Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (19)
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Rattle, rattle. Rattling rattling.
“Haaaa…”
Rattling rattling. Rattling rattling.
“Phew.”
A forest road with nothing to see. Although some time had passed since leaving Haunuman, the carriage was filled with sighs as it made its way to the empire along the dark forest road.
“Stop it. “The bottom of the carriage will collapse.”
“It won’t turn off. “It’s less loaded than one werewolf.”
“Otman, please do something. “It’s like this all day long.”
“hmm? Ah… I’m sorry. I was a bit dazed for a moment. The forest path is clearly visible. Originally, it was hard to see outside because there was a big werewolf walking next to the carriage around this time, but now… I can see it clearly. It looks very good. It’s bright and open…”
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“Haaaa….”
“Hmmmm….”
It was roughly like this since I left Haunuman. Everyone had agreed to let Borka go, but everyone in the group was clearly feeling the empty space, perhaps because they had grown so attached to him.
I was no different from those people.
I felt regretful about losing a reliable colleague who I could rely on, but as it passed, I also secretly felt regret about the things I had missed in Haunuman.
For example, that one that is still being talked about in chat rooms.
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– takealook: I heard it a lot somewhere. If it’s blue, that’s it. Rataya of the blue mane. Lataya’s genealogy. Didn’t you know?
– professor: Your last name is Dalun. Tushan Dalun. Marka Dalun. Aren’t the heroes there named something like Lataya? Like Shanatell Lataya.
– takealook: Don’t! It takes 120 years to go from World 1 to World 2, and 70 years to go from World 2 to World 3! Almost 200 years have passed since the events of World 3, so why wouldn’t a werewolf change? For a long time, werewolves were a matriarchal society, but that may have changed now. Borka is the tribal chief right now, right? Didn’t the kids take their father’s last name? My mother’s name is Dahlia. It was Dahlia Rataya. Tushan and Marka are the lineage of Rataya. Damn blue wolf. [Yes, when the full moon rises, you win everything~] That guy is famous!
– Jokass: There were quite a few hints. Borka said in his own words, ‘My wife was more beautiful and stronger than me.’ He even said that and openly talked about having a blue mane. Lataya’s Genealogy You know the power of individuals with the werewolf gene, right? There’s no way you haven’t seen a video of a super hard carry in World 1.
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Of course I saw it. A tall werewolf woman who came out scratching her head while eating lunch, deflected arrows with her bare body, cut down thousands of charging barbarians by herself, and then grumbled that the meat was cold.
If it is the Blue Mane bloodline that preserves the origins of the race, it can be said to be one of the few S-class hero units in this game.
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– Jokass: I think the character Borka itself was the starting point for continuing Lataya’s lineage in 3 World. Character history is also about finding a specific person. Too bad I missed it.
– professor: It’s unfortunate, but it was my choice. You know? How could I get Tushan Marka, who so desperately wanted to return to the forest, to join me as a comrade?
– Noru Drug: Revenge? Sympathy?
– professor: Yes. In Haunuman, there are master-level knights sent by the empire and there are also subordinates of the empire. It’s even intertwined with the prince. It would have been possible if Borka had died at the hands of one of them. Anyway, that’s a bit… isn’t it?
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The end of the Haunuman event. Borka was so stubborn that the player could not intervene. Perhaps, if he had just waited and watched, Borka would have completed his revenge on his own and he would have died as well. It’s an event that should have ended that way in the first place. I intervened there and broke the flow.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. But in return, I couldn’t even imagine throwing away the life of a colleague who had been living with me and had my back for the past few months. I don’t know if this is just a game with a piece of data. GG has already become like another reality to me. In fact, it is no exaggeration to say that it is my entire reality right now.
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– professor: So there’s nothing to regret.
– takealook: That’s right. I don’t regret it at all. Even though World 1 Lataya was a superhuman who could cut five hills with a single claw.
– Noru Drug: That’s right. When the Lataya clan of World 2 also appeared on the battlefield, Superman was like an undead eraser, but there was nothing to regret at all~
– Jokass: There was no way to regret it. Would our ‘saint’ care about such worldly benefits? Professor Holly says that all he can see right now is the happiness of his colleagues and their children.
– Holly: Ah, Ratura~
– takealook: Ratura.
– Heungan Mandu: May the light of Ratura be with you.
