Round 304

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“It’s an adventure!”  

Ara, fully armed with a collection bucket, a butterfly net, and a straw hat, roared with excitement.  

Seeing the fire in her eyes, I worried that she had misunderstood the purpose of this trip—wasn’t this just about gathering chestnuts?  

“Wow, an adventure!”  

Only Cheong clapped along in enthusiasm while I quickly scanned our supplies to make sure we hadn’t missed anything.  

This chestnut expedition had quite a large group.  

First, there was me and the children.  

By children, I meant Ara, Cheong, Mammon, Frey, Ras, Ashu, Gomgom, and Soo—all of them.  

‘Looking at it like this, it really is a big group.  

When did we become such a large family?’  

But that wasn’t all.  

A few of the Kkumuris and some slimes had expressed their desire to join. On top of that, five fairies had tagged along with Frey.  

– \” (>w<\”)  

– (>ᄇ<)  

And then, there was our family.  

Jae-seong, Seon-ah, and our parents.  

Plus, Orie, Kyler and his daughter, and even the restaurant staff.  

It was a chestnut expedition involving everyone.  

“They’re perfectly ripe right now. If we go at this time, we can just pick up the ones that have already fallen.”  

Kyler spoke with confidence.  

While I was in China, he must have made sure everything was well-prepared.  

“The location is about 10 km away. It would take a while to walk, but if we think of it as trekking, it’s not too far.”  

For those who couldn’t manage the walk, they could ride with Woofy and Purr.  

And so, after finishing our preparations, we held a proper departure ceremony.  

“We set forth!”  

“Let’s go! Let’s go!”  

Kyler, who knew the way, took the lead, while Emily and Ara ran excitedly beside him.  

It was a true mass migration.  

Since it had been a long time since we had all gone on a trip together, it felt like we were going on a picnic.  

Well, it was a picnic in a way.  

“When we were kids, we used to go chestnut picking all the time. It brings back so many memories.”  

“I used to gather the most and roast them over a fire.”  

Dressed in hiking clothes, my parents laughed and shared nostalgic stories, which caught the attention of the Seven Sins children, their faces full of curiosity.  

Their perked-up ears were adorable.  

I wanted to create fun memories for them too.  

“The leaves have turned red. It’s fascinating that there’s a forest where autumn colors appear even though this place technically has no seasons.”  

“Maybe the tree species just naturally look like they change colors in autumn?”  

“I even checked that the leaves were falling. I’ll investigate again to be sure.”  

“Oh, if the leaves are actually shedding, then it must really be turning into autumn.”  

As conversations continued, the children ran around, catching plants and insects.  

Ara, of course, immediately tried to put one into her mouth.  

Mammon tried to stop her.  

Frey looked troubled, while Ras solemnly nodded as if approving.  

Ashu, on the other hand, was already excitedly planning how to cook it.  

“They’re playing so cutely.”  

Not a single day was quiet, but neither was any day ever boring.  

I walked with the children’s laughter as my background music.  

The grass and flowers around us looked vibrant and fresh.  

Drip, drip.  

A small stream ran alongside our path, and before I knew it, Ara was already inside, catching tiny fish.  

“I caught one! Ahh!”  

“I can’t eat that.”  

“Then I’ll eat it! Yum.”  

Was it like eating sashimi?  

I remembered fishing for smelt with my father when I was younger—it was a nostalgic memory.  

As we followed the stream, we caught and ate more fish.  

Since they were freshwater fish, it was mostly the kids who enjoyed the meal.  

“There it is.”  

Before we knew it, we had walked 10 km.  

A vibrantly colored forest, adorned with autumn leaves, spread out before us.  

“Wow.”  

It was truly a stunning sight.  

Just as Kyler had said, a thick layer of dry leaves covered the ground.  

“The foliage is beautiful.”  

“There are chestnut trees in there, right? Let’s hurry!”  

My mother and father quickly walked ahead toward the forest.  

Seeing them, Kyler smiled proudly and followed behind.  

“Kids, it’s time for the chestnut hunt!”  

“Chestnuts! We must collect them!”  

Technically, they might not be actual chestnuts but a similar type of nut, but for convenience, we decided to just call them chestnuts.  

If we later found out they were different, we’d come up with a new name.  

Ara would probably be in charge of naming them…  

‘No, I have to find them first!’  

I had to be the one to name them!  

Determined, I chased after the children, aiming to be the first to discover a chestnut.  

The forest was filled with the crisp, autumn scent.  

As we wandered through the woods, we started spotting various nut-like fruits scattered around.  

“Chestnut burrs!”  

The children immediately began picking up the spiky, round fruits.  

“They  really do look like chestnuts.”  

Their brown husks had already started splitting open, revealing the glossy nuts inside.  

I stepped on the spiky shell to peel it open, revealing the smooth, edible nut inside.  

It looked like a chestnut from every angle.  

I cracked open the shiny shell and extracted the flesh.  

“Chestnut!”  

A raw chestnut appeared.  

Even the texture was just like a real chestnut.  

Before I knew it, everyone had gathered around to see the nut I was holding, abandoning their search for other things like pinecones and nuts.  

Crunch.  

Chew, chew.  

Hmm, the taste was…  

‘Sweet.’  

It was even sweeter than I expected.  

But it still retained the signature chestnut flavor.  

“It’s really a chestnut, huh?”  

“I want to try too!”  

“I will eat as well!”  

Seon-ah and Ara reached out their hands.  

I peeled a few more and shared them, then got back to work peeling more for everyone else.  

“Let’s do it together, bro.”  

Jae-seong joined in, quickly peeling more chestnuts.  

Thanks to him, we soon had enough for everyone to try.  

“This is delicious.”  

“It’s really sweet. A perfectly ripe chestnut.”  

The kids munched happily, stuffing their cheeks.  

For a moment, I worried we wouldn’t have any left to take home, but looking around, I realized there were still plenty of chestnuts scattered everywhere.  

“Alright, let’s see who can collect the most chestnuts!”  

“I will be the champion!”  

Ara, still chewing, immediately sprang into action.  

Cheong quickly hopped after her. The other children scattered in different directions, eagerly picking up various things.  

Thud!  

Rustle, rustle.  

“R-Ras…?”  

With just a light tap on a giant tree, Ras made a shower of chestnuts rain down.  

Slash!  

“E-Emily…”  

On the other side, Emily swung her wooden sword at the falling chestnuts, skillfully peeling them mid-air.  

Everyone had their own method, and thanks to their efforts, we ended up collecting a massive amount of chestnuts.  

“I brought the most!”  

– We’ll have to count to know for sure.  

– The victory is mine.  

The children argued over who had collected more.  

Seon-ah, smiling, started counting the chestnuts they had gathered.  

Meanwhile, Jae-seong and the restaurant crew weren’t just gathering chestnuts—they were also collecting and analyzing other types of nuts.  

“Hmm, this one has a rich, buttery taste, like a cashew nut.”  

“This smells like hazelnuts! It’s hazelnut for sure!”  

Among the nuts, there were also some berries. Mammon and Cheong carefully examined them for safety before anyone tasted them.  

The berries had a tangy sweetness, but they were a bit astringent when eaten raw.  

According to Jae-seong, they could be turned into a great sauce depending on how they were cooked.  

“And that’s it! Great job, everyone.”  

The gathering was officially over!  

A mountain of harvested nuts and fruits piled up before us, almost blocking the view.  

This much food would surely last us for quite a while—though, considering Ara and the slimes’ eating habits, it might all be gone in just a few days.  

Swooosh!  

Bokkeum absorbed everything in an instant, leaving the area clean.  

Ras, the winner of today’s chestnut gathering competition, proudly declared his future role.  

– I shall be responsible for chestnut collecting from now on.  

Was he really that happy about winning?  

The children, instead of feeling bitter about losing, applauded him enthusiastically.  

Clap, clap, clap, clap!  

“So many chestnuts! We need even more chestnuts!”  

– I bet they’d taste amazing dipped in honey. Hehe.  

– Fine, Ras, this victory is yours.  

– Then can Ashu just focus on cooking?  

With the kids chattering excitedly, we left the forest together.  

On the way out, we gathered some dry leaves to prepare for roasting chestnuts.  

“I make the best roasted chestnuts, you know.”  

My father rolled up his sleeves, ready to take charge.  

We set up a small fire in an open clearing and placed the chestnuts among the burning leaves.  

“Will roasting them make them taste even better?”  

“Of course!”  

“I can’t wait to try them.”  

Ara, swallowing her saliva in anticipation, looked adorable.  

She had already eaten a lot earlier, but apparently, she was still hungry.  

Crackle.  

The fire was weak, burning just enough to leave embers.  

The chestnuts slowly started roasting among the glowing ashes.  

We quickly swept up more fallen leaves from the forest to keep the fire going.  

Jae-seong and I joined in, making more roasted chestnuts together.  

We could’ve just cooked them using magic or proper equipment, but there was something special about doing it this way.  

Crackle, crackle.  

The sound of burning leaves was oddly comforting.  

With the red autumn forest in the background, I felt like I had been transported to the heart of the season.  

“Ahh, the night sky is beautiful. This is perfect.”  

As I admired the sky, Cheong wiggled closer and snuggled into my arms.  

I gently stroked his head and reached into the ashes to retrieve the roasted chestnuts.  

Their blackened shells were covered in a bit of ash, but when I cracked them open, the golden flesh inside was revealed.  

“They smell amazing!”  

“Such a delicious scent!”  

“Wow!”  

Ara and Emily eagerly gathered around me with expectant faces.  

The other kids were already crowding around my father and Jae-seong.  

I peeled open a chestnut, revealing its steaming golden flesh.  

The sight was mouthwatering.  

It wasn’t quite as brilliantly golden as the magic-infused sweet potatoes we had before, but it had its own charm.  

“Shall we try it?”  

“Yes!”  

I blew on it to cool it down before handing the first pieces to the children.  

Ara, who always ate enthusiastically, immediately popped it into her mouth and started chewing happily.  

Emily and Cheong, finding it a bit too hot, hesitated and let it cool in their mouths first.  

Finally, I took a bite of my own roasted chestnut.  

It was still a little hot.  

But once the heat faded, I could feel its smooth texture against my tongue.  

It was exactly like the roasted chestnuts I remembered.  

But then—  

Juicy.  

A burst of sweet, concentrated flavor exploded in my mouth.  

“Mmhh!!”  

This was incredible.  

The natural sweetness of the chestnut had been enhanced through roasting, intensifying with every chew.  

And the best part? It wasn’t overwhelming.  

It had just the right balance to make it addictive—dangerously so.  

Soon, we were all mindlessly devouring chestnuts together.  

At first, the kids waited for me to peel them, but eventually, they got impatient and started peeling their own.  

Before we knew it, all the roasted chestnuts were gone.  

“Chomp.”  

We had eaten so much, yet it still didn’t feel like enough.  

That was the power of roasted chestnuts.  

“I’ll take some of these back and try making a new dessert.”  

Jae-seong’s voice rang out at just the right moment.  

At once, everyone cheered.  

– Chestnut dessert!  

– Honey! Will there be honey in it?!  

– I think a chestnut purée would be a great idea.  

Even the Kkumuris were so excited they started spinning in circles.  

Amused, Ashu joined them, twirling around.  

“Why don’t we add it to the menu permanently?”  

“Ah, that might be tricky. We grow most of our ingredients ourselves, but we can’t cultivate these chestnuts and nuts regularly.”  

“Hmm, I see. But with this much, we should have enough to last until we come back next time, right?”  

“I’m planning to use them for seasonal dishes, but not as a regular menu item.”  

“Yeah, that makes sense. Let’s do that.”  

The restaurant was opening soon.  

It would be a simple, modest launch, but it still felt meaningful.  

From the awakening of the Slime Overlord’s powers to where we were now—  

This restaurant was a culmination of all that history.  

No wonder Jae-seong was so attached to it.  

I couldn’t wait to welcome our first customers.  

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Patron 167

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Alon gazed intently at the statue of ‘Kalannon, the bearer of Lightning’ that Siyan was holding.  

“It does seem somewhat similar, I suppose.”  

Of course, the statue didn’t have a face, so it was impossible to discern any resemblance in facial features.  

Still, the reason Alon thought so was that no matter how he looked at it, the clothing Kalannon wore closely resembled his own.  

“Well, the coat I’m wearing now is the one the Red Tower Master gave me, so it’s different, but if we consider the previous one… there do seem to be many similarities.”  

After a brief moment of pondering with a peculiar expression, Alon responded.  

“…I suppose the clothing is somewhat similar.”  

“The clothing, huh… Hmm.”  

Siyan stared at Alon before shrugging and placing the statue on the desk.  

“Well, it’s clear that you, a marquis of the Asteria Kingdom, couldn’t possibly be the ‘Kalannon, the Bearer of Lightning’, newly revered in the Luxible Principality. Just think of it as a lighthearted joke and let it go.”  

“Understood.”  

Satisfied with Alon’s straightforward reply, Siyan nodded a couple of times before changing the subject.  

