Round 275

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The next day, as soon as the alarm went off, I opened my eyes and got up.

I had trouble sleeping the night before because of the sudden discovery of the Relic of Gluttony.

“What could it be?”

The Relic of Gluttony!

It even had the name “relic” attached to it.

Of course, since it was something Ara had said, I had a little, just a little, doubt about it, but still, I couldn’t help but be excited.

A relic of the Seven Deadly Sins, doesn’t that sound quite plausible?

“Ugh!”

At that moment, Ara, who had been sleeping, suddenly sat up. Then, with a dazed face, she looked up at me.

“It’s an adventure.”

“Did you wake up? I got up a little early to check the fields, so Ara can sleep more.”

“I’m waking up.”

Stumbling as she got up, she swayed and moved. Then, as if remembering something, she came back and sat next to Cheong.

“I’m waking up.”

“Sister? I’m getting sleepy. Hehe.”

Cheong pouted with a cute smile.

Ah, our Cheong is so cute and cheerful, even when throwing a little tantrum.

In the end, unable to resist, I joined them and hugged them tightly.

“Dad, it tickles.”

“The beard has grown.”

I was savoring my happiness for a while, and eventually decided to go to the fields with the kids.

“Whoosh whoosh.”

I had told Ara to wash her face, but she ended up taking a shower instead. It was so cute, so I just watched without saying anything.

“Dad, dad. Puh puh.”

While washing Cheong’s face, Cheong kept making noises and playing around.

Cheong’s face looked much brighter now.

After washing the kids, I quickly washed myself and then took a bite of the bread I had made with a simple flour mixture.

I spread strawberry jam generously and took a big bite. The sweet taste of the strawberries and the savory scent of the bread made my mouth feel delightful.

Even though it wasn’t freshly baked, it was a satisfying meal.

One wasn’t enough, so I ate a few more.

The kids also spread the jam on their own and ate eagerly. I felt a little dissatisfied, so I took some eggs from the fridge.

I quickly fried the eggs and put them on the bread, then sprinkled some Embergrill herbs on top. A new flavor emerged.

“Mm!”

It would be perfect if I had some coffee to go with it!

“Coffee? Should I bring some and try growing it?”

I’ll have to ask the guild about it. I bet if I mention it, they’ll bring over several seedlings.

“There’s so much to do.”

The seeds sent from the US need to be planted as soon as winter is over. I also need to plant fruit trees, excluding the apple trees, and I want to try growing cacao nibs too.

Now, I’m thinking of growing coffee beans as well…

Since we’re talking about coffee, I’m also tempted by green tea, but is that too much?

I’ll think about it after winter ends. There’s only about a week of winter left now.

It’ll be over soon, so I need to prepare in advance.

“I’m farming!”

Even though it was winter, I continued to manage the fields regularly.

Since I had put up a greenhouse, there were no major problems, and besides, the slimes had always been taking care of things as usual, so I had less work than usual.

“Hmm, hmm. No problems with today’s harvest.”

Then, suddenly, I heard a loud noise from one side.

Soon after, Ara and Cheong, along with a few slimes, came running excitedly.

“Beard, beard!”

“Dad!!”

Our little ones are so excited, running toward me. They must want to check the Relic of Gluttony quickly.

“Yes, yes. It’s almost done. Just wait a little longer.”

“That’s not it! Follow me!”

“Follow you?”

Turning my gaze, my face froze slightly.

Could it be…?

I was hurriedly pulled by the kids’ hands and made my way to the fields. I soon saw the empty inside of the greenhouse.

“Ugh.”

But in the center of the field, there was one large plant stem, bent down by the greenhouse.

“Is this… the strawberry field?”

“Yes! It’s the golden strawberry!”

Golden Strawberry!

It was the moment I saw the second golden crop, something I never expected.

Pop!

Just then, Mark2 appeared from somewhere and urgently gestured to me.

“We need to remove the greenhouse!”

“Huh? Huh?”

With Ara’s translation, I immediately began the process of dismantling the greenhouse.

The golden strawberry, which had been bent down and unable to grow taller because of the greenhouse, stood tall and massive once freed from it.

“Wow, what on earth is this?”

This looked nothing like the strawberries I had seen before. From the outside, you could even call it a tree.

It really seemed like a tree, though its stem was flexible, which likely prevented it from breaking through the greenhouse.

Before long, the plant began to grow in real-time right before our eyes.

It stretched its height, thickened, and started blooming flowers.

Slither!

The slimes moved frantically.

However, it seemed difficult for them to reach the flowers due to their high position.

“I’ll do it!”

Slither?!

Luckily, my height was enough to reach, but I wasn’t sure who would even call this a strawberry.

It was more like a real tree.

Slither—

“Just a little more, scrape it off! Pollen, lots of it! Yes! That’s it!”

Under Mark2’s guidance and Ara’s translation, the work continued.

I moved around the tree, and later even brought a ladder to help with the task.

“Can I pick just one flower?”

I wanted to send it to the lab. I picked about three flowers and handed them over to Cheong.

Since there were many flowers, it wasn’t a big deal. I began cross-pollinating the flowers, which I estimated to be in the thousands, and later Ara and Cheong also helped.

My younger siblings, who had woken up late, came to watch.

“What is this?”

“Whoa! Hyung! Wow! What is this!”

Seon-ah looked on in disbelief, while Jae-seong was incredibly excited.

Ah, by the way, I had arranged for the ducks to have their own house nearby. They had originally been living in the dungeon, but since they caused too much trouble, they finally found their own room.

Anyway, with my younger siblings’ attention, we finally finished the task.

I didn’t even have to worry about any flowers being unpollinated.

The slimes had perfectly handled everything.

“Strawberries.”

“Strawberries?! This?”

Seon-ah gasped, as if saying such a thing was impossible.

Then her expression changed to one of understanding.

“Well, this kind of thing has to happen once in a while.”

“Is this a mutation, hyung? Wow, I’m so excited.”

“Do you remember the golden carrots we ate last time? It’s a similar phenomenon. I can’t make it happen on my own, but if I’m lucky, it turns out like this. I guess it’s a mutation, just like you said?”

Soon, the cross-pollinated flowers began to wilt.

Because it was a golden crop, the growth process was incredibly fast.

As the flowers began to wither, fruits began to form where the ovaries were, and soon we saw strawberries hanging, just like the ones we commonly know.

“Is this a strawberry?”

“It looks just like an apple.”

As my younger siblings had reacted, the strawberries began to grow large. They were roughly the size of Ara’s fist.

Having only seen tiny strawberries the size of a thumb up until now, seeing such large ones felt very unfamiliar.

Their appearance was round and smooth, almost like an apple.

“The colors are also varied.”

White, red, pink, orange, purple, and except for the seeds densely packed on the surface, there was almost no resemblance to regular strawberries.

“But why are there so many?”

Multiple strawberries were hanging from a single flower.

The sheer number of them made me feel a little emotional.

“The golden carrots only had one!”

Of course, the golden carrot was enormous and almost as big as Ara’s height, but it always felt like something was missing.

However, this time, so many strawberries grew, and it was even more moving.

Slither!

“Now, we can harvest them!”

“Already? Great!”

Since there were thousands of fruits, we harvested them ourselves, excluding the slimes who couldn’t reach the high ones.

‘What about the apple trees?’

For the taller fruit trees, I would have to think a bit about them later. Or maybe I could set up slime-specific ladders for each tree so they could climb up.

As I was thinking about this while harvesting the strawberries, I suddenly wanted to check their effectiveness.

I was already preparing a forced golden sweet potato project to heal Kyler’s daughter, and I wondered if this could work too.

[★??]

[A strawberry with the combined energies of the soil, slime, crops, and magical power, created by a twist of fate.]

[The effect increases based on the star grade.]

[1-Star Effect]

[When consumed, it treats severe external and internal injuries.]

[When consumed, it permanently increases recovery-related abilities.]

[When consumed, it increases magical power by one level (for magic below level 3, once only).]

“Ah!”

Just as I had expected!

But one downside was that its star grade was the same as the golden carrot I had grown before, which was just one star.

“Shall we eat while we’re at it?”

“Whoa! That’s a great idea!”

The sweet and fragrant scent of the strawberries was hard to resist. It was like how bees are drawn to flowers; I couldn’t help but want to bring them to my mouth.

There was plenty of them.

Even if all the kids in the dungeon ate some, there would still be thousands left.

With my kids being less than 2,000 in number, there was more than enough strawberry supply.

“Can we eat this? It feels like it’s something rare.”

Seon-ah asked with a slight hint of nervousness.

I thought she would quickly grab one and eat it, but this was unexpected.

“It’s fine. I grew them to eat, so we should eat them.”

“Hyung! This effect is insane!”

‘That’s right. If I eat this, I’ll be a Level 3 Awakener!’

I had become a Level 2 Awakened from the golden carrot, and now, after eating this golden strawberry, I was going to become a Level 3!

What’s more, the magic enhancement range of a golden crop with one star was up to Level 3 and below. That meant, with golden crops, even Level 4 Awakeners could be upgraded.

‘Though, I’m a Liquid Synthesis user!’

Even if I became a Level 4 Awakener, being a Liquid Synthesis user didn’t really mean much.

Ah, I should say I’m a dual Awakener, the Slime Overlord.

Liquid Synthesis doesn’t sound as cool though.

“Then, I’ll eat it!”

Gulp. 

“I’m going to enjoy this!”

We all sat together in a cozy group and each grabbed a strawberry to eat.

After sharing some strawberries with the slimes, I held one with both hands and took a big bite.

Splat!

The strawberry juice burst out!

For a moment, I almost felt guilty…

Splash!

“Huh?”

Before I knew it, I was swept into a stream made of strawberries.

Around me, strawberries were laughing joyfully and floating down the stream with me, and I could taste the strawberry scent all over my body as I gulped down the strawberry-flavored water.

“It’s delicious!”

“Ahhahaha!”

The strawberries seemed to be happy with my reaction.

Soon, we reached the end of the stream, where there was a strawberry swimming pool.

A massive lake of strawberry juice.

Strawberries were swimming excitedly or diving in the cool, amazing place!

I played in the water with the strawberries, either swimming with them or floating in the lake, enjoying myself.

“…Hah!”

What was that, just now?

When I came to my senses, all that was left in my hand was a pitiful trace of the strawberry.

I could see the slimes eagerly licking up the strawberry juice spilled on the ground.

……………I couldn’t resist either.

In the end, I gave up on my humanity and joined the slimes, licking the juice.

No way, this tastes so good!

It was too delicious to call it just a strawberry. This was divine fruit.

If there’s such a thing as heaven, I imagined fruits like this would grow there.

“I want to eat more!”

This insane addiction almost made me eat another strawberry, but I barely managed to hold back.

Phew! Well done, Lee Kyu-seong!

Now, let’s see how the others are reacting. I was so distracted that I hadn’t even noticed what the others were doing.

“Hyung….”

“Oh, Jae-seong, are you back to your senses?”

“This… Haha.”

Jae-seong laughed, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe it.

It was a reaction I totally understood.

Ara and Cheong were still licking their hands, their eyes slightly glazed, which was a little scary.

And Seon-ah…

“What is this? Why do I see something weird in front of me?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Could she be seeing the strawberry lake too? But her reaction was too real to be fake.

“Has my Awakening been completed? Wait, could it be that I…?”

“What?!”

No way, that message!!

It was Seon-ah’s Awakening, completely unexpected!

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Fool 2

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I am Kim Su-min.

Until I was diagnosed with chronic leukemia at the age of eleven, I had lived an ordinary life.

Chemotherapy is absolute hell. Especially when your entire family is sick and tired of it.

For someone like me, who had become the household burden as my illness dragged on, novels—where I could escape reality—became more precious than anything else.

One day, while browsing through the depths of a minor web novel platform, I stumbled upon An Old Tale. I swore to myself, over and over, that no matter what, I would see this story through to the end before I died.

And finally, just as the hero’s party was about to face the Demon King in their final battle, I realized—I was the last remaining reader.

And that was it.

“…Huh?”

Staring at the web novel screen with the Next Chapter button grayed out, I lowered my head.

I understood. If there was only one reader left even at the climax, any author would want to drop the story.

I tried to accept it and move on.

But I just couldn’t.

So, I did everything I could to contact the author—sending emails, leaving comments, even messaging them directly.

I knew it. This was the exact setup of a typical novel transmigration cliché.

And, honestly? A part of me wished that cliché would become reality.

Because there was no sign of me escaping this endless fight against my illness.

Even if it meant being transmigrated into a novel, I just wanted to get away from this reality.

And if anyone were to enter that world, I believed—no, knew—that it had to be me.

But… I’ve changed my mind.

Because Sunya just handed me an absurd task.

“Become an angel and help Isabel in her second chance at life.”

Isabel!

Who is she?

The only comic relief character in the utterly bleak dark fantasy An Old Tale.

Her first appearance? Crying her eyes out after accidentally dropping all her possessions into a river.

And after that, she just kept causing trouble, big and small.

Even up until the hero’s party stormed the Demon King’s castle, Isabel never really matured into a proper adult.

And now, she’s regressing?

If she doesn’t mess up the future beyond repair, it’ll be a miracle.

“…Haa.”

But what’s done is done. I’m already an angel.

I looked the same as usual, but my body felt light, and—most importantly—I wasn’t in pain anymore.

Now, it was time to figure out what I had to do.

I glanced around.

Angels are inherently abstract beings. They only take form when summoned through a priest’s prayer. Otherwise, they exist in their own personal realm.

And my personal realm…

Annoyingly enough, looked exactly like a hospital room.

A bed with stainless steel railings, a vital signs monitor, and shiny marble tiles.

The sight made me nauseous.

I had just escaped this wretched hospital room—only to find myself back in one.

I guess it is the place I’m most familiar with. But can’t I change it?

Oh?

Just as I thought that, my realm began to shift, as if responding to my will.

