Chapter 392 – Taste of the Prayer Ceremony

The thick scent of blood blowing in the air drives the spectators watching crazy.

In front of the Yongins who are running wild in a crucible of such madness. Roman accepted the saint’s offer with a sour expression.

Jouberois Blanc, already excited about what was to come, took a few steps alone and looked down at the square, which was filled with shouts and excitement.

“If there is someone you like, I can arrange it for you.”

“Are there any dragon people I know here? It doesn’t matter who they are.”

“Hoooh… Anyone?”

A mysterious smile appears on the saint’s face, as if he had been waiting for it.

Roman let out a long breath, feeling more troubled than dangerous.

‘Ugh. ‘You bastard.’

Could this arrogant elf even consider how I felt about his words and actions?

Absolutely no, this elf will never show such strangeness.

Things like excessive power or wealth that make it unnecessary to even make basic efforts to form decent interpersonal relationships.

If you hold it in both hands from birth, sometimes a distorted monster like that is born.

Although it was a short meeting, Roman, who had encountered various races and humans, had a rough idea of ​​the saint.

In the first place, Juberoa Blanc himself would not care at all how his actions would be viewed by the humans of the empire.

In addition, regardless of whether it is a dragon or a human, it is basic to view elves as a race of beauty and blessed with longevity.

‘Does not matter.’

The saint’s mouth movements were uncontrollable and too boring to get angry.

If it weren’t for his role as an escort, he would have already put an awl in the top of his head, but he’s at work now.

If you leave those types of people alone, they will cross the line and demand punishment.

‘First of all… If this makes things easier, it’s not a bad thing.’

Besides, Roman had already reached a conclusion. The basis for the saint’s reckless behavior is simple.

She knows that her saintess, who first sent her letter from the Empire and requested to speak with her, wants to ask her for something.

When inferred from various conditions, it is possible to accurately estimate which side would be more difficult to back down from.

“I will exercise my discretion regarding participation without applying in advance.”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, then please wait here for a moment.”

The saint spoke as if she was being kind and glanced at Atra, then led her elves and moved her feet.

“Ro, Brother Roman!”

“Yes.”

As soon as her saint left her place, Atra grabbed Roman’s sleeve and bounced around in her seat, making a noise.

“Why did you accept such a ridiculous offer… This rudeness must be officially complained and received an apology!!”

“I don’t think it’s particularly rude. If I complain, will they at least hear me?”

A superficial apology given under pressure? If there is nothing that follows satisfactorily, this is a no-no.

“But still… Still…!”

Atra stamping her feet and not knowing what to do.

Roman admitted that he was somewhat impatient, so he raised his voice towards the saint.

“Atra.”

“Yes···?”

“First, let me apologize. Even though I am an escort, I think I made a very presumptuous decision.”

Atra, who had begun to feel gloomy at Roman’s words, shook her head.

Even though her foundation is not good, her facial expressions change more colorfully today than usual.

“I understand that your honor has been belittled… And I think I should say sorry here…”

“What do you mean?”

“Even though Brother Roman introduced himself as Platinum and my bodyguard, the fact that the saint behaved like that must have meant that I looked that funny and light…”

Juberois Blanc does not look down on the saint, but rather looks down on humans themselves.

Rather than pointing out that point, Roman decided to move Atra’s emotions and consciousness in a completely different way.

“Atra-sama. That’s what I thought after receiving the saint’s suggestion.”

“Which···?”

“Even if it means going through a slightly cumbersome process. Isn’t it quite attractive to be able to cover up something that could be criticized for being a mistake and not have to listen to unpleasant comments?”

“···.”

If we only look at the results that work out well, it is absolutely ideal for Atra.

However, it was not a matter that Roman, who was acting as a guard, had to step up to the plate.

“Didn’t I tell you that I would do my best to meet Atra’s purpose?”

The saintess was speechless as she read her expression.

Hesitatingly, Atra lowered her gaze and began to relax her body here and there with her carefree face.

“Atra.”

“···Yes, yes?!”

“Can I ask you one favor?”

The word please.

Atra’s eyes slowly lifted to look at Roman’s face.

“I don’t think you would prefer an event like this where you see wounds and blood. Even so, could you please be in the front row?”

