Episode 154. Before the Storm (1)

Episode 154 Before the Storm (1)

[Ultrasanz crazy in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: Current status of villages near the capital.JPG

(Photo of an empty village with no people)

Neither a devil nor a worshiper. Not just this village, but all villages.

Since they abandoned the grain and livestock, wouldn’t it be okay for paladins who didn’t join the raiding party or belong to the tribal alliance to secretly come and take some?

(Photo of hens eating feed)

How about taking a chicken with you at this point? It is not an infectious agent and is healthy]

Good. The post has been written.

“Ugh… !”

I laid down the zombie I was controlling in a corner of the house and returned to the totem. They say it’s convenient because you can control it again as long as you keep blessing it even if you don’t feed it or give it anything.

Now, let’s check whether or not to leave a comment.

– Comments –

[Morning Tent Setup Technician: Oh, Sanz haha, how are you doing?]

[I trusted Mr. Monkey: Let’s proceed with the robbery of an empty house!]

[Lulu TV: It’s about to be cooked ㄹㅇ]

ㄴ [Dairy cow bikini dance: You have to make it into an egg wrap so you can replenish eggs every morning]

[Petite Noah: The chicken is so cute!]

Good. I am proud to have run five in a short period of time. Is this the life of a celebrity?

“What’s wrong? You look in a good mood.”

Lakhe tilts his head.

– Um.

What’s going on? It wasn’t a big deal, I was just working on ‘creating an alibi’.

After Lakke and Hanna almost revealed my identity, I thought a lot about how to run the virtual character, or rather, the sub-character called ‘Sans’.

We have come too far now to just say, ‘Actually, Sanz is just an imaginary character created by me.’ Sanz existed and he had to prove that he was a paladin.

The method I chose was ‘zombie control.’

Two days ago. After subduing the Dark Cloud Demon, I took out the Asha zombie that had been holed up in the warehouse and controlled it outside of Symphonia.

I carefully came out at dawn and told the guards, ‘I wanted to practice this blessing for a moment,’ and they let me go.

Since the Lachena possessors are not in a position to listen to the guards’ reports, it can be said to be a perfect crime.

It was very easy to move around as there were no demons, demon worshipers, or even the devil’s sight. I came to an area a bit far from the capital with a free pass.

From then on it was easy. It attacked a group of lesser demons and their worshipers who had not yet joined the capital and were camping.

After killing them all, give the blessing of ‘zombie control’ to the sturdy adult male worshiper who will play the role of Sans from now on.

Even after returning Asha, they moved the zombie ‘Sans’ and sent it to the vicinity of the capital. I didn’t control it myself, I just gave the command to ‘go there’.

When I thought I had reached the right place, I entered the community as a zombie and posted a post. Just like now.

[Ultra Sanz in annihilation mode on a moonlit night: It’s Malak’s messenger, Sanz]

I wrote down something roughly and posted it. A personal message came to Hannah right away.

Just like now.

[Not Netkama: What is it]

[Not Netkama: You said you don’t take pictures]

[? When did I do that]

[Selfies are burdensome, it was like this]

[Not Netkama: Suspicious]

[Netcamama: Why did you suddenly upload it after not uploading it before?]

[Not Netkama: That’s two too]

Our skeptical Hannah. I knew how to say that, so I prepared an excuse.

[Information sent only to Malak to be sent to you as well]

[Malak said that now that we are officially cooperating with the Possessors, it is okay to share]

It’s an excuse that seems somewhat flimsy and appropriate, but that’s why I can’t say it makes no sense at all.

Doubting me is doubting Malak, the god of this world. I decided to trust only the reliable Malak shield.

[Not Netkama: Always talking, talking, talking]

[Not Netcam: Then upload a selfie now]

Why that damn selfie again? Are you that curious about my face?

[ㄴㄴ]

[Netcamama: Did Malak tell you not to post selfies?]

Sarcasm.

[I told you before. I don’t like showing my face online]

[Not Netcam: No]

[Not Netkama: I am now a member of the Tribal Federation]

[Netcamama: How long do you plan on doing this show? They don’t even come all the way to the end, so I’m not going to send them away.]

The translation is like this: ‘How long are you planning on hiding it? ‘They don’t even come to the headquarters, and they don’t even send me selfies.’

Are you excited? There are a lot of typos. Are you creating a keyboard in the air and playing it?

