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

Episode 303: Evidence (8)

The Inquisitor held his breath as he saw the person barely surviving from the Meister’s fingertips. Sigh. Sigh. Tears and snot continued to flow down my red cheeks and onto the floor.

“You’re crying really ugly…”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu new).”

“Oh, stop squeezing the juice. “I’m going to get dehydrated if I keep doing this!”

Deathbringer, who was watching this, wiped his face with the lining of his cloak. It was not a friendly touch at all. As the resentment accumulated against the Inquisitor, his hands became rougher and his strength became stronger.

The Inquisitor’s face was crushed.

“We didn’t bring water.”

“I am I aaaaaahhh.”

Oh really. Deathbringer took off his cloak as he saw the crying burst out again. The surface coated with tears and snot was so large that it was difficult to continue writing.

“Demon knight ahhh.”

“I can’t cry because of you, really…”

However, his face that was revealed like that didn’t look very normal either.

Although it was less than that of the Inquisitor, the tip of his nose and his eyes were red and he sniffed and ate his nose. It was all concern for the demon knight.

“Both of you, shut up before I kill this guy due to failed treatment. “It’s so noisy that I can’t concentrate.”

“Sigh.”

“Fuck…”

However, the person with the most power here right now is no one else but Meister.

At his words, the two people covered each other’s mouths. There was nothing I could do because Meister was someone who would kill me for being noisy. The demon knight had to be saved first.

“Hah, that sucks…”

While they were desperately covering their mouths, the Meister who was carrying out the minimum measures also felt a little disillusioned. It’s nothing special, but I can’t see any way to save the demon knight? It was a bit of a surprise.

“I think we need to bring in a wizard who can use healing magic for this.”

How can you heal someone whose limbs have been chopped off in a situation where you don’t have the right tools or medicine?

Moreover, it wasn’t just the limbs that were cut off. There is a penetrating wound on the abdomen, and other parts are full of unusual marks. This means that the problem is far beyond what can be solved with universal measures.

The reason he’s saving his life now is because of their persistence, not because of anything he did. There is absolutely no way to do this here.

“Then…”

“Ride right now and go back to the castle wall and bring some wizards. “Honestly, there is no other way.”

Of course, even if they brought a wizard, there was a high probability that they would die before then. The round trip takes about 30 minutes, and I don’t think the demon knight can last 30 minutes with this tail.

But moving the demon knight to the castle wall here? If your internal organs are shaken, your internal organs will be pierced by your own bones and you will die. In the end, this is the best.

“Oh, okay…”

“You go too. “If you send me there alone, I’m sure you won’t be able to speak properly, and if you go alone, you might be attacked by the devil.”

“…Yes, yes.”

“Before you go, let’s hit the wall. “I don’t want to be killed by the devil.”

“…Then you become a demon knight.”

“It’s okay to wear an item that transmits divine power.”

The meister hurriedly kicked them out, then wrapped them in bandages and spread medicine.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face had taken on a faded color like a plaster statue, making him look like a corpse, but fortunately his chest was still rising and falling. Meister wiped away the sweat that was flowing for no reason.

“If you survive, I think it would be a good idea to study the tough vitality of magic users.”

No, does that mean the research has already been completed in the North? I’ve never looked into a paper on biological research, so I’m not sure if it was published or not.

The Meister muttered that and popped the cap off the hemostat.

“Anyway, the premise is to survive.”

And he poured the hemostatic agent on his crushed leg.

Even if I survive, my legs won’t be able to recover. Healing magic has not yet reached the realm of limb regeneration, and due to the nature of his body, he cannot receive divine healing from priests.

Even during this time, his mind is calmly assessing reality.

[Yes, everything must be based on survival.]

“….”

However, when the dying person with blank, open eyes made a sound, he reflexively bit back.

Sweet. At the same time, what he was holding was a utility knife that had been modified so that it could be used in any way.

“what.”

[well. Who could it be?]