A moment later, it settled into a new form.

“…This is…”

I let out a small laugh.

A playground.

The same one I used to run around in as a child—back when I wasn’t a cancer patient, just a kid who was a little weak.

Soft sand covered the ground, and there was a swing set, a slide, and a seesaw.

Yeah, this was much better.

It might be a little childish, but I liked it a lot more than that suffocating hospital room.

As my heart grew lighter, I suddenly remembered Isabel.

Like me, who had just become an angel, she had probably just regressed.

Was she panicking?

I had no idea how I was supposed to help her.

And from the looks of it, I couldn’t even leave this place yet.

How was I supposed to contact Isabel?

Just then—

As if responding to my curiosity, a massive glass pane materialized in midair.

Or was it more of a window?

Through it, I could see the world below, clear as day.

For a brief moment, I thought it was a useful feature.

Then I took a closer look at Isabel…

And realized—

She was running.

Through the church halls. With a massive grin on her face.

“You absolute idiot…!”

If she had really regressed, she should be going over her memories, carefully considering her next moves, and—

You know—planning for the future!

***

Taptaptap—

Isabel’s light footsteps echoed through the hallway.

Too excited to contain herself, she darted around with boundless energy.

‘I’m back!’

As she ran past her fellow priests—some of whom had been her friends since her monastery days—her face bloomed into a bright, beaming smile.

‘Everyone’s alive!’

Sunlight streamed in through the stained-glass windows, filling the world with light.

There was no scent of blood. No demons lurking in the shadows.

Isabel knew instantly.

The Demon King had not yet resurrected.

The world was still untouched by destruction.

‘I missed this place so much!’

Zero Prime.

The grandest church in the metropolis of Sestina, standing tall atop its hills, dedicated to the Goddess Sunya.

It was the very place Isabel had belonged to.

And in the first timeline, it was utterly destroyed by the Demon King’s forces.

All priests of the Goddess would visit Zero Prime at least once in their lives.

And now, within these sacred halls, Isabel ran with flushed cheeks, breathless with excitement.

Whoosh!

Her robes fluttered as she rushed past.

Standing nearby, her friend Lina blinked in confusion.

Father Graham, who was beside her, looked equally bewildered.

“Isabel seems unusually excited today.”

“…You’re right…”

***

I pounded on the glass pane floating in the air and shouted.

“Isabel! Stop for a second! Hey!”

But Isabel didn’t even flinch. It seemed I couldn’t communicate with her this way.

Honestly, I was almost envious that she could be so purely overjoyed. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if she threw her arms wide and yelled, “I’ve returned to the past!”

If only I could just let her run until she got tired.

But of all places, she had to be in Zero Prime—the largest church on the continent.

A veritable minefield, full of sacred relics that mustn’t be disturbed, people she shouldn’t bump into, and rules she mustn’t break. Everything was scattered around like pollen in spring.

If I left an overexcited Isabel to rampage through that place, this second life of hers might spiral into disaster before it even properly began.

Not to mention, I didn’t even know when in the timeline we were.

I had to stop that fool before she ruined everything within five minutes of regressing.

But how?

According to the lore of An Old Tale, a guardian angel like me could influence a priest in three ways:

Revelation – Delivering a message while the priest is asleep.

Descent – Possessing the priest’s body to intervene directly in the mortal world.

Illusion – Projecting a vision before the priest’s eyes.

But Isabel looked far from ready to sleep, so Revelation was out.

And while Descent might have been feasible when she was a saint, her past self probably wouldn’t be able to handle an angelic possession. She might even collapse under the strain.

Which left me with only one option—Illusion.

But what kind of illusion could actually stop a girl who was happily sprinting through the halls at full speed?

I couldn’t show her anything terrifying or painful.

If she figured out that I was the one who showed her the vision, it could ruin any chance of her trusting me.

Then… what about text?

A phrase displayed through an illusion—something that would catch Isabel’s ever-curious eye.

It seemed like a solid idea.

But it couldn’t just be any phrase.

If it was too mundane, she’d just grab the nearest person and shout, “There are floating words in front of me!”

I needed something truly magical—something that would hook her attention.

After much deliberation, I made my decision.

It might be a gamble, but…

***

Just as everyone in Zero Prime began nervously glancing at each other, wondering who would be the one to stop this rampaging nun—

Skreeeeek—!

Isabel, drenched in sweat, suddenly slammed her heels against the ground to halt.

The friction between her shoes and the church’s polished floor echoed sharply through the corridor.

The hallway fell into a moment of stunned silence.

The only sound left was Isabel’s ragged breathing, as startled priests and sisters exchanged bewildered glances.

“A-Are you alright?”

One of the kinder priests cautiously approached her, though hesitantly—unsure if she was about to take off running again.

But then—

Isabel abruptly snapped her head toward him and glared straight at his forehead.

“Ugh.”

The priest flinched.

But it was just his imagination. Isabel wasn’t actually looking at him.

‘Even when I turn my head, it’s still there?’

A small sense of satisfaction bloomed within her.

She quickly whipped her head from side to side a few more times.

And sure enough—the glowing blue text remained fixed in her peripheral vision.

[A quest has appeared.]

[Stop running and take a deep breath. (0/1)]

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Patron 139

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By the time the battle between Rikrakamur and Alon began.  

“Thank you so much, Saint!”  

“It is not because of me, but all thanks to Sironia’s grace.”  

Another monster wave was repelled from the fortress walls at the border.  

“Yes…! Thanks to Sironia’s grace, there were almost no casualties!”  

“That’s a relief.”  

Yuman responded as such, looking down below the fortress walls.  

What caught his eye were soldiers clearing monster corpses beneath the hastily repaired walls that had been destroyed just days ago, as well as the still incomplete sections of the fortifications.  

“When are the mages expected to arrive?”  

“They’ve been contacted urgently and are on their way, but it seems it will still take some time.”  

“That’s worrisome.”  

Yuman’s expression darkened.  

‘It’s not a major issue for now, but…’  

Since the expedition left to hunt Rikrakamur, Yuman had repelled two monster waves and managed to do so relatively successfully.  

However, the reason for his unease was the still-damaged fortress walls.  

‘If the walls were intact, there might not have been any casualties at all…’  

Even with Yuman now a part of the allied forces, casualties continued to occur.  

No matter how much the walls were repaired, the monsters had an uncanny ability to break through them once more.  

Even someone like Yuman could not bring a soldier killed in an instant back to life.  

‘I hope the mages arrive as soon as possible.’  

Of course, the number of casualties was small.  

To have repelled the waves with such minimal losses was a significant feat.  

However, to Yuman, the number of casualties didn’t matter as much as the loss of a single life itself.  

What mattered was the sanctity of human life.  

The very existence of casualties weighed heavily on his heart.  

After all, he was the Saint.  

He lowered his gaze, looking carefully at the soldiers’ bodies amidst the monster corpses.  

Though the state of the bodies was gruesome, he did not avert his eyes. Calmly, he conveyed his condolences.  

After the cleanup was roughly completed.  

While discussing with Kiriana’s aide about how to fend off the next monster wave.  

“…Did someone appear in the north?”  

“Well, it’s not a reliable rumor, but…”  

He heard a rather peculiar story.  

“…So, when the soldiers were patrolling the border, they saw something resembling a person in the north. Is that correct?”  

“Yes, it’s just a rumor among the soldiers. You don’t need to concern yourself too much. I only mentioned it because it came to mind.”  

“…If you don’t mind, could you tell me more about it in detail?”  

Yuman’s expression grew serious.  

The aide, who had brought it up casually to lighten the mood, looked puzzled but continued the story.  

A moment later.  

“So, there’s a rumor that someone with white hair was seen in the canyon area of the northern region?”  

“Yes, but as you know, it’s unlikely there’s anyone in the border area. Both we and the Empire keep it under strict control. Although the report reached Kiriana, most dismissed it as a hallucination.”  

“Hm.”  

“However, after Cardinal Yutia’s arrival—”  

The aide paused briefly before continuing.  

“The soldiers who saw the figure claimed that the person resembled Cardinal Yutia… well, that’s the gist of it.”  

“….”  

“Haha, saying it out loud, it does sound like an absurd rumor. After all, it makes no sense for the Cardinal to be there.”  

The aide scratched his head awkwardly, noting the soldiers had only seen the figure from a considerable distance, making the account less credible.  

But Yuman, hearing the tale, remained silent.  

…  

He pondered deeply, gazing toward the north, where a fierce battle was likely raging.  

***

A massive crystal plummeted, piercing through Rikrakamur’s body and erupting in an explosion, with frost blooming beneath the blue moonlight.  

!!!!!  

Rikrakamur let out a chilling scream, thrashing wildly.  

With a single sweep of its tail, it leveled the surrounding trees. From its sharp mouth poured needle-like tendrils, scattering frantically in all directions.  

Even its slightest movements shook the ground as if the entire continent were experiencing an earthquake.  

Between the monstrous cries, Rikrakamur’s crimson eyes burned.  

Eyes devoid of reason.  

From the colossal, streamlined body’s tail, black slime began to burst forth.  

As with the slime Alon had previously discovered at the castle gates, it consumed all forms of magic.  

This was a unique ability granted only to the monstrous Rikrakamur, rendering all mages’ powers ineffective.  

In an instant, the massive ice crystal Alon had created melted and disappeared.  

The crystal, which had accurately pierced Rikrakamur’s body, vanished.  

The magic Alon had crafted by combining applied self-construction and spellcraft was nullified by the irrational laws of the world bestowed upon the monster.  

It vanished, like a mirage.  

Even amidst this irrationality, Alon prepared his next spell.  

Having anticipated Rikrakamur’s behavior from the start, Alon remained confident in his ability to win.  

Alon checked his magical reserves.  

Though he had only manifested magic for about two seconds to conserve energy, his mana was already reduced to half.  

It was sufficient for casting several small spells.  

But it was far too little to create magic potent enough to effectively damage Rikrakamur.  

Even so, it didn’t matter.  

Having already injured Rikrakamur and forced it to rampage in the visible marshland, Alon’s plan was unfolding perfectly.  

“Unity of Shadows.”  

As Alon murmured softly, the small creature that had been tucked into his chest pocket moments earlier sprang out, its body now covered with crimson eyes.  

The creature’s tail flowed down Alon’s hand and seeped into the ground in an instant.  

Raising his hand, Alon cast another spell to deploy a shield.  

Soon, a projectile from a phantom wood was fired toward the shield in Alon’s hand.  

With a loud bang!, Alon’s body shot into the air.  

Having escaped the range of the black slime, Alon looked forward.  

There, glaring at him with chilling, red eyes, was Rikrakamur—twice the size of the fearsome golden dragon, Lainisius.  

For a moment, a question flashed through Alon’s mind, but his hands instinctively formed seals.  

“Refraction, Repulsion, Azure Light.”  

The words flowed from his lips almost automatically.  

The speed of his spellcasting had become noticeably faster than before.  

Then.  

“Linear Diffraction.”  

Like flicking a pebble.  

Alon fired the azure light formed at his fingertip.  

Not at Rikrakamur.  

But toward the fractured and unstable ground beneath the monster’s rampaging movements.  

Kwaaang!!!  

The lightning from Alon’s hand struck the ground.  

Though the spell was small and insufficient to harm Rikrakamur directly,  

That tiny force penetrated the already cracked and unstable marshland floor.  

Boom-Kuugugugug!  

The small impact triggered a collapse of the ground.  

Kwaaaaang!!!  

Rikrakamur’s massive body began to be dragged into the abyss.  

***

Kiriana stared blankly in one direction.  

She wasn’t the only one.  

The knights and soldiers—all of them were looking at the same place.  

It was where Marquis Palatio stood.  

Clad in a shadowy, rippling black coat, his left hand enveloped in an ash-gray aura as he floated in the air, his presence was so striking that no one could look away.  

Beneath the dignified, radiant figure of Marquis Palatio,  

Even the knights and soldiers, who had been terrified at the mere sight of Rikrakamur,…and even Kiriana, who felt awe that surpassed fear, watched as Rikrakamur fell into the collapsed ground.  

Kwaaaaaak—!  

The deafening noise roared so loudly it felt as though eardrums would burst.  

The tremor was so powerful that soldiers and knights stumbled and fell, unable to hold their stance.  

Yet their eyes remained fixated on the scene.  

As Rikrakamur was dragged into the abyss, where the bottom was unseen, the sight of Marquis Palatio, standing in stark contrast, filled them with overwhelming reverence.  

At that very moment, as everyone stared blankly at a single figure,  

“…Ah…”  

At the edge of the marshland,  

In the dense forest,  

In a place no one had yet paid attention to…  

Yutia gazed at Marquis Palatio with an almost rapturous expression, admiring his figure.  

Behind her—  

Crunch— Crack!  

The sound of bones being crushed accompanied by dying screams echoed through the air.  

At the noise disturbing her admiration, she quietly turned her gaze.  

There, monsters lay strewn about.  

A goblin with its entire skeleton shattered, embedded into the ground like a paper doll.  

An orc with its skin flayed.  

A gnoll with its entire body grotesquely twisted in multiple directions.  

An owlbear that had impaled its own neck with both arms.  

The area was littered with corpses, their grotesque forms torn apart as if by a grinder.  

Dozens of bodies?  

No.  

Hundreds?  

Still no.  

Enough corpses to form a massive perimeter around the edge of the marshland stood behind Yutia.  

And—  

“Grrrkk.”  

Amidst the carnage, the only creature still making noise was—  

A troll, enormous in size compared to the others, its body grotesquely bent and contorted, yet alive thanks to its impossible regenerative power.  

Wrapped in black tendrils, it was reduced to instinctive terror, its eyes filled with primal fear as it stared at Yutia.  

She gently raised her index finger to her lips.  

“Oh dear, we must be quiet now. We shouldn’t cause a disturbance, should we?”  