Or, you used voice recognition, but it wasn’t recognized well because you spoke too fast or inaccurately.

[Relax~ It’s a bunch~]

[Not Netkama: Are you kidding me?]

[Not Netkama: Yes]

[Not Netkama: Don’t send it]

[Netcamama: I’m not curious anymore]

[Not Netkama: I just want to die fighting the devil without knowing anything for the rest of my life]

[Why death is death]

[Netcama: Wouldn’t it be quicker to die?]

Tsk. I’m upset. This guy really can’t control his emotions. It would be rude to think that today is the magical ‘day’.

Hanna is the type of person who, once she gets upset, it lasts for quite a long time. There won’t be a reply for a while.

[I will save my appearance for the joy of reunion]

[Don’t make fun of me even if I’m uglier than you think]

The message window was closed.

When this is all over, if there comes a time when I can accept the price of the truth, it will be okay to reveal my identity.

However… How much should I reveal?

The truth that Malak and Sanz are the same person, and that he is just an ordinary possessor who was chosen by Jinmalak?

I feel relieved when I say that, but how does Hannah feel? Who else learned the truth?

The god I risked my life to trust and follow was actually a possessor. If it were me, I would feel hopeless and terrible.

… What would be the reaction of Lakhe, who followed me more devotedly than anyone else?

How dare you try to rip me to death for insulting me as an ordinary human being? He might stare at me with an expression full of betrayal and burst into tears.

Just imagining both of them makes my heart ache. In any case, it was very clear that if Lake found out about this, he would be hurt.

When the moment comes when the truth is revealed, what should I do?

Ah, my head is spinning. End. My thoughts for today end here. If you go deeper here, it becomes just a stray thought.

Just like when I was young, I might stay up all night just thinking about useless things.

– It’s late at night. Lakhe, go in.

In times like this, the best thing to do is just zone out and fall asleep. Tomorrow morning, my head will feel refreshed.

“I want to sleep here today. Is it okay?”

Lakhe, who hesitated, stroked Totem No. 1.

– It doesn’t matter.

Rake is strong, so you will be fine even if you sleep in a cold, hard place like this. I gave permission.

It was time to turn off the community and go to sleep.

“…If you have any concerns, you can share them with me. “I am Malak’s guardian.”

Lakhe spoke softly. It seems like he felt my feelings.

It’s a matter of concern. This is a concern you also relate to. That’s why it’s hard to tell.

You can’t ask, ‘Even if he knows I’m not Malak but his chosen representative, he won’t kill me.’

– It is not time yet.

The end of this war is slowly approaching. Is it a white lie or a truth that could lead to catastrophe?

When the time comes, whether you like it or not, you will have to choose just one. But now…

– Just wait a little longer. I’ll tell you then.

I need to sleep.

“You can wait as long as you want. Because it’s Malak.”

I fell asleep feeling the warmth of Lakhe leaning against the totem.

***

“That’s all for today. Everyone, please go home.”

Rachel, who had handled all of today’s administrative work, stood up.

The leader must wake up first so that he can go home without being noticed by those below him.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye.”

The people who helped her with her work were happy when she left work.

“Huh.”

Rachel left her office and went outside. She felt a little chilly because it was night.

“I’ll take you to the bar.”

“It’s not that late. “It’s okay today.”

Rachel refused gently the barbarian warrior’s escort.

This is a tribal alliance where security has already been strengthened due to the murderer Paladin. Unless you go crazy enough, you won’t commit a crime.

Rachel headed to her home at a leisurely pace. That was until she saw a man standing in front of her door.

“…?”

Rachel was a little apprehensive, but she looked at it closely and felt reassured. The identity of the man who was waiting for her in front of Rachel’s house was Gozaburo Holy Knight.

“Rachel.”

Gozaburo called Rachel’s name in a calm voice.

“What’s going on?”

Rachel asked bluntly, shivering slightly at the sound of her long-awaited voice. It was revenge for ignoring her for a few days.

“I didn’t have the confidence to talk to you.”

Gozaburo slowly took off his helmet.

“I am… A lot has changed. So much so that you don’t even know.”

Gozaburo’s face was a mess of scars. He had scars that appeared to be self-inflicted, and others that appeared to have been caused by fighting powerful enemies.

“Isn’t it ugly?”

Gozaburo smiled sadly.