Chapter 190 – 189. Tightening Poison (3)

It was a long dream.

Should I call it a trip?

I went to a completely different place. There was light. There was light, and he himself patrolled the eastern frontier at the behest of the young Duke of Pantalone.

-…Something strange is happening, Arash. “I want you to help me.”

-…Your Excellency, why are you so cautious? You can talk as usual. Arash! Make sure you follow me! Deal with that! While doing so.

-…When on earth are you talking about old times? Thanks to you, I got scolded by my father a lot back then.

I honestly don’t know about being a hero or anything.

Arash Kamanga.

Coming from a family that was good at shooting archers, they were called masters of archery, and in the Frisian trend of despising archers and calling them cowards, they were called “Singung”, And their amazing archery skills were recognized by the previous Duke of Pantalone, and of course, Pantalone. He was recognized not only by the duke, but also by the Duke of Scherwitz and by King Iolaus.

In fact, the progenitor of the Duke of Pantalone was Philoctetes Pantalone, and Alceides the Great passed down the bow and arrows to them, and of course they also know how to use a bow.

Anyway.

Archery, which was close to a miracle, has gradually declined, so the previous Duke of Pantalone used Arash, and the same goes for the Scherwitz Duke family. Because he was a good man who did not necessarily take sides and helped anyone who asked for help, he did not make enemies and was a widely loved hero.

When asked if he was conscious of being a hero, he was not.

-… Let’s get to the point. A creature we’ve never seen before is disturbing the eastern border.

-There’s Lord Batistan and Prince Edward…

-Don’t even talk about that idiot.

…I knew it.

Would it be appropriate for this situation to be called a favoritist?

It seems like I had high hopes for Edward, but it seems like they were all in vain. Even Arash, who was a good person, had once scolded Edward for his senseless behavior, and when he reported it to his father, he was beaten.

…

He loved him as his son, but he still can’t forget the look on Eleuard’s face when he saw Arash acting arbitrarily.

Is this what a devil who just crawled out of hell looks like?

Apart from that, Arash asks about his mission.

-…Has a dimensional rift opened?

-…Those damned ink-eaters from Teiba say that if you just destroy the medium, the crack will disappear.

-Is that so. Well then, I’ll break it down.

-It could be dangerous.

-Isn’t that why you called me? If the powerful do not handle the danger, who will?

-…

“Whoa,” I sigh.

Eleuard opens the door and looks at his daughters, who are rubbing their eyes. Two sisters with blue hair, who inherited their father’s blue hair.

Among them, the largest one looks towards Arash.

And that too, very clearly.

And looking at them both at the same time, Eleuard relaxed his expression and smiled brightly.

-Hey, my daughters, did you come because you wanted to get a kiss from dad? Or did you come to give me a kiss?

-How old are you? Kiss is kiss.

How old are you?

He didn’t look like he was even 10 years old.

But apart from that, Arash admired the gaze that was exploring him as he looked towards the larger side.

Has he already realized that he is strong?

Looks like he’s on high alert. At the same time, I could already see him looking at her face intently, as if trying to memorize it.

The way he went back into the room to avoid his father, and the way he looked at himself closely, showed that he was really exploring himself.

He may not have thought about hiding it because he was still young, but just because he thought about it when he was young, this child was destined to become a huge figure.

-The next Duke of Pantalone is that boy.

-…You shouldn’t show favoritism to children, but you keep showing favoritism.

-I understand.

After saying that, Eleuard gave orders to Arash.

-Arash Kamanga.

-Yes, Duke.

-Right now, head to the eastern border and deal with the dimensional rift that has opened up inside the Elven Forest.

-I will follow your orders.

In fact, most people said there was no reason to deal with it. That’s because it was the elves who suffered damage in that forest.

Especially since they are bickering often on the eastern border, why are they taking care of something that is good for them?

Obviously…

It was because of the residents suffering in that border area.

In fact, some argued that leaving it could cause damage to the elves, but Duke Pantalone was adamant.

I knew it-

He shot and killed all the monsters that tore through the dimension and crawled out, and finally discovered and destroyed the summoning circle that summoned the monsters and the sphere that maintained it.

And the result –

-Ahaha, I found it. I was wondering what would happen if not even one person showed up… Shall we start with you?

She was a woman wearing a mask.

And-

I was sucked into the crack-

Many journeys have come to an end.

When she opened her eyes again, she woke up with a dream of her body being torn to pieces in front of the temple of the three goddesses Moirai.

Many people were suffering.

…

The choice he made at the end of suffering meant that the only result was his body being shattered.

That many people are sad, and that he must open the way for them.

I knew I had come back like this now to open the way.

And the little guy I used to know has grown up now, and we reunited as an older person. What about other people? And how are others doing?

I was curious.

One thing that bothers me.

Monster.

The monster was howling.

As her own body was torn apart, the monster howled, tears streaming from its golden eyes.

