Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Episode 302: Evidence (7)

“Stupid Saenim, foolish Saenim, a fool like no other in the world…”

Deathbringer knelt in front of the solid wall of divine power. My hands, which I repeatedly hit and hit in an attempt to break down the wall, have turned bright red and look like they might bruise at any moment.

“I’m really going to regret it…”

However, the place that hurts more than that is somewhere deeper than the heart inside the chest.

“Damn you, Sannim….”

Ah. Would it have been better if we had talked more?

What would have been different if the Inquisitor had been more disciplined and disciplined instead of taking the time to say that we would meet in the near future?

If only she had gathered the courage to approach the Inquisitor instead of hesitating in fear of what kind of answer she would get…

But she was not the only one who suffered after the Demon Knight disappeared. He wasn’t the only one who hesitated to talk because the pain was so deep.

I don’t know how to understand my own feelings objectively and I’m unfamiliar with talking to others to solve them, so in the end, I choose to keep it to myself. This doesn’t mean that it only applies to one side of my life.

In other words, this was an unavoidable outcome even if we wanted to avoid it. It was a conclusion that came about because several of these people met each other.

Since they never cross each other’s walls, they have no choice but to sink and die in their own swamp. Forever, just staring at a door that won’t open no matter how many times I knock and knock.

“What are you doing?”

“…?”

forever?

“Is rolling around with dust your hobby? Or are you finally figuring out your topic and falling flat on the floor?”

Deathbringer saw someone smashing a door that wouldn’t open instead of knocking on it. Whether or not a person dies buried in a swamp, he lives as he pleases and faces the human attack as he pleases.

“…What the fuck is wrong with you?”

And he gave a one-word evaluation. Does that person have no emotions? Since you are a person who lives by pounding iron, have you also become iron?

“what.”

“Saenim went to kill Nari now… do you have any thoughts about it?”

“Ah, did you go to kill him?”

Deathbringer gritted his teeth. Did you go to kill him? Did you go to kill him? Did you go?? Anyone who sees it will think you went to the market to buy some side dishes…!

“Sagaldo’s blood will be hotter than yours!”

“Snakes are cold-blooded animals. “I’m hotter.”

“Did you say that because I didn’t know that!?”

“Then don’t use the analogy as wrong.”

Meister Hana was truly an iron man who lived as he pleased. He pointed out something strange and picked his ears.

“Okay, where did it go?”

“…Why are you asking that?”

“I heard the Inquisitor went to kill the demon knight. “Aren’t you following me?”

“You said you could follow along and do something—”

“So you’ll stay here?”

“….”

Deathbringer momentarily closed his mouth like a bear eating honey at a comment that touched on an essential problem. I was really angry, but Meister was a person who only said the right things in many ways.

“…Why do you want to go?”

“Because I have a request to deliver. “I have to tell you this before I die.”

“I’m a fool for asking.”

“So I’m going to go or not.”

“…song.”

Deathbringer answered curtly, piling up his growing resentment in one place. smart. At the same time, his hand tapped the divine power membrane that had not yet disappeared. It was a curtain that confined him.

“But because of this, right now…”

Tuk.

Before he could finish speaking, something was thrown. These were decorative items such as cufflinks or epaulet brooches.

“…This.”

However, their uniqueness does not come from being a type of accessory. Oji in that it passed through the divine power membrane and fell in front of him.

“Originally, requested items should not be tried on by others, but I don’t think the client will say anything, so let’s be a little more flexible.”

Deathbringer quickly grabbed it and put it on various parts of his body.

“It goes into your boots. That’s what you put in your ears. “I think you wear one for each joint.”

If I didn’t know where to wear it, the meister kindly informed me. It suddenly occurred to me that I needed to pierce my ears, but I was so anxious that I didn’t pay much attention to it. Deathbringer was filled with one accessory per part.

“But will you let us two run through the demon station?”

The moment he decided that everything had been worn, the meister waved his hand.

“I don’t know.”

Since it was a gesture to come out and see, the Deathbringer silently followed. With a subtle feeling, the hand passed through first, followed by the body.

“Then how did you come down?”

“When I said I would bring you back, they sent me down.”

“Have you not thought about the future?”

“I didn’t do it.”

Is this correct? Deathbringer was speechless in front of the Meister’s confidence.

“So… what are you going to do?”

“The Inquisitor would have just walked, but there’s nothing we can’t do.”

“What about Demon Station? A magical role where a devil comes out?”

“…hmm.”

That’s right. That was a demon station. Meister tilted his head, saying he hadn’t considered that. Is this really a masterpiece? Deathbringer slapped his forehead in front of a sentence that came to mind five times a day.