Smiling as if soothing a frightened child, Yutia approached the monstrous troll, gliding toward it.  

Her crimson eyes glinted under the pale blue moonlight.  

“Now, don’t look at me. Look over there.”  

Crunch— Crack!  

The tendrils coiled around the troll’s neck forced its head to turn, directing its gaze toward Marquis Palatio’s distant figure.  

Grrraaaaah!  

The troll let out a painful scream.  

But—  

Snap!  

The tendrils seized its jaw, severing its protruding tongue.  

Writhing in excruciating agony, the troll was once again forced to face Palatio’s direction by the tendrils.  

Huff— Huff.  

Panting in fear, it rolled its eyes to glance back at Yutia.  

Amidst the horrific scene, Yutia’s lips remained curled in a serene smile.  

“Now, offer your reverence and faith as well.”  

She whispered softly.  

“The reverence and faith that he deserves.”  

Calmly,  

“To my one and only god.”  

She commanded.  

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Round 274

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[Katrina’s One-Week Visit to Korea: “An Unforgettable Experience.”]

[Katrina Expresses Interest in Revisiting Korea.]

[America’s Representative Awakener Forms Collaborations with Prominent Domestic Guilds!]

Even after Katrina’s departure, the impact she left behind remained profound.

In particular, as she spent quite some time with the 

Ara Hongryeon Guild, domestic media focused all their attention on the guild.

“Hey! It’s coming on, it’s coming on!”

“Ms. Jeong So-yeon! So-yeon, just a moment, please!”

“This is Kim Dongsoo from All World Media! Can I have a quick word with you?!”

“Deputy Team Leader Ko Kang-yeon! I’m Han Kiuk. Can we have a brief talk?”

The Ara Hongryeon Guild, which had been bustling with visitors ever since Katrina’s arrival, was still receiving a steady stream of guests.

Not only reporters but also numerous other visitors came by, prompting the guild to impose restrictions on entry—a rare occurrence.

“It’s chaotic! Hahaha!”

“It’ll settle down soon enough. But I can’t say the attention feels bad.”

“By the way, isn’t it time for the performance reports? I’m looking forward to this quarter’s results!”

“Projections suggest we’ll narrowly clinch the number one spot in domestic performance. Thanks to that, we’re expected to rise to third place in the provisional guild rankings.”

“Hahaha! Third place! Third place…!”

Kang Hanul looked up at the ceiling with a deeply emotional expression.

It had been nearly 20 years since he and Han Seok-jun established the guild.

As the nation’s first guild at the time, they naturally held the number one spot for nearly a decade, but their rank gradually began to decline.

Eventually, before Kyu-seong joined, they barely remained in the top five, and even that was only a matter of time.

“Even creating a shift in the entrenched guild rankings is an incredible achievement.”

“True. The three strongest guilds were practically set in stone by now.”

“Once the guild rankings are announced at the end of the year, it’ll cause quite a stir. We’ve overtaken the Gojoseon Guild, after all.”

Even more than Katrina’s visit, industry insiders were buzzing about the ranking changes.

Though it wasn’t yet public knowledge, every guild in the top 10 had their eyes wide open, closely watching 

Ara Hongryeon’s extraordinary growth.

And while no one openly said it, everyone knew 

Lee Kyu-seong was at the center of it all.

However, since Kyu-seong had less than a year remaining on his contract and was under government protection, he managed to stay out of trouble. Still, numerous guilds were eagerly eyeing him as his impending freedom loomed.

“Even foreign entities are making moves.”

Lee Hae-sol’s sharp eyes glinted meaningfully.

Neighboring Japan and China, as well as the far-off European Union and the United States, were all in motion.

Even Middle Eastern guilds with no prior connections to Kyu-seong were operating covertly.

Although Kyu-seong rarely ventured out, and the Korean government ensured his strict protection, the industry was in a fierce state of competition.

“Do you think Kyu-seong will renew his contract with us?”

“Hm? Renewal? That’s hard to say.”

“Are we just going to watch idly?”

“You know how extraordinary Kyu-seong’s abilities are, rookie. He’s too big for us to contain.”

“But considering his personality and character…”

“Well, yeah. If we’re lucky, he might renew. But that’s just our hope for now. Even Katrina seemed interested in Kyu-seong, so who knows how it’ll turn out.”

At Kang Hanul’s laid-back comment, Lee Hae-sol sighed. But it wasn’t entirely wrong, so there wasn’t much to argue against.

“Sigh.”

Meanwhile, on Katrina’s private plane heading to the United States, she reflected deeply on the dungeon experience she had with Kyu-seong the day before.

“How was your trip?”

“Not bad.”

At Katrina’s response, her secretary’s face lit up.

It was, in fact, the highest praise Katrina could offer.

The secretary cautiously observed her mood before handing over a report.

“Here’s more detailed information about Awakener Lee Kyu-seong.”

“Destroy it.”

“…Pardon?”

“I said destroy it. And erase all traces that we conducted any investigation.”

“Ah, understood.”

The directive to eliminate all work she had requested before leaving for Korea was difficult to comprehend.

Katrina’s secretary, herself a formidable Level 6 Awakener, had been her trusted aide, handling numerous tasks until now.

Given her experience, she thought she had understood the intent behind Katrina’s orders this time…

‘Was she displeased? But her evaluation didn’t suggest that…’

She had fully expected Katrina to devise a scheme to secretly recruit Lee Kyu-seong.

Katrina, a Level 9 Awakener, was the head of her guild.

Although most management responsibilities were delegated to professionals and her role was primarily symbolic, her authority as the leader was undeniable.

Even if she were just a figurehead, attempting to take over her guild was an impossibility, given her sheer power as a Level 9 Awakener.

One thing she was particularly zealous about as a guild leader, however, was recruiting talent.

She would acquire outstanding individuals from all over the world, sometimes through legitimate means and sometimes through methods best left undisclosed.

“Have you given up on Awakener Lee Kyu-seong?”

“…”

Katrina turned to look at her secretary and then smirked, flipping through the photos she had taken again.

“Giving up… Should I call it that? Or perhaps, should I call it an act of God?”

“Did someone interfere? Was it the Korean government?”

“The Korean government? Haha. Do you think I’d be bothered by something like that?”

“Then…?”

Katrina said no more.

Revealing the truth would bring nothing good.

If the fact that Lee Kyu-seong controlled multiple “Seven Deadly Sins” creatures became known, it would cause unimaginable chaos.

‘One must never anger Lee Kyu-seong.’

Even for Katrina, a Level 9 Awakener, he was a figure she dared not challenge.

In truth, calling him the strongest Awakener on Earth would not be an exaggeration.

If someone were to provoke Lee Kyu-seong…

The survival of their organization or even their country could no longer be guaranteed.

“Gulp.”

A chill ran down her spine.

Reflecting on it, it was as if she had narrowly escaped a tiger’s den.

Had Lee Kyu-seong harbored ill intent, could she have resisted?

The likelihood was high that she would have vanished without leaving a trace.

“Whew, so that’s why he warned me not to provoke him. At least I managed to part ways amicably.”

Katrina murmured to herself, drawing a puzzled look from her secretary, though she refrained from asking further questions.

Instead, the secretary provided Katrina with updated information to catch her up on what she had missed during her absence.

“While monitoring recent information and trends regarding Awakener Lee Kyu-seong, we’ve confirmed that other entities are also making efforts to recruit him. However, there are indications that some groups are attempting excessive methods.”

“Excessive methods?”

“Such as the use of force…”

The secretary hesitated slightly, gauging Katrina’s reaction as she spoke. But Katrina found it absurd.

“Using force? Against whom? Against Lee Kyu-seong? Hahaha!”

Knowing Kyu-seong’s power, the idea that someone would try to overpower him seemed utterly laughable to Katrina.

Who would dare to think they could suppress someone like him by force?

She found it hard to believe such fools existed and was curious to see their faces.

Of course, she conveniently forgot that she had been one of those fools herself not too long ago.

“Who are they? Can you identify them and report back to me?”

“We’ve already identified them.”

Regardless, Katrina wanted to confirm the identities of those fools personally.

And if she could handle them herself, she preferred to clean up the matter discreetly.

Touching Lee Kyu-seong would not only spell disaster for those directly involved but also potentially affect larger entities and even nations.

The United States itself could be shaken to its core.

‘That can’t be allowed to happen.’

Katrina wanted to maintain a peaceful life.

***

“Hmm, it’s not here either.”

Despite multiple failures, Ara remained undaunted and burned with determination.

Nod, nod.

Cheong, the last one remaining by Ara’s side, was dozing off with a tired expression.

“That’s it for today. Tomorrow, we shall continue the adventure!”

Their goal was to find the key to the place where the Relic of Gluttony lay dormant.

Ara’s unrelenting passion made her heart race with excitement. However, if she delayed any longer, Kyu-seong might start worrying.

It was already past bedtime, and even now, it was late to prepare for bed after washing up.

“Kyu-seong would be worried. I must hurry back.”

Carrying the drowsy Cheong on her back, Ara began moving toward the way they came.

“!”

In the distance, she spotted something glowing faintly.

Unbeknownst to Ara, it was a resonance phenomenon caused by the World Tree’s illumination at night, but she simply followed the light.

The glow was farther and dimmer than expected, and without Ara’s ability of the Third Eye, she wouldn’t have noticed the faint occurrence.

Eventually, Ara reached her destination with Cheong still on her back.

“Ooooh.”

Why hadn’t she discovered this place earlier?

Ara had stumbled upon an open space with remnants of ancient civilization, much like the location her group had initially found.

The difference was that this space featured an intact and majestic structure in the middle, unaffected by the ravages of time, with mysterious inscriptions etched onto it.

And Ara could decipher the text.

“A place where the key is hidden! A key has been hidden, so no one should find it! Ooooh! I’ve found the key’s hiding place!”

The blatant announcement of the key’s hiding spot. But Ara didn’t doubt it at all.

As she ventured into the structure, it seemed to scream its purpose as a hiding place for the key.

“I found it!”

“Mm? You found something?”

Cheong, waking up and rubbing his eyes, asked from Ara’s back.

Before them was a podium holding an unidentifiable key.

“Wow! Sister did it! She found the key!”

“Yes! I did it!”

Grasping the key in her hand, Ara raised her arms in victory.

Cheong, just as excited, joined in with his own cheer.

“Are we going to use the key right away?”

“Yes!”

Ara nodded energetically, but then her expression turned blank before she vigorously shook her head.

“No, we can’t! Kyu-seong would be worried.”

“Huh? Is it already that late? Oh no, this is bad!”

Cheong panicked, stomping his feet in alarm.

Realizing how worried Kyu-seong must be, the two carefully placed the key in their pouch and ran as fast as they could toward the portal.

Upon returning to the Slime Village, as expected, Kyu-seong was waiting for them.

“You’re a bit late today! I was getting worried.”

“Hehe, sorry about that!”

Ara tried to soothe him with an adorable gesture, spreading her arms wide.

Kyu-seong couldn’t resist her cuteness and laughed, pulling her into a hug.

“Me too! Hug me too!”

“Come here, Cheong. That’s right.”

Holding both of them, Kyu-seong headed to the stream to wash up.

Ara pulled the key from her pocket and showed it to Kyu-seong.

“Kyu-seong! I finally found it! A treasure!”

“Huh?”

Kyu-seong was startled as he examined the key.

When Ara had gone on her adventures, he had thought it was merely child’s play. He never imagined she would actually find something.

“What is this?”

“It’s the key to the room holding the Relic of Gluttony! …Probably!”

Though her last words trailed off uncertainly, Kyu-seong couldn’t ignore the intensity of the phrase “Relic of Gluttony.”

A Relic of Gluttony?

Just hearing the name made it sound like an extraordinary object.

“Tomorrow, you’re coming with me. Let’s see what it is!”

“Alright! Let’s all go together!”

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Kiriana, like Alon, anticipated that it would take three days to reach their destination.

In the game, it took only two days.

Naturally, moving with a larger expedition meant more time was needed.

However, Alon harbored a small doubt during the journey due to the actual distance.

Indeed, whether viewed on the Psychedelia map or the map spread out by Kiriana, the distance to the swamp was not particularly long.

Roughly, one could reach it with just a day of diligent travel.

Thus, it was incomprehensible why it took 2 to 3 days for such a distance, but by a day into the expedition…

“Crazy.”

Alon realized just how mistaken his thoughts were.

He looked down in shock.

Below lay a massive canyon.

It wasn’t just that.

Beyond the canyon stretched a chain of rocky mountains, and beyond those, another canyon seemed to start.

Even the canyon at the end of his sight was split into dozens of branches.

“It was because the path was rough.”

The moment was dizzying.

Perhaps Kiriana had set the travel time to three days not out of cruelty to the expedition but because it seemed tight enough.

While thinking this as they descended the canyon.

[This canyon, it’s man-made.]

Suddenly, the voice of Basiliora came.

“What?”

[Exactly as I say. This canyon is not a natural occurrence.]

Basiliora, whom he had summoned the previous day from the coat pocket over his chest out of boredom, looked around seriously for the first time since being subdued.

[It certainly seems so.]

“Why do you think that?”

[Look, isn’t the canyon itself split into an oval shape?]

“Hmm.”

Alon looked at the canyon.

He hadn’t noticed before, but as Basiliora said, the canyon was indeed split into an oval shape.

[Ordinary canyons don’t split like this.]

“…So it’s artificial just because of that?”

[That’s not it, there’s an echo here.]

“Echo?”

[Yes, it’s very old but definitely present. It seems like it was made by a battle, given the mixing of two echoes.]

“…I can’t imagine it.”

His head involuntarily shook.

Such a majestic canyon seemed too grand to be merely a trace of a battle.

As he moved on, feeling a strange suspicion inside, Alon arrived at a small, twisted canyon after some time.

“There are multiple paths.”

