him up!”
Sigh-
sigh!
‘Ugh! Shit! my hand! What should I do? Should I just hit it? If I just destroy him here with force, he and I will be bye-bye forever! Ugh… I can’t lose the only sane member of the platoon like this… I can’t lose…!’
As the professor, covered in blood, was evading Borka’s attack, an old cliché suddenly flashed in his mind.
“Kidnapped me!”
flinch!
Borka’s attack stopped for a moment at the words the professor uttered like a scream. Seeing his reaction, the professor internally cheered.
‘You win! This was it! Dammit, why didn’t I think of this? A sub-race that lived well in its own territory but suddenly moved to the city! If the place you arrive at is Roderick, the mecca of racism, then of course it’s a story related to slave traders!’
The professor, who finally found an opportunity to dig in, smiled like a villain and held on to his momentarily shaken heart.
“Yes, kidnapping. A child or family member of the clan was kidnapped by slave traders or something. Did you come out looking for them? “Am I going to be hated in the eyes of the church by moving around the city like that?”
“…..It’s already too late. I failed and will soon go to their side…”
“Then are you really going to give up like this? Are you going to let go of everything and return home alone to the great spirit of your hometown? So, the children who are kidnapped and will live as slaves will remain slaves until the moment they die?”
“Keuuuu…. How dare you say something like that from the mouth of a human!!”
The professor was so angry that he internally rejoiced at the sight of the werewolf with a bright yellow glow emanating from its eyes.
‘okay! That’s it! Be more angry! Think more and more! If you die, there will be no future for those kidnapped children! You can’t die on your own, this is it! Borka!’
It ignites the flame of anger in the dying will and fills the leash of responsibility to prevent giving up.
‘Rather than running away, I’ll make you beg to be allowed to do the church’s mission!’
The professor smiled even more evilly as he saw Borka approaching with anger that made his skin tingle.
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