“…If walking is a bit difficult, you could bring a horse.”

“How do we get the horse here?”

Part of the castle wall has collapsed, but can a horse get through it? Even if possible, you have to lead it slowly and get it through, but will the people around you just watch it?

Deathbringer raised practical issues, and Meister chewed up all of his comments.

“well. “We don’t know that yet.”

Then, what he saw was a man with dark blue hair, but an expression that looked as if a screw was missing somewhere.

* * *

“…ah?”

Green eyes blinked at a few words I said. The eyes, which had subtle differences in shades and shades like paint dropped on a blank page, became even lighter at the touch of a single, spinning drop.

“I know this is an off-topic request. But the Inquisitor. “I…”

How sad that is.

I forced my breath to gradually become heavier and moved my tongue. All it takes is one chance. I won’t shamelessly ask for it twice, so just once, just once.

“It’s not possible.”

But some apologies are too late even if they are not wanted. Even if you don’t want it, the situation and judgment make it that way.

As if leaving Bemurgen was something I had no choice about. As if it’s inevitable that we prioritize our own problems over each other’s.

“Because I am a warrior. “Because I am a person who must follow the oracle and carry out God’s orders.”

Therefore, my apology is late.

“I can’t save you.”

Naturally, it was late, as if it were inevitable.

“…is it.”

But the Inquisitor. Even if it was inevitable that I wouldn’t get a chance to atone, what happens to you after you kill me?

The you I know, the one I see now, I don’t think you’ll be able to live as a sane person after killing me.

I think you’ll lose your life because of the word ‘warrior’.

Is it okay though?

“sorry.”

Besides an apology, there are many things I want to say. One of the concepts that make up you should not be identified with you. You shouldn’t confuse means and purpose.

However, Judging from Puyeji’s perspective, her body had already reached its limit. It made me wonder if I would have died from excessive blood loss even if the Inquisitor didn’t hit my head with the mace.

“Don’t apologize.”

“no. “I owe you an apology.”

Still, it’s better that way. That’s better than having the Inquisitor kill me and be scarred for life.

“…Sorry.”

“Demon Knight, I am—”

I repeated the only words I could swallow, picturing a future in which the worst would be sorted out even if it wasn’t the best.

After much deliberation, I gave up confessing that there was a different story to the devil knight. The reason the Inquisitor made this choice was not because ‘I’ was a demon knight, but because the ‘devil knight’ was me, so there was nothing I could do.

If talking doesn’t change the choice and will only deepen the Inquisitor’s guilt, it is a wiser choice to keep quiet.

“Sorry.”

Just like that. Even though I know it can’t be helped, what worries me is the Inquisitor who will be left hurt and the boy who will never be saved.

I blinked my eyelids, looking at the blurry faces of Faust and the Inquisitor. [It ends like this? Like this?] The hysterical cries ringing in my ears really make me feel uncomfortable until the very end.

“I’m sorry… for not being able to save you.”

“…It’s okay.”

[If it’s going to end like this, it’s better if it’s going to end like this…!]

Hana’s shouting didn’t just end up making her feel uncomfortable. “You…!” Faust didn’t know what he was trying to do, but he called out to the devil as if he was astonished.

“Do you think I’ll let him run away?!”

[Let go of the damn brat! I will never die here!]

“I can never go!”

[Damn kid…!]

Oh really. The damn devil was trouble until the end.

[Do you know that your soul is the same as before? Do you think even a broken soul can stop me?]

I poured out a ton of blood as I saw the demon energy swirling around in a place where everyone was already dying. “ah.” The Inquisitor let out an exclamation, but there was no time to pay any more attention. My vision was blurred and I could no longer see ahead.

“If you don’t mind, could you write that down?”

[…You idiot!!]

However, there is only one thing I can hear clearly right now.

“I think it would be almost impossible since there is a contract, I am restrained, and there is not much time left, but… I don’t know what’s going on in the world.”

[Don’t fucking say it! Let’s all die here?! I say no no! Do you think I survived that hell just for this!?]

「If your heart explodes here, you will definitely die. Even if the hero doesn’t move, we don’t have to worry and wait.”

[No, no, no! Don’t even think about trying, Gretchen!]

It was Faust’s voice that became strangely calm and the devil’s cry that was closer to a scream.

“I’m telling you just in case, but I’m fine. “Really.”

[No, no, Gretchen. please. do not do that. Why are we moving forward in time when everyone is already dying? You wanted to save the kid, but you would do that?! Is that so!]

“Your salvation was too much for me from the beginning.”

