Chapter 347 – Dull Feeling

Although Seria lacks experience, her level is by no means low.

The fact that he developed his Aura at an earlier age than average is amazing in itself.

He has talent that deserves praise wherever he goes.

Because she had such an innate foundation, she was able to pass the exam and enter Lofty Academy with only a short period of study.

In addition, Roman’s detailed guidance was added.

The red-haired beautiful girl whose presence is growing day by day is already within the reach of her academy, and it is worthy of being called her.

But that too is a story within the well called the Academy.

This mansion is full of superhumans who are difficult to encounter from the outside.

Of course, I consumed ice crystals and various elixirs that I received as a prize for meritorious service.
Chloe’s skills, which even include a vested weapon, no longer fall into the category of an academy cadet.

Same goes for Alice.
Based on her belongings, she gained experience with Roman and unlocked her vaguely blocked potential as a mixed race, and as an adventurer, she has long been outside the boundaries of gold level.

But even talented people who seem so great have their own secrets.

Watching Rike, the living witness and person involved, relax his muscles using inverted muscle mirror.

Roman asked Eclair.

“Alice is no longer with Ricke?”

“There is also a reason why Rike’s growth is so strangely fast. Since Alice’s identity is that of a wizard, it will be difficult to defeat Rike.”

“Well, if you can read the flow with your eyes… You can’t do psychological warfare with magic, and mixing movements will have little meaning.”

Fortunately, rather than being frustrated that she encountered Alice’s superior talent in character.

She has the right winning spirit to try again and win.

‘I’m sure my girls have a higher mental age than me.’

What if I were Alice? After defeat, he must have sharpened his sword in the same way with a burning desire to win.

But wouldn’t you have lost sleep at night, complaining about the unfairness of the world’s inequality?

‘It would be a disaster from Alice’s perspective. ‘I’ve achieved that level of skill after just one year of learning it properly.’

In the game, the only person defined as a ‘heroine’ in this mansion is Rike.

One of the characters created outside of the standard to match the abnormal growth speed and tempo of the playable Robert, under the assumption that he will overcome the trauma and correct his mind.

There is nothing I can say to the sprouts who face Ricke and lose, other than that there is really nothing they can do.

‘Good.’

The process is so smooth that there is nothing wrong with it.

Still, I feel uneasy because there are so many variables out there.

“What will Kitty think when she sees it?”

“If the Marquis of Skadi gave up her own sword and took over my sword… There would be no problem.”

“Hmm.”

To put it simply, Juergena’s sword is a ghost sword that aims at distorting the senses.

Enoch Skadi, who inherited the sword from the party, is also inheriting the Hwanggeom.

Hell Broom, a warlock who was Ricke’s first enemy. It was as if the old man’s specialty, trick of the eye, had been reborn as a sword.

‘The compatibility is also the best.’

In the end, what you have to do now is swing and refine it.

Training, training, training.

Training until right before death.

Seeing!

Roman, who pulled out a long sword out of the air, took a step forward and smiled.

“Okay! I’ll take care of Ricke’s training, so Kitty can go in and rest. You have to go to work tomorrow, right?”

“···I think they want you to leave quickly.”

Eclair’s expression changed from gloomy.

Roman, who was trying to walk forward, took a backward step and returned to his original position.

And naturally.

With my free hand, I wrapped Eclair’s waist and pulled her.

“Kitty. You’re getting cuter by the day, aren’t you?”

With our foreheads pressed together and our eyes meeting, Roman lets his voice be low.

Eclair blushed and lowered his gaze slightly.

“Well, I was just playing around…!”

“Is this really a prank? Whether it’s a prank or not, it’s so embarrassing that I need to get my butt kicked.”

Gulp.

Did I even imagine it?

Roman chuckled at the sight of Eclair moving his neck widely and passing the saliva.

He lowered his hand from her waist and grabbed his lover’s buttocks.

“Tsk!”

“If Kitty wants, make some time to be alone with me.”

“···.”

Now that she no longer has to worry about Seria just because she is there.

This is definitely a good thing.

“For now, go in and rest, okay?”

Roman’s low whisper was like hypnosis to her.

She nodded her head without realizing it, and then, huh! Eclair came to her senses and made a voice of her own.

“···Ah, I was planning to go anyway because Chloe and Ceria said they wanted to ask me something!”

“Well, there’s nothing I can do if my cute little brothers find it.”

Side.