“So, I’ve heard that you’ve been caught up in various matters recently. Can you share what you’ve been up to?”  

“Understood.”  

Why was she asking this?  

Though a bit puzzled, Alon dutifully reported.  

And then…  

“…The Chosen, huh.”  

“Yes.”  

Having recounted everything, Alon posed a question in return.  

“May I ask something as well?”  

“Go ahead.”  

“Did you call for me because something came to mind?”  

The last time they met in the office, Siyan had certainly said:  

“If something else comes to mind, I’ll summon you.”  

“No, not particularly.”  

“…I see.”  

“This time, I simply called you because I wanted to see you. It’s been a while, after all.”  

An unexpected answer.  

“I see.”  

“Is that a problem?”  

“No, not at all.”  

Siyan stared intently at Alon, who denied it indifferently.  

“Fufu~”  

“…?”  

She let out a soft chuckle.  

Alon’s face showed confusion.  

“Just kidding.”  

“…Pardon?”  

“I’m saying I didn’t summon you without a reason.”  

“Ah.”  

“Your reaction is a bit underwhelming, though.”  

“My apologies.”  

As Alon bowed his head, he briefly wondered if Siyan had always been like this.  

“You don’t need to apologize for that.”  

Enjoying her little tease, Siyan smiled as she rested her chin on her hand and spoke.  

“As you guessed, there was something else that came to mind.”  

“What is it?”  

“In the inherited memories, it was said that you visited the World Tree of Greynifra and obtained something you needed there.”  

“The World Tree of Greynifra…?”  

When Alon asked again, Siyan nodded.  

“Yes. Do you not know it? The land of the elves, located in the south, is called Greynifra.”  

“Ah.”  

Only then did Alon realize why the word ‘Greynifra’ felt unfamiliar to him.  

“…The land of the elves, huh. It makes sense that I wouldn’t know much about it.”  

Of course, it wasn’t the first time Alon had heard of it.  

Yet the reason Greynifra felt unfamiliar was that the land of the elves was part of the ‘DLC area’ in the game ‘Psychedelia’.  

He hadn’t purchased the DLC.  

In other words, while he had occasionally heard the name ‘Greynifra’ during the game, he had never actually visited the land of the other races.  

In addition, the relationship between the Allied Kingdom and the other races is not very good, though not as hostile as the Empire’s. As a result, it is rarely mentioned at all.  

Because of this, Alon had even less information about it.  

“Something necessary is there… huh.”  

As Alon quietly pondered, Siyan added,  

“Of course, there’s no need to go immediately.”  

“Is that so?”  

“Yes, to be more precise, you don’t have to go at all. It’s ironic for me to say this after bringing it up, but that place isn’t exactly friendly to humans.”  

“…Indeed, I’ve heard as much.”  

Recalling the tense relationship between the Allied Kingdom and the other races, Alon nodded, and Siyan shrugged as she leaned back in her chair.  

“So, think it over at your leisure. But if you do end up going, I’d appreciate a report.”  

“Understood.”  

After a bit of small talk, Alon left the office.  

Once his figure completely disappeared,  

Siyan, staring at the door, stroked her chin as if lost in thought for a moment.  

“Well, that should suffice.”  

She soon stood up, leaving behind an enigmatic smile.  

***

Attending the ball, Alon was inwardly overwhelmed by the much larger crowd compared to last time.  

However,  

“Greetings, Marquis!”  

“Hello!”  

“I’m—”  

Before he could even glance around, he was bombarded by an unrelenting stream of greetings from the nobles.  

It took over 30 minutes of receiving individual greetings from the Kalpha nobles, led by Duke Zenonia and Count Altia, before Alon finally found some freedom.  

Letting out a sigh, he thought to himself,  

“As expected, balls are exhausting.”  

Moving to a corner of the ballroom, Alon picked up an egg tart from a table at the edge and began eating when—  

“It’s been a while, Marquis Palatio.”  

“…Hmm?”  

A man approached him.  

The face wasn’t immediately familiar but felt oddly recognizable.  

With a brief moment of thought, Alon identified the man.  

“…Duke Merkiliane?”  

At last, the man’s identity came to him.  

The second brother of Filian and the current head of the Merkiliane family. Duke Merkiliane smiled and gave a slight bow.  

“It’s an honor to be remembered.”  

“…It would be hard to forget.”  

It wasn’t an empty statement.  

Though it took him a moment to recall, Alon could not forget the Merkiliane family.  

Not only because Filian could be recruited as a companion for the protagonist, but more significantly—  

Because it was where Alon’s statue stood.  

A statue of Alon that didn’t even exist in his own Marquisate of Palatio.  

“…That’s true.”  

Duke Merkiliane responded with a sheepish expression, while Alon glanced around and thought,  

“They said there would be many foreign nobles, and it seems they were right.”  

At first, he had been too busy greeting the Kalpha nobles, but now that he looked around, it was clear there were many unfamiliar faces at the ball.  

Among them—  

‘…King Shtalian V?’  

The King of Ashtalon was also present, and standing closely behind him was a knight who caught everyone’s attention.  

Even at a glance, the knight’s towering figure exceeded 2 meters. His overwhelming presence felt out of place amidst the ball’s grandeur, though no one could guess his identity.  

After all, the knight wore a helmet that obscured even his eyes.  

But Alon recognized him with ease.  

Zakurak the Scarred.  

A lizardman who had crossed over from the land of the other races Siyan mentioned earlier. In Psychedelia, Zakurak was a key figure who became a major force when facing the Five Great Sins.  

“In addition, he’s a character designed to tempt players into buying the DLC.”  

In Psychedelia, when facing the Five Great Sins, NPCs form the core of the party composition.  

Depending on the nation where the Sin manifests or the player’s actions thus far, relevant NPCs join the party to assist.  

Zakurak, too, was an NPC who provided assistance if the Five Great Sins appeared in Ashtalon, distinguished by his unique traits among other characters.  

The difficulty of dealing with the Five Great Sins, which could smash a controller in frustration, is reduced somewhat by Zakurak’s strength.  

…Though it only adjusts the difficulty from Hell Mode to something closer to Very Hard Mode, even that is a significant relief in Psychedelia, where there are no other ways to lower the difficulty.  

Additionally, Psychedelia’s DLC allows players to summon Zakurak, who otherwise only aids during the Ashtalon chapter, in battles against the Five Great Sins.  

On top of that, clearing the DLC storyline unlocks other powerful non-human allies, comparable to Zakurak, who can also assist in battles against the Five Great Sins.  

For this reason, most players who wanted an easier time playing purchased the DLC.  

…Except for players like Alon, who clung to their pride in the base game.  

“I didn’t think he’d grow this significant.”  

Up until now, Zakurak had been looking ahead, but then he turned his head.  

Although his helmet obscured his expression, his gaze unmistakably landed on Alon.  

For a moment, Alon wondered if he should attempt to establish a connection, but unfortunately, he knew very little about Zakurak.  

Neither his reasons for aiding the protagonist in battles against the Five Great Sins nor his motives or goals were revealed in the base game.  

In short, there wasn’t a single thread Alon could use to create a link.  

Just as he decided to give up and averted his gaze,  

Flinch!  

“…?”  

Alon saw it.  

The massive frame of Zakurak, clad in armor, shifted slightly.  

Before he could ponder further,  

“…Marquis?”  

Merkiliane’s voice brought Alon back to the conversation at hand, and he gave a slight nod in apology.  

“Ah, my apologies.”  

“Not at all. Actually, may I ask you for a small favor?”  

“…A favor?”  

“Yes. It’s not a particularly difficult one, but…”  

Alon tilted his head slightly, his expression neutral, and responded,  

“Please, go ahead.”  

“It’s about my brother… Could you write him a letter?”  

“Your brother… You mean Filian?”  

“Yes. The thing is…”  

Merkiliane hesitated awkwardly before revealing the situation. Alon summarized the story after hearing the explanation.  

“So, you’re saying that he wants to replace the current statue and erect a new one of me, but the costs are excessive.”  

“Yes, exactly. My brother doesn’t seem to have much sense of money and even suggested making it out of solid gold this time… But he doesn’t listen to me.”  

Muttering, “I suspect he gave the current statue to Deus Maccalian of Caliban as an excuse to erect a new one,” Merkiliane sighed deeply, his frustration palpable.  

Alon was at a loss for words.  

“…Why is he so insistent on erecting a statue of me?”  

Of course, Alon had helped Filian, but he couldn’t fathom why they were going to such lengths.  

…And he doubted he ever would.  

Still, Alon nodded to indicate he understood.  

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”  

Merkiliane let out a relieved sigh.  

Meanwhile, Alon couldn’t shake the vague feeling of guilt, even though he had done nothing wrong.  

***

Late into the night, as the first day of the ball drew to a close, Alon began preparing to return to his quarters.  

…To be honest, he had wanted to leave hours ago.  

However, he had been caught up with the nobles, unable to rest, and now felt as though he had spoken more in half a day than in six months.  

Finally breaking free, Alon headed toward the corridor leading to his assigned lodging.  

“?”  

There, he encountered two very familiar faces.  

“…Syrkal?”  

It was Syrkal and her younger sister, Jenira.  

Alon tilted his head in momentary confusion but soon recalled why they might be here.  

‘The Thunder Serpent Tribe aligned with the Principality of Luxible, didn’t they?’  

As he remembered the rumor he had overheard from Evan, Syrkal and Jenira approached him.  

“Long—”  

Before Alon could finish his greeting,  

“We greet Kalannon, the Bearer of Lightning.”  

“We greet Kalannon, the Bearer of Lightning.”  

The sisters spoke in unison.  

They bowed deeply and respectfully.  

“Um…?”  

Above Alon’s head, an infinite cascade of question marks seemed to materialize.  

Meanwhile, from behind a pillar in the corridor—  

“…What was that?”  

Carmaxes III, who had stealthily followed Alon to make a discreet proposal that no one else was supposed to overhear, froze in place.  

Marquis Palatio… is a god?  

His jaw dropped as he tried to process the unbelievable “truth” unfolding before him.  

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Master 59

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A few days had passed since the major incident at the Talent Selection Tournament shook the world.

“Haa…”

Without even the chance to cover the dark circles under my eyes, I was surrounded by paladins and brought to the Academy’s board meeting room.

‘I just want to rest at home now…’

In my heart, I wanted to return to the mansion and rest for a few months, but that was a luxury I could no longer afford.

“…The Saintess and the Pope are waiting inside.”

“Then, I hope you have a fruitful conversation.”

Because I had now officially become the world’s Hero.

‘I really wanted to avoid this kind of development…’

Even after the situation settled, I checked several times, but aside from the doppelgänger Robin, neither Cecil nor Adele turned out to be the Hero.

The Saintess had already chosen me and fallen from grace, and the Holy Nation, unaware of this, had begun the process of officially appointing me as the Hero.

In other words, I was now destined to save the world in place of the missing playable character, with no way out.

Of course, the fact that the head of the Black Mages had made me his representative hadn’t changed either.

A fake Hero and a fake leader of Black Mages—what kind of horrible hybrid is that?

‘At this rate, even ten bodies wouldn’t be enough to handle everything.’

Even the Pope, who rarely ever leaves the floating island—the Holy Nation’s base—had come to the Academy just to see me, which says it all.

And the most despairing part is that this is just the beginning.

I know very well from the original game just how much the Hero gets dragged around like a dog, so I could only sigh deeply.

—Creeeeak…

Though I wanted to run away somewhere, anywhere, that was no longer possible, so I left the paladins—unclear whether they were guards or jailers—behind and opened the door to the meeting room.

I had heard that this was where I’d give testimony about the recent incident and have my qualifications as a Hero assessed, so I needed to stay alert—

“Saintess! Please, even now, tell us the truth!”

“We guarantee your safety. So please…”

As I stepped through the open door, thinking that, I suddenly stopped in my tracks at the scene unfolding inside.

“…As I’ve said multiple times, I have not been threatened or brainwashed in any way.”

“But still… haah.”

There was Hestia, who had been taken by the Holy Nation and separated from me since that day, now surrounded by priests with serious expressions, being interrogated.

“Saintess, forgive us, but we are inquisitors trained specifically in interrogation and cross-examination…”

“Of course, it’s not that we don’t believe you, but your words do seem to carry a sense of falsehood…”

“Let’s be honest. When you were—let’s say—under protection, did anything happen to you that should not have happened?”

Well, if a missing Saintess suddenly declared her kidnapper a Hero, I would also suspect Stockholm syndrome and conduct an investigation.

But I was a kind kidnapper who only pretended to be evil for the sake of the Saintess and world peace, so it felt a bit unfair.

“I-I told you, it wasn’t anything like that.”

“Hmm… As expected…”

“What on earth happened to you…”

But Hestia’s oddly guilty-looking responses during the priests’ interrogation only seemed to deepen their misunderstanding.

If they ever found out that her reactions stemmed from the guilt of being spoiled with feasts and drunken nights every day… what kind of expression would they make?

“Ahem, ahem.”

Of course, I had no intention of revealing that just yet, so when I cleared my throat, the atmosphere in the meeting room instantly turned cold and fell silent.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Holy Nation representatives.”

