Chapter 329 – Barracks

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Beatrix’s house, where Lyla left.

Beatrix, who had not yet recovered from the shock, left her head blankly in Cleon’s lap.

The maid and Dullahan were quietly silent while looking at such Beatrix.

In the meantime, Cleon looks at Galatea and talks.

“Ryla has also passed away… And Beatrix looks like this… We alone can’t break Illenu’s stubbornness. We need personnel and equipment.”

When Cleon said that, the maid cautiously nodded her head.

And, the eyes of the two were heading towards Dyurahan.

“Oh. Two people are looking at me with eyes that want to be allies.”

“What are you… Where are you? Under that helmet… “

As a result of Dullahan recovering some of her memories of her, the maid told her about the story that she was subject to burial.

Also, she said that it was her own power that brought back her memories of her.

Dyurahan was originally a form closer to spirits than specters and ghosts, so it had a different nature from the undead revived by necromancy.

Then, it was only natural that she was concerned about what kind of person she was her during her lifetime.

“Oh? Could it be that the evil swordsman’s magical power is trying to reach out to me as well?”

However, Dullahan spills Cleon’s interest in her by laughing and joking.

Like, useless search is unnecessary. It seemed to say back and forth.

“…Never.”

Cleon, in order not to irritate her nerves her, only answered lightly.

“Well, my position is on the ‘fun side’. Hey.”

“…The funniest one?”

“Yes. Hundreds of years in this unchanging world. In a place where everyone is abnormal- oops, that’s a bit of an overstatement. In a place where everyone has no memories, I’m the only one who has ‘real memories’. Haha. The couple I knew How do you think you must have felt when you saw him wandering around in a daze, with no ego or memory?”

When Cleon heard that, for some reason he didn’t feel like a stranger.

The fight against Demiurge at the academy came to mind.

At that time, he had allies called Beatrix and Riomes.

In this world, it’s impossible to forget them again while recovering memories.

Obviously, it would have been painful. Would have been lonely Maybe, he thought he wanted to erase his memories his once again.

However, although it may have been possible to retrieve memories, it was impossible to forget them on their own.

“… Being able to change this situation… Is more fun than being in the household of the Goddess of Death. Can you see it?”

‘Fun’ is a kind of pleasure that comes from breaking boredom and unchanging situations.

In other words, she is expecting the ‘change’ that will occur with Cleon’s existence of her.

“Is that so. Well, it doesn’t matter if you know my true identity later, right? At least, there is no existence called you in my memory. Magic Swordsman-kun.”

“Then… Unlike Beatrix and Lyla, you are not the one who shared our adventures.”

At Cleon’s words, the maid also nodded her head.

“Yes. Our party was Illenu, me, Cleon, and Beatrix and Lyla. There were five of us.”

She had no choice but to shake her head at the fact that her identity her was becoming more and more unclear, but Dullahan spoke while scratching her head tucked in her side of her.

“Don’t think too hard. One thing’s for sure, I’m the only second ally you can trust in this realm. Magic Swordsman.”

“…Okay. If you say that, I’ll believe you.”

Dyurahan nodded vigorously at Cleon’s answer.

Although, to be precise, nodding up and down the head his held in his hands.

“Okay. Then you’ll have to pay for trusting me. Now that I’ve added a colleague, what’s next for equipment?”

“…Is there something?”

In response to Cleon’s question, Dyurahan waved his hand and showed a magically drawn map in the air.

Although it was brief, it was a look that could confirm the rough appearance of the entire area.

As the size of the area is small, the map is also small.

“This area is the cathedral in the north. The cemetery in the east and west. And… There are barracks in the south.”

“…Barracks? No troops?”

At Cleon’s question, Dyurahan shrugged his shoulders.

“The places that have a big role in this realm are built on strong memories of her—her death goddess. Cathedrals and mansions.”

“…Then what about the cemetery and the barracks?”

“Yes, it is the land where the goddess was when she was dragged into the realm.”

At her words her, the maid and Cleon widen their eyes.

And, Cleon looked at the map once again.

In terms of area, it would be about the size of a slightly populated village in the countryside.

Even with such an area, it is a place where about a hundred people can live.

If one such realm was pushed into the dimensional rift as a whole…

How many humans would have lived there…

“…You have memories of your life. The goddess of death – why was Illenu sent here… And why did you throw this whole land into the dimensional rift? Do you know?”

“No. I’m sorry, but I don’t remember that part. Probably, the maid is the same.”

“… That’s right, my memories up to that point are clear to some extent… Only the part about to be thrown into the dimensional rift seems foggy… No, should I say it feels like a page has been ripped out of a book.”

Even if it was Dyurahan, who had recovered her own memories of her, somehow, at least that part was a memory that the goddess wanted to hide.

If I could figure out the reason, it might be possible to convince the current goddess…

“First of all. You mean you can get armed from the barracks?”

“That’s right. Most of the weapons left there are rusted, but there are some useful ones.”

“…Useful stuff?’

In response to Cleon’s question, Dullahan said, ‘Go and check that out’ and blurted out her words.