[I don’t want to die!!!]

Were all those conversations sad? Or was it refreshing?

“…don’t cry.”

“Yes, I’m not crying. “Because I don’t deserve it.”

I’m not sure. This ending was sad and I felt sorry for the Inquisitor, but even so, I felt a sense of relief toward the end and the joy of finally returning. A train running without a choice is both painful and comfortable.

“It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not your fault. So, kind man, please wake up now.”

Oh, anyway, Inquisitor. I’m sorry for causing you such trauma until the end. But at least this is better than you killing me.

“I hope this nightmare doesn’t bother you for long…”

I memorized the keyword to activate the chest protector’s magic as if I was possessed.

“I want to go home….”

Oh, I wanted to go home.

* * *

“I want to go home….”

Seeing his blank eyes, the former warrior inadvertently threw away his mace. Kang kang kang. The metal tumbled down the sloping rubble and the now free hand made its way to the other side.

“Oh no…”

She quickly grabbed the dying man’s cheek. Huh. The breath that is heard thinly becomes fainter by the minute. Death was about to take him.

“no. No. Demon knights are not allowed….”

That’s all I don’t want to see. Even though she has to kill him, it’s all her choice that he ended up like this, but I still don’t want to see it.

My heart crawled, broke through the tomb, and jumped out. Don’t die, don’t leave me behind. How could I…

“I’m sorry, I’m

sorry, I… I…” The Inquisitor hugged the fallen person, shedding tears. I have to kill him. The responsibility of being a warrior weighed on her, but that was all.

In the face of a real crisis of loss, obligations flow away and are forgotten.

『Are you sure you won’t regret killing Na-ri, you idiot!!』

However, the warning that Tteungjil shouted to her as if on his behalf kept coming to mind.

That guy was right. She regretted it. Deciding to kill you, attacking you, everything that brought you to this point… She regretted it.

In the end, she was someone who couldn’t become a warrior.

“I was wrong, Demon Knight…”

But what value does she have if she can’t become a hero?

What is the point of her existence if she cannot fulfill the mission God has entrusted to her?

“I…”

…I don’t know. In the first place, it was questionable whether she had the qualifications to be a warrior. Can someone who is driven by passion and cannot even kill the great devil in front of them really become a hero? Was it really right for her to become a hero?

“I shouldn’t have become a hero.”

When God designated her as a warrior, it must have been because he saw the potential of something. But she was so inadequate that she could not accomplish what God had told her to do. Furthermore, I couldn’t even save you.

In the end, all that remains is the reality of nothing being achieved and the despair.

“Someone like you should have been chosen as a hero…”

Ah. Why did God choose her? Why did Lee Da-ji choose her and give her the heavy burden?

It would have been better than her if the devil knight had been chosen.

“God, please… please…”

In the face of deep, painful helplessness, the Inquisitor reflexively looked for God. Even though it was God who ordered him to be killed, there was nothing he could do.

The faith I had followed my entire life made me pray like a habit, even though I was not ignorant of it, because there was no alternative.

“Please God….”

However, an unconscious habit and the misery of the conscious mind that realizes it are two different things. She swallowed a shaky breath while hugging the demon knight.

What made her even more miserable was that there was nothing she could do at this moment other than pray to God.

She cannot cure the demon knight, save him, or promise him a future.

Because everything she does will kill the demon knight.

“Please take my life and save this person.”

Why do we have to be like this? She bit her lip as she looked at the person who was still her idol.

Why do we have to be so out of sync? Even though I knew that my devotion to my own life was in fact nothing more than self-abuse, I still clung to the person I longed for.

“It was never his intention to embrace the devil, so please give him the opportunity he deserves.”

She also wanted the demon knight to live. She wants you to have her back in front of her, and when she has to choose something, she wants you to choose the last option for her.

Because he was her admiration, her idol, and a light that showed her the way ahead. Because she was the person who helped her move forward without having to lead everything as a warrior.

Even if all of those teachings came from a once-in-a-lifetime misunderstanding, she was definitely able to change because of you.

therefore.

“God please…”

Because you were my hero.

I wish you lived.

“Ah…”

But she won’t be able to save him. Because he harbored a devil and she was a priest, she had no ability to revive the devil’s vessel.

Tingling.

“I knew it would be like this.”

Because she didn’t have the power to heal her hero.

“You said I would regret it, damn you Saenim…”

“…You.”

“Wow, this isn’t dead.”

The Inquisitor ended up crying in front of the people he left behind but who followed him stubbornly.

“I won’t become a hero, so please save this person…”

It was a cry that was perfect for her age.