Chapter. 18. World 4 (11)
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What?
“What did Voltaeus do when he was fifteen?”
“They attacked me. “I was so, so scared!”
“dog sound! “I guess they spread the ‘rumor’ that it was all over the place!”
“If everyone in the world knows that, then it must be true. Anyway, just like he said, he spread such a scandal. “Until there is no stranger in all of Straug Fortress.”
rumor. It’s a rumor…
“….you got a scratch?”
“Do you have a good head? “Is it because he’s a wizard?”
After looking at the conclusion of the conversation, I got a sense of it to some extent.
“So, like I said earlier, ‘Do you want to get married?’ “That was what you said in that sense, right?”
“yes. “Did you really think I said I would have a 100-year relationship with a nine-year-old?”
no. Deb Show looks like a fallen elf who could easily end up enjoying it with a nine-year-old.
Of course, it is fortunate that the elf who will be treated as a superior from now on is not a follower of the GG version of Seo Ok-je.
After listening to Naelda’s ‘Operation to Recruit Voltaeus’, I thought that he might be an even worse elf.
19 years ago, Volteus Straug, then 15 years old, ran away from home after being beaten like a dog as usual, and hid in the cargo hold of a rail ship with the intention of leaving his family.
Of course, it was caught, and amidst the scuffle asking people to get out and take him away, the cargo tipped over and a precious fragment fell out of it. The fragment that would put a curse on an ordinary person at the touch of it was gently sparkling in Volteus’s arms.
Naelda, who saw this, shouted ‘I got the seal!’ and flew in like a protection.
“I have to take him at any cost, but Voltaeus was a bastard who had grown to the age of marriage, right? Since he was trained as a knight, it seemed like the Straug family would immediately put a bounty on him if he was taken in? “If you become a Shard Knight, your bounty will increase several times.”
So what Naelda chose was Ye’s ‘Do you want to get married?’ It was.
Unlike Naelda, who seemed happy, the other train drivers still looked as if they were shaking.
“It’s still clear in my memory. He said that he had to keep the sense of reality and that he was rolling around on the floor of the train. He suddenly told him to turn on the engine and that he was staring at the fire until his eyes were bloodshot. He pulled on my clothes with my hands and asked me to rip my clothes because the mechanic’s uniform was strong and wouldn’t tear. “Why don’t you ask me a favor? I knew right away that you weren’t a normal elf, but at the time, I thought you were crazy.”
“Sense of presence? What sense of presence?”
“There is such a thing! Young master, you don’t need to know!”
iced coffee. That kind of realism.
‘It turned.’
After completing her realistic ‘victim cosplay’, Naelda goes to visit the Straug family with Volteus, a 15-year-old runaway, on her arm.
Thanks to the fact that they chose to cross only the streets with many people, the rumor had already spread throughout the Straug fortress city.
“I said this while holding back some tears. The son of this family stole my virginity. “I was so exhausted after my expedition that I couldn’t resist, so I had to follow the rules of the elves and make this guy my mate.”
“…Do elves have such discipline?”
“Are you sure?”
This bullish elf must have completely gone crazy.
In any case, the bastard whose only useful thing was his blood ties to another family was engulfed in scandal and lost his usefulness.
Voltaeus, who was embroiled in a scandal with Naelda, a ‘beautiful female elven train commander’ who was a frequent guest in all kinds of train magazines, ended up becoming a headache for the Straug family.
Is there any way to leave behind a piece of luggage that is useless and will only tarnish the reputation of the family? Of course it’s release.
Naelda, who was waiting for Volteus to be expelled from the Straug family, swallowed him up and flew at top speed from the Straug fortress city to the Oton Hill fortress city on the other side. Just one month later, they made an official statement in an interview that they had divorced.
“Isn’t this a pretty good method? “No one lost anything, especially us, because we took away the son of a noble family without spending a single penny, right?”
….are you okay? Is that okay?
“Uh… Lord Voltaeus has been labeled as an elf rapist by the world?”
“Ah~ Why do you have that much! “If you want to achieve freedom, you have to endure that much stigma!”
Voltaeus Straug. After being neglected all his life, he ran away from home and became an elf rapist and divorced man at the age of 15.
In exchange for the freedom of riding cramped, hot and smelly trains.
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Voltaeus What kind of life have you been living?
The sight of Volteus closing his eyes tightly as if meditating seemed to show traces of the humiliation and patience he experienced while living on the train.
“You roughly understand, right? If you’re ready, should we get started right away? “Are you going to change into clothes that can be torn?”