“I’ll be in right away. I’m resting.”

“Uh, uh, ah, I understand…”

Kiss her briefly and let go of her buttocks in her hands.

Eclair, her face reddened to the limit, looked like a golem broken down from overheating.

I returned to the mansion with creaky steps.

‘You’re trying to burst a man’s heart.’

Not just Eclair, but everyone in the mansion.

Ideal women who do not lose their freshness and first appearance despite the passage of time.

It serves as a wake-up call for her to get her mind right, and it also helps her a lot in getting her mind together.

After confirming that Eclair was entering her mansion, Roman approached Rike, swinging her longsword in the air.

“Rike. Shall we start right away?”

“Yes! I’m ready.”

When Roman’s voice was heard, signaling the start of training.

Rike took out her vanitas, which were like her limbs, and positioned her.

*****

“Haaam~”

Atra raised only his upper body from the bed.

She was struggling to drive away the drowsiness that came with her yawn.

The reason why fatigue feels particularly heavy is not because of the weather, which has large daily temperature differences.

I think my heart may have been eroded by the successive incidents.

‘I’m sleepy···.’

As the warm sunlight streamed through her window, her eyes kept closing.

I wanted to lie down like this again and fall asleep.

Such desires came over her in waves and put her to the test, but Atra somehow managed to move her body, showing her perseverance worthy of her name as a saint.

After Sumara finished a simple face wash and changed her clothes, Atra, who had somehow won the fight against her evil being.

She opened the door and then moved her head to look for her Majella.

And right next to it.

Majella was waiting, ready to leave as usual.

“Mazella. Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

The two came down the stairs and sat down to eat breakfast.

After ordering from the simple menu, Majella looked at her saintly woman’s complexion.

“···You look particularly tired today.”

“It’s okay. This is no problem!”

Artra smiled brightly as two bowls and a basket of bread came onto her table.

After showing a lively gesture that there was no problem, we prayed and started eating.

“Atra.”

“Yes?”

Majella noticed that the restaurant at the accommodation had become quiet.

She wrapped her mana and opened her mouth to say the words she had been thinking about all along.

“I’m sorry for being rude at a dinner table, but I have something to tell you.”

“Mazela’s opinion is always welcome.”

Atra listens to Majella, who has a serious expression on her face, and listens to her words.

Her hand stopped dipping her bread in her soup.

“I have been thinking about it for a few days. I would like you to consider stopping the pilgrimage and returning to the capital.”

“···.”

Majella stayed as an escort for a long time.

This is something she has never suggested before.

‘I understand.’

The situations we have faced recently are so unusual.

Majella just cares about herself and is faithful to her role as her bodyguard.

“Recent events are too abnormal to be dismissed as coincidence.”

“It seems like a harbinger before disaster strikes.”

“It is as you said.”

It is not just the Harun Empire.

The entire continent, including the Bolasen Federal State that I briefly visited, is somehow strange. I feel like I’m sick.

The pilgrimage route of Saint Atra and her guardian Majella follows rumor unless there is a special revelation.

The most important of them are rumors about warlocks and demons.

Unholy beings rarely hide in obscure villages or small towns where the eyes of the religious order cannot reach.

Even if it’s just word of mouth without any clear evidence, you should go first.

But as you already know.

As rumors pass through mouths, they tend to be exaggerated.

When you actually go there, there are absolutely cases where it’s just an emotional fight or nothing special happens. Since I was there, most of what I did was convey the goddess’s words and undergo treatment.

But recently it was different.

Encountering a foot warlock on his way to a remote village.

I encountered demons of low intelligence three times in the mountains and forests.

‘It’s possible that it’s literally a coincidence…’

Atra knows that this thought is nothing but complacency.

“How do you say the church will respond? Is there a response to bringing up the story like this?”

Majella nodded her head at Atra’s words, took out her letter that she had kept in her arms, and opened it.

Then she cleared her throat once and began to explain.

“I said I would spread the current situation to the religious orders in each territory, starting from the capital. I will search nearby places with few people and stop by small villages or areas where there are no religious orders to check.”

“Huh… There shouldn’t be any brothers or sisters getting hurt.”

“Don’t worry. It’s a martyrdom that everyone does of their own will.”

“···.”

Atra is a pillar of the church, but she doesn’t like the word ‘martyrdom’ very much.

Majella brought up her story once again to Atra, who expressed her dissatisfaction with a sullen expression.

“Why don’t you return to the capital?”