“I heard the Pope himself came—where might he be?”

It was at that awkward moment, just as I glanced around and asked that question, trying to read the room—

“Excuse us.”

That the priests of the Holy Nation and Academy officials began placing two massive crystal orbs on either side of the table.

“Ah.”

As the light spilling from the crystal orb began to take the shape of a person and projected into the air, I finally understood what was going on.

‘…Come to think of it, even a Pope can’t just show up at the Academy overnight.’

Apparently, the Holy Nation chose remote communication over the risk of bringing the Pope here in person.

In other words, it was basically a Zoom meeting.

Although, just saying that doesn’t do justice—projecting a full-body image in mid-air using a crystal orb would strain even the budget of an average country.

The Holy Nation is something else.

‘But then, why is there another orb?’

The one odd thing was that not only the Holy Nation priests, but also the Academy staff had brought a crystal orb of the same size.

As far as I know, the Academy is always strapped for funds.

And come to think of it, there’s really no one the Academy needed to bring in just for this interrogation, right?

“Nice to meet you, Whitney Lingard.”

Tilting my head in confusion, I looked up at the clear voice that suddenly came from the front.

“O one chosen by the Saintess.”

“……”

“I am Paulus III, the Pope of the Holy Nation of Astra.”

A boy with white hair and white eyes, who looked young no matter how you saw him, stood projected from the crystal orb with a calm expression.

‘This is my first time seeing the Pope up close.’

Though I had seen him in the original game, seeing him in person like this felt strangely emotional.

Because despite looking younger than me…

“Don’t be fooled, Sir Whitney.”

“……!”

“Despite how he looks, that guy is several times older than I am.”

While I was silently staring at the unreadable Pope, a familiar voice suddenly spoke from beside me.

“Your Majesty the Emperor.”

“You missed me, didn’t you? Hehe…”

“…Well, of course.”

That’s when I realized who the Academy staff had treated like a sacred relic—the owner of the other crystal orb.

Keeping a calm face, I closed my eyes and muttered inwardly.

‘So this isn’t just for testimony and investigation after all.’

While having the Pope involved was one thing, the fact that even the Emperor showed up meant things were getting seriously complicated.

“Oh, and by the way, don’t just be fooled by his age.”

“……”

“Pay attention to the Pope’s word choice. He called you someone chosen by the Saintess, but he hasn’t acknowledged you as the Hero.”

Just listening to the Emperor speak to me in that gentle tone made it likely that was the case.

“Emperor, please refrain from using provocative language.”

“Well, I don’t prefer beating around the bush like some people.”

Even with that face and tone, there was little credibility.

“Oh dear. Are you saying you don’t trust Sir Whitney, who looks just like me?”

I knew that the relationship between the Holy Nation and the Empire was a tightrope walk, but I didn’t expect to be the spark that would ignite the fire.

Before I get flattened between these two giants, should I try to step in and stop them now?

“To be honest, yes. That’s correct.”

Caught in the intense psychological warfare between the Pope and the Emperor, I scratched my head slightly at the Pope’s remark as he turned toward me.

“Of course, it’s true that this is an unprecedented situation, but the fact that the Saintess chose Sir Whitney is undeniable.”

“Haha…”

“However, it is also true that there are quite a few matters Sir Whitney must clarify.”

Fortunately, they hadn’t realized that Hestia had fallen from grace following the corruption route of the original story.

“Therefore, I ask for your cooperation.”

Even if that weren’t the case, it seemed the Holy Nation had no intention of recognizing me as the Hero that easily.

“Well, that’s why I’m here.”

“Thank you. Then…”

Naturally, I had no right to refuse their investigation, so I simply nodded, glancing at Hestia seated beside me.

…Hmph.

It did bother me that Hestia had been pointedly avoiding my gaze with a sulky expression for a while now.

“Bring in the witnesses.”

In any case, the unofficial Hero assessment at the Academy, which had suddenly become neutral ground between the Holy Nation and the Empire, was just beginning.

***

Meanwhile, at that very moment.

In the office of the Commoner Council Chair, located just beneath the boardroom.

“Thank you for waiting.”

One of the witnesses waiting to testify about Whitney’s Hero verification quietly lifted her head at the priest who opened the door and spoke.

“Please, follow me, starting with the first witness.”

“…U-um, I have a question.”

Eventually, in a voice full of unease, she asked the priest a question.

“Will you really protect my identity?”

“……”

“I-I mean, no matter how I look at it, a veil like this doesn’t seem like it’ll keep me anonymous…”

Her identity was none other than the noble first-year student who had been Adele’s closest aide.

During the midterm exam, she had witnessed Whitney herding monsters while running from the Headless Knight.

“Don’t worry. This veil is a sacred item used for confession in the Holy Nation.”

“Ah…”

“It carries a powerful blessing that conceals your appearance, body shape, and even your voice, so please rest assured.”

“I-I see… that’s a relief…”

At the priest’s kind explanation, she exhaled a breath of relief and nodded.

“The Holy Nation will ensure your anonymity and safety. So, all of you just need to testify exactly as you did at the beginning.”

Smiling gently, the priest reassured the group of witnesses gathered behind her once more and closed the door.

“……”

And then, silence began.

‘I didn’t think there’d be this many victims…’

Amid that silence, she glanced behind her at the others, then clenched her fists with a determined look.

‘Yes, for Adele’s sake… I have to be strong!’

But just as she gathered her resolve and was about to step out the door—

—Rustle…

“Eek!?”

Something suddenly wriggled and moved inside her clothes.

“W-what…!?”

Startled stiff, she frantically began unfastening her collar.

“Ah.”

And when she saw what had been squirming, her face went pale and she let out a dying gasp.

—Kkyuruk…

It was the spider monster she could never forget from that day of the midterm exam, the one that had clung to Whitney’s leg, now quietly staring up at her.

—Tap, tap…

And the creature was now tapping her nametag on her chest with its leg.

“U-um… Priest?”

“Yes?”

“T-this thing… Could you…?”

Her clenched hands trembling, she barely managed to squeeze out a crawling voice to call the priest outside the door.

“What seems to be the matter?”

“C-Can’t you see this?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you’re referring to…?”

Strangely, the priest—who should’ve been more sensitive to such a creature than anyone—just tilted his head in confusion and stared blankly at her.

“Haha, ha. Ahaha…”

It was then that she realized a chilling truth.

Forcing a strained laugh, she began to move forward with heavy, unwilling steps.

‘…I’m sorry, Lady Adele.’

Now, the only way she could survive Whitney’s clutches—

Was to lie under oath.

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Round 303

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Squirm-  

I arrived at the World Tree with Mark2.  

“Mark2 Apostle!”  

Frey flapped her wings enthusiastically and hopped onto Mark2’s head.  

For someone calling him an apostle, that was a rather casual attitude.  

“Apostle, Apostle! The World Tree has borne fruit!”  

“It bore fruit?”  

Finding the phrasing rather novel, I set Mark2 down near the fruit, which was surrounded by children.  

Mark2 began closely examining the massive acorn.  

“What do you think?”  

Did he figure something out?  

Then, Mark2 approached the World Tree and started communicating with it.  

An incredible ability—to converse with the World Tree!  

Of course, it had never been of much use until now.  

Squirm, squirm.  

Wobble, wobble.  

It looked like he was communicating with an alien.  

As the children and I watched, I noticed Ara pulling out popcorn from Bokkeum and sharing it.  

Wait a second.  

Did I even have popcorn?  

Squuuirm!!  

“Ohh! What is it? Did you figure something out?!”  

Seeing Mark2’s intense reaction, I quickly ran over to check.  

Then, Ara, still munching on popcorn, provided a translation.  

“The time has come!”  

“The time has come?”  

Hoping for more details, I stared expectantly at Mark2.  

Mark2 bounced energetically.  

Wobble, wobble!  

“It is time to propagate its descendants! The World Tree must spread!”  

“Ohhh.”  

So that means this giant acorn really is the World Tree’s fruit?  

Squiirm.  

“We shall conquer the world.”  

Squirm, squirm!  

“The fruit must be planted elsewhere to expand the influence of Gluttony!”  

Huh?  

What the hell was that?  

Mark2’s words suddenly took a turn, sounding like some demon king’s plan to invade the human world.  

Or rather, it was the World Tree’s words.  

“W-What do you mean by that, World Tree…?”  

Wobble!  

“We shall conquer the world!”  

At this point, I wasn’t sure if Mark2 was just saying whatever he wanted or if Ara was deliberately mistranslating.  

But since I could vaguely understand Mark2’s intent with my Slime Overlord abilities, I knew Ara’s translation wasn’t wrong.  

[Quest updated.]  

[Awakening Quest: Stronger Hunting! and Awakening Quest: Amazing Crops! have been removed.]  

[New Awakening Quest: The First Step to Becoming the Demon King.]  

[Plant the World Tree’s fruit on Earth! The Demon King’s influence must spread across the world!]  

New World Tree: 0/1  

“W-What is this…?!”  

I couldn’t believe it.  

No, the quest title itself was already completely wrong!  

“The first step to becoming the Demon King?!”  

Even after checking the quest window again, the words were crystal clear.  

The two previous awakening quests had vanished.  

Now, the only ones left in my quest log were the Hidden Quest: Conquering the Seven Deadly Sins and The First Step to Becoming the Demon King.  

“Hah, haha, hahaha…”  

Why the hell did I have to be the Demon King?!  

“I just won’t do the quest!”  

After laughing hysterically for a moment, I raised my fist and declared.  

After all, I was already enjoying my life without completing any more quests.  

A quest? I could just ignore it!  

Wobble.  

“If the World Tree’s descendants are not spread, the current World Tree will wither.”  

“What?!”  

That’s not fair!  

I looked up at the World Tree with a panicked expression, and it almost seemed like it was waving at me.  

Wobble.  

“A new World Tree must be planted for resonance to occur.”  

Wobble, wobble.  

“Resonance will replenish energy, making the World Trees healthier.”  

You’re not just making this up, are you?  

I was skeptical, but under the piercing gazes of Frey and the fairies, my whole body felt prickly.  

“Will our village disappear?”  

“(°0°)!!!”  

“(°;~;°)-”  

“(TOT)”  

T-That…  

Flustered, I waved my hands in denial.  

Mark2 continued squirming reassuringly.  

Wobble.  

“Spreading the World Tree is not a bad thing.”  

Wobble, wobble.  

“It bestows new resources and strength upon that land. It is a blessing.”  

Now that I thought about it, Mark2 had a point.  

Aside from the unsettling quest title, there didn’t seem to be any real problem.  

‘If I plant the World Tree, wouldn’t that area actually become more prosperous?’

Of course, I couldn’t plant it in a densely populated area, like the middle of Seoul.  

But wouldn’t it be fine to plant it in a remote, underdeveloped area or an uninhabited desert?  

That is, assuming I could successfully grow the World Tree.  

‘The quest specifically says to plant it on Earth.’  

Hmm. I had never grown a plant outside of a dungeon before, so I was a little worried.  

And this wasn’t just any plant—it was the World Tree.  

Wobble, wobble.  

“There is plenty of time. However, if too much time passes, the World Tree will wither.”  

“Why does it feel like you’re rushing me, World Tree?”  

Despite claiming there was plenty of time, it kept threatening me with the idea of it withering.  

This was completely different from the majestic image of the World Tree I had in my mind.  

“Should I just store it for now? I don’t have a proper place to plant it immediately, and even if I did, there’s no guarantee it will grow.”  

Wobble!  

“The World Tree is strong! It will grow anywhere on its own!”  

What a convenient trait for world domination.  

I was starting to get suspicious about the true nature of this World Tree.  

With the World Tree’s fruit safely in my possession, I returned to the village.  

On the way back, I walked with the kids and happened to see Jun-gyul and Sian preparing ingredients in the open kitchen.  

“Oh, you guys haven’t introduced yourselves yet, have you? Say hello. This is Park Jun-gyul and Seo Sian, our new restaurant staff.”  

“Uh, hello.”  

“Hey, kids.”  

Jun-gyul greeted stiffly, looking slightly shy, while Sian lazily waved.  

They had completely different personalities.  

But they somehow fit well together.  

‘Sian was originally going to join Iron Blood Foods, but she followed Jun-gyul and ended up working for us instead.’  

Anyway, they looked good together.  

“I am the Goblin King, Mammon!”  

“I am Ras.”  

“I am the true Queen, Frey!”  

With their unique self-introductions, the new staff warmly welcomed them.  

They had already gotten used to monsters thanks to Ashu and the Breeding Tribe, so they didn’t seem too surprised.  

Meanwhile, after much deliberation, I decided to take the World Tree’s fruit to Ara’s hat storage.  

It was called a hat storage, but in reality, it was more like a treasure vault—an inviolable sanctuary.  

No one but Ara and I dared to enter.  

“Mr. Kyu-seong. Did everything go well?”  

“Oh, Kyler. I just ran into a bit of trouble.”  

I gave an awkward smile and showed him the World Tree’s fruit.  

Kyler tilted his head, then nodded.  