“Now wait a minute! Stop! stop!!”
preparation? Ready for what? Are you ready to start with the scary title of ‘9-year-old elf rapist’?
Absolutely not. There is already an evil energy passive, and if such a reputation spreads, it is obvious that people from that world will flock to it in the future!
Naelda, who was pulling out a scary costume of unknown purpose from a pile of randomly mixed luggage, looked pitiful at my dissuasion.
“Baby, the thing about life is that you have to give up one thing to get one? If you look at Volteus now, you can see that as his reputation grows, such small inconsistencies disappear without a trace, right?”
“Has there been any marriage to Lord Volteus over the past few years? “Even though his position in the family is ambiguous, he is a Lord Slayer level Shard Knight?”
“There should be this? How many revisions?”
“What about a mixed marriage without illegitimacy, remarriage, adultery, or other defects?”
“Uh um…”
“Nothing! What a small shame! “After completely ruining the future of decent human beings!”
“I… am fine. “I’m quite satisfied with my current life…”
See, even though I’m an elf, I can’t lie.
As I watched Volteus gritting his teeth and muttering that he was okay, my eyes almost filled with tears. Naelda was saying that would be my future.
I absolutely hate it. I’d rather not take the train and spend a few years training here.
“It’s okay to tarnish your reputation, but let’s do something other than attack, right?”
“well? Why? “A bastard’s greatest use is the marriage contract, so it would be most effective to cause a scandal there, right?”
“Based on common sense, does it make sense that a nine-year-old would forcibly attack the elf train commander in charge of this ignorant train? “Lord Voltaeus was just a teenage boy trained as a knight!”
“Honey, you don’t know much about the scandals of noble boys, do you? Are there any more examples than that? All I know is-”
“Why does your head only turn in that direction?” “I heard there are other good ways, right?”
“Good way? what?”
“Uh… that’s….”
What is it? What is there?
‘Think about it, boy, if you don’t want to start out as a cross-racial rapist, you can think of anything!’
The method used by Naelda was clearly an extremely efficient method.
Although there has been integration of races, it is a world where perceptions of other races have not yet changed. It was clear that the justification of ethnic customs was not an easy one to get into.
‘tribe. It’s a race…’
Now that I think about it, aren’t there other races here besides elves?
I turned my head from Naelda and looked at the drivers sitting roughly around me.
there is. A race other than elves.
A furball and a dwarf.
The tools you need are… um. It was all around.
I squeezed out of Naelda’s arms and picked up an arcane shooter that the engineers had not yet taken care of.
“Naelda. “I want to ask you something.”
“hmm? What?”
….Slap!
“Is there anyone among these people you’ve wanted to shoot at least once?”
“He.”
Naelda raised her finger as if she didn’t have to think twice. This is a face I know.
Click, click!
“If it’s a blemish on your reputation, there are ways to do this…”
“Oh?”
“Not bad…”
Both Naelda and Voltaeus agreed to the plan that was quietly mentioned.
“…Was it Mr. Gary, the stoker number 4? Umm… I’m sorry! “In many ways!”
“Uh huh?!”
Paaang –
The second gunshot of the day rang out through the station.
In this way, stoker number 4, Gary Coralhand, had to pay the price for using his mouth carelessly.
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It’s midday, when you feel tired from lunch.
Bang bang bang!
“Hmm?! “Who are you?”
“who? “It’s me, you bastard!”
“This is the Brastall family, right? Come out now! “Before I tear this guy’s head off!”
Tolad, a guard of the Brastol family, rushed to the iron gate at the sound of a voice daring to insult the Brastol family in Fardau territory.
A loud,
angry voice can be heard, but nothing can be seen through the eye holes of the iron door.
‘You’re a dwarf.’
Tollard felt relieved. Aren’t dwarves a short and timid race? It was clear that he had probably come to discuss something that was not a big deal. For example, they might complain that the rationed alcohol was too long or that the workload was too much.
“Hmm, who dares make a fuss in the Voltaeus family!”
To prepare for any unexpected situation, I turned on the riot control equipment and opened the side door of the mansion. There was a bar inside the door, and it was calculated that the shock wave from the riot gear would be enough to blow away a small dwarf.
Four dwarves came to the door. There are two dwarves with angry faces and bushy beards, one dwarf covered in bandages who looks somewhat weak, and a young boy tightly bound by a sturdy-looking rope…
“Master Do? “Are you Master Professor?”
“okay! “Let’s have fun in this house!”