“In this case, the left path seems the best option.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, let’s take that path. It’s wider than the others, so even if it takes a bit longer, it seems like the better choice.”

“That makes sense… Everyone, move to the far left path!”

Yutia and Kiriana discussed the route.

Watching the two converse, Alon suddenly recalled what Basiliora had said earlier.

“Basiliora.”

[What is it?]

“This canyon, was it also created by a battle?”

[Um- yes, no….maybe.]

“…? If it’s yes, then it’s yes. If not, then it’s not, right?”

[Well, it is, but-]

Basiliora, perched on Alon’s shoulder, looked at the canyon with a strangely subdued demeanor.

Or rather.

‘Is he looking at Yutia?’

It seemed Basiliora was watching Yutia, who was talking with Kiriana from a distance.

‘Not sure why he’s being cautious, but.’

He had a rough idea of what might have started it.

It was because of what happened yesterday. 

Yesterday evening. 

Alon, seemingly bored of just looking around, summoned Basiliora as a playmate for the squeaking Blackie, 

[Get me out more often because it’s suffocating! I can see outside, but I want to wander around!!]

As soon as Basiliora emerged, he flew into a rage, scolding Alon, 

‘Oh, what a cute snake.’ 

[I am the great god Basiliora!] 

‘Snake, can I listen to you for a moment?’ 

[I am not a cute snake. Noooooo!!!] 

‘If you allow, I would like to keep you for a while.’ 

Yutia, with divine power in her hand, dragged the spirit form of Basiliora somewhere. 

And the little snake that returned shortly after started to watch Yutia’s reactions. 

Alon was curious about what Yutia had said, so he asked multiple times, but Basiliora did not answer. 

Even when he asked Yutia, 

‘Huh? We just had fun, My Lord.’ 

That’s all she said. 

It became even more puzzling. 

Even though Basiliora returned in such a state, saying they just played didn’t make sense. 

But the recollection was brief. 

“My Lord, let’s go.” 

Following Yutia, who was smiling softly, Alon once again moved towards the canyon. 

…Even afterwards, Basiliora’s eyes trembled anxiously whenever he looked at Yutia. 

After another two days passed. 

“…Is this the place?” 

“We’ve arrived.” 

The expedition arrived at the swampy area where Rikrakamur of the forest abyss was located. 

As the expedition trekked through the forest, they encountered it. 

In the middle of the forest, not a bald hill, but Rikrakamur. 

In the middle of the swamp, its size was not fully obscured even by the water, and the soldiers looked pale as if their morale was broken just by its presence, 

And the knights also had serious expressions. 

Their faces weren’t as pale as the soldiers’, but their eyes clearly showed blatant fear. 

It was understandable. 

Rikrakamur, presumed to be sleeping in the swamp, was too vast for mere humans to kill. 

“I knew about it from stories, but… it’s bigger than I thought, can we really kill it?” 

Even Kiriana spoke with a voice full of doubt. 

To which Yutia quietly smiled. 

And Alon. 

“…I will now explain the plan.” 

He began to explain without hesitation. 

***

A blue moon rose late at night. 

Kiriana quietly looked at the moon then turned her gaze and spoke. 

“Begin.” 

“Yes, understood.” 

At her command, a knight lightly nodded towards somewhere, 

Recognizing the signal, 

“Turn~!” 

The soldiers started turning the massive pulley. 

Creak-creaaaaaak! 

As dozens of soldiers moved in unison, the rusty noise started as the pulley slowly began to turn. 

Simultaneously. 

“The northern pulley has started to turn.” 

“We’ve started the eastern pulley!” 

“Signals are up from the west and south too!” 

Reports from the knights were delivered.

Kiriana nodded lightly, recalling the explanation given by Marquis Palatio earlier.

“The coalition’s task is simple.”

“There are a total of four pulleys in this swamp, based on the cardinal directions. Once I give the signal, you just need to turn all four simultaneously.”

“After turning the pulleys, monsters will swarm in, and all the coalition needs to do is hold them off.”

A very simple and straightforward plan.

Watching the soldiers struggle with the pulleys, Kiriana revisited a lingering question in her mind.

‘How does Marquis Palatio know that there are pulleys here?’

As far as Kiriana knew, not many were aware of Rikrakamur’s existence.

Originally, no one except the coalition forces could enter beyond the borders, and the very existence of Rikrakamur would have been known only from ancient texts if one were not part of the coalition.

Yet, strangely enough, Marquis Palatio seemed very well-informed not only about Rikrakamur but also about this swamp.

As if he had been here before.

‘…What?’

Just as a strange doubt began to form in Kiriana’s mind.

Thump! Thuuuum!

A massive sound indicating that the pulleys had fully turned made her stop thinking and look around.

“The water in the swamp is draining!”

“…The water?”

It was true.

With a tremendous noise, the water in the swamp began disappearing into an unseen underground depth.

As Kiriana confirmed the rapidly decreasing water level.

“…Crazy.”

At a knight’s low curse, she involuntarily hardened her face and looked straight ahead.

There lay Rikrakamur, just as it had been sleeping when they first saw it this afternoon.

An exclamation of horror escaped her.

The creature’s bulk gradually revealed as the water level dropped.

“Is that, a living creature?”

At the knight’s whispered awe, Kiriana also closed her mouth.

She could only empathize deeply.

‘Can we really kill that?’

Doubts wildly scrambled through her mind.

It was as enormous as a great fortress, and as the depth decreased and it emerged from the water, just one breath from it was enough to scare the local birds into a noisy flight.

Even Kiriana, who prided herself on reaching a superhuman level, had to humbly acknowledge the limits of the human race.

Overwhelmed by its sheer size, she felt involuntary awe.

She then looked at Marquis Palatio.

He was moving forward.

Toward Rikrakamur, whose single tooth was so large that it would take five men combined to match it.

Eventually.

Sighing deeply, the Duke looked ahead.

Rikrakamur, still not awakened, its mere breathing vibrated the earth, giving even Alon an unimaginable sense of pressure.

Even for someone like Alon, there was no magic that could effectively damage a monster of this size.

Nor could he suddenly create new magic with higher firepower than before.

He was not that much of a genius.

However, the fact that they had to deal with this monstrous creature remained unchanged.

There was only one thing he could do.

That was, the application of magic.

Alon, deploying a severe cold from his armor, quickly muttered an incantation.

Slower than Duke Komalon, but certainly faster than the old Alon.

“Frost Barrier Extreme.”

The moment he uttered the last word, the magic that froze everything within the conjured space burst forth.

Crrrrrack!

Above Rikrakamur’s head, it unfolded.

The magic, constrained in space and time to save mana, lasted only 2 seconds.

In that brief moment, a massive crystal formed above its head.

Certainly capable of wiping out dozens of monsters in one strike, the crystal formed initially was too small to inflict meaningful damage on Rikrakamur’s massive body. 

However, 

Multiple Manifestation (多重 發現). 

Alon’s magic, already having laid out a spiral structure of magical energy, deployed Frost Barrier Extreme once more, 

Crrrack!

And on top of that, he deployed it again. 

Crrrrack!

What ultimately formed was a giant crystal large enough to finally impact Rikrakamur’s massive body. 

Observing the floating crystal, Alon sealed an incantation and twisted the laws of the crystal. 

“Spiral (螺旋).” 

Following the chant, the law embedded within the incantation infused into the crystal. 

The arrangement of icy magic twisted into a spiral. 

Its sharpest point spread across a wide surface like floating debris, releasing a sound akin to a tree breaking, scattering the remnants in all directions like spring snowflakes. 

Only then, did Rikrakamur, awakened too late by the snowflakes assaulting its body, open its eyes. 

“Rotation (回轉)” 

But Alon, undeterred, twisted another permitted law. 

The crystal, upon Alon’s chant, began to rotate clockwise, obeying the law of gravity as it plummeted to the ground, gaining the penetrating power to pierce through the monstrous creature’s tough skin along with the spiral incantation. 

With a thunderous noise, it pierced through Rikrakamur’s body. 

Simultaneously, the last thing Alon invoked was, 

“Shatter (破)” 

Violently breaking the arrangement of rotating magical energy. 

With that, the crystal that had pierced through Rikrakamur exploded like a bomb and dispersed. 

Under the blue moon, a bloom of ice flowers (氷花) blossomed.

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Time passed, and by the time the dim moonlight settled over the mansion—  

“Puh-hah…”  

Hestia, who had lost count of how many glasses of wine she had already emptied, downed another in one gulp. With her face flushed red, she placed the empty glass on the table and let out a breath.  

‘Didn’t she say she only wanted one glass?’  

Watching her with an awkward smile, even I had to admit that her drinking capacity was astonishing.  

‘Well, considering her background, it makes sense.’  

Before she was chosen as the Saintess, she had been strictly controlled by her viscount family, forced into a political engagement for the benefit of her house.  

The only relief from that pressure was the stolen sips of liquor that her close maid secretly brought her. Now, for the first time in her life, she was drinking without restraint. It was only natural that she couldn’t resist the temptation.  

“Hey… g-give me just one more glass…”  

“You’ve already had three bottles of wine. Are you sure you’re okay?”  

“Ah.”  

I carefully suggested she stop, concerned for her health, and in that moment, a flicker of realization crossed Hestia’s dazed eyes.  

“Ah…”  

She glanced at the empty dishes and the scattered bottles on the table. Then, as if hit by a wave of shame, she buried her face in her hands.  

“What have I done…”  

Hearing the guilt dripping from her voice, I approached her with a gentle smile and whispered.  

“How was it? Are you satisfied with tonight?”  

“…”  

“Haha, you don’t have to say it. Your face says it all.”  

She remained silent, but regardless—my plan had worked.  

Until now, the Saintess had always been tense, watching my every move cautiously. But tonight, she had finally allowed herself to be honest with her desires.  

“D-Don’t misunderstand.”  

Even so, as she finally spoke, there was still a faint trace of resistance in her voice.  

“I was just… forced into this by your coercion…”  

“But you started enjoying it midway through, didn’t you?”  

“…Ugh.”  

I swept my gaze across the chaotic table as I spoke, and Hestia bit her lip, lowering her eyes.  

“If you continue cooperating with my plans, I can offer you even greater pleasures.”  

“W-What could possibly be more… Ah!”  

Despite her attempts to resist, my sweet temptation made her lips part unconsciously. Realizing this, she hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands.  

It seemed like the perfect time to deliver the final push.  

“…Have you ever heard of a ‘bomb shot’?”  

Although my fragile body in my past life had never allowed me to indulge, I was still well-versed in the drinking culture from media.  

“It’s a drink where you mix the finest liquors together. When poured, it bubbles and overflows, just like a volcanic eruption.”  

“H-How crude…!”  

“Crude, yes, but imagine it.”  

For a noble lady who had only just discovered the world of alcohol, this must have sounded like the whisper of the devil himself.  

“The moment that exquisite combination of liquors rushes down your throat—just how thrilling would it be?”  

“…Hnn.”  

“Just thinking about it gives you chills, doesn’t it?”  

As expected, Hestia’s face flushed red again at my detailed description.  

“Saintess, if you take my hand, I’ll personally make it for you as many times as you want.”  

“……”

“There’s no one here you need to please. You’re free to enjoy yourself as much as you’d like.”  

Seeing her reaction, I was certain of my victory.  

I reached out my hand, ready to receive her agreement—  

“S-Stop with your wicked temptations!”  

“Ow.”  

But just as I thought she had fallen completely, Hestia suddenly let out a shriek and slapped my hand away.  

“You think I’ll surrender to you so easily?”  

“Haha, Saintess, I was never trying to make you surrender…”  

“I-I know! You’re only using me, and once I’m no longer needed, you’ll get rid of me!”  

Whether it was the alcohol talking or something else, she clenched her fists and glared at me with fierce determination.  

“A-And… I also know that you’re going to destroy the world in the future! I know everything!”  

She stuttered for a moment, then suddenly slammed the table with her fist, delivering that terrifying prophecy.  

“Me? Destroy the world?”  

“D-Don’t pretend you don’t know!”  

For a brief moment, I wondered if she was just rambling drunkenly. But the sharpness in her gaze told me she was completely serious.  

“That’s the first I’ve heard of it…!”  

I scratched my head, pretending to be disappointed.  

But it was definitely a misunderstanding.  

Because there was no way I would do something so terrifying, right?  

‘Besides, the current Saintess isn’t even capable of prophecy.’  

From what I knew, a Saintess could only awaken their ability to foresee the future after meeting the Hero.  

Since the original scenario had already been derailed and she had yet to meet him, this so-called prophecy was nothing more than a mistaken assumption.  

That meant I had to clear up this misunderstanding before it got any worse.  

“Haha. I have no idea where you got that idea, but…”  

“Grrr…”  

“My goal is to deliver you to the Hero.”  

Perhaps due to the lingering effects of alcohol, Hestia bared her teeth at me in a feeble growl, but I simply scratched my head and laid out the truth.  

“T-The Hero?”  

“A Saintess has appeared for the first time in centuries. Doesn’t that mean a Hero is bound to appear as well?”  

Fortunately, her strong tolerance for alcohol meant she didn’t attack me outright. Instead, she blinked a few times and finally began to listen.  

“I know where the Hero will show up, and I intend to take you there.”  

“…”  

“That way, you’ll become someone no faction dares to touch, and together with the Hero, you’ll save the world.”  

Even so, a flicker of doubt remained in her eyes.  

So I decided to push just a little further.  

“Besides, Saintess—if I really intended to destroy the world, why would I go through all this trouble?”  

“That’s…”  

“If I wanted to stop the Hero, wouldn’t it be easier to just make you disappear right now, before anyone even notices?”  

She opened her mouth as if to argue but then fell silent, an unreadable expression crossing her face.  

Fear was still dominant, but for the first time, she looked genuinely deep in thought.  

“Well, it’s frustrating to be falsely accused, but let’s assume your prophecy is right.”  