“So, you’ve started harvesting acorns now?”  

“Haha.”  

“Actually, I found a forest with nut-bearing trees like acorns and chestnuts. They seem to be a different species from Earth’s. Would you like to check it out?”  

“Oh, really? That sounds amazing.”  

Chestnuts and acorns!  

And if there were nuts, maybe there would be walnuts or hazelnuts too.  

As a nut lover, I was really looking forward to it.  

‘Wait, no, that’s not the point.’  

My thoughts had wandered towards nuts for a moment.  

I quickly pointed to the World Tree’s fruit.  

“This isn’t just an acorn. It’s the World Tree’s fruit.”  

“The World Tree’s fruit? You mean from that tree…?”  

“Exactly. But there’s a bit of a problem with it.”  

“What kind of problem?”  

After a brief hesitation, I explained the quest but left out the part about the Demon King.  

“Planting the World Tree on Earth… that’s quite a unique quest.”  

“Yeah, that’s how it turned out.”  

“And if the fruit isn’t planted, the World Tree here will wither. That’s a serious issue. Even though I haven’t been here long, I’ve noticed that the World Tree has a huge influence on this place. If it withers, nearly half of this dungeon’s environment could become barren.”  

“Whoa.”  

That serious?!  

No wonder the World Tree kept threatening me about withering.  

At first, I thought it was just about the fairy village disappearing…  

“I guess I need to plant it quickly.”  

“Hmm. The real challenge is finding a place on Earth large enough to accommodate a tree of that size.”  

“Yeah. If location weren’t an issue, I’d already have—”  

Then, Mark2 and Ara, who had been quietly listening, spoke up.  

Squirm.  

“Rather than deciding on a location first, we should germinate it first.”  

Squirm, squirm.  

“Then we should raise it into a small sapling before moving it to the final location.”  

That’s true.  

Mark2 and Ara had a point.  

“Still, wouldn’t it be better to pick a location first and then grow it into a sapling?”  

“Yes! That is also correct!”  

Hmm.  

I should discuss this issue later with the Guild and the Awakening Headquarters.  

The real problem was whether there was even a suitable place in Korea for the World Tree.  

The country was small, so space was limited.  

For now, I decided to store the fruit in the hat storage and step outside.  

Before I knew it, it was time to sleep.  

After dealing with the World Tree and the quest all evening, I just wanted to get some rest.  

“Mr. Kyu-seong, if you’re free tomorrow, would you like to go nut foraging with me?”  

“Oh, that’s a pleasant surprise. Sounds great! I’m a total nut fanatic.”  

“I’m glad you like the idea. Let’s meet in the morning then.”  

As Kyler left, Ara’s eyes sparkled as she threw her arms up in excitement.  

“Nuts!”  

“That’s right. You know what nuts are, Ara?”  

“Peanuts!”  

“Oh, our Ara is so smart!”  

“Yes! I am smart!”  

Seeing her brimming with anticipation, I couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow’s foraging trip.  

Earth’s summer was coming to an end, and autumn was around the corner—the perfect time for chestnuts!  

‘If we collect chestnuts and sweet potatoes, we can make roasted chestnuts and sweet potatoes. That would be amazing.’  

When I was a kid, my dad used to gather fallen leaves to start a fire and roast chestnuts for us.  

It was an unforgettable memory.  

That tradition seemed to have faded these days, but when I was young, it was a common sight.  

“Let’s get some sleep and go chestnut hunting tomorrow.”  

“Okay!”  

Meanwhile, somewhere else, a message appeared.  

[The law of causality is in motion.]  

[The Demon King and the Hero have been chosen.]  

Someone froze upon seeing the sudden message.  

Those nearby stopped in confusion.  

“Is something wrong, Eli?”  

“…It’s nothing.”  

But in his mind, things were far from fine.  

‘What the hell is going on?’  

Eli Green.  

One of the Level 9 Awakener, possessing the ability of “Tuning.”  

He could see hidden information through messages that others couldn’t perceive.  

And one of those pieces of information was about significant events unfolding on Earth.  

Recently, he had received messages about the continued disappearance of the Seven Deadly Sins.  

And now, “Demon King and Hero selection” appeared?  

‘This isn’t normal.’  

Was a world-ending scenario about to begin?!  

Should he alert the world’s top Awakening nations?  

Of course, this was all just Eli’s misunderstanding.  

Being chosen as a Demon King and Hero didn’t necessarily mean anything catastrophic was happening.  

But given the circumstances, it was natural for him to be suspicious.  

Eli ultimately changed his plans and stopped walking.  

“Contact the world leaders immediately.”  

Meanwhile, Kyu-seong was fast asleep, cuddling Ara and Cheong, completely unaware of what was happening.  

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It’s been two weeks since Alon set out for Terea to attend the ball.  

“Finally arrived, have we?”  

“Looks like it.”  

The distant landscape of the capital began to come into view.  

Evan, standing nearby, exhaled as if overwhelmed by the heat.  

“After this ball, are we heading to Lartenia and then straight to Colony again?”  

“That seems to be the plan.”  

“I see.”  

“You seem disappointed about something.”  

When Alon looked curiously at Evan’s face, Basiliora interjected.  

[Heh, judging by that expression like a dog needing to pee, it must be about a girl.]  

“What nonsense are you spouting now?”  

[Don’t deny it. I saw you pulling a letter out of your pocket a few days ago and smirking creepily.]  

“Ugh—you saw that—when!?”  

[Aah, the nights when Evan’s gaze feels so nostalgic—]  

“Waaaargh!!”  

Evan screamed at the top of his lungs as Basiliora began dramatically reciting the contents of the letter.  

Alon, watching Evan’s face turn crimson, gave him a peculiar look. Evan, embarrassed, calmed his breathing and soon managed an awkward laugh.  

“Haha, well, you see… When we visited the Zenonia duchy last time, I met a lady knight. We… got along quite well.”  

“So, you’ve been exchanging letters, I take it?”  

“Yes, yes, something like that.”  

Alon, observing the embarrassed Evan, asked quietly.  

“You seem more flustered than I expected. Haven’t you been in relationships before?”  

“Well, that’s true, but….”  

Evan, who had always followed Alon closely while chatting and laughing with all sorts of women, now seemed different.  

But there was a hint of grievance in Evan’s voice.  

“This feels… different, you know?”  

“In what way?”  

“Those were just light conversations, but this… feels more like something deeper. Maybe… a step beyond mere flirting?”  

[Hmph, how sickening.]  

“Don’t ruin the mood, you snake-headed bastard! And you, haven’t you been flirting with our family’s maid?”  

[W-What?! Flirting?! When did I ever—! I only chatted with her because she seemed so eager to serve me!]  

“Yeah, right. Didn’t you do all sorts of antics whenever she brought you snacks?”  

[Krrrrgh!]  

Basiliora began writhing in embarrassment at the sudden exposure of his “dark history.” Seizing the opportunity, Evan launched an attack.  

Amidst the racket, Blackie peeked his head out from Alon’s chest to watch the two bicker and chatter noisily.  

Before long, the group arrived at the capital.  

‘Terea hasn’t changed a bit.’  

Their carriage crossed the well-maintained, thriving streets of Terea and entered the inner city.  

When they arrived in front of the ballroom, Alon stepped out of the carriage.  

“Marquis Palatio, before attending the ball, His Majesty requests an audience with you.”  

“…? Very well, let us proceed.”  

As if waiting for him, a guard approached and delivered the message. Alon tilted his head in curiosity but followed behind the guard.  

At the invitation of the Queen, Alon entered her private office after a long time.  

“It’s been a while, Marquis Palatio.”  

“Have you been well, Your Majesty?”  

There she was, greeting him with the same ambiguous smile as always—Queen Siyan.  

“Please, sit.”  

She gestured to the chair in front of her.  

Once Alon was seated, the queen once again took out a sweet potato and placed it before him.  

“You may eat it.”  

“Ah… Yes. Um, Your Majesty…?”  

“I shall simply watch.”  

“…Understood.”  

Thus began another sweet potato eating session.  

By now, one would think he’d have grown accustomed to this, but it was as baffling as ever…  

For a while, only the sound of Alon munching on the sweet potato echoed in the office.  

“You still eat well.”  

“My apologies.”  

At Siyan’s ambiguous comment, Alon cautiously bowed his head.  

“Hm?”  

He halted his movement, his gaze fixed on a statue at the edge of his vision.

A statue positioned in one corner of the office.  

Though it was undoubtedly the first time he had seen it, it felt strangely familiar.  

“Ah, are you referring to this?”  

Noticing his stare, Siyan picked up the statue.  

“It’s a sculpture brought from Luxible.”  

“…Luxible, you say?”  

“Yes. I’ve heard they revere the figure depicted in this statue as a god. That is to say…”  

Siyan paused briefly before uttering a name.  

“‘Bearer of Lightning,’ Kalannon, was it?”  

“…I’ve heard about that as well.”  

“Then, have you seen this statue before?”  

“No, this is my first time seeing it.”  

At Alon’s response, Siyan gazed at the statue in her hand with interest.  

“This is my first time seeing it too. It was brought as a gift from the Duchy of Luxible.”  

“I see.”  

“So, what do you think of it?”  

“…What do you mean, exactly?”  

“This statue, I mean. To me, this Kalannon figure resembles you quite a bit. What’s your take?”  

She asked, tilting her head slightly.  

***

Sergius stared blankly ahead.

There, the party led by Eliban stood face-to-face with Cardinal Yutia.  

The group had dealt with numerous strange phenomena outside the Papal Basilica.  

“You’ve done wonderfully this time as well.”  

“All of it is thanks to the power granted by Him.”  

“Is that so?”  

“Yes, without His power, none of this would have been possible.”  

Amid the crowd of priests, Yutia and Eliban exchanged pleasantries.  

Time passed, and soon Eliban spoke again.  

“Until next time, Cardinal Yutia.”  

“Yes, Chosen, I look forward to seeing you again.”  

Yutia handed over the reward for dealing with the disturbances to Eliban.  

“All for His sake.”  

“Yes, all for His sake.”  

After their farewells, the Chosen led his group out of the Papal Basilica.  

Sergius, having confirmed the dismissal of the priests after the event, habitually followed behind Cardinal Yutia.  

Cautiously, he opened his mouth.  

“…Excuse me.”  

“Hmm? What is it, Cardinal Sergius?”  

As always, Yutia gazed at him with a gentle smile.  

Sergius, caught in her calm gaze, hesitated before finally speaking.  

“…Yutia, may I ask you a question?”  

“Go ahead.”  

Receiving her permission, Sergius hesitated again.  

Even with her consent, he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was wise to ask what was on his mind.  

He knew better than anyone else—having “experienced” it firsthand—that questioning Cardinal Yutia was a reckless endeavor. 

But despite knowing that, Sergius couldn’t suppress the curiosity and doubt that had been relentlessly building in his mind.  

“It’s about… the Chosen.”  

“…The Chosen, you mean?”  

“That person… didn’t receive their power from Sironia, did they?”  

Sergius recalled the ‘Chosen’ whom Yutia had previously acknowledged as having been selected by Sironia.  

Indeed, their power bore a striking resemblance to the divine energy Sironia was known to bestow.  

The faint radiance they emitted also resembled the subtle glow exuded by saints.  

The priests who observed Eliban earlier had seemed convinced that he had been chosen by Sironia.  

The other cardinals had shared the same belief.  

But Sergius alone—  

‘It was clearly different.’  

He realized that the divine energy Eliban radiated wasn’t Sironia’s.  

He vividly recalled the sacred power Eliban had displayed.  

A pure silver-white glow, faintly tinged with blue.  

It only appeared similar to Sironia’s divine energy but was entirely distinct.  

At that moment—  

“Heh.”  

Yutia let out a soft chuckle, as if amused.  

Sergius was now certain his suspicions were correct.  

“You’ve noticed, I see. I was a bit worried because it’s still unrefined, but I thought I’d fooled everyone except the saints.”  

Yutia’s candid acknowledgment left Sergius silent.  

Ordinarily, Sergius should not have been able to discern the truth.  

The holy power wielded by that ‘Chosen’ was undeniably similar to the divine energy bestowed by Lady Sironia.

In fact, apart from the saint currently engaged in relief efforts, none of the other cardinals detected the slightest inconsistency.  

But there was one reason Sergius could perceive the disparity.  

It was solely because of Cardinal Yutia.  

Having long been treated as little more than a servant by Cardinal Yutia, Sergius knew one crucial fact:  

Yutia not only used the divine power of Lady Sironia but also drew upon another form of holy energy.  

Granted, Sergius had only witnessed Yutia using this other divine energy a few times.  

But for someone of Sergius’ stature, seated as a cardinal, those few occurrences were enough to recognize that Eliban’s holy energy closely resembled Yutia’s “other” divine energy.  

…The Chosen was not a being selected by the goddess Sironia.  

He had reached that conclusion.  

“How did you figure it out?”  

The chilling question sent a shiver through Sergius, but he steadied his racing heart.  

“…The divine power Yutia briefly displayed was identical to that of the Chosen.”  