The trust was established.

Blonde hair, tanned skin.

And, golden eyes.

And whether he was hiding it because he was trying to hide it, or whether he wasn’t fully aware of it yet, I could tell that the being in front of my eyes was the [Monster].

But really.

Is this really a monster?

It literally looks like a lion playing in a flock of sheep.

As if they were annoying…? Anyway, let’s call it a sheep. Even though the sheep that are attacking them could rip them down if they want to, they even seem to be holding back and holding on.

And at the same time, I knew that energy was extending from his body, creating a spear of lightning, and throwing the spear to slaughter an angel. I also knew that he was a being so powerful that it was hard to even imagine.

And still, in the name of God, they were extremely greedy.

The dying soldiers and that blonde wizard who is working to save them-

He had an extreme hatred for priests.

Same goes for yourself.

Despite feeling a sense of kinship, Arash did not hesitate to take action.

If you leave it there any longer, you’ll be in big trouble.

As a result, the arrow flew – and as a result, the fight between the priests of the Church of Jupiter and the blonde wizard was stopped.

Know.

That this is just the beginning.

Something is going wrong with the gods, and many people are suffering.

He said that it would lead to his death as well, and this guy was involved in that death. But…

Hey, it’s not that bad.

Although he’s pretending to be a bad guy, this is actually a cosplay.

The fact that he doesn’t put an end to the situation and says that he will let him go if he doesn’t fight anymore shows that he is in the top 10% of people and has self-control even though he gets into a fight. This guy is a good person, as long as he literally expresses endless hatred towards priests, but restrains himself when he is told to stop because he is causing harm to those around him.

And Hector’s words after hearing that are fascinating.

“By any chance, are you in pain, Arash?”

…It’s just too much.

The guy who pretends to be such a bad guy but still saves everyone is actually the nicest guy.

And is the person actually saying that crazy while watching Arash? Looking at it with these eyes, it seems like he himself is not aware of it.

Isn’t this kind of guy why he can cry even though he’s a monster?

This is a bit surprising.

Why on earth is such an incredible sharpshooter helping me?

Of course, if you had shot me in the first place, I would have been the one killed.

It is a being that is so secretive and capable of using powerful shots.

Did you say that sufficiently developed technology is indistinguishable from magic?

This kind of power with just a real bow.

“Why should I say this, but you’re saying you’ll be my guard?”

And, I know this guy is strong.

Even if you fight this man, Liz and Gawain at the same time, you can’t guarantee which one will win. Just by looking at it, it is a being with strength beyond that of a human being, and the very situation in which such a being wants to help me with such a spotless and pure heart is completely unreasonable.

“Hmm, because it looks like you need help? Isn’t that why it’s not possible? Besides, is it strange to help someone who wants to help when Phrygia is in danger? Phrygia is my homeland, and I help those who help my homeland! This “Isn’t that enough?”

“…”

Have I lived in a world full of scheming tricks?

Naturally, I told Anna.

It is natural to be wary of a being whose existence could not be detected until the arrow was fired, but this person…

It wasn’t that dark inside.

“Anna, lower your sword.”

“But master.”

“It’s okay.”

And sometimes, you have to accept that the suspicious situation is as real as this hero, Hogeul, who is innocently trying to help you.

“Please forgive my rudeness, Arash Kamanga. My name is [Golden Sun]. And my name is Clark of Magia – Dawn Bringer.”

“Dawn Bringer? Uh, wait, what’s your relationship with that guy, Marcus? Is he still alive?”

Does this person even know my father?

It must have been 20 years ago, when his father was on a rampage.

And I answered that question.

“He passed away just recently.”

“…Oh sorry.”

I don’t really have anything to be sorry about.

It is natural for people to die, and I am in a position where I will have to accept that someday.

Still, I didn’t want to send it this quickly.

And when Arash saw me, he turned around and looked at me curiously. He looked at me at the same time and then nodded his head and said:

“Marcus, he’s exactly the same as when he was young.”

Maybe it was like I was a clone of my father.

Because I am a star and I have stolen human form.

Now that I think about it, I think so.

Anyway, that’s not what’s important.

“You said you would be my bodyguard, but if you originally belong to Phrygia, shouldn’t you side with Phrygian priests and priests? I was in Magia, and I committed the blasphemous act of destroying the family of the Goddess of Creation and sending them back to heaven. Can I take his side?”

“…It’s been like that before, right?”

“Does it matter?”

“It’s important. If he were a true god, he wouldn’t ignore the suffering of his followers, but those idiots who said it was God’s will did a lot of things. Even though Hector doesn’t say anything, he has a lot of things accumulated about them. Right?”

“It was a long time ago.”

Looking at Hector’s eyes, it looks like there was quite a bit of trouble related to this at one time.

What these priests do in a world where God exists, with God on their backs, is truly disgusting.