I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a whisper.  

“Then wouldn’t it make sense for you to stop me before that happens?”  

She closed her eyes, lost in thought for a long moment.  

“…I still don’t trust you completely.”  

When she finally spoke, her voice had a weight to it—reminiscent of the noble Saintess from the original story, rather than the timid viscount’s daughter.  

“But…”  

I tensed slightly at her pause, but unlike Meredia, Hestia was much more pliable.  

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”  

Given her circumstances, it wasn’t like she had any other viable options.  

“But I have one condition.”  

To my surprise, she extended her hand toward me.  

“Swear on this hand that you’re telling the truth.”  

“Haha…”  

Maybe the alcohol had given her courage.  

Because for the first time, she was starting to show the dignity of a true Saintess.  

“Of course.”

Without hesitation, I clasped her hand, choosing to overlook the fact that she was secretly attempting to bind our souls in an oath.  

“At last, the contract is sealed.”  

I had no intention of breaking my own words anyway, and the Saintess likely needed such reassurance to follow my plan with peace of mind.  

As expected of a Saintess—she had probably never been formally trained in this, yet she was already capable of applying soul-binding techniques so adeptly.  

“A-And…”  

Just as I was about to hum in satisfaction, pleased that I had finally drawn the Saintess into my plans—  

“…T-That needs to be properly prepared as well.”  

“Hm?”  

The Saintess, still holding my hand, whispered in a barely audible voice—  

“B-Bomb shots… that too…”  

Surely, she hadn’t agreed just because of the bomb shots, right?  

“I-I’m only making sure you keep your word…!”  

“…Hah.”  

Yeah. I’d like to believe that too.  

***

That night, as Whitney and the Saintess reached an unspoken truce in their long battle of wits—  

The sun had long set, and the mansion was shrouded in the dim moonlight.  

Creak—  

After being shut tight for so long, the office door finally groaned open.  

“Haaahm… Ah.”  

Cecil, who had been squatting on the lower steps of the staircase all day without giving up, startled awake from her drowsy state at the sound.  

“How was your time with the Master?”  

“Wasn’t it better than you expected?”  

The voice of Runiel, who had been standing guard outside the office, warmly addressing Hestia, reached Cecil’s ears.  

Step, step…  

But Hestia didn’t respond. She merely pressed her lips together and descended the stairs in an unsteady gait.  

Cecil’s gaze narrowed as she observed her carefully.  

‘I can’t just stand by and ignore this.’  

Even if she had resolved to conduct her investigation in secret, her strong sense of justice wouldn’t allow her to turn a blind eye to someone who had just suffered something terrible.  

“H-Hey.”  

“Eek!?”  

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m on your side.”  

Cecil emerged in front of Hestia, who was walking in a daze down the stairs, pressing a finger to her lips to signal silence.  

“…A-Are you that man’s sister?”  

“Ah.”  

Blood ties couldn’t be hidden, it seemed. Though she didn’t have Whitney’s trademark narrow eyes, her dark hair and vaguely similar features made Hestia naturally wary.  

“I-I am his sister, but I’m nothing like that bastard.”  

“……”

“R-Really! I just want to help you!”  

Cecil felt a pang of frustration but quickly shook it off and lowered her voice again.  

“I know the truth—you’re the missing Saintess. And I know that bastard kidnapped you.”  

Hestia’s eyes widened in shock.  

“So please, tell me—what kind of torment have you suffered?”  

“Uh…”  

“Your testimony is important. If you tell me, I’ll report everything to the Church right away!”  

As Cecil pleaded earnestly, Hestia bit her lip nervously.  

“I… I suppose… you could say I was subjected to something disgraceful in there.”  

“I knew it…!”  

Cecil clenched her fists in anger, as though she had been the one wronged.  

“B-But…”  

Then, something strange happened—Hestia’s gaze wavered, and—  

“…I-I’m fine.”  

She suddenly uttered an unexpected statement.  

“T-There’s no need to report anything. Wouldn’t that just make things worse?”  

“What?”  

“I-If you really want to help me… just wait for the right time.”  

Cecil blinked in bewilderment as Hestia turned her head to the side and continued in a much smaller voice.  

“I have a plan. A hidden trump card… So…”  

“But you never know when something could happen again! If you seek the Church’s protection now—”  

Unable to bear the strangeness of her words, Cecil interjected.  

“…Listen.”  

“Yes?”  

“I said, I’m fine.”  

Hestia’s firm response left Cecil momentarily speechless.  

“E-Even if I, as a Saintess, experienced something inappropriate… it’s just another trial to overcome.”  

To Cecil, her words sounded completely incomprehensible.  

“Overcoming such hardships is what makes a true Saintess, isn’t it?”  

Yet the look on Hestia’s face was filled with something entirely unbefitting of a devout and righteous Saintess—  

A faint thrill of guilt and forbidden excitement.  

“S-Saintess, don’t tell me—”  

“A-And… to be completely honest, I’m still uncertain myself.”  

Seeing Cecil’s expression darken, Hestia hurriedly tried to justify herself.  

“T-That man… he might actually be kind.”  

“…You can’t be serious.”  

“I mean, he did save me from the black mages. And considering how many enemies I have, this place is oddly safe…”  

To Cecil, it sounded like Hestia had already fallen, corrupted beyond hope.  

But Hestia’s reasoning wasn’t merely swayed by Whitney’s and Cecil’s suspicions—nor was it just about the bomb shots.  

‘Besides, his soul… seemed oddly pure.’  

She had grabbed his hand to secretly carve his vow into his soul, yet when she did—she sensed no darkness.  

‘And most importantly… he accepted my vow of his own will.’  

Through sheer instinct, she had realized something—no matter how skilled she was, she could never carve an oath into someone’s soul without their consent.  

‘Maybe… if I guide him properly… that future won’t come to pass.’  

Such thoughts, coupled with her inherently benevolent and selfless nature, had shaken her conviction ever so slightly.  

“But none of that excuses what happened in that office!”  

“W-Well… to be honest, even in the office just now…”  

“…What?”  

“H-He was actually kind to me…”  

Of course, that didn’t mean—  

“T-To be completely honest, I actually enjoyed it—”  

“Saintess!”  

Perhaps Hestia’s honesty stemmed from her pure nature.  

But the guilt and excitement in her voice only convinced Cecil that she was on the verge of falling into depravity.  

“You can’t let that bastard seduce you!”  

“Ugh?”  

“You’re seriously falling for a bad guy just because he was a little nice?!”  

“I—”  

“This can’t go on. Come with me, right now—”  

Determined to protect the Saintess from her brother’s clutches, Cecil grabbed Hestia’s wrist, ready to pull her away.  

“Who’s there?”  

“Ah.”  

But in her urgency, she had raised her voice too much—causing Runiel, who had been standing guard, to start descending the stairs.  

“…”  

Realizing that if she was caught talking to the Saintess, all her efforts would be wasted, Cecil cast one last, desperate glance at Hestia before silently slipping away.  

“You’re still here?”  

“A-Ah, yes.”  

“Well, if you have time to spare, why don’t you take a walk? Eating too much rich food without any exercise isn’t good for you.”  

“O-Okay…”  

Left alone, Hestia chose to keep Cecil’s presence a secret out of consideration.  

She continued down the stairs but then—  

“…Hmm.”  

She suddenly stopped, lifting the hand that had grasped Whitney’s earlier.  

“What was that feeling…?”  

A faint, gray hue flickered through her eyes.

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Something spreading uncontrollably from an unreachable distance. The process varied, yet the result was always the same. People called all such things a ‘calamity.’

A black wave that shattered the pinnacle of the Demon King’s castle, surged to the edge of the sky, and soon began spreading across the entire continent. Perhaps it was natural to label this chilling torrent of dark magic as a calamity.

“We couldn’t stop it…?”

The hero had only one goal. To defeat the Demon King and prevent magic from corrupting the world. Countless lives had been risked for this sole purpose.

“Did you truly believe you could stop me?”

An arrogant, cruel voice hammered an unwanted truth into reality.

Though the Demon King’s voice echoed directly behind him, the hero could no longer raise his sword.

The sacred sword had already shattered.

“Pathetic. And here I thought you were my sole adversary.”

Demon King Daerex—he who shattered the boundary between life and death, who returned from death itself, stretching out his hands in revenge against the world. By destroying the hero’s sacred sword, Daerex had broken his final restraint, surpassing the realm of demon kings to become a Demon God.

The hero’s instincts, forged through countless battles, screamed not to provoke him further. One slight gesture from Daerex would mean certain death.

But was there any choice other than fighting? Escape was impossible. Even crawling shamefully and begging for his life would mean existing in a world corrupted by dark magic—a literal hell.

There was no choice.

Even if there were, the hero’s choice would not change.

In the next moment, the hero’s hand gripped the dagger that had been strapped to his belt.

Despite his wounded body, his movements were swift and agile.

Refusing to miss his final chance, the hero summoned every last ounce of strength, thrusting the dagger toward Daerex’s throat.

However…

Crackle—

The dagger disintegrated into ashes before it reached Daerex’s throat.

‘Impossible…’

A moment earlier, it might have connected. No, it certainly would have.

But now, against the current Daerex, it was impossible.

“How shameful. To think I struggled against this…”

It was only natural. Human tools couldn’t harm someone who ascended to the realm of gods.

Despair flashed through the hero’s eyes.

Yet Daerex didn’t kill him. Instead, he turned his back on him.

Four grotesque pairs of black wings spread simultaneously from Daerex’s back.

Their mere gust split the floor of the Demon King’s castle.

“Ugh!”

Simply remaining standing felt like it would shatter every bone in his body. The hero shouted desperately.

“Where… where are you going?!”

“To Heaven. I have no further business on Earth.”

Daerex’s wings curved momentarily, then launched him skyward with a gale-force wind.

The hero’s eyes trembled in despair.

Heaven was where the Creator Goddess dwelled. Daerex could not be allowed to reach it.

“Come back, Daerex! Your fight is with me! Now—”

His desperate cry was cut off by violent coughing. He repeatedly spat blood onto the castle floor.

The dark magic spreading throughout the continent was invading his body, causing excruciating pain to wrack his form.

“Cough… Ugh!”

“The time to fight has already passed.”

Enduring pain as if his nerves were burning, the hero barely raised his head.

Daerex floated in mid-air, backlit by radiant light.

Though Daerex’s eyes should have been obscured by shadows, somehow, the hero felt their gazes meet.

“Now is the time to end everything.”

“At the end of it all… nothing will remain! Not even you!”

“Yes, precisely my wish.”

The hero flinched.

Daerex, seemingly losing all interest, turned away from him.

“Die in the realization of your helplessness, Hero Marcel.”

With those final words, Daerex vanished.

Simultaneously, Marcel’s vision stained red as blood filled his eyes.

He wept tears of blood, sobbing.

He failed.

Because he was weak, lacking strength.

The journey thus far, the countless sacrifices—all had come to nothing.

Just as Marcel was about to surrender to overwhelming despair…

Crackle—

Vitality began to surge through Marcel’s body.

“…!”

Platinum hair swaying gently with each step, small stature often mistaken for youth, eyes that never ceased shining regardless of circumstances.

That woman walked forward through the torrent of corrupted magic, still radiating pure light.

Bearer of the staff imbued with Goddess Sunya’s power, the master of Angelos Rod.

Saint Isabel.

“Isabel… You’re alive…?”

“Trust me, Hero.”

Marcel wiped away his bloody tears, looking clearly at Isabel for the first time.

Only then did he realize Isabel was just as gravely wounded as he was.

Blood continued streaming from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Moreover, one of her eyes had already been lost in her battle with Daerex.

Yet, despite it all, Isabel smiled innocently as she always had throughout their journey.

“I can resolve this.”

“You… resolve this?”

Impossible.

The Demon King had become a Demon God and begun an assault on Heaven.

This was exactly what the Creator Goddess Sunya feared most.

Daerex would kill Sunya, and the world would collapse without its god.

So, how could Isabel—a saint but ultimately just a human—solve this?

Yet Isabel’s next words were shocking.

“The Goddess has answered me. She will send back to the past, before all this began, to save everyone with my own strength.”

Marcel’s eyes widened in shock.

“To the past…? Is that even possible?”

Did he mishear? Isabel clearly said ‘with my own strength.’

Her own strength?

Marcel felt a dreadful premonition, familiar whenever Isabel spoke carelessly.

Isabel smiled brightly, clenching her fist.

“Hero, I’m going back to the past. Please cheer for me!”

“What?”

Terror filled Marcel’s face.

This was something that absolutely must not happen.

Marcel sweated more profusely now than when witnessing Daerex’s transformation.

“If… if someone must go back… it should be me rather than Isabel—”

“You can’t, Hero. You’re not a saint. This miracle comes directly from the Goddess.”

“Then someone else… or another priest—”

“We’re the only ones left alive, Hero. All the other priests are dead. Don’t you remember?”

“Then…”

“Then… it really has to be me, Isabel…”

Bloody tears streamed down Marcel’s face.

Now, he felt a despair deeper than before.

“Don’t worry! I’ll change the future. I’ll ensure everyone survives and smiles again!”

Marcel staggered, collapsing onto his hands.

“Why… why does it have to be Isabel…?”

Repeating “why,” Marcel slowly lost consciousness. Isabel gently stroked his head.

Yet Isabel wondered—why did the hero make such a face? She thought he’d rejoice at the news.

Her questions ended there. She didn’t even ponder the meaning behind Marcel’s “why.” Such was simply her nature.

***

Heaven—the Divine Realm, situated in its deepest part. From there, alongside the Goddess, I watched as the world faced destruction.

People, their bodies corrupted by dark magic, melting away without even the strength to scream. The earth cracking open, lava surging forth, and liquefied dark magic raining from above—a literal hellscape.

It was a horrifying sight. Simply witnessing it was painful enough.