“Hmm~ I see, that explains it.”  

Yutia nodded as though she had pieced together the situation. Her crimson eyes turned toward Sergius again.  

“Still, it seems you haven’t realized everything yet.”  

“…Excuse me?”  

“Never mind—more importantly, you don’t need to concern yourself with this matter too much.”  

“…Is that so?”  

“Yes. After all—”  

Yutia’s eyes softened into a faint, unsettling curve.  

“Soon enough, it’ll all be the same. So much so that even you, Cardinal Sergius, won’t be able to tell the difference.”  

“…The same…?”  

“Yes. Everything will become the same. The holy power, this and that—right now, they may appear a bit different, but eventually, all of it will be indistinguishable.”  

Sergius couldn’t comprehend a single word of what she had just said.  

What, exactly, would become the same?  

What did “this” and “that” refer to?  

And what would happen in the future?  

Above all—  

What was Cardinal Yutia plotting right now?  

The only thing Sergius could deduce from the information he had so far was one unsettling possibility:  

…Perhaps the recent silence of Lady Sironia had something to do with Cardinal Yutia.  

It likely did.  

But even if that were true, there was nothing Sergius could do about it.  

“…In a way, things might actually improve,” Yutia mused. 

“The current Rosario is rife with corruption, after all. When that time comes, everything will be better.”  

No, Sergius couldn’t do anything.  

“Corruption and injustice will vanish. All the holy knights will act for ‘Him,’ all the believers will worship ‘Him,’ and everyone will offer their faith to ‘Him.’”  

He—  

Sergius—  

Had already been overwhelmed by the suffocating fanaticism that swirled within Yutia’s eyes.  

“But before that happens… if word of this spreads, it could become a little troublesome… so, I ask you~”  

Again and again, Sergius had been overpowered—until he ultimately submitted.  

“Keep quiet, will you, Cardinal Sergius?”  

In the shadowed halls of the papal basilica, under the waning light of the setting sun, Yutia pressed her index finger to her lips, backlit by a flickering crimson glow.  

“…Understood.”  

Sergius could offer only one response.  

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Master 58

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Let’s rewind a bit, to the moment right before Whitney and the Saint stepped forward in front of everyone.

“I need to borrow Sir Whitney for a moment.”

“……What did you say?”

“I plan to declare him as the Hero.”

At Hestia’s bold words as she approached, Meredia couldn’t believe her ears.

“Don’t worry. I’m well aware of your relationship with Sir Whitney.”

“……”

“I won’t be taking him away from you forever.”

At first, Meredia thought Hestia was simply trying to make a poorly timed joke in this situation.

“Of course, the story might change depending on Sir Whitney’s will.”

But when Meredia saw the grey light radiating from Hestia’s body as she said that, her heart sank, and her eyes turned red.

“Are you out of your mind, Saint?”

Who do you think you are? How dare you try to take what’s mine?

Those words nearly escaped her lips, but Meredia swallowed them with superhuman patience and forced herself to calm down and think.

‘…No, this must be all part of his plan.’

Since Whitney was involved, she had to keep her cool to properly assess the situation.

Based on everything so far, the Saint behaving this way was likely a key part of Whitney’s plan.

Although his younger sisters and subordinates in the back looked confused, Meredia knew Whitney well enough to suspect that even their reactions were calculated.

She had long understood the truth that the closer someone was, the more cautious and strategic one had to be.

If he really intended to betray her for someone like that, then she’d welcome it.

And if, contrary to her thoughts, Whitney truly intended to switch sides here and now, that wasn’t the worst outcome either.

Ever since his foolish and awkward confession in the carriage, Whitney had grown into someone unpredictable and uncontrollable to Meredia.

If he chose to leave her side, maybe that would finally bring peace…

Meredia had never once in her life imagined that someone would love her purely, without reason.

To someone like her, Whitney was nothing but a stressor, a stumbling block, someone she desperately needed to remove from her sight.

“Ugh.”

Yes, that’s how she used to think.

But as the Saint nervously glanced her way before stepping closer to Whitney, Meredia’s right hand began to tremble violently.

‘…Go ahead, just go.’

She knew better than anyone else that this was a sign her emotions were spiraling out of control.

But still, she clenched her jaw and grabbed her trembling right hand with her left.

If she’s really going to cling to him, then let her. Let him disappear from my sight forever.

She’d already resisted the urge to dash forward and grab Whitney’s arm more than a few times, but all Meredia could do was whisper to herself internally.

‘Please… don’t make me feel this damned emotion any longer.’

However, when that wretched Saint linked her arm with Whitney’s, Meredia closed her eyes tightly, and finally muttered the truth she had tried to ignore ever since that day in the carriage.

‘… I never wanted to know. This kind of shitty feeling.’

A girl who had only known hatred and malice… now, for the first time in her life, became aware of a new emotion.

***

What is the Saint’s corruption route?

It’s the worst of the bad endings that can occur during the prologue of the original game.

The conditions to trigger this scenario are roughly as follows: if the Saint fails to awaken after meeting the Hero in the prologue, and completely succumbs to the forces of evil in some way.

Once those two conditions are met, the Saint ceases to be the goddess’s apostle and becomes a fervent follower of evil, contributing to the world’s destruction.

And the key visual indicator is the Saint’s glow—no longer radiant white, but a deep, ominous grey.

‘…I’m screwed.’

Yes, just like Hestia in front of me right now, surrounded by that grey aura.

No wonder I couldn’t see her light clearly when she approached from the shadows—there was a reason.

‘Wait a minute… aren’t I on the side of justice?’

But here’s the confusing part—according to Hestia’s words, I’m the one responsible for her corruption?

But what did I even do?

All I did was kidnap her from the black mages, disguise her as a maid, help her sneak out every night, and summon a demon in front of everyone…

…Okay, maybe I did do quite a bit.

But still! I did all of that for the sake of world peace and Hestia’s safety!

Could it be that this world values the process more than the outcome?

If not, is it possible that the Saint’s subjective judgment plays a huge role in her corruption?

Now that I think about it, didn’t she keep calling me the Demon King earlier…?

From what I know, it’s not widely known, but the Saint doesn’t just get chosen by the divine—she actually chooses the entity she’ll serve.

But still! Even so, shouldn’t it take someone nearly divine—at least a black mage leader or a Demon King—for her to turn evil?

Can she really exhibit that much power just by mistaking a nobody like me for the Demon King?

“Saint, I know it’s sudden, but maybe you should reconsider…”

“Excuse me, do I look like I’m doing this because I want to?”

Sensing that something fundamental might break if this situation continued, I quickly tried to stop Hestia, but she answered firmly.

“No matter how reformed you may seem now, it would’ve been foolish of me to trust you blindly.”

“What are you even saying…?”

“This is all part of my plan—to keep an eye on you, someone destined to become the Demon King.”

At that point, I seriously began to suspect Hestia might be drunk, but unlike her usual drunken state, she didn’t smell of alcohol at all.

“I get to monitor you constantly, and you get a way out of your complicated situation. It’s mutual benefit, right?”

But if Hestia was actually sober, then her logic had a glaring flaw.

“Saint, I don’t mean to be rude, but…”

After a moment of hesitation, I couldn’t resist pointing out the obvious hole in her reasoning.

“…you could just tell everyone I kidnapped you, and it’d all be over, right?”

“……”

“If you think I’m some evil Demon King, why are you trying to help me?”

Hestia stared at me blankly for a moment, then sighed and dropped a completely unexpected bomb.

“Because… you’re a regressor.”

“…What?”

“I don’t know why, but you’re clearly trying to fix past mistakes.”

What in the world is this ghost talking about?

Technically speaking, I’m a reincarnator who remembered my past life.

That has nothing to do with regression.

“That’s why I’m helping you. Does that explain things?”

“…Not at all.”

I don’t know how or when Hestia got such a huge misunderstanding, or why she thinks I’m some regressing Demon King.

But one thing’s certain: this situation is fundamentally, completely wrong.

Which means, as long as I still have some grip on reality, I need to find a way to set things right…

“S-Saint.”

“So? Who is the Hero?”

But just as I was about to speak, the anxious voices of the holy knights cut in—and I realized it was far too late.

…We’re doomed.

Not just the knights, but everyone in the arena, their vision cleared of the black smoke, were now staring directly at me and Hestia.

“If you say no now, I’ll just reveal that you’re the Demon King.”

“……”

“Please don’t waste this perfect chance for redemption…”

And according to Hestia whispering beside me, if I were to say I wasn’t the Hero here, it was all too obvious what would happen to me.

And when that moment came, I didn’t even have the power to protect Meredia, Cecil, and my subordinates who were holding their breath and watching the situation from behind.

“Ahahaha….”

In the end, letting go of everything, I let out a brief laugh of surrender.

“Yes, that’s right.”

I forced a shameless smile, stepped forward, and could do nothing but make the declaration that would twist the very foundation of the original game’s story.

“I am the Hero.”

And the next moment, as thunderous cheers erupted from all around, I quietly closed my eyes and murmured to myself.

‘I guess I’ll have to give up on relying too much on the original story.’

Though, honestly, what worried me more was the murderous aura piercing through the cheers—coming from Meredia.

At any rate, the long and drawn-out rookie selection had come to an end.

***

“L-Lord…!”

“…Huh?”

Just when I thought everything had wrapped up nicely, it happened.

“H-Hiiik!”

“Sasha? What are you doing here…?”

I turned my head at the familiar voice from behind, and there she was—Sasha, covered in dust, panting as she stood just behind me.

“I-I was watching from the stands with my brother. So…”

“I mean, that’s fine, but why are you here?”

Naturally confused since Sasha had no reason to be behind me right now, I asked, and after a moment of hesitation, she pulled something out from her clothes and stammered.

“Y-You… gave this to me, remember? The T-Trickster’s Pouch…”

“…What?”

“P-Par-Parsha told me to open it only after everything was over, so the moment I did, I just ran down here…”

What she pulled out really did look almost identical to the pouch I had entrusted to Parsha.

But I do have a conscience—I never gave such a pouch to Sasha.

So could there have been some kind of mix-up?

“A-And there was a note inside saying this would be needed…”

“…Ha.”

Even as I thought that, I absentmindedly took the pouch she handed over, and when I checked what was inside, I couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh.

“S-Sorry!?”

“No, you don’t need to apologize.”

It must’ve been something Parsha prepared on her own, separate from my orders.

And truly, it was a stroke of genius.

Because inside was exactly what I needed most in this situation.

“…Don’t come.”

And so, accepting it, I began walking across the arena once more, drawing puzzled stares from everyone.

In the distance, I heard a voice, subdued but firm.

“I said don’t come, Whitney Lingard.”

Though she had been standing still all this time, exuding cold energy, Meredia murmured more softly the closer I got.

“I’m really not needed anymore, am I? So just…”

“…That’s enough, my lady.”

Still, she didn’t take a step back.

I stopped in front of her, put on the gentlest smile I could muster, and knelt before her.

“It’s time you stop lying to yourself.”

“……”

“Why do you think I’ve gone through all this trouble?”

Then, handing her the item Sasha had brought like a buzzer-beater, I said to her blank expression:

“All of it was for this moment.”

Feeling a bit guilty, but still with a smile of goodwill, I slipped it onto Meredia’s finger.

“You’re a noble lady, after all. I had to do this much, right? Haha…”

“You…”

The second treasure from the Imperial Vault—originally meant to be a gift for Meredia once everything was over.

“…Will you marry me, my lady?”

The Ring of Fortune, said to have once been gifted by the second Hero to his disciple, quietly sparkled in the sunlight as it rested in her hand.

“…Ugh.”

Of course, once she had the ring on her finger, the way she bowed her head and made that strange expression again… it didn’t exactly scream “blissful bride,” but still.

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Round 302

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Tap, tap, tap, tap.  

Whoosh!  

Sizzle.  

The sounds coming from the restaurant kitchen were lively.  

As I watched the people cooking and the breeding tribe, I strolled around the kitchen for a bit.  

There were five breeding tribe rabbits, including Ashu.  

Two were hired as staff.  

Then there were Jae-seong and Orie.  

A total of nine chefs were diligently preparing vegetables, stir-frying, grilling, and cooking ingredients.  

The dishes mainly consisted of seafood and my crops.  

If we later received meat supplies from the Skyscraper side, the menu would be even more perfect.  

“They’ve gotten good at handling cooking tools now.”  

Watching the breeding tribe kids cook was fascinating.  

Seeing them use various cooking utensils with their tiny, fluffy paws was adorable.  

There were even tools I had never seen before, but they handled them well, showing they had learned properly from Jae-seong.  

By the time I returned to my seat after looking around, an appetizer had already been served for us to snack on while waiting.  

“Brother, this is amazing!”  

“Huh? What is?”  

“The rabbits served the food! I think it’d be great if they just kept serving like this!”  

Seon-ah, who was mesmerized by the cuteness, spoke excitedly, her eyes gleaming.  

At the same time, she was holding her camera firmly, showing her professional spirit.  

“It really felt like we were dining at a fairytale village restaurant.”  