You’re working to save people’s lives, but it’s like putting a candle to it, and God wants you to die! When I see people spewing out those words in such an idiotic way, I feel like all the trust I had before has disappeared.

“What are you doing that for?”

“That’s quite a long story… But before that, I have something to tell you.”

Naturally, it is very long.

Not very long.

And before I explain it, I see blacksmiths looking at me in a fight with the priests of the church and wondering what to do. Not only the blacksmiths but also the soldiers are not allowed to wear the weapons that protect their bodies, claiming that it is God’s will. It looks like he doesn’t know what to do.

“…Hey, Hector. Is this the life you want?”

I have already shown the results of this work to Hector.

When I hit the armor I had strengthened with the spear [Durindana] That Hector carries, the armor was broken and the wooden doll inside was intact.

All you have to do is get the armor again.

But…

“People don’t come back. Dead people don’t come back. As they say, I am a blasphemous bastard who attacked the messenger of the gods. But, is this the life you want when you are not even allowed the equipment to save your own life?”

“…I don’t know about Magia, but at least here, the words of the priests who spread the word of God are absolute.”

“Yeah, I guess so. That’s why I really hate these damn priests.”

“…Please erase the magic.”

“If you want that.”

Snap your fingers.

Instead, already repaired weapons are left as is and only the magical effects and enchantments are erased.

I couldn’t start a fight, and I couldn’t allow internal strife, so I ended up just repairing the troops’ armor here, but the magic armor I showed them proved its power.

Considering the armor that was destroyed after catching the spear thrown by Hector with all his might, what a tremendous advantage it is to be able to block an attack that would result in instant death by destroying the armor.

Just allowing one to live without dying is a huge effect.

He did as Hector asked, and since Hector does not want to fight here, he obeys Hector’s orders once again.

“Hey, you don’t have to-“

“I act according to the contract. And the owner of the contract, Hector Scherwitz, asked me to do it, and all I have to do is comply with it.”

“…How do you think it works?”

“Even after being hit by the spear I threw with all my might, the wooden doll was unharmed and only its armor was shattered.”

“? What, isn’t that really good?”

It’s good.

Of course I can take a picture of it.

All troops have confirmed that, so you can’t erase it.

What will it be like when one’s life is openly taken away?

And if they were planning to bury me along with this country in the first place, they should not be alive, so they are manipulating the priests to sabotage this place.

I thought it would be something like this.

That’s why I obediently erased him, and tried to do just enough to destroy the fight, but somehow, the great hero of the past, a monster named Arash Kamanga, suddenly popped out.

It’s not easy to endure while boiling inside in this dirty place where there are only men, and Hector must have known that this was a really bad thing to do, so he looked at me and Arash and said,

“…Do you drink alcohol?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, Hector, are you sure you want to drink?”

“Arash is back here, so of course I should treat him to a drink. And… Personally, I feel like I did something wrong.”

“It’s okay, there’s no need for that, just give me a drink. Alcohol.”

Before he made any strange noises, Hector waved his hand and told him to serve me a drink, but Hector smiled bitterly.

“Okay, I’ll let you eat as much as you want.”

He may have acted soft because he thought he had done something wrong to me, but that expression did not last long.

Was it when we followed Hector into the mansion where the Scherwitz family, their relatives, and vassals were staying?

Wow-!!

“Ugh-“

“You crazy bitch, why do you keep coming towards me, why!? Are you finding me funny? Even though I didn’t want you to-!!!”

“W-honey- think again-“

“Are you in love with that guy too!? Ah! Yes, that’s great! Get out of here. I didn’t even want you from the beginning…”

I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m sure it’s a mess.

“…”

Hector’s expression distorted.

That was Oinone. Paris was stabbing his wife, Oinone, and as I looked at Hector, who had a devil-like expression on his face as if he had just climbed out of hell, and Paris, who was still stabbing his wife, I realized that the medicine I had given him was even worse. I think it will be needed.

And I sighed deeply.

There is no need for me to intervene.

There is no reason to intervene, this is family territory.

Hector had already raised both fists, rolled up his arms, and was striking Paris with his hand towards the back of his head.

Taaak-!!

“Ack!!! Who…Tongue, brother?!”

“You crazy bastard, what is a nobleman doing to his wife? You crazy bastard.”

“I have never loved or desired a woman like this – ugh!!”

“You’re so good at saying such damned things out of your mouth, you son of a bitch!”

This is going to catch people.

No, I’ll do my best…

“…Wow, that looks like the Duke of Pantalone.”

“…Duke Pantalone?”

“Ah! Do you even know? His name is Eleuard Pantalone… I was a bit young when I was young, so I guess he’s a lot older.”

Hmm…

After all, if you become this big, do you have wide feet?

“Well… You are my father-in-law.”

“??”

Of course, Arash’s expression when he heard those words was also worth seeing.