Thus, I turned my eyes elsewhere—to Saint Isabel, the sole remaining hope of this world now that even the hero had fallen.

Yet, watching Isabel didn’t exactly ease my mind.

“…Are you really planning to send her back in time?”

“Yes, Watcher.”

Surrounded by mystical radiance, the Goddess offered me a sorrowful smile.

Sunya, the Creator Goddess from the web novel “An Old Tale,” looked exactly as described in the book.

Her dignified yet beautiful features, gently lowered eyelids, and benevolent smile.

When I first awoke after losing consciousness, I found myself face-to-face with Sunya.

At that moment, I realized I had entered the world of my favorite novel.

Initially, I celebrated, believing my tedious life of illness was finally over. But now…

‘I can’t smile…’

Indeed, I couldn’t smile at all.

I was the only reader who followed “An Old Tale” right up until its serialization abruptly halted near the ending.

Thus, I knew—anyone else returning to the past would undoubtedly handle the second attempt far better than Isabel.

“Goddess, reconsider your decision. No matter how I look at it, sending her back isn’t right.”

“Didn’t you hear Isabel’s explanation? She’s the only one capable of receiving my power to return.”

“I know, but…”

Damn it, even sending back a random goblin would be better.

“She’s just an idiot. Aside from overflowing divine power, she’s clueless and naive.”

“She’s not a child. Isabel is an adult, though her stature might be small.”

“Who doesn’t know that? Anyway… you’re seriously sending back the girl who thinks spiders grow on trees?”

A look resembling resignation briefly crossed Sunya’s face.

Ridiculous.

“Come on, Goddess. Honestly, even you don’t trust her.”

Sunya subtly turned her head. Even the almighty Creator Goddess could feel embarrassed, it seemed.

I understood why the hero cried. How could one not despair when the world’s fate depended on someone like her?

“Watcher, that’s precisely why your help is needed.”

“What?”

Still desperately avoiding eye contact, Sunya spoke calmly.

“By my authority as Creator Goddess Sunya, I appoint you as Isabel’s Personal Angel. You, who’ve watched their journey from another world, guide Isabel onto the correct path.”

Ah, a Personal Angel.

So, that’s why I was summoned.

In “An Old Tale,” a Personal Angel was an angel who directly communicated with a single chosen priest among many on earth.

If I became Isabel’s Personal Angel, she’d represent my will on earth.

So Sunya was asking me to help Isabel through her second chance.

It made sense. If time rewound, even the Goddess herself wouldn’t remember these events, so my knowledge from reading “An Old Tale” multiple times would be necessary.

But why would I do that?

“That just means babysitting that idiot. No thanks!”

It was absurd—both Sunya’s offer and her expression upon my refusal.

With such sorrowful eyes, she made me feel like the villain.

“You really… won’t help?”

Sunya’s pleading voice weakened my resolve.

I understood why she had shown me the corrupted world—to burden my conscience.

But still, I refused.

If it were helping the hero, maybe. Assisting Isabel would only drive me insane.

“Yeah, no way. Why put myself through that misery? I’d rather wait for my disease to heal—”

But at that very moment—

Crack!

The Divine Realm shattered.

Suddenly, a black hand pierced through empty space, shattering the barrier separating Heaven from the Divine Realm, and stabbed Sunya through the back.

“Sunya!”

I shouted in shock.

The gentle warmth vanished instantly through the fissure, which grew larger, engulfing the Divine Realm in murky darkness. A massive, black shadow slowly emerged.

Sunya closed her eyes in agony.

Demon King—no, Demon God Daerex appeared in full form, bursting into wild laughter.

“Ahahaha—!”

Just like in the novel. Grey skin, intimidating eyes, fiery black armor—a living disaster whose mere presence invoked death and terror.

The embodiment of absolute evil, who had overcome death itself by believing that killing a god required becoming one first, now stood before me, having impaled the Creator Goddess.

It was shocking.

I had felt an immutable transcendence from Sunya, confident nothing could ever harm her or invade her sacred realm.

Yet Daerex easily shattered that belief. Witnessing a truth I considered unshakeable collapse before me felt utterly terrifying.

Yes, I was afraid.

Ah, Daerex, previously merely a fictional character, was genuinely terrifying.

Yet oddly, Daerex didn’t attack me—he didn’t even seem to notice me. Laughing while still impaling Sunya, he covered his mouth with his other hand.

“I can’t stop laughing, Sunya, you helpless creator. Were you watching the world’s ruin from here?”

Sunya didn’t respond. Instead, she turned her head desperately, gazing at me.

She expected something from me.

Damn it, what are you doing? Just send Isabel back already!

Sunya was still alive. She could reverse time, erasing Daerex’s invasion.

But she hesitated, waiting for me to change my answer.

‘What a cheap move…’

Knowing Isabel alone couldn’t manage a second attempt, Sunya awaited my consent.

A plea for help.

That gaze wasn’t directed solely at me but also reflected the world’s destruction behind me.

Damn it, what do you expect from me?

Dragged suddenly into this novel’s world, was she threatening to let us all die if I didn’t help?

Blackmail at its finest.

“I’ll do it.”

I said it aloud. Daerex didn’t seem to hear, so I shouted again.

“I said I’ll do it!”

Sunya’s eyes trembled.

I had to admit, her tactic worked perfectly. I truly loved “An Old Tale.”

Watching it crumble hurt deeply.

I’d desperately wished for a satisfying ending.

I didn’t know how the novel ended since its serialization stopped abruptly.

But as its sole reader, I couldn’t accept Daerex destroying the world.

I would stop it.

I didn’t yet know how to guide Isabel, but I’d find a way.

At least, as Sunya said, being a Personal Angel would ensure my survival.

Compared to languishing in a hospital, awaiting death, this was infinitely better.

“I’ll take responsibility for that idiot’s growth, so hurry up! Before you die from having your stomach pierced!”

“Thank you, Watcher…”

“Watcher? Who are you speaking to, Sunya?”

Daerex, previously confident, now showed suspicion. As Sunya raised her hand, Daerex swiftly severed it.

“Sunya!”

“Whatever you’re planning, it won’t succeed.”

I thought all was lost. But Sunya’s severed hand didn’t fall—it floated upward, radiating blinding light that engulfed the shattered realm.

“How…!”

Daerex’s shocked voice, Sunya’s silent smile through tear-filled eyes—

These were my final memories before consciousness slipped away.

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“Haa….”  

Rewinding time briefly—just before Whitney left the office and discovered Lady Hestia.  

“Calm down, Cecil. Giving up without even trying is just plain stupid.”  

After feeling an overwhelming gap against Princess Katarina and hearing Whitney’s unintended provocation, Cecil clenched her teeth and muttered to herself as she walked down the corridor toward the bathroom.  

“I have to save Father, Runiel, and all the servants from that bastard’s clutches.”  

If Whitney had heard this, he would have been quite hurt, but for Cecil—who had spent years being tormented by her ever-suspicious older brother—it was no different from her life’s mission.  

“…Isn’t that right, Mother?”  

She suddenly stopped in front of the now-empty room of the Countess Lingard, reminiscing with a longing expression.  

“Phew, this isn’t the time for this.”  

Just as she managed to pull herself together from nearly wavering, she resumed her tired steps.  

– Clang!  

All of a sudden, the sound of something shattering echoed from the other end of the corridor.  

“…Did Sasha make a mistake again?”  

Assuming it was just another of Sasha’s blunders, Cecil quickened her pace toward the source of the noise, expecting to find Sasha on the verge of tears.  

“…!?”  

But as soon as she reached the intersection of the hallway and took in the scene, she instinctively stepped back, hiding herself and peeking out cautiously.  

“Haha. Saintess… No, Miss Tia, I’m not scolding you or anything.”  

“Ah… Ahh…”  

“It’s just a plate. Sasha breaks one every few days.  

We can just take another one from storage.”  

On the opposite side of the corridor, Whitney was crouched in front of a new maid who was sitting on the floor for some reason, speaking to her in a calm tone.  

“It’s just that… I was having an important conversation with someone inside that room.”  

“……”  

“It would be a bit troublesome if any part of that conversation were to leak out…”  

Initially, Cecil had hidden on instinct upon seeing Whitney, but as time passed, her gaze grew more suspicious.  

“I won’t scold you, so tell me.”  

“Ah…”  

“How much did you hear?”  

Whitney’s words sounded particularly dubious to her—though, of course, when wasn’t he suspicious?  

“I-I was just moving the teacups to the kitchen under Lady Parsha’s orders… and then… I heard His Highness’s voice.”  

“Hmm.”  

“His voice is quite distinctive, after all…”  

Not only Whitney but also the reaction of the maid—who was now mentioning the prince—felt suspicious to Cecil.  

‘A regular maid knows the prince’s voice…?’  

Tilting her head in confusion for a moment, she held her breath again, focusing on the conversation in the corridor.  

“I-I couldn’t help but be surprised.”  

‘Well, I guess she could know… Maybe she worked at the academy before coming here…’  

“I heard the voice of someone I thought I’d never meet again as I passed by…”  

“Gasp.”  

Hearing the maid’s trembling, meaningful words, Cecil couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath.  

“…Is that really all?”  

Fortunately, Whitney didn’t seem to hear her reaction. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and pressed the maid in a low voice.  

“I-I swear to God.”  

“Then that’s a relief.”  

Hearing her answer, Whitney finally smiled brightly and patted the maid’s shoulder.  

“You must have been feeling weak, that’s all.”  

“Hic.”  

“Judging by your reaction, I’m sure of it. It seems I haven’t been taking good enough care of you, have I?”  

Watching Whitney’s eerily familiar demeanor—the same one he used when speaking to her—Cecil felt a shiver run down her spine. She swallowed dryly and observed the maid’s response.  

“I-I am satisfied! Truly…”  

“No need to be so defensive.”  

The maid, her face pale with fear, forced an awkward smile and stammered out an excuse, but Whitney cut her off decisively.  

“We wouldn’t want to leave bad memories for the future savior of the world, now would we?”  

Though his voice was low, his words were crystal clear to Hestia, who was currently disguised as a maid.  

‘The… Saintess!?’  

And, of course, Cecil—who had long since strengthened her hearing with magic—heard it just as clearly.  

‘So that new maid… is the prince’s fiancée who was kidnapped by black mages at the ball!?’  

Luckily, this time she managed to cover her mouth in time, preventing another gasp from escaping.  

‘Then… the real mastermind behind the kidnapping…?’  

But just as her mind began racing, her heartbeat pounded so wildly in her chest that it nearly drowned out the surrounding voices.  

“Cecil, what are you doing here?”  

“…!?”  

She was so focused that she didn’t notice Runiel—who was in the habit of moving soundlessly—standing right behind her.  

“T-The bathroom.”  

“…?”  

“Training ended, so I was heading to the bathroom…”  

“Ah, I see.”  

Fortunately, Runiel wasn’t particularly perceptive and simply nodded at her explanation.  

“Hmm.”  

But in this empty hallway—where sound carried easily—it was impossible for Whitney not to have heard their conversation.  

“First, I need to sort things out.”  

The only saving grace was that Whitney seemed to assume Cecil had merely been passing through rather than eavesdropping.  

– Cctat…  

As he rose from his seat with narrowed eyes, he pulled a small bell from his pocket and shook it.  

Runiel, who had been watching Cecil, immediately turned and approached Whitney.  

“You called?”  

“Runiel, postpone the meeting. Escort Miss Tia to the office.”  

Then, in a voice laced with amusement, Whitney subtly altered his tone, switching from “Saintess” to her alias as he gave his order.  

“And prepare ‘that’ thing I mentioned before.”  

“‘That’… You mean?”  

“Make sure it’s done discreetly, without anyone knowing.  

Understood?”  

“…Understood.”  

With that, Whitney finally turned his gaze to Hestia.  

“Miss Tia, I’ll be giving you an unforgettable memory today.”  

“Hic.”  

“A memory that will stay with you for life, even after you leave this place.”  

Hearing his chilling whisper, fear flickered in Hestia’s eyes as she was dragged away by Runiel.  

“So, I hope you enjoy it.”  

As she disappeared into the distance, Whitney waved with an eerily spine-chilling smile.  

“S-Sir Whitney. Did everything go well?”  

“…Well, more or less.”  

Just then, Princess Katarina peeked out from her room, cautiously inquiring about the situation. Whitney immediately put on what he thought was a gentle smile.  

“It seems a maid made a little mistake.”  

“A-And, um… I was thinking inside my room…”  

“Ah, my apologies, Your Highness, but I believe you’ll have to postpone your farewell.”  

Cutting her off mid-sentence, Whitney shook his head.  

“She isn’t in the best condition right now.”  

“I-Is that so?”  

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she’s properly ‘fixed’ so that our plans won’t be disrupted.”  

At his chilling whisper, the princess swallowed dryly.  

“…I-I’ll leave it to you, Sir Whitney.”  

Lowering her head, her voice grew smaller, as if entrusting everything to him.  

“Of course. After all, we share the same fate.”  

“R-Right. Haha…”  

“Well, since our conversation is wrapping up… I suppose it’s time for a farewell.”  

Whitney, who had been nodding with a satisfied expression, said this as he took a step forward.  

The princess, sensing the moment, quickly followed behind him.  

“A-Already?”  

“As you know, I have to go fix someone who isn’t in a good condition.”  

“Ah, I see! But shouldn’t I give you the appointment letter for the judge? If you give me paper and a pen, I can write it right away…!”  

“Haha, I almost forgot.…”  

Their voices gradually faded into the distance, leaving behind an eerie silence.  

‘Could it be that my brother… is blackmailing both the saintess and the prince at the same time?’  

Amidst that silence, Cecil, who was still covering her mouth and leaning against the wall, tried to calm her racing heart.  

‘I can’t make any rash moves. If I act recklessly in a situation this big, everyone will be in danger.’  