“If we hire these little ones as staff when we open the restaurant, it’ll be a huge hit.”  

My parents shared a similar opinion.  

After all, in the Dungeon of Gluttony, we had to pick up the finished food ourselves rather than having it served.  

I never expected such a big reaction just from having the rabbits serve the food.  

“Mmm! But what is this made of?”  

“I don’t know. They didn’t explain it.”  

“They couldn’t because they’re rabbits, right?”  

“Uh, yeah.”  

It seemed like we needed to have at least one human server along with the rabbits.  

We had to at least know what we were eating.  

Munch.  

I popped a bite-sized appetizer into my mouth.  

At first glance, it looked like a small, orange tart, but the distinct flavor that spread in my mouth immediately impressed me.  

“It’s carrot!”  

The subtle, non-overpowering sweetness of the carrot.  

And the creamy texture was exquisite.  

How did they manage to make carrots taste like this?  

‘Hmm, I think they added light fragments, too.’  

Guessing the ingredients while eating was quite fun.  

Since the dish was made from ingredients I had provided, there shouldn’t have been anything I didn’t recognize.  

As I was savoring the flavor, Ara muttered with a disappointed expression.  

“It’s too little.”  

“Oh no, this portion must be too small for our Ara. Hey, waiter! Bring us more food over here!”  

Hey, I’m the owner of this restaurant! Got it?  

I shamelessly demanded more food.  

Then Jae-seong came out of the kitchen, smiling awkwardly.  

“I guess I got too into it trying to create a real dining experience. I’ll make more for you.”  

“Bring out more food for our Ara and Cheong!”  

“Got it. Just wait a little, guys. Hehe.”  

After Jae-seong returned to the kitchen, the amount of food that came out suddenly increased.  

Not just a little more—almost an explosion of dishes.  

“Whoa.”  

I was briefly taken aback, but then I was even more shocked as I watched the food disappear in the blink of an eye.  

“It’s delicious!”  

“It’s so tasty!”  

“Grand Lord and Kyu-seong should eat too!”  

“Eat more!”  

“Ara, what about me?! Aren’t you thinking about your sister?!”  

Unlike Kyler and his daughter, who were quietly chatting while eating, our table was being bombarded with food.  

Thanks to that, we enjoyed a lively and rowdy meal, just like always.  

The atmosphere felt like a cozy fine-dining restaurant, yet our table seemed like a separate world.  

“It really is delicious. Wow.”  

Dishes made with serious dedication tasted on a whole different level.  

It was almost on par with food made from golden crops.  

Bite-sized appetizers.  

Starters.  

Soup.  

Bread.  

Crustacean dishes.  

Fish dishes.  

Salads and meat dishes.  

Desserts.  

The variety and selection were incredible.  

Without the help of the rabbits, it seemed impossible to serve all of this efficiently.  

And with such outstanding flavors, it was truly moving.  

“I’m so satisfied.”  

“My belly is full.”  

As we enjoyed the deep satisfaction of the meal, we suddenly realized that an hour and a half had flown by.  

“For the final course, here is dessert.”  

Everyone who had been cooking came out to serve the dessert.  

We applauded Jae-seong, Orie, Jung-yul, and Sian for their hard work.  

“It was really delicious! This is the full-course meal, right?”  

“The menu might change slightly, but for the most part, yes. Since we don’t have seasonal ingredients, I think we’ll adjust the menu quarterly.”  

The final dessert was just as amazing.  

There were monaka-like treats, cookies, and even ice cream.  

I heard that once coffee and tea became available, they planned to serve them alongside the desserts.  

“I hope we can harvest fruits soon.”  

If we had fruits, the variety of dishes we could create would increase significantly.  

Plus, since coming to Korea, Jae-seong had been using dungeon seafood to make various seasonings and semi-dried ingredients.  

The future looked incredibly promising.  

“Please give us your feedback!”  

Jae-seong grinned as he spoke, and everyone showered him with praise.  

Honestly, the meal was so satisfying that there was nothing to critique.  

“But what about drinks?”  

“Hmm, we’ll operate on a corkage system for now, but I’m thinking about making fruit wines using the fruits from your farm in the future.”  

“Should I contact Junichi? Maybe we can source some liquor from them.”  

“That would be really great.”  

As we shared our thoughts, Seon-ah asked a question.  

“So, when are you planning to start accepting customers?”  

“Hmm, I think we can start as early as next week.”  

“Nice! Then can I invite my friends?”  

“Of course. What do you think, brother?”  

Seon-ah’s friends, huh.  

Considering that she would soon be heading to China, the timing wasn’t bad.  

“Then let’s have Seon-ah and her friends be our first customers next week. How many people are we talking about?”  

“Hmm, can I invite everyone?”  

“Everyone? How many is that?”  

“Uh… about ten?”  

“Wait, are you actually an extrovert?”  

For someone like me, who had no friends, that number was unimaginable.  

But Seon-ah just looked at me like I was talking nonsense.  

“Ten is totally introverted. Who doesn’t even have ten friends?”  

“…”  

She was definitely doing this on purpose!  

I pretended not to be hurt and nodded.  

“Alright, let me know once you have the final headcount.”  

“Okay!”  

Seon-ah immediately ran outside to start making calls.  

I watched her go with envy before turning to Jae-seong.  

“Can I invite my guild members too?”  

“Of course, brother. As long as the timing doesn’t overlap, you can invite them anytime.”  

You’re not the only one with friends!  

I have friends too… well, at least people I can invite!  

Not that I was jealous of Seon-ah—definitely not—but seeing her invite people made me think of a few folks myself.  

Hanul and Jung So-yeon would absolutely love this.  

We might as well have another guild gathering.  

Not to mention the people from Terror, Iron Blood, and the Awakening Headquarters who had helped me before.  

I should treat all of them at least once.  

I also wondered if there was anyone else I had forgotten.  

Meanwhile, my parents were passionately debating whom they should invite.  

“You must feel really popular, Chef.”  

“Hehe.”  

Jae-seong scratched the back of his head and grinned like an idiot, making me laugh as well.  

Then Ara, rubbing her full belly, joined in our laughter.  

“It was delicious! Thank you, Jae-seong Jae-seong!”  

“It’s nothing. Just tell me whenever you want to eat. I’ll cook for you anytime.”  

“Okay! Jae-seong Jae-seong is my personal chef now!”  

And with that, our little private restaurant opening was complete.  

Thanks to the rabbits helping with cleanup, everything was tidied up in no time.  

Jung-yul and Sian, however, looked troubled.  

“It feels like we’re not doing anything at all.”  

“I thought we’d start with chores if we worked in a restaurant like this…”  

That’s a good thing, isn’t it?  

I told them not to worry and just focus on learning how to cook from Jae-seong.  

One day, when they opened their own restaurant, it would be the first external eatery to use my ingredients.  

Of course, I planned to supply them at a reasonable price fit for business.  

Some might say I was being too generous, but I wasn’t really in this to make a profit.  

That said, I would definitely set boundaries.  

If they didn’t do their job properly, I’d have no problem kicking them out.  

“Alright, time to take care of some overdue tasks before bed!”  

Returning to the dungeon, my first order of business was greeting the kids.  

Ras, Mammon, Frey.  

And a tour of the villages where the kids lived.  

As the owner of this land, I had been away for a whole week, so I needed to show my face.  

Cheong was already asleep, so I planned to take only Ara with me.  

“Is everyone doing well?”  

Ara looked at me impatiently, urging me to hurry up.  

I was at the storage room, restocking the supplies we had used.  

“Alright, let’s go, let’s go. Come on, Woffy!”  

– Woof!  

Excitedly wagging its tail, Woffy ran up, and I hopped onto its back.  

First stop: the fairy village.  

As we set off, I checked the minimap and noticed that Mammon and Ras were also in the fairy village.  

What were they doing there?  

I decided to head over quickly.  

It wasn’t long before we arrived at the village.  

But something seemed off—it was unusually noisy.  

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– ᄋᄆᄋ  

Several fairies spotted Ara and me and immediately panicked.  

“Emergency! Emergeeency! This is an emergency!”  

“Huh? What’s going on?”  

“I have no idea. I’m just translating what they’re saying.”  

Ara imitated their expressions and then quickly acted as if she hadn’t.  

“What’s happening?”  

“Let’s go find out!”  

Ara, who had dozed off slightly on Woffy’s back, now had a sharp glint in her eyes.  

I just hoped it wasn’t anything bad.  

As we got closer to the World Tree, the village came into view.  

And so did a group of gathered children.  

– Oh! L-Lord Overlord!!  

– Lord Overlord! Ara!  

– You’ve come.  

The three kids who greeted us all had serious expressions.  

I rushed toward them, sensing something unusual.  

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”  

– It’s been a week, Lord Overlord!  

“Yeah, yeah, hello, Frey. But seriously, what’s going on?”  

At my urgent question, their faces grew even more serious.  

Then they pointed at something.  

– Look at that!  

What is it, what is it?!  

I peered past the kids to see what they were referring to.  

There was something round and large—like a giant acorn?  

Curious, I stepped closer and inspected it carefully.  

It really did look like an acorn.  

“Is this edible?”  

Ara tilted her head, examining it.  

Frey immediately jumped in front of the acorn in alarm.  

– You must not eat it!  

“It’s not food?!”  

Ara looked just as shocked.  

Their little skit made me chuckle for a moment, but then I turned serious again.  

“So, what exactly is this?”  

– It’s a fruit! From the World Tree!  

“The World Tree’s fruit?”  

This was unexpected.  

It had appeared without any prior signs?  

And compared to what I imagined, it was quite small.  

Well, small was relative—it was nearly the size of my torso.  

But considering the massive size of the World Tree…  

“Did this appear while I was away?”  

– Yes!  

Damn, I missed a rare event.  

I approached and examined the fruit closely.  

It really did just look like an enormous acorn.  

A smooth, shiny shell, just like a regular acorn.  

“We should call Mark2.”  

– Ohh! Great idea! Why didn’t we think of that?  

Mark2, who had become the World Tree’s slime and could communicate with it.  

I needed to bring him here and have a chat with the tree.  

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After a brief discussion about what gift to present to the Great Moon, the meeting resumed as normal.  

Of course, there were moments when Deus abruptly brought up the Great Moon or Seolrang exclaimed, “I’ll be the gift!” disrupting the flow temporarily.  

Nonetheless, the meeting, which proceeded a bit more smoothly than usual, began to draw to a close just before dawn.  

As everyone prepared to say their closing remarks,  

[Seolrang]  

[Huh?]  

Deus suddenly called out to Seolrang.  

[By the way, what’s with your ears?]  

Seolrang had been pressing her ears shut with her hands.  

And not just once or twice.  

Throughout the meeting, she would press her ears intermittently whenever she found a chance. Deus had found this peculiar habit rather baffling.  

As everyone’s gaze turned toward her, Seolrang let out an “Ah!” and broke into a bright smile.  

[It’s what the Great Moon did for me!]  

[… The Great Moon did that for you?]  

[Yes! Like this, like this!]  

Although no one had asked, Seolrang began recounting the events of the recent colony one by one.  

[That’s how it happened!]  

As her story ended, the others each expressed their reactions in their own way.  

[… To think the Great Moon showed such a genuinely concerned expression…]  

[That’s remarkable.]  

Deus and Radan looked envious, perhaps because they were used to Alon’s usual expressionlessness.  

The fact that the Great Moon had shown even a fleeting emotion toward Seolrang held great significance for them.  

[…]  

Even Rine, who had spent several days in the colony, gazed at Seolrang with a subtly envious and sulky expression.  

However,  

[Of course, Seolrang. The Great Moon cares for ‘us.’ It’s only natural to be concerned when one of us, like you, is in danger, right?]  

Only Yutia retained her usual serene smile. A calm smile with no hint of emotional fluctuation.  

Seolrang stared at Yutia for a moment, then suddenly shrugged her shoulders triumphantly, as if she had realized something.  

[But I’ve seen the Great Moon smile!]  

[… The Great Moon smiled?]  

[Yes!]  

When Deus hesitantly asked, Seolrang nodded vigorously.  

Even Yutia’s lips twitched slightly at this.  

[… That must’ve been because the Great Moon was worried about you.]  

Still, Yutia didn’t lose her smile.  

[Nope! The Great Moon just smiled while we were chatting!]  

Thud—  

A sudden shift in the atmosphere.  

Yutia’s mouth closed tightly.  

Seolrang, now even more triumphant, shrugged her shoulders once again.  

[You haven’t seen the Great Moon smile, have you, Yutia?]  

Declaring victory, Seolrang made a V-sign with her fingers.  

The expression of Hidan, who had been silently observing the situation, grew peculiar.  

While it was true that the Moons often reacted like children whenever the Great Moon was mentioned, even considering that, Seolrang’s taunt was… quite juvenile, to say the least.  

‘…There’s no way the Red Moon would lose composure over something so trivial—’  

Hidan turned his gaze to Yutia with confidence but soon found his mouth agape.  

The unchanged smile Yutia had been wearing until moments ago  

was now visibly twisted for anyone to see.  