“Okay. Then let’s head to the barracks.”

When Cleon said that and tried to get up from his seat her, he sighed when he saw that Beatrix was still lying there, interfering with his knee her.

“Beatrix. I’ll be leaving for a while, so let’s restore his mana her in the meantime. I’ll see you again when I come back.”

“I-really…? Senpai…”

“Of course. You seem to have already figured out the senses. A little more practice will make it possible.”

Beatrix hurriedly got up and held Cleon’s hand while talking.

“Yes! I’ll be waiting for you, senpai!”

“Wow~ It’s an expression I’ve never shown even to the Goddess, right?”

When Dyurahan said that, the maid looked at her as if telling her not to say nonsense.

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Upon arriving at the barracks south of town, Cleon sighed as he looked at the dilapidated building.

“Even if it’s a barracks… It’s a barracks for the guards.”

In a way, it was natural, but compared to the barracks of the regular army, it was only natural that the quality of the facilities and the equipment inside would be inferior.

“…If possible, I’d like to get a weapon that doesn’t rust.”

Fighting her with her weapon that breaks with her single swing is not enough for her her few lives.

“Don’t worry, Magic Swordsman. Let’s go inside.

While saying that, Cleon sighed as he looked at Dyurahan, who was leading the way.

“As for her… I’m not really sure about her.”

As the maid spoke next to Cleon, she held her hand in concern.

“I know he was a strange person, but I mean.”

“No. That’s true, but… I’ve only seen them fight once. It’s rare, though.”

“… Durahan is an undead with strong military force similar to the Death Knight… His skills his must have been amazing, right?”

“That is…”

What the maid said was a bit absurd to Cleon.

The incident was that the undead, naturally resurrected from the cemetery, mutated because of Richie’s experiment and became a huge flash golem (flesh golem) and ran amok.

When I was wondering if I should borrow the power of the goddess because of the flash golem that keeps reviving no matter how many times I cut it or burn it.

The moment Dullahan appeared, he blocked the Death Knight and the Lich, and passed by the golem.

The mutated and swollen body of the golem was scattered and disappeared like powder, leaving only the soul.

“…Is that swordsmanship?”

“It seemed like he was touching the sword. I didn’t see it being pulled out or being swung.”

Could it be that you couldn’t follow it with your eyes, or was it just that you couldn’t see it?

Either way, being able to defeat the undead that even Lyla and Beatrix had a hard time dealing with in one blow means that he has a skill that cannot be ignored.

“What, you’re still here. What are you doing not following me?”

At that time, the voice of Dyurahan heard from the front.

She apparently went ahead, but after seeing that they weren’t following, she seemed to return.

“Sorry. I was a little concerned about the surroundings, so I just looked around.”

“Really? I think it’s an ordinary barracks… Be moderate and follow me. When the goddess comes to her senses her, she’ll come looking for you right away.”

Then, Cleon remembered what had happened right before he and Illenu broke up.

The woman who suddenly suffered, and the existence that rose from the shadows.

And, the shadow envelopes her as if she were protecting her Illenu and antagonizes her Cleon.

“…Durahan, have you ever seen a doll rising from the shadow of a goddess?”

To Cleon’s question, Dyurahan closed her mouth before answering.

“No. I’ve never seen anything like that. The appearance of the Magic Swordsman itself is a special circumstance, so I’m not surprised no matter what happens.”

“Then, that shadow … Is not just a defense mechanism, it appears when Ilenu tries to retrieve her memories of her.”

He must be the guardian who protects the seal of Illenu’s memories of her.

However, the power of the magical power he wielded was unusual, comparable to that of Illenu.

Worst case… I guess I’ll have to fight him too.

However, what worries me is the power wielded by that shadow-

“…Now, that’s all I’m thinking about. If you go inside the gymnasium, you won’t have time to think about that.”

“…What the hell could be in it?”

When Cleon asked a question about Dyurahan’s meaningful words, she answered with a grin.

“This world is a world of death and lost thoughts. What do you think is the most dangerous thing in this world?”

Dyurahan who came to ask a question in reverse.

The first thing that came to Cleon’s mind was Illenu.

However, that is only the story from the perspective of the intruder named Cleon.

The Goddess of Death is the law of this world, and those who disobey her will her are dangerous.

“…Could it be that there is one in there too? Another ‘one who opposes the goddess’.”

“It’s a little different to be precise. Rather than openly committing her treason against her like I am, the problem is that I don’t listen to her orders her.”

“A command from the goddess… ?”

It is the power of the goddess that maintains the existence of the undead in this world.

In other words, if you fall outside her eyes her, your body her as an undead will be taken away, and you may not be able to revive it anymore.

If there is no ego, only instinct is left, it will not go against the being holding on to its leash her.

“…I thought it was a perfectly quiet world. It seems that there are more irregularities than I thought.”

“Do you know why?”

At Cleon’s point, when Dyurahan answered, Cleon shut her mouth for a moment.

The world within the realm of exile creates its shape and its laws by relying on the will and memory of the person who formed it.