She clenched her eyes shut, forcing herself to stay composed as she muttered internally.  

‘First, I need to investigate every detail of the schemes happening in this mansion and gather evidence.’  

Even though her heart was still pounding like crazy, when she opened her eyes again, they were filled with fierce determination.  

‘Whitney, you bastard. I will definitely stop you.’  

***  

“I’m sorry, but no one is allowed past this point.”  

“W-What?”  

Having steeled her resolve, Cecil tried to sneak into a room near the office while holding her breath.  

But before she could even climb all the way up the stairs to the top floor, she was stopped by Runiel, who stood guarding the entrance.  

“Due to the young master’s strict orders, even you, as a family member, are not an exception.”  

“C-Commander! Are you seriously doing this to me?”  

“If you continue, I’ll have no choice but to use force.”  

Feeling cornered, Cecil glanced nervously down the corridor before giving Runiel a pleading look, trying to appeal to her emotions.  

But her response remained cold and unwavering.  

“Then at least answer one thing for your former junior.”  

Biting her lip at her firm attitude, Cecil clenched her fists tightly and posed her question.  

“What exactly is happening inside?”  

“Hmm. I suppose I can tell you that much.”  

Runiel furrowed her brows in thought for a moment before finally opening her mouth.  

“The young master is merely providing the new maid with some essential training.”  

“And by training, you mean…?”  

To Cecil, who was desperately grasping for any clue, her answer was like gold.  

“In simple terms, it’s training on how to release basic desires.”  

“…What?”  

“It’s about learning how to fulfill one’s hidden urges without worrying about the eyes of others.”  

Runiel’s words sounded more and more suspicious, making Cecil tilt her head in confusion.  

“Of course, to outsiders, it might seem crude and improper.  

But what matters is the results.”  

“W-What are you even saying?”  

Cecil’s jaw dropped at the shocking statement that just came out of her mouth.  

“…For reference, I also underwent the same training recently. And I must say, the results were excellent.”  

“……”

“Since I grew up as a noble, I had always been taught to see such things as vulgar… but…”  

Runiel, her face slightly flushed, spoke with a strangely liberated expression.  

“After the young master’s training, it felt as if something inside me had been set free.”  

“Ah….”  

“So for someone as disciplined as she is, I can confidently say that she will succumb just as easily.”  

Runiel hesitated for a moment before continuing with an expression that Cecil had never seen from her before—one that was almost gentle.  

“To the young master’s warm heart, that is.”  

Frozen in shock, Cecil could only manage to spit out one blunt sentence.  

“Y-You crazy bastard.”  

Well, what sister wouldn’t react like this upon discovering that her own brother had a hobby of “training” women?  

***  

‘Why are my ears itching again?’  

After receiving the appointment letter from Princess Katarina and seeing her off, I returned to my office, scratching my ear absentmindedly.  

“W-What… are you planning to do to me?”  

In the seat where the executive members had gathered for a meeting just hours ago, only Lady Hestia, the saintess, remained—looking as if she was about to pass out.  

“Haha, no need to be so tense.”  

I did feel a little guilty about postponing the meeting before we had a chance to discuss the detailed plan.  

But really, wasn’t this plan impossible to execute without the saintess’s cooperation in the first place?  

“If anyone saw this, they’d think I was about to eat you alive.”  

“…P-Please spare me.”  

Look at that. Even a light joke had her trembling, barely able to speak.  

At this rate, even if the plan succeeded, she might hold a serious grudge against me.  

I needed to mend our relationship first.  

“We’re simply going to spend some time being honest about our desires, Lady Saintess.”  

With that in mind, I clapped my hands and turned my gaze toward the bookshelf at the back of the room.  

-Creak…  

Right on cue, a secret mechanism activated, revealing the entrance to the underground chamber.  

“W-W-Whatever it is… please be gentle with me.”  

Seeing the scene before her, the saintess mumbled tearfully as if she had misunderstood something.  

“Haha… I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you won’t be stepping inside today.”  

I quickly dispelled her misconception.  

“You only need to experience what’s coming out of that place.”  

“…H-Huh?”  

She still looked completely lost, but that didn’t matter.  

“Alright, here we go!”  

Just in time, Sasha appeared from the underground passage, pushing a cart.  

“I-I brought all the appetizers first…”  

On the cart, an array of dishes, prepared using all the mansion’s best ingredients, was neatly arranged.  

“And the rest?”  

“I-I’ll bring them as soon as you say the word!”  

That’s right.  

This was my ultimate weapon against the saintess—  

The “Banquet Trap Strategy.”  

“Wh-What is all this…?”  

“I told you, didn’t I?”  

Even noble ladies, who had been trained from childhood to maintain strict dietary discipline, often dreamed of indulging in food at least once in their lives.  

I had tested this on Runiel, who was famously self-disciplined, and even she had proven that no one, not even a future killing machine, could resist their appetite.  

“So let’s be honest about our desires.”  

“A-Ah…”  

“I know you’ve been skipping meals because you were suspicious of our food.”  

Now then, what about Lady Hestia?  

Someone who had lived—and would continue to live—an even more disciplined life than Runiel?  

“If you’re worried about poison, I’ll eat with you. How about that?”  

“Y-You think you can break me with something like this?”  

Sure, that was the expected response at first, but—  

-Growl…  

Words meant nothing against an empty stomach.  

“For someone who says that, your body is being quite honest.”  

“Ugh…”  

“Well, if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”  

I smirked, watching her face flush red with embarrassment.  

Then, as the final blow, I used my memories from my past life.  

“…I also have your favorite wine here.”  

“…!”  

“If you return to the church, you’ll never be able to drink this again.”  

If my memories weren’t mistaken, before she became a saintess, Lady Hestia had been quite the drinker.  

“So, what will you do?”  

There was no way she could ignore the premium 30-year-old wine that I now dangled before her, freshly pulled from the ice bucket.  

“…Give me some.”  

“Hmm? I didn’t hear that.”  

As expected, after a moment of silence, she spoke again in a quiet, hesitant voice.  

“C-Could you pour me just one glass…?”  

And with that, the saintess—whose resolve had finally crumbled—sealed the victory of my “Banquet Trap Strategy.”  

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Patron 137

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“If you mean Rikrakamur, are you talking about the monstrosity in the northern part of the border area?”

“Yes.”

Alon responded to Yuman’s words and thought,

‘I have to deal with that creature.’

The forest monster Rikrakamur is also a monstrosity that players go to handle in Psychedelia.

In the north of the border area, the monster, whose size is even taller than a typical building, didn’t necessarily have to be dealt with unless the Five Great Sins intervened.

Since it was outside the border, it didn’t particularly cause any harm.

However, the reason Psychedelia’s protagonist and Alon wanted to deal with Rikrakamur was for one reason only.

Because of the relic it possessed.

The Relic of the Five Great Sins.

Like an exclusive item that will descend in the future to the Five Great Sins, if they acquire this relic, their power would double.

Thus, knowing that the Five Great Sins would come, Alon had to deal with Rikrakamur no matter what.

Additionally, there was also something he could gain,

“So, was it Rikrakamur’s power that destroyed the wall yesterday?”

While thinking of the crumbs that would fall, Alon nodded to Kiriana’s question.

“Yes.”

“I thought there was no clue, but how did you…”

“There was black slime vaporizing on the broken wall.”

“Slime?”

“Yes. This black slime distorts any magic array it touches. Probably, the reason the wall fell is because Rikrakamur’s slime invalidated the structure of the magical circle on the wall.”

“Indeed,”

Kiriana nodded.

But then, confusion appeared on her face.

“But, as you say, Lord, can we assume that Rikrakamur intentionally smeared this slime on the monster to attack us?”

“I can’t be sure, but it’s not an impossible story. Rikrakamur, as a monstrosity, has the authority to command monsters.”

“So, the monster waves that have been attacking us, it wasn’t because of a fault in the gate that repels monsters, but because of Rikrakamur…?”

Kiriana speculated.

And Yuman, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, joined in.

“I meant to tell you, but we spent about a day checking the five installed gates and found no damage.”

“So?”

“Probably a high chance that what the lord said is correct. Why exactly is Rikrakamur?”

Murmurs of increasing puzzlement.

“Honestly, I don’t know why it attacked the wall.”

Alon was also puzzled.

In the game, Rikrakamur had never attacked the wall like this.

‘At some point, it didn’t seem to move.’

After a moment of contemplation, Alon brushed off the thought.

After all, what he needed to focus on at this moment wasn’t why the enemy attacked the wall, but dealing with the enemy itself, Rikrakamur.

“That’s why I might need some help with this.”

He promptly took action.

“Rather, I would like to ask you for help. If it keeps causing monster waves, especially ones that can invalidate the walls, it must be killed.”

Kiriana’s eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

Alon smiled inwardly.

Dealing with Rikrakamur would definitely require her help, precisely, the help of the allied forces.

“Then, let’s set off immediately.”

There was no need to delay.

***

The expedition was organized.

It was not possible to mobilize all the allied forces.

More than half of the troops had to be kept at the wall, as necessary.

If they had pulled all the allied forces out for the punitive expedition and the monsters from the wasteland started rampaging inside the walls, the problem would become quite serious.

Kiriana divided the allied forces into 70% for wall defense and 30% for the expedition.

Although Alon was a bit disappointed, it was enough, so he accepted it.

Saint Yuman also decided to stay at the border.

Someone needed to lead the allied forces in Kiriana’s absence.

Although Yuman was a cleric, the power of his title as a saint was great.

It was a position respected enough to command the allied forces.

“It’s a pity.” 

Yuman showed a slightly displeased expression.

His gaze turned to Yutia, who was smiling broadly.

“Saint, you just need to encourage the allied forces well.”

“What about the Cardinal?”

“How can a saint and a cardinal be compared? The people who remain will definitely want the saint to stay. I really regret it too.”

Despite being regretful, Yutia’s smile was about 1 cm wider than usual.

The saint furrowed his brow slightly, but eventually,

“It can’t be helped.”

He sighed deeply and moved closer to whisper to Alon,

“Lord, never trust her. As I’ve told you several times, she is not a trustworthy person.”

“Really.”

Alon felt odd.

Not because of the content; he wasn’t surprised as he had heard it before.

It was the attitude.

‘If so, why whisper?’

His voice was loud enough for others to hear; it was a blatantly unnatural behavior.

Alon looked at Yutia.

Fortunately, her expression was similar to before; no harm done.

Her subtly gleaming red eyes were on the saint, like the gaze of a victor looking down on a loser.

‘Why are they on such bad terms?’

Well, there’s no need to know right now.

Alon turned to Evan and ordered,

“Evan, you stay too.”

“Yes!”

Evan responded energetically, as if he had been waiting.

“Aren’t you going to ask why you’re not coming?”

“What is there to ask? I just follow what the lord says.”

“You responded so hastily because you didn’t want to go?”

“Hey, what do you think I am?”

Evan laughed,

“Then let’s go together.”

“Lord, thinking about it, I felt like I had both heatstroke and a cold yesterday from waiting for you so long.”

Evan, who said he would follow without question, quickly changed his tune. Alon chuckled inwardly.

A few hours later,

“Let’s set off.”

The expedition departed.

***

It would take about three days to reach Rikrakamur.

Remembering this, Alon thought of the relic that the monstrosity possessed.

‘Certainly, it was the ‘Relic of Wrath’.’

He glanced at Yutia walking beside him.

Originally, this relic was something Yutia was supposed to obtain in the future.

However, in the original story, she, awakened as the ‘Sin of Wrath,’ did not acquire this relic.

The protagonist Eliban obtained the relic before her and destroyed it.

Eliban’s ability to conquer the Sin of Wrath was greatly due to this fact.

Of course, Yutia was constrained, and the mages of the Tower unleashed a barrage of magic, while Caliban’s swordmasters also joined the punitive force,

and even the strong hidden across the continent came out to help.

‘The more I think about it, the less sense it makes how strong it was.’

Yutia suddenly felt like a stranger.

A sin that could only be killed after a total war effort by the entire world.

Then,

“Lord.”

“Yes?”

As they walked, Kiriana looked at Alon hesitantly.

“Could I… perhaps touch that cat?”

“Cat? Oh, are you talking about Blackie?”

Blackie peeked out from Alon’s chest pocket, looking around.

As Alon pointed to the little one,

“Is its name Blackie?”

“Yes.”

“What a cute name.”

Kiriana fiddled with her fingers, her expression slightly fluttery.

Alon shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly because he had named Blackie himself. Feeling quite pleased, he took Blackie out.

“Would you like to touch him?”

“Oh? Really, may I?”

“It’s fine.”

“But what if he doesn’t like other people touching him? Like yesterday, it might change a bit…”

Alon paused, looking puzzled, then sighed. He too had experienced a bit of a culture shock yesterday when he saw red eyes emerge all over Blackie’s body.

But aside from when using magic, Blackie maintained the form of a cat.

“It should be fine.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll try.”

Without any suspicion, Alon handed Blackie to Kiriana. As soon as the cat was in her hands, she smiled unknowingly, but then—

Puff!

“Ah.”

When red eyes angrily appeared all over the cat’s body, she froze. With a growl, she hurriedly handed Blackie back to Alon. Once back in Alon’s arms, Blackie vigorously rubbed against him and acted affectionately.

Kiriana wore a bittersweet expression.

“It seems he only shows this side to you, Lord.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he would do that.”

Alon looked at Blackie with mixed feelings.

‘I didn’t know he would be so hostile to others. Is it just towards Kiriana?’

Wondering, Alon tried handing Blackie to other soldiers and knights, but—

“Eeek!”

“Lord, could you take him back, please!?”

Each time, the cat fiercely glared with red eyes and growled, and Alon realized Blackie didn’t like being handled by others.

After the commotion, Yutia called Alon.

“My Lord.”

“What is it?”

“Could I hold Blackie for a moment?”

“Blackie?”