Even if he gets caught somewhere like now, Roman’s role in the federal bureau is basically that of escort.

If something happens or a sign is seen, being close to the saint is a top priority so that we can respond immediately.

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The place Juberoa Blanc headed to was a structure located a little away from the noisy square.

In the name of a prayer ritual, there is a resting place for the Yongin people made up of the bones and skin of monsters they have personally caught.

The saint frowned at the strong, wild smell coming from leather that had not been properly tanned.

‘It would be okay to use a tent that is easily available… But it is also filthy and barbaric.’

Still, I hold back for situations where I want to see it with my own eyes.

The saint left the elves following him waiting outside and headed inside.

Sreuk.

“Is there algrat?”

He pushed aside the furry skin covering the entrance, pushed himself in, and called out the name of the Yongin tribe.

“What are you, you idiot? I hate places like this.”

When I came face to face with Juberoa Blanc, I felt that the excitement of the prayer ceremony I was enjoying cooled down in an instant.

The dragon called Algrat glared at the saint with a sharp look.

“No matter how much you are ordered to take care of it, isn’t it boring to just sit there? I personally asked for an interesting partner to make the prayer ceremony a success.”

“Hmm… It’s a bit uncomfortable for a guy who smells like grass to say that.”

The saint’s eyebrows twitched at Algrat’s unfiltered words.

The word ‘lizard’ got stuck in his throat for a moment, but since he was in a position to use it now, he had no choice but to ignore it.

“I am an adventurer who came from the empire under the pretext of escorting a saint. My rating is platinum.”

“Platinum?”

Algrat’s face and wings twitched with interest.

‘As expected, he shows interest.’

Juberoa Blanc, who deals with other races all the time, is familiar with their characteristics.

The more pure-blooded the dragon people are or the closer their blood is to pure-blooded. He has an innate temperament to gauge the strength of his opponents and inspire himself by nourishing his fighting spirit against the strong.

Alice, Roman’s lover, is of mixed race and has limited senses, so she makes excellent use of her senses.

For pure-blooded dragons, it simply serves as a compass for finding and intoxicating a good opponent to strike and beat.

This is also the main reason why many Yongin people live short lives despite being able to live for a long time.

It is also a blessing that survival of the fittest has been achieved through thinning and thinning, creating owners of transcendental force who practically dominate the federal state.

“There’s a black head standing next to a human woman with light blue hair. You can see it from this distance, right?”

“Light blue and black hair…”

The outside seen through the huge piled up bones.

The moment Algrat heard the explanation, he found a human woman who caught his eye. She then focused on the black hair around her eyes.

The moment when you send your gaze and consciousness like that.

The person named Baekgeum that the demon was talking about also moved his head and looked this way.

‘What is that person…?’

From Algrat’s perspective, it was a strange thing. It is understandable that our eyes met from a distance.

The problem is right after that. The sight of the human sent a chill down my spine.

“Algrat. What do you think?”

“···.”

Algrat, ignoring the saint’s question, put his mind to rest with a serious face.

The talent of the dragon race to gauge whether an opponent is strong does not lie in completely reading the skills of all visible beings.

Like the day Alice first encountered Roman, it is impossible if the other person’s capabilities are far too high.

Naturally, there are limits.

‘The crazy earl asked for a monster. Are you outright trying to kill me? Or are your eyes just knotholes?’

This sensation of muscles being forced to contract is not the first time for Algrat.

On the one hand, it feels profane. There is a person that comes to mind when I look at humans now.

‘Just like him…’

If you were to ask him if he would risk his life to fight with a strange man who would remind him of the one he worships, Al Grat would shake his head.

There are degrees of dealing with the strong, and the dragon people are not like moths to a fire even if they are criticized for being foolish.

The dragon people simply want to prove their existence by feeling adversity and hardship by using their power until it is exhausted.

An opponent like that was the type of person who would vainly dismiss Lee Seung without any chance.

But now is the prayer festival, so good luck comes.

There is a chance to throw away the element called mana and fight.

Even though I know the conditions, my molars and horns are shaking.

‘As long as I don’t die in vain…’

I wanted to collide with it.