– Noru Drug: That toe looks good with the slanted robes. There was a lot of fabric included, but there was also a lot of exposure, which was nice because there was a sense of disconnect. After all, no matter what a famous denomination does, will it do the right thing?
– takealook: Uh-huh! That is not shameful, it is [sacred]! The professor’s exposed breasts are not obscene, but sacred themselves! This is a beautiful protrusion like the Venus de Milo!
– professor: Look, please look, you damn bastards.
– takealook: You are watching. Infinite repetition of the recording and even the ‘Holy Professor’ meme from the community. I am watching intently.
– professor: No, it’s not that…
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I turned my head to avoid the gloomy atmosphere, but this was beyond gloomy and gloomy. I don’t watch Community these days because I feel like I’m going to get sick.
The increased popularity seems to be a good thing… but the side effects were too severe.
If you brace yourself and lift the curtain a little –
[ Shock! Let’s learn
about Professor
Park
[Professor Park’s transformation and undressing video at 0.1x speed. You can see it with your eyes and in your heart. I don’t know what I can see, but I can see it anyway.]
“Ugh! Ugh! “Ugh!”
‘I can’t see anything!’
[Oh wow.]
It just bounced off with obvious internal injuries.
[Still, you’re welcome. Because both the hero points and villain points increased like compound interest, the worst misfortune was avoided.]
‘Long live GG, let’s fucking bow down.’ ‘Damn it.’
As Hyde said, thanks to the hero point correction and the villain point correction, the worst situation that would have led to my social suicide did not happen. According to the common sense of this world, it is impossible for a large naked man who flies from valley to valley like lightning to be the dark side or protagonist of the world. Like the Hulk’s underwear that never tears, the religious robe faithfully performed its role despite its lack of durability.
In my play video, the community is like that, showing off everything that the system has to offer and appearing like a villain with as much depth as the main character.
It is said that there are all kinds of rumors, exaggerations, and even a fanfiction called [The Saint of the Sleeping Connector] going around. It occurred to me that maybe living here forever might not be a bad choice.
[This is why names are so important. is not it? Professor Park, the permanent honorary head of the elite combat group ‘BDSM’?]
‘Kaaaaaaaa!’
The professor decided to focus on the forest road and the group again in order to delete the ‘Professor Park’ item that filled ten pages of the list of bad memory community posts that had entered his head in a short period of time.
There was something I wanted to know when I had time.
“Aldrich.”
“why.”
“I’m bored. Let’s listen to an old story. I heard he was a pretty famous nobleman? “What… family?”
“…Toldmire. “I’m sorry, but I won’t go into detail.”
“Uh… are you having a hard time talking?”
Aldrich shook his head. Half a century has passed since his family disappeared. It is now possible to tell someone that time is medicine. Especially when it comes to these people who have lived and died together.
But
“Lucilla. Sometimes, there are things that are more helpful not to hear. Professor, you would know, right? “There are things that become entangled just by knowing the fact, regardless of one’s will.”
“…I know. Usually, there are those who want such secret stories not to remain in the world, and those who are very uncomfortable with those who find out about them in some way take action. “I know it very well.”
“okay. I thought you would understand well. It’s not that I don’t trust the group here-”
“So I guess I’ll have to listen more.”
Aldrich’s face crumpled mercilessly at my answer, but I continued speaking regardless.
“I heard it’s been 50 years. Isn’t 50 years the time when memories will wear out? But I’m wary of even bringing up old stories. Doesn’t that mean that the same thing that happened 50 years ago, when Aldrich Teldemeyer was just Aldrich, and made a teenage boy from an aristocratic family live as a warlock is still going on?” “
You…!”
“Huh, really. You look at people too sparsely. I am a professor. Hey, he’s a genius who can predict what Falcatus is doing in the north while pulling a cart at the edge of the empire. I wonder if I didn’t notice a change in the behavior of my colleague right next to me? Aldrich, do you know that things have become strangely quiet since you came to the empire? Do you sometimes disappear without saying a word among your companions? “When I was on the plane heading to the elf forest, my face was relaxed, but after the crash, the moment I said, ‘Let’s stop by the empire,’ my face became as hard as a stone.”
“….”
Rattling.
The professor returned the harness of the cart he had been pulling to the horse and then entered the carriage, which was now spacious enough for him to enter without difficulty.
“What is there in the empire? Isn’t that what happened 50 years ago still alive and well in the empire to the point where it’s scary to even talk about it? Isn’t that right, Mr. Aldrich Teldemeyer? So, would it be better for us, who are crawling into the imperial palace, the worst demon cave in the empire, to be beaten without knowing it, or would it be better for us to be beaten after knowing it? yes? Aldrich.”