“Yes. He looks cute.”

“But it seems he doesn’t take well to others’ hands.”

Didn’t he just wreak havoc around here?

However, Yutia nodded as if it would be fine.

“But he’s so cute. Can I try?”

Asking again, Alon handed Blackie over to Yutia, albeit with a slightly worried expression behind his calm facade. As expected, as soon as Blackie was in Yutia’s hands, he started growling and producing red eyes all over his body.

But Yutia kept smiling gently as she looked down at Blackie.

“That won’t do, will it?”

Her eyes slightly narrowed as she murmured softly. Then,

Suddenly!

The previously ferocious Blackie froze as if time had stopped.

“?!”

Both Alon and Kiriana paused in confusion. Blackie, who had been the embodiment of ferocity just moments before, now looked up at Yutia with wide, fearful eyes.

Shivering, Blackie began to tremble in Yutia’s arms, and she slowly stroked his back.

“A master’s words should be well heeded, right?”

Nodding frantically, Blackie agreed.

Alon and Kiriana could only stare blankly at the bizarre scene.

And then,

Yutia naturally lifted the trembling Blackie to her face.

“If you don’t want to be crushed, okay?”

She whispered in a voice only Blackie could hear, and his head shook even more vigorously.

A moment later,

“Wow… he’s really become tame, hasn’t he?”

Kiriana observed the now calm Blackie in her hands with wonder.

Alon noticed Blackie’s eyes were fixed somewhere. Following his gaze,

“My, what’s the matter, my Lord?”

Yutia was smiling.

“Never mind.”

Alon thought to say something but chose to remain silent instead.

It was a quite warm afternoon in the spring.

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Round 273

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The past few days, she had been showing more and more excitement. This reaction was somewhat expected.

At first, I thought she was a bit of a strange person, but as we spent more time together, she didn’t seem like a bad person.

Lacking a bit of social skills?

Well, considering she’s a Level 9 Awakener and a celebrity, she might just have a case of celebrity syndrome.

Whatever the case, even that celebrity syndrome was nearly cured thanks to my food.

“Is this the dungeon where those items came from?”

“Yes, it is. Let’s take a look around together.”

We made our way to the village, walking softly on the snow.

On the way, Woffy ran up, wagging its tail excitedly. I patted its neck, and it joyfully ran around.

“You’ve tamed a Flame Wolf?”

“Ah, yes. It became part of the family by chance.”

Katrina gave me a strange look.

Now that I noticed, she seemed quite interested in Woofy.

Does she like dogs?

I casually called Woofy over and presented it to Katrina.

“Would you like to pet it?”

“Hmm, I suppose I could.”

Her tone was as if she were doing Woofy a favor. Yet, her face betrayed a subtle twitch of excitement she couldn’t hide.

-Huff huff huff.

When Katrina petted it, Woofy rolled over and exposed its belly.

Apparently, she liked that and crouched down, enthusiastically rubbing Woofy’s belly.

“Aren’t you cold? It’s snowing, after all.”

How could a Flame Wolf feel cold?

I listened to Katrina’s slightly silly remark and then resumed walking. Woofy also trotted along cutely by Katrina’s side.

“Are there no monsters in this dungeon?”

“There are. But they’re all my familiars.”

“What?”

“I lured them in with food. Haha.”

It wasn’t a lie. But Katrina looked at me as if that made no sense.

“Then why hasn’t anyone else been able to tame familiars with food until now?”

“Because their food isn’t as tasty as mine?”

“Taming familiars requires a narrative.”

“A narrative?”

“A story. You can’t just tempt them with food. There has to be an emotional connection.”

Come to think of it…

I’m not sure.

I just said, ‘I’ll give you food, so follow me,’ and they all came along.

Maybe there was some kind of emotional exchange in the process?

Well, whatever works.

The fact that they’re my familiars doesn’t change.

“Hmm?”

Katrina suddenly stopped, as if she’d noticed something.

The village wasn’t even in sight yet, but her reaction suggested she saw something.

“Over there…….”

“You’ve got sharp eyes!”

“I’m a Level 9 Awakener.”

“Even so, your eyesight is impressive.”

Katrina looked at me incredulously.

Maybe I’d picked up some of Ara’s quirks. After saying something pointless, we continued toward the village.

“Oh! You’ve arrived!”

Sensing Ara approaching, she came running energetically.

The village was now filled with snow sculptures made by the children.

“Katrina! This is our home! Welcome!”

Ara’s voice was lively, but then she suddenly adopted a solemn expression, speaking as if she were welcoming a guest to her kingdom.

‘Little King.’

Watching her adorable demeanor, I soon saw Seon-ah, Jae-seong, and Orie step out from inside.

Cheong, clinging to Seon-ah’s back, was a bonus.

“Welcome.”

Jae-seong, whom Katrina had met a few times, greeted her first, followed by Orie.

Seon-ah, upon seeing Katrina in person, trembled slightly and barely managed to speak.

“H-H-Hello!!”

She stammered, her pronunciation awkward, to the point of embarrassment.

Even as her older brother, I felt a little ashamed.

After brief introductions, Katrina began exploring the village.

I thought I’d be her guide, but Seon-ah stepped forward first.

‘Looks like the kids went ahead. That’s a relief.’

The snowman-making contest seemed to be something that would only conclude after Katrina had left. There wasn’t any need to show the Seven Deadly Sins, after all.

-I am Ras.

…Or so I thought, but why am I hearing that voice?

When I hurried over, I saw that the children hadn’t left yet.

They were in a corner of the village, diligently building snowmen.

It seemed like all the notable spots had already been taken, so they ended up here.

“Is that… a dog?”

-I am not a mere dog.

An unusual encounter.

Katrina seemed fascinated by the talking monster, her face brimming with curiosity.

“Ras! This is a guest!”

-Hmm, a guest? Enjoy yourself while you’re here.

The little one chattered on, and Katrina seemed tempted to touch it, extending her hand.

Ras, however, deftly avoided her hand and crossed its arms.

-You are a hundred years too early to catch me.

It seemed like she was just trying to pet it, though.

Regardless, Katrina appeared to take it as a challenge.

She quickly reached out her hand with incredible speed.

Though not a physical-type Awakener, her abundant Level 9 magic made her movements exceptionally fast.

However…

Her opponent was none other than Ras.

The boss monster representing Wrath among the Seven Deadly Sins.

An overwhelmingly powerful being that required several Level 9 Awakeners to confront.

‘It might look like a dog wearing boots, but…’

Even Katrina’s slightly serious attempt was skillfully dodged by Ras.

This left the great witch momentarily flustered. Her expression seemed to say, “This can’t be happening.” Then, with even faster  movements, she lunged at Ras. But once again, Ras effortlessly dodged her as if toying with her.

Katrina soon realized something was off.

She glanced at me for an explanation. But I had nothing to say.

There was no way I’d reveal that Ras was part of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Vrrr—

A strange noise reverberated.

It sounded like the very air was vibrating.

In an instant, Katrina disappeared from sight and reappeared behind Ras. Yet, Ras’s ears perked up, and he moved the moment Katrina vanished. His speed was astounding.

Naturally, Katrina’s hand grasped at nothing but air.

“What the…!!”

She seemed momentarily surprised but then regained a serious expression and used her ability again.

This time, without any warning signs, Katrina’s body shifted instantaneously, and the surrounding air grew heavy.

‘Gasp!’

Is she manipulating gravity?!

My body felt heavier!

It was an ability befitting a Level 9 Awakener. It seemed she used such a skill to avoid harming Ras, but could she actually catch him?

“This looks fun,” Ara murmured enviously.

It probably looked like a game of tag.

“Should I ask her to do it for me too?”

“Yeah!”

While Ara and I were casually chatting, six or seven exchanges had already taken place in the blink of an eye.

All ended in Ras’s victory.

Katrina stood frozen in disbelief.

“This makes no sense! What kind of monster is that…?”

-Did I not tell you? You are a hundred years too early to lay a hand on me.

“I want to play too! Tag is fun!”

Ara dashed forward with excitement.

Naturally, I thought she wanted Katrina to tag her, but that wasn’t the case.

-Hmph!!

Ara’s target was none other than Ras.

And thus, round two began.

Whoosh~!

Whizz!!

Their speeds steadily increased.

Initially, Ras’s superior physical capabilities gave it an overwhelming advantage, but Ara, who had been growing stronger thanks to my crops and food, was now nearly on par.

At this point, it was an even match. A fierce game of tag between equals ensued.

Katrina and Seon-ah stood frozen, jaws dropped as they watched the scene unfold.

The sheer speed, almost invisible to the naked eye, was beyond comprehension.

To top it off, the occasional small sonic booms indicated they might have even broken the sound barrier.

“Ha ha,” I let out a nervous laugh.

How was I supposed to explain this now?

It was clear to anyone watching that this wasn’t ordinary.

Thud!

Finally, Ras was caught by Ara.

If it had been Ashu, she might have escaped, but Ras, being specialized in strength, was inevitably captured by Ara.

A cloud of white dust rose, and the ground around them was deeply dented.

The intense marks left on the earth were the result of nothing more than a game of tag between those two small figures.

“What on earth is this?” Katrina asked, eyes wide.

But there wasn’t much I could say to her.

“They’re quite energetic, aren’t they? I guess eating well gives them so much vitality. After all, the crops I grow are practically items themselves.”

“Ridiculous!” Katrina shouted as Ara confidently approached, carrying Ras on her shoulder.

“I caught him!”

“…So much for “a hundred years too soon.”

“Would you like to touch him? Ras is fluffy!”

Ara’s casual question left Katrina visibly flustered. But as Ras’s tail wagged like a helicopter blade, she gulped and hesitated.

“Can I pet it?”

-It is still a hundred years too soon.

Ras, clearly distressed, repeated the same phrase.

Well, considering how Ara used to struggle to even keep up with Ras but could now catch him, he probably felt quite defeated.

Katrina hesitantly touched Ras’s fur.

Once she started petting the fluffy creature, she couldn’t stop, her hands running all over him. Ras, meanwhile, leapt off Ara’s shoulder, standing proudly with his head held high.

-The defeated must remain silent! Pet me as much as you wish.

Despite his words, Ras looked as though he might take off with his wagging tail.

Eventually, Katrina, enchanted by the sight, set aside her earlier confusion and doubts, fully captivated as she continued to pet Ras.

Indeed, cuteness could save the world.

Later, Katrina was “attacked” by a swarm of gnolls, leaving her covered in their fur.

She toured the fields, experienced harvesting firsthand, and discovered the joy of farming.

When she saw the kitchen bustling like a factory with countless rabbits, she was so shocked that she accused me of monster exploitation.

She was also moved by the collaborative dish made by Ashu, Jae-seong, and Orie.

After the meal, we explored the dungeon’s beach and floating islands. Finally, we relaxed in the hot springs.

“Ha… not bad,” Katrina murmured as she soaked in the warm water.

Still, she couldn’t be completely honest with herself.

‘But she’s a Level 9 Awakener, after all.’

I had almost forgotten, considering how casually I treated her, but Level 9 Awakeners were incredibly prestigious figures.

These days, a Level 9 Awakener was treated with more reverence than the president of a country. As I pondered how extraordinary she was, I also let the hot springs ease my fatigue.

“How did you find a place like this?” Katrina asked.

“Well, I was lucky, I guess.”

“And your familiars… none of them are ordinary. Actually, I didn’t mention it earlier, but that rabbit, Ashu—it’s the White Nightmare, isn’t it?”

I sighed and finally nodded.

There was no point in denying it now that she had figured it out.

“Yes, you’re right.”

“I also know you’ve visited Kyler and the Dungeon of Lust. But I never imagined you’d have tamed one of the Seven Deadly Sins.”

Katrina gave me a meaningful smile as she continued.

“The others… they’re part of the Seven Deadly Sins too, aren’t they?”

“… … …”

“I also saw that you participated in the Dungeon Break in China involving the Sin of Greed. And not long after your involvement, Greed mysteriously vanished.”

“Hey now, that’s quite the leap in logic.”

“I’m not here to cause you trouble. In fact, doing so would be disastrous—for me. I don’t have a death wish.”

Her words were sharp, but did she think I was the type to harm someone just because I was annoyed?

“I was just curious. It feels oddly satisfying to know your secret, like I have some exclusive privilege.”

“You don’t seem too surprised, though.”

“When faced with truths that are too overwhelming, I suppose it’s natural to become indifferent. Ras, Ashu, and probably Mammon hiding somewhere… And then there’s Ara, who managed to capture Ras. Cheong, too, must be far from ordinary.”

Hearing her lay it all out like that made it feel much more real.

I’m truly amazing!

“Your younger siblings don’t seem to know anything about this. I’ll keep quiet,” Katrina said.

“That’s very kind of you,” I replied.

The kids and my siblings were playing to their hearts’ content in another hot spring. Their boundless energy was truly remarkable.

‘Should I just go ahead and tell her that Ingo is Mammon?’

Since so much had already been revealed, I decided to share one more truth.

“By the way, Katrina, did you know this?”

“Know what?”

“All the pieces of art you’ve purchased—they were all created by Mammon, the Sin of Greed.”

“…What?”

“Why do you think I stopped you from meeting the artist?”

“… …”

This revelation seemed to have genuinely caught her off guard.

Katrina let out a hollow laugh, clearly shaken.

“This one got me. I never imagined the Seven Deadly Sin themself could be the creators of such works.”

“Perfect rarity and a captivating narrative, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Art created by one of the Seven Deadly Sins… It’s incredible. Not something I can ever disclose, though.”

With even the final secret revealed, we turned our attention to the radiant World Tree, now sparkling brilliantly.

“This has been a perfect day,” Katrina said.

“I’m glad to hear you’re satisfied,” I replied.

“…Would it be alright if I came back again?”

Uncharacteristically, Katrina spoke with a cautious tone.

I smiled warmly at her.

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