The two gazes intersected and became entangled.

* * *

─Well, who would it be?

As soon as I left, I sighed as I saw the demon bastard behaving badly.

Did they send it out for no reason? Maybe I should have just left. That kind of low regret was a bonus.

“Is it okay….”

“I’m looking at it, so I guess I’ll do it in moderation.”

They blocked what was used as a last resort earlier, and there are contracts that can be put on hold at any time, so will they use more tricks?

With that thought in mind, I briefly thought back to what had just happened. It starts from the moment I fainted after saying ‘I want to go home.’

“ah.”

At the moment when I thought I was dead, I opened my eyes again in the world of images. Why didn’t it come back? Asking the obvious question was the right course of action.

I checked my death and return by groping my heart and continuing to look around. To be honest, I was a little annoyed. They say you go back when you die? They say you go back when you die!!

“…The bomb didn’t explode.”

What calmed my anger was the remark of the boy who was tying up the devil in chains. [This XXXXX is XXXX─] The chained devil is spewing out foul language that he cannot dare to convey.

The boy and I neatly turned away from her.

“It didn’t explode?”

“…Yes.”

“That can’t be possible?”

It was a work in which White Wind guaranteed that if you say the keyword ‘I want to go home’ out loud, your heart will burst immediately. But why? There wasn’t anything else that was broken, and even if it was, it was repaired quickly, so why?

Even in the Bemürgen incident, it was safely placed in the inventory along with the beads, and as a result, there was no scratch, so why on earth!

“I don’t know.”

But there was no other way for me or the boy to find out the cause. I lay down with a helpless heart. This is a ferry boat. Only then did my vision come into the range of recognition. I was on a ferry boat floating on the Sea of Blood.

“…What’s not working even now?”

“I’m not dead yet….”

“Is that so?”

Even though he lost so much blood, is he still hemorrhagic? The Inquisitor hasn’t cut off my head yet?

I got back up feeling mixed feelings about the latter fact. I thought I might have left the keyword on the chest protector wrong, so I thought I would shout it out again.

But every time I tried to wake up outside, I ended up waking up with a heavy drowsiness. It was the same no matter how many times I tried.

That doesn’t work. As soon as I gained enlightenment, I just gave up on waking up outside. Death continues to soothe our hearts and tension, as if it has no intention of coming easily.

[….]

At that point, the devil also gave up his glow and fell flat. Then the boy who had been walking around sat down holding the chain. Faust’s eyes may be red, but there is not a single tear.

“Faust.”

“…Yes.”

“Come here.”

「…!」

Something is leaking. I pulled Faust along with those idle thoughts.

It was a consideration for the boy to feel warmth even at the end of his life, when he might die soon. I still feel resentful, but that doesn’t mean I want my child’s death to be lonely.

“…Hey.”

“…Yes.”

“If I die like this, I’ll wake up right away in reality, right?”

Yes, no matter how much you wronged me, the end of your life can be warm.

“…yes. “You will wake up right away.”

“Just like when you accessed the game?”

“…That won’t be right. Even though the flow of time may be different, time is flowing there too.” “

…Time is also flowing there? how much?”

“Because the flow of time is not set at a fixed rate…”

With the child in her arms, she raised her hand and repeated folding and unfolding her fingers. It was like counting numbers.

“Uh…”

But it looks like he’s not good at calculations. While the child was guessing the answer, I absentmindedly looked at the world of images. Depending on the severity of the injury, the blood may have been rising, but the depth of the wound was gradually increasing. The devil was also tied up in chains and floated on another boat.

“Still two weeks…?”

“Two weeks.”

I frowned slightly, wondering why death was so late. This was because the period was shorter than expected.

“But my body will be in the capsule…?”

However, I’m not sure if that’s completely good news.

The problem that came to mind a long time ago, when I just realized that I was trapped in the game, struck me. My eyebrows automatically rose and my eyes frowned even more.