In other words, it was undeniable that Seolrang’s words had scratched her pride.  

Hidan cautiously averted his gaze.  

[Right!? So I’m the first to see the Great Moon’s smile, huh?]  

Seolrang, seemingly intoxicated by her “victory,” continued speaking gleefully, completely oblivious to the mood shift.  

But only for a while.  

[Hmm! When the Great Moon pressed my ears like this…]  

After a few minutes of boastful chatter, even Seolrang began to trail off and glance around nervously.  

[…]  

Because Yutia was no longer smiling at all.  

The moment Seolrang realized she had been far too caught up in her sense of triumph,  

[Hmm, I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave now. The meeting seems to be over anyway, so I’ll step out first.]  

Radan, who had a knack for reading the room, brought up some improbable midnight errand and disappeared from the screen.  

[…I have the same. I have a knightly meeting scheduled next…]  

Likewise, Deus immediately escaped the meeting.  

As Hidan pondered whether a better excuse than a pre-dawn meeting might exist,  

[… I’ll be going too. I’ve got work to do.]  

[… Huh?]  

Rine, who had been glaring at Seolrang with slight dissatisfaction, also left.  

Only then did Seolrang realize something was wrong.  

And soon,  

[Eek…]  

Noticing the sneer forming at the corner of Yutia’s lips, Seolrang unconsciously released her grip on her ears.  

Her freed ears instinctively folded back.  

Seolrang, who began glancing around nervously, slowly started retreating.  

[I-I should get going now too!]  

She fled.  

And then, the last two people remaining in the meeting were Hidan and… an extremely upset Yutia.  

When Hidan cautiously raised his head, he realized he had missed his chance to leave.  

‘What should I do?’  

Hidan began to feel suffocated.  

Surely, the other Moons had fled because they understood. They all knew how terrifying the Red Moon could be when even slightly angered.  

Of course, she wouldn’t mercilessly harm her allies, but her mere anger was enough to instill fear.  

Worried that her displaced wrath might turn toward him, Hidan nervously edged out of the screen and held his breath.  

The next moment,  

[Hah…]  

What reached his ears wasn’t an angry voice but a small sigh from Yutia.  

Hidan, now successfully out of the frame, cautiously glanced at the still-lit screen.  

On it was Yutia, her cheeks slightly puffed out.  

‘Puffed cheeks…?’  

Her slightly sulky expression, tinged with a faint blush,  

seemed out of character for her.  

[I’m the one who thinks about him the most…]  

She murmured softly, almost like a complaint, before ending the communication.  

“…???”  

Hidan was left dumbfounded by the fresh, unfamiliar side of the Red Moon he had just witnessed.  

Then, he realized.  

She had let her guard down, thinking all communication had ended because he had stepped out of the screen.  

Though it didn’t suit the Red Moon’s image, paradoxically, it was the first time she felt like a unique, individual “her.”  

As if witnessing a mirage, Hidan stared into the air for a moment.  

‘I should forget this.’  

Quickly assessing the situation, he broke into a cold sweat.  

If, by any chance, the Red Moon found out about this…  

That would be the end of him.  

Therefore,  

‘I need to erase this completely from my memory.’  

He made a firm resolve within himself.  

***

It had been about two months since Alon met with the Greenwood Trading company.  

As the ball approached, Alon began to hear developments aligning with the storylines he was familiar with from the original work.  

“… With this, it’s essentially complete.”  

“That’s right.”  

Facing Penia, Alon dispelled the newly perfected magic they had just fine-tuned.  

“Thanks. If it weren’t for your help, it would’ve taken much longer.”  

“Oh, no need to mention it.”  

Despite her humble words, Penia’s shoulders rose slightly.  

Her body language shouted, “Did you see that? That’s how amazing I am!”  

Alon, hiding a faint smirk behind his neutral expression, asked,  

“When is the next conference?”  

“Ah, well… It’s about three months from now, I think?”  

“Then let’s go together to that conference. Since you kept your promise, I’ll keep mine.”  

“Thank you so much!”  

Penia, as if she had just received a priceless treasure, bowed deeply in gratitude.  

After gazing at his hands briefly, Alon took a seat.  

“By the way, is there any point in further combinations now?”  

“Hmm~ Based on our research so far, it seems like creating a better formula would require a bit more experimentation…”  

Penia’s face grew noticeably tense, as if she feared Alon might actually want to continue.  

Seeing through her, Alon lightly shook his head.  

“Well, don’t worry. I’m not so shameless as to keep everything to myself,” Alon remarked.  

“Ah, yes…?” 

‘Doesn’t he lack shame already?’  

Penia kept the thought to herself, deciding not to say it aloud.  

“Still, your magic is quite unusual, Marquis,” she said.  

“In what way?”  

“…Its potency. The magic’s foundational structure and molecular arrangement are the same, but somehow its power keeps increasing.”  

“…You can sense that clearly?”  

Penia hesitated before responding.  

“Hmm, it’s negligible if you look at it day by day, but if you compare it to two months ago, there’s a noticeable difference.”  

“I see.”  

Alon nodded unconsciously.  

Of course, Alon hadn’t been secretly training at night or testing out new arrangements. His painfully small mana reserves didn’t allow for such indulgences.  

Yet, the reason his power seemed to be increasing was likely related to his divinity.  

…Though he had no idea where exactly this increase was coming from.  

As Alon mused over this, Penia spoke up again.  

“Um…”  

“Yes? What is it?”  

“If it’s alright, could you give me a hint about the reason behind this phenomenon?”  

Her eyes darted nervously, but her curiosity seemed to overcome her fear.  

Alon, realizing he couldn’t disclose the connection to divinity, deliberated for a moment.  

After some thought, he replied, “…I’ll let you know next time.”  

“Really? Thank you so much!”  

Brushing off her question, Alon left the office—now essentially Penia’s research lab.  

‘Well, now that my mana is replenished, it’s time to move on.’  

Alon pulled out the artifact, ‘Footsteps of the Past,’ from his inner pocket to check its condition.  

Once a jet-black hue, it had now turned blue, indicating it was finally ready to be used.  

‘…It took a lot of effort to fill it with mana. Not that I’ll be using it just yet.’  

Even while conducting magic experiments, Alon had diligently infused the artifact with mana, making it functional.  

Recalling the effort it took, he mentally reviewed his schedule.  

‘…First, attend the ball, then head to Lartania to use ‘Footsteps of the Past’ to meet Kylrus, and afterward, retrieve the artifact from the ruins.’  

Without taking much of a break, Alon left the Marquis’ estate as planned.  

***

A few weeks later, as Alon and his group arrived at Terea, where the ball was to be held, in the Holy Kingdom of Rosario,  

“Greetings, Cardinal Yutia.”  

“Yes, it’s been a while, Chosen.”  

Cardinal Yutia and Chosen Eliban exchanged greetings.  

A hidden, profound smile lingered on their faces.  

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I felt sorry for the participants in the selection tournament, but some time had passed since the sudden deathmatch began.

“Huff, huff….”

“…”

“…”

As the smoke that had filled the arena slowly cleared, the outcome of the battle, which even I couldn’t grasp, finally revealed itself before my eyes.

‘…At least three people are still standing.’

The ones who remained at the end of the chaos were Cecil, Adele, and the doppelgänger, Robin — three in total.

Judging by that, it seemed the minimum requirement for placing in the promising rookie selection had been met.

‘The other students… luckily, they just fainted.’

In the confusion of a battle where not even an inch ahead was visible, all I could do was protect the students with holy magic as best as I could.

‘Well, all that mattered was that they fought, right?’

After practicing on Alfred, who constantly suffered from osteoporosis, I had become quite skilled in healing and protection.

Thankfully, I had more than enough stolen magic from the demon, so although they passed out, no one suffered fatal wounds.

“Saintess, it’s time.”

“……”

“Confirm who your hero is.”

Anyway, it was clumsy, but with only three participants remaining in the selection tournament, I quietly spoke to Hestia, who stood next to me.

“Really… such a barbaric method.”

“…Haha.”

“Did the selection of the hero go as planned?”

Looking at the unconscious students with a hint of concern, Hestia asked me in a worried tone.

“Trust me, Saintess.”

Of course, it was true that the method was overly forceful, so I couldn’t give a definite answer, but I smiled brightly and cheered her on.

“Even if the awakening fails, we’ll fall together.”

“Sigh….”

She let out a deep sigh, then suddenly asked in a quiet voice.

“What if I betray you after awakening?”

“Hmm, then….”

That possibility honestly hadn’t occurred to me, so I looked momentarily flustered.

Deciding to lighten the awkward moment with humor, I lowered my voice and whispered.

“I’ll just kidnap you again and reprogram you until you listen, right?”

“……”

“All the suffering you’ve endured until now will probably feel like child’s play. Hahaha….”

As soon as I said it, I regretted it.

Her expression instantly turned cold.

“Uh, that was just a joke….”

“…Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.”

Just as I was about to make an excuse while glancing at her, Hestia narrowed her eyes and muttered.

“Rather than shriveling under the church’s trials, it might be better to be broken by your hands.”

Wait, what is she saying now?

“So, what kind of punishment do you have in mind?”

“……”

“I’ve endured so much already that no ordinary punishment will do….”

Hestia, who leaned in close with a teasing voice, had a slight blush on her cheeks.

No wonder she’d been saying strange things about demon kings earlier — that timid personality of hers probably led her to secretly drink to calm her nerves.

“Oh. I see you’re not immune to this kind of joke.”

“There’s no time. Go, quickly.”

Thanks to my experience with drunken family members in a past life, I knew dealing with a drunkard was a waste of time.

So, I sighed and pushed her forward.

“He… he tamed a demon.”

“But that person is clearly a white mage…”

Honestly, I wanted to witness the saint’s awakening with my own eyes, but I didn’t have the luxury of time.

“More than that, the rules of the Holy Nation come first.”

“Then… is she the enemy?”

As Azrael’s spell lifted and the paladins began to move again, they started watching me with suspicious eyes from behind.

‘This is bad.’

If they intervened before Hestia’s awakening was complete, everything might fall apart.

But I couldn’t involve the other executives just to stop them.

If Hestia’s awakening failed, I might be able to take the fall alone, but I couldn’t let the others be judged by the Holy Nation.

“Ha, everyone. Please, listen to me for a moment—”

“It’s useless.”

Just as I stepped forward to somehow persuade the paladins—

“They never listen before charging into things.”

Meredia, who had been silently glaring at me from the side, suddenly stepped in front of me.

“Lady Meredia?”

“Don’t speak to me. I might just kill you.”

I had been watching her carefully, trying to gauge her mood, but when I opened my mouth, her threatening response surprised me.

“I’m sorr—”

“…Why would you do something like that without telling me?”

I had no excuse, so I hurried to apologize, but her voice was slightly trembling.

“You scared me… you bastard.”

Only then did I properly notice the pale, terrified expression on her face.

‘This isn’t the time for it, but why does she look so cute right now?’

I immediately shook my head, clearing the inappropriate thought, and spoke.

“Lade Meredia, if you stay near me now, it’ll cause prob—”

“The problems started piling up when I got engaged to you.”

But she cut me off and quietly stepped beside me.

“I’ll stand trial with you. If I give up most of my rights, I can at least save your life.”

“That won’t be nec—”

“…You really don’t understand, do you, Whitney Lingard?”

Then, amazingly, she calmly took my hand and declared in a cold voice—

“You’re part of my property now. That was the contract, wasn’t it?”

“……”

“You don’t have a choice. Got it?”

I didn’t know whether to be touched or terrified.

“If you didn’t want this, you shouldn’t have sold your rights to me.”

“Haha….”

“…If you understand, go deal with that demon who’s throwing a fit over there.”

Of course, this wasn’t the time to argue, so I followed Meredia’s words and approached Azrael, who was still writhing on the floor.

“You’re a good one, right? Want to shrink down and hide in my clothes for a bit?”

“Gaaaah!!!”

“Hmm, not very obedient, huh….”

But clearly, controlling a demon I had forcibly tamed without preparation was too much for me.

“For now, just making sure she doesn’t attack anyone is probably the best I can do….”

“Sigh.”

Hearing my timid response, Meredia ran a hand through her hair and sighed before opening her mouth as if resigned.

“I’ll take care of the witnesses.”

“What?”

“I’ll take responsibility. You just take her and hide—”

Just as cold sweat trickled down my forehead at her terrifying but simple solution—

“No.”

From right behind me, Hestia’s refreshing voice rang out.

“There’s no need for that.”

“What do you mean?”

Thanks to that, Meredia, who frowned and turned her gaze away, asked Hestia with a hint of anxiety.

“……Huh?”

“I know the optimal solution.”

But as I also turned my gaze to her, I couldn’t help but open my mouth with a dazed expression.

‘Her body… it looks like it’s glowing a little…’

Because of the overwhelming dark energy in the surroundings, I couldn’t be sure.

But if what I was seeing was real, it could only mean one thing.

‘Has the Hero finally been born?’

In the original game, Hestia always emitted a glow from her body when she awakened as the Saint after coming into contact with the Hero.