There were just three things Aldrich said about him last night. His name is Aldrich Teldemeyer, and 50 years ago his family disappeared without a trace. Since he simply disappeared without any political or physical rivalry, he still remains on the list of imperial nobles. While looking for the three nobles needed to terminate the contract, Aldrich told them exactly what was needed and then shut up like a clam.
Now that I have time, I should listen to the inside story. It’s not an average size, and it’s an incident that could lead to the disappearance of an entire noble family. You have to know before you can prepare for anything.
Rattling!
While I was inside the carriage and settling down, Notum and Idrasil had rummaged through the baggage and brought out Haunuman horse oil and a wide glass of what looked like dried fish.
“…Did you say something separately without me?”
“Gwok. An old story. frown. “I need a drink.”
“I heard in the village that intoxication comes from the very bottom of a human being. “If you fill the bottom, old memories that have sunk will rise to the surface.”
Drinks and audience prepared in an instant. While Ottman, who does not enjoy drinking, quietly went out and took a seat in the coach seat, Ottman, who was leaving, said as if he was amazed by the flowing and natural process.
“oh my god. Even you, Notum, in Hydrasil? “Professor, it looks like these guys have been following you around and have started to eat too.”
“why. There are many people who think that having lifted my collar once is something they can be proud of for the rest of their lives. “If you learned it from me, you learned it well.”
“Even though the world is crazy, you are still crazy.”
Hearing Ottman’s words, Aldrich tightly closed his eyes filled with agony. A wrinkled, firm grip grabbed the bottle and began pouring its contents into the glass in front of him.
“…You are right. “It’s crazy, the world has been going crazy for a very long time.”
Squeak. Grumble –
After filling his own glass, Aldrich begins to fill the others’ glasses as well. Lucilla flicked her tongue and pushed the glass away with an angry look on her face. Idrasil seemed to smell the scent for a moment and then accepted the bowl-like glass with an expression of agreement.
Aldrich smiled helplessly, knowing that the old warlock’s face reflected in the glass showed some kind of anticipation. Lean on it. What on earth are you expecting?
“Yeah… it’s dark out. A carriage passing through a quiet forest road. “This couldn’t be a better time to talk about this.”
“What… story?”
“Ghost story. Something unknown. “It’s a story about people who disappeared after being caught up in mysterious events.”
Aldrich immediately poured out the expectations contained in the bowl, as if accepting them, and with his hot breath began to unravel the stories contained within, one by one.
“52 years ago now. When I was thirteen, everyone in the Teldemire family disappeared without a trace. mother and father. Everyone, from family relatives and food service workers to market merchants who briefly stopped by the family to make a delivery. After receiving a report from the residents, the imperial inspectors hurriedly set out, and when they arrived in less than a day, what they found was a silent city with not a single trace of people. There are no official survivors. That was all there was to report about the Teldemire family estate. “After that letter, all the inspectors who went there disappeared.”
“It’s official. Then unofficially….”
“Two people. Two young children who knew nothing survived. Me and Nell. My little sister, bright as the spring sunshine. Neria Teldemeyer. The young siblings of the Teldemire family fled from that cursed land covered in blood and flesh…”
Click.
Aldrich took another drink and opened the lid of the locket he always wore around his neck. As his hand caressed the photo inside the locket, a gloomy blue light came out and something like a precious whisper was heard.
“okay. As you may have guessed, this child is my younger brother. It’s Neria. I thought my two siblings escaped safely. After that long nightmarish night, I finally escaped. “At least the two of us survived…”
He trailed off, but it wasn’t difficult to understand the omitted words. If both of them had been safe, the little girl wouldn’t have turned into a creepy evil spirit like she did when she was younger.
Percussion!
“…I will tell you in advance. I don’t know what you think of me, but I’m guessing that you at least think that love for black magic is different from normal. A soul mage is different. There’s a different side to those evil warlocks. So let me tell you in advance. I won’t blame you if you hate me after this story. No matter how clean you pretend to be. “I am also a warlock.”
His rough, slightly cracked voice began to calmly explain his past. It started 52 years ago. Aldrich, 65, was 13 years old.
“Oswald. Are you feeling unwell again?”
It all started with the young owner’s concerns about his servant who was coughing frequently.
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