“…Isn’t my body dead?”

“Oh no.”

Would people around me have found me before my body died from malnutrition or lack of moisture?

The child was startled and shook his head at the one word he mumbled reflexively. The barely remaining breast meat and messy hair were shaking.

“Your body is protected by contract. “So that no abnormality occurs in the body even without special nutrition or even physical shock.”

“…Oh.”

That was good news—perhaps it was a natural measure.

I felt some relief, along with the thought that the medical world was about to be turned upside down. It was a reassurance that, as a human being, I had no choice but to have.

[…It’s being treated. People around me are treating this body.]

But while we were waiting and preparing for death, the situation changed a little.

“…okay?”

[okay. The warrior even leaves to bring someone to heal.]

I looked at the devil in delight and eventually sighed as I looked at the indescribable expression on the boy’s face in my arms.

“But can you live with that? “I think I’ll die first from excessive bleeding.”

[If I leave….]

“What will be different if you leave? “Isn’t the magic required for recovery the same?”

[…You can fill your magic power by offering sacrifices.]

I see. When you offer a sacrifice, your magical power is filled.

“Is it okay?”

My eyes became cold. [Listen first.] It was the next thing that the devil went into servile mode again. After working several times and renewing my contract, I finally got the chance to leave.

─Don’t look at me like that. Because I suck too.

“That bastard really…”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the demon taking out his anger on the meister. Are you asking me to come back now?

“….”

…shit. Just look at it one more time.

As I watched Faust crouching down and observing the devil, I wondered if I could endure it again. If he takes longer than this, I won’t pay attention to him. It is that kind of heart that is engraved with patience and benevolence.

* * *

“What is the punishment?”

Meanwhile, Meister narrowed his eyes as he looked at the demon knight who was making a fucking statement in front of him.

Although it hasn’t been that long since I saw it, I know very well that the devil knights are not the group that speaks like that.

[How can this happen? Old magic, how can this happen? How could such a bodyless bastard…]

“What are you?”

[Don’t urge me, Gretchen. Do you think I have more options now?]

“….”

[It’s miserable. It’s so miserable. Why am I like this….]

Should I kill this? The meister thought for a moment as he looked at the being who only spoke to himself, not knowing whether it was a demon knight or a demon.

“…Meister.”

However, fortunately for some, that idea was not put into practice. This is because the other person’s red eyes have faded.

Meister instinctively realized that the owner of those eyes was someone I knew.

“why.”

“…I am trying to regenerate my body by borrowing the power of the devil.”

“Is this like the bet you made before?”

“…well. Rather than making a bet… it would be closer to the two sides’ wishes matching and temporarily joining forces.”

“Why aren’t you doing it?”

At his question, the demon knight slowly exhaled. The speech that continues slowly, syllable by syllable, as if this situation is difficult, is somewhat comical, but still understandable.

“…Even if it’s temporary, it’s strange to join hands with the devil in front of a priest.”

but. From what I heard, it seemed like in the beginning he said he was a devil and had to be killed, but in front of him, he joined hands with the devil and started talking about it.

The meister immediately understood the demon knight’s excuse.

“Then that thing that just popped out was the devil.”

“…okay.”

“good. “I don’t care, so just do it yourself.”

“Then go away. “I’m caught up.”

He further retreated before the curtain of divine power. Soon the devil knight’s gray eyes turned red again, and white slime came up through the cracks in the stones on the floor.

Slurp.

The white slime swirled on the floor like a Moskstraumen and created a black hole in the center.

Tuk. Soon, two elongated shadows protruded from between the holes. It was a white sword and an ordinary long sword.

“That…”

Among them, the pure white sword was easy to recognize. It was natural since it was a sword he sharpened himself.

That is a masterpiece created by using the bones of Lake Biryu as a foundation and using various magic.

“Why do you have that on you?”

I know that Green Ears once carried those two bags. However, since I fainted in Bemurchen and woke up without it