In other words, if her body was glowing now, it meant the desperate deathmatch strategy had succeeded.

“Saintess, which of the three is the Hero… huh?”

So I hurriedly tried to ask Hestia, but for some reason, she passed by me without a word and stopped in front of Meredia.

“Anyway. Lady Meredia.”

“You…”

“I’d like to ask for your understanding on one matter.”

Hestia, exuding a mysterious aura that didn’t match her previously humiliating demeanor, spoke in a low voice.

“……What?”

Meredia’s gem-like eyes suddenly widened.

“Are you out of your mind, Saintess?”

Then, with her eyes turning a deep red, Meredia began to emit killing intent toward Hestia without even trying to hide it.

‘…What the? What did she say?’

What on earth could she have said to provoke such a reaction from Lady Meredia, who had remained calm even in this outrageous situation?

“Come, follow me.”

“…Uh-huh.”

But before I could dwell on it, Hestia suddenly grabbed my arm and started dragging me forward toward the paladins.

“Saintess, what are you trying to do…?”

“…Just leave it to me from here on.”

Maybe it was just my imagination, but somehow, the words coming from Hestia as she held my arm felt oddly familiar.

“This time, I’ll be the one to save you.”

Wait—wasn’t that line supposed to be from Chapter 1, where the Saint says it to the Hero?

***

“Paladins, hold your positions!”

“!?”

“?!”

“Your Saintess is here before you!”

The paladins of the Holy Nation, who had surrounded Whitney in combat stance, widened their eyes and froze at the sudden appearance of Hestia.

“S-Saintess…?”

“Is this… a demonic illusion?”

“No, impossible. There’s no illusion that can replicate that level of divinity….”

Though she looked quite different from before due to Bergen’s disguise, the radiant glow around her and the divine power that began spreading throughout the arena unmistakably proved her identity.

“Sh-shouldn’t we contact the capital first?”

“Yeah, let’s verify this.”

“…If she really is the Saintess, this is a huge event.”

Still, because of how sudden her appearance was, the paladins hesitated and remained on guard.

– RUUUMBLE…!

At that very moment, with an earth-shattering roar, the sky split open and a blinding light poured down onto the arena.

“Kyaaaaaa!”

Simultaneously, Azrael — bound to the mortal realm by Whitney’s command — began to burn.

Not only the paladins but everyone in the arena could now do nothing but accept that her words were true.

“This is… a miracle.”

“The Goddess’s blessing has reached the heavens….”

As the paladins all laid down their weapons and knelt before her, Hestia — with a briefly tense expression — composed herself and began to speak.

“Brothers and sisters, I have spent a long journey hiding from the grip of evil, and through the blessings and revelations of the Goddess, I have returned here once more.”

After saying that much, Hestia flinched, glancing at Whitney nervously, then looked up at the sky just in case.

Thankfully, the Goddess didn’t strike her with lightning for lying.

“And through the arrangements of our great Goddess, I was finally able to find the Hero to whom I could entrust my destiny and be reborn as the true Saintess!”

With newfound confidence, Hestia raised her voice, and her words echoed through every silent corner of the arena.

“And now, I shall introduce to you… my Hero.”

At that moment, all eyes in the arena focused solely on Hestia.

“…What are you doing? Hurry up and step forward.”

“…Huh?”

While keeping her calm through deep breaths, she suddenly elbowed Whitney in the ribs and whispered with an awkward smile.

“This is the optimal solution I came up with.”

“Wait, hold on….”

“You dared to kidnap and train a Saintess, so now you have to take responsibility.”

Only then did Whitney realize Hestia’s plan, and he began stepping back in a panic — but it was far too late.

“The one who will save the world with me—my Hero.”

By then, Hestia had already linked arms with him, forcing a smile on her face.

“Now, quickly declare it before everyone.”

“…Wait, what?”

“I’ll keep your identity as the Demon King a secret between just the two of us….”

Staring blankly at the faintly sinful smile rising on her lips, Whitney’s mind began to ring with alarm bells.

‘…Wait, is this the “Corrupted Saintess” route?’

Because at that very moment, he realized—

The glow radiating from Hestia’s body wasn’t brilliant white.

It was a deep, dark gray.

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“?”

“..?”

Alon couldn’t help but feel endlessly bewildered as he watched the woman suddenly shed tears.

She had simply been staring at him before abruptly starting to cry.

‘Did I… do something?’

A flood of thoughts raced through his mind, but naturally, he hadn’t done anything.

In fact, he hadn’t even had the time to.

The moment of confusion lasted only briefly.

“I’m sorry, something suddenly got into my eye.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“…I see.”

Alon could only reply hesitantly to the woman’s slow explanation.

No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem like something got into her eye; it looked more like she was crying out of sorrow.

But since she insisted that was the case, pressing the matter felt inappropriate, so he decided not to dwell on it.

“……Shall we introduce ourselves first?”

“Yes, I am Lina, the head of the Greenwood Trading company.”

For a moment, Alon tried to recall anything about the Greenwood Trading company, but he quickly gave up.

‘It doesn’t seem to be a particularly famous Trading company.’

All he knew was the information he’d just heard from the attendant earlier.

“I heard you wanted to discuss something with me regarding gold crafts. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Then let’s hear it in detail.”

She nodded as she wiped her eyes again.

***

30 minutes later.

“Marquis.”

“What is it?”

“Did the discussion go well?”

“It ended well enough.”

“Oh, really?”

Alon asked at Evan’s surprised reaction.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s just… Normally, discussions with Trading company heads don’t end this quickly. And we’re talking about gold crafts, aren’t we? I assumed there would be a lot to negotiate.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

Alon nodded in agreement.

‘Indeed, the value of gold crafts is high.’

Gold itself was expensive, and the value of crafted gold items could vary greatly depending on the artisan.

Of course, Alon had a general understanding of these common sense matters, even if not in detail.

“Honestly, I was a little surprised too.”

“Why?”

“That it ended so quickly.”

In truth, Alon had been bewildered the whole time at how smoothly things had gone.

‘The terms were too good.’

Good terms, from Alon’s perspective, were naturally not a bad thing.

However, the better the terms for Alon, the worse they should have been for the other party.

At its core, negotiations were about balancing mutual benefits and losses.

If one part of the deal was advantageous, there had to be other parts that required compromise.

This principle had held true in all the transactions Alon had made with numerous Trading Companies so far.

Yet in this negotiation, even before they began, there were many terms disproportionately in Alon’s favor.

‘…Something feels off.’

That was precisely the point Alon found peculiar.

While the negotiation ended successfully, no matter how he thought about it, Alon couldn’t figure out what the Trading company was gaining from the deal.

‘Well, if I had to nitpick, it’s not exactly a losing deal for them either… But still, there were definitely parts where they could’ve been more ambitious. Why did they give up on so much?’

As Alon pondered further, he eventually shrugged his shoulders as he often did.

The outcome was good.

Since the contract didn’t put him at any disadvantage, there was no need to overthink it.

‘…Though I still don’t understand why she was crying at first.’

The fact that she’d burst into tears the moment she saw him left him puzzled as well.

“Oh, by the way, Marquis.”

“What is it?”

“They say the vice tower master has discovered a new formula.”

“…Is that so?”

With no time to dwell on his thoughts, Alon rose from his seat to head toward where Penia was.

***

Meanwhile, Lina, the head of the Greenwood Trading company—or rather, the Elf Queen Magrina, who had just been speaking with Alon—was lost in a deep sea of thoughts.

The human disguise dropped, and Perion, who had accompanied her as her escort, gazed at her with a somewhat peculiar expression.

The reason lay in the queen’s demeanor earlier.

‘…What was that?’

Perion couldn’t understand her overall behavior today.

The queen had left Greynifra, a place she absolutely should never abandon, to visit Marquis Palatio for a single reason.

To confirm whether Marquis Palatio was the Primordial Elf or not.

But inwardly, Perion believed this journey would yield little result for the queen.

If Philde—the highest-ranking wizard among the elves—was correct in her assumption…

Even if Marquis Palatio were the Primordial Elf and recognized his sister, Queen Magrina, he wouldn’t acknowledge her openly.

In other words, under such limitations, the queen had no way of discerning whether Marquis Palatio was the Primordial Elf.

Thus, despite the queen’s resolute conviction that she would confirm it by seeing him in person, Perion had maintained a skeptical stance.

However…

‘…Why did she shed tears?’

Although the queen now appeared deep in thought with a serious expression, Perion had undoubtedly witnessed it.

Just earlier, the moment she saw Marquis Palatio’s face, a single tear had streaked down her cheek.

Perion could confidently say it was the first time he had seen such a reaction from the queen.

She never revealed personal emotions in front of others.

While she was certainly a compassionate ruler, she bore the weight of her royal duties more heavily than anyone and fulfilled them without fail.

Could she have truly sensed something from Marquis Palatio? In a way unknown to him?

‘But if that’s the case…’

Perion looked at her again.

By now, Magrina had returned to wearing the composed face of a ruler.

Not as a “sister” revealing fragments of emotion tied to the Primordial Elf, but as a clear and resolute “queen.”

Just as Perion considered risking impropriety to satisfy his curiosity…

“Perion.”

The queen, who had been silent since they left Marquis Palatio’s estate, suddenly spoke.

“Yes.”

Perion held his breath for a moment.

A fleeting mix of emotions crossed the queen’s face—regret, sorrow, and a faint smile—all gone in an instant.

After a brief pause, Magrina gave her command.

“…Place the Shadow Leaves beside him.”

“…! Shadow Leaves?”

“Yes.”

Shadow Leaves.

For those who guarded the roots of ‘Paggade’, the Shadow Leaves were a select group of elves who protected the queen from the shadows, each of them a sword master.

They were essentially the queen’s personal escort unit.

“Do you mean—”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“…How did you realize it?”

Perion’s expression reflected his bewilderment.

Magrina recalled the gloves worn by Marquis Palatio.

Gloves that only elves could use.

More precisely, gloves that could only be used by the Primordial Elf—

Her brother.

As soon as she saw them, tears had involuntarily flowed, but her certainty that Marquis Palatio was the Primordial Elf did not solely stem from that.

“I have my own way.”

“… …”

The queen answered with a smile and retrieved something from her robe.

It was an old ring.

A ring so weathered that it had lost its luster in many places.

Originally, there was only supposed to be one of its kind in the entire world.

“My own way.”

The <Ring of Restraint> that Alon had first obtained in the labyrinth now rested in her hand.

A ring gifted by the Primordial Elf.

***

At that moment, Alon was…

“Hm~ So the Trading company leader just poured out everything, then cried and laughed? Is that about right?”

Reviewing the earlier events with Penia.

“Well… The order might’ve been reversed, but that’s the gist.”

“Could it have been some sort of forced agreement… or something along those lines?”

Penia’s face briefly showed sympathy before Alon interjected.

“What exactly do you think of me…?”

She hurriedly waved her hands.

“Oh, no, no, not that! Haha… Maybe the Trading company leader just has… mood swings?”

“…Hmm, perhaps.”

“What a pity, at such a young age.”

And with that, their oddly comforting (?) conversation concluded.

***

It was dusk.

For Hidan, the regular meetings of the Blue Moon were generally a bit chaotic.  

To be precise, they started quietly but grew more unruly as time passed.  

While the meetings had always progressed this way, Hidan had never found them particularly bothersome.  

Whenever discussions became excessively noisy or heated, Red Moon would step in to mediate and restore order.  

However, at this moment, Hidan felt deeply uneasy.  

The reason?  

[You’ve all heard, right?]  

[A birthday gift, huh—]  

It was none other than the matter of the Great Moon’s birthday gift.  

No, to be more precise, it was because of the discussions regarding the gift.  

[Deus, just so you know, don’t go overboard with an outrageous gift.]  

[I know.]  

[Are you ‘really’ sure you know?]  

[Yes, I plan to prepare something ‘appropriate.’]  

[Hmm, same here. I’m planning something perfectly appropriate.]  

[I feel the same. We mustn’t make the gift burdensome for Brother.]  

The moons had started a subtle yet unmistakable competition.  

[Hmm, everyone’s got the right idea. It seems we all understand that giving an overly extravagant gift could overwhelm him.]  

[Yes, I completely understand!]  

Hidan glanced over the other moons, including Yutia.  

The moons wore relaxed, knowing smiles.  

At first glance, it seemed as though their words could be taken at face value, but Hidan, who frequently roamed around gathering reports, knew better.  

…The five moons were ‘absolutely not’ preparing “appropriate” gifts.  

In other words—  

[Yes, we must give something at the ‘appropriate’ level.]  

[Right, I agree. At the ‘appropriate’ level.]  

[Understood completely. ‘Appropriate,’ indeed…]  

[…Same here.]  

[Me too!]  

In this repeated conversation, everyone, except for the cheerful Golden Moon, was carefully hiding their true intentions while gauging each other.  

…All because they wanted to give the Great Moon a gift that would surpass the others.  

Thus—  

‘Do we really… need to go this far?’  

Hidan felt his energy drain, stifling a quiet sigh deep within.  

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