Naturally, everything in this world was constructed based on the spirit of Illenu, the goddess of death.

…In it, it was improbable that there was anything she had no complete control over.

Especially if the target is one’s own family.

If the role of ‘burying’ the memory-recovering beings among the undead is necessary, then even when Cleon wasn’t there, there were people among the undead who regained their memories and self.

“… Maybe, Illenu … Somewhere in his heart she thinks that forgetting her memories is wrong?”

Just as the undead lost their ego and memory and acted on instinct, Illenu must have an instinct.

That instinct basically works to prevent me from recovering my memories.

Considering that he brought Cleon back to this realm, and that the lich did n’t punish him even if he remembered his name her.

Somewhere, even deeper in your heart, you may think it’s wrong to look away from true memories.

As such, it happens that some of her undead will regain her own memories, regardless of her apparent will her.

However, to bury the undead who regained her memories using a lich and a death knight as if she were denying her own mind her.

When she regained her memories of her, she said that something even Illenu feared might happen.

While Cleon had such uneasy thoughts, she entered the gymnasium inside the barracks.

First, what stands out are the wooden scarecrows standing in a not very large space.

…Wearing rags worn out over so many years.

In the center of the torso, a red target mark was visible.

“Maid Jang, you’ve never been here before, have you?”

At Dyurahan’s question, the maid nodded her head.

“…Yes. Originally, this was not my area of ​​activity.”

And, the next thing that stands out is-

There were several iron swords that were rusted and discolored in the ground, like tombstones.

When there are dozens of them, it can feel like a spectacle.

Before Dullahan could say anything, Cleon walked slowly and grabbed the handle of one of the rusty swords that was about to break.

What I feel is regret, and fear.

A memento that the living person saw before becoming a lion, the last moment that remains most powerfully.

“…No way. It’s not like a graveyard-“

“That’s right. Under the ground in this gymnasium, the corpses of the guards are buried. These swords are all set in honor of the guards.”

At Dyurahan’s answer, Cleon carefully removed his hand from his sword.

It is not something that you, as an outsider, can touch freely.

“It’s okay to feel sad… But more than that, it’s a weapon. Now, look over there.”

While talking to Cleon, Dyurahan used his hand at the far back of the gymnasium-

It points to the sword stuck there.

If the other swords in the vicinity were swords of a size that could be wielded with one hand, such as a long sword or short sword.

The sword that Dyurahan pointed out was a bit thin, but it was a Zweihander-style sword that had to be wielded with both hands.

However, unlike other swords, the sword was not so damaged that it could not be used, although it might have rusted.

Besides, it was said that the one with a soft light was definitely not a normal sword.

“…Is it a magic item with enchantment?”

At Cleon’s words, Dyurahan blew a whistle and said, ‘Whew!’

It must mean positively.

“It’s just as you said. Thanks to that, even after a long time has passed, it’s still maintaining its strength. I think it’s just melted dust on the outside.”

Compared to the magic sword, its level and power may be inferior, but it was not common to see enchanted swords.

For Cleon now, who doesn’t have a proper one, it’s the most sensitive weapon.

“Why don’t you go and pick it up?”

At Dullahan’s words, Cleon nodded and slowly walked closer to the sword.

The closer you get to the sword, the more you feel… The same regret and lost thoughts you felt with the other swords.

Careful not to be swallowed up by it, Cleon stuck to the ground and stared at the sword a little taller than himself.

—Come to think of it, where is the dangerous guy Dullahan talked about?

However, put those questions in the corner of your head first.

Reaching for the hilt of the sword-

Rumble! The moment after I thought I heard a sound coming from under the ground.

A bony hand emerged from the ground and grabbed Cleon’s ankle.

“Kuh!?”

Sensing sudden hostility, as I quickly tried to free his foot, I felt that he was trying to tear off the foot that was being held with great force.

“Mana Shock…!”

Cleon succeeds in shaking off the hand somehow by projecting black lightning towards the hand holding him and giving them a shock.

And, if you take a big leap and fall back because of the vibration you feel from the ground-

Appearing from the ground was a skeleton slightly taller than Cleon.

Although the body was equipped with chain mail that had turned to bronze.

In the dark eyes, I could feel the anger toward Cleon.

“Could that be the dangerous guy you mentioned…!?”

“That’s right. The undead guarding that sword. It doesn’t come out of the ground even if you give other orders, only appearing when you try to grab the sword.”

“…Then, in order to take that sword-“

Soon, the warrior with white bones pulled out the Zweihender stuck in the ground.

I didn’t feel intelligent enough to communicate.

Probably, it is an existence that only left the instincts from before life.

“Now, for weapons, that skeleton has no choice but to be ‘buried’. Magic Swordsman.”

“Damn, do we have to fight without weapons after all…”

“Are there any weapons around?”

Cleon clicked his tongue at Dyurahan’s words and took a stance.

If the opponent is not a goddess of death, you can fight even if you don’t have a weapon.

“Come on, ox bone guy…! I’ll borrow you for a while!”

At the same time as Cleon’s words, the clicking and roaring of the white bones echoed through the gymnasium.