“Tell the landlord! Here, a bean-sized kid attacked the train driver of a rail ship without even knowing the subject! There was a train attack in Fardau! “There’s already blood!”
“Huh! W train attack!”
The guard, who was trying to immediately wipe out the dwarves with a shock wave and rescue the master, had no choice but to stop under the weight of the words.
Train attack. How scary is this word?
The magic train is like the blood of humanity, transfusing resources that the city does not have, and is usually loaded with valuable supplies.
Because of this, it often happens that some unscrupulous people sneak onto the tracks and attack trains, but the problem is that the territory close to the place where the accident occurred takes responsibility for this. Protecting trains and tracks is the duty of nobles. When an attack accident occurs, it is usually believed that the family of the fortress city is beyond its power in managing the fortress city, and for the safety of the magic train, all operations to that territory are suspended until the cause and solution of the accident are fully identified. .
This means that Fardau will not be able to exchange supplies from other cities for at least a few months.
“Master Tao? Did you really… shoot that dwarf? directly?”
….nod.
‘You stupid brat!’
I wish he had at least lied, but this uneducated third master was sitting there admitting it in front of countless witnesses.
There was no way anymore.
“Now wait a moment. “I’ll bring someone who can handle this!”
“Oh, just tell the family head to come out!”
“Can’t you see Gary here! A magic bullet was lodged in my body! “I can’t see you struggling with magic addiction!”
“Do as the dwarves do! “According to dwarven law!”
Waak! Ouch ouch!
The dwarves hurriedly shouted at the guard’s back and whispered to the professor as soon as their presence disappeared.
“Is it okay to do it this way? “If you try to silence us by killing us all in Brastol…!”
“I have a weak heart, so I’m not good at things like this…”
“Priest… Please call the priest first… It hurts so much…”
“Yes. Everyone is doing well. And Gary, I’ll call the priest later, so just wait a little longer. Are you saying that the lowest output magical bullets only have the power to suppress people? “It’s nice to see a face that looks painful.”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… They say wizards are eccentric lunatics…”
Dwarves, a naturally timid and timid race, often complain, but rarely get angry like this. However, they were also a race famous for going wild if they got really angry.
Cheolkeong-
kkieeik!
“The matriarch said she would meet three dwarven visitors and the master!”
With the voice of the guard, the heavy iron gate of the Brastall family was opening.
“Are you really going in? Should we go in too?”
“yes. Don’t think about anything else, just follow what I told you. Make your face explode and speak loudly and say only the same thing you said before. The rest of you say, ‘Oh, we don’t want to listen!’ You are answering. “You understand, right?”
“Ahhhh….”
“I want to go back to the front of the engine…”
The dwarves, who were in tears, supported the injured Gary and almost dragged me, who was bound, over the gate of the Brastall family.
The eyes of the people who were busy wandering around the mansion turned to one, and among them was Katrea, who was staggering around as if she were about to faint.
‘…I’m sorry Katrea!’
can do. must do it. Didn’t I promise to do anything to save this world?
I turned away from Katrea’s gaze and strengthened my resolve as I watched the ferocious performance of the extremely timid dwarves.
Take a deep breath and strengthen your whole body.
Using the method taught to me by Naelda, I widen my bloodshot eyes and bare my teeth –
“Heeheehehe!” I will kill all lower races like flies! A dark entity in the city! trash! “Lower creatures!”
I was jumping around like a live fish in front of the people of Brastol and Katrea, who had raised me with love.
“This guy couldn’t come to his senses after being hit like that!”
“They say Brastol is a nobleman with a long history! “How dare you be such a fool!”
“pest! pest! “Vermin!!!”
A boy who is tied up, shaking his body wildly and his eyes flashing.
The sight of him spitting and swearing indiscriminately was so unsightly that anyone would frown.
Moreover, the boy, who was emitting an unknown evil energy, looked so strange and strange that one could believe he was the child of Satan.
“Master Do is our master ahhh….”
Grumpy-
‘Keuuuuuu! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Katrea! I’m so sorry!’
Other maids were seen supporting Katrea, whose legs were loose, on the railing on the second floor.
The next best solution I chose to avoid Naelda’s crazy predatory spirit.
A situation in which he must become a piece of family scrap equivalent to at least a ‘9-year-old elf train captain rapist’.
The one I chose was one that went very well with [Evil Energy Lv. 3], which is the birth trait of ‘the son of an aristocratic family who grew up without his parents’ affection and whose personality was distorted and became a racist psychopath.’
….As an aside, when Naelda heard this plan, she gave a standing ovation enthusiastically.
Like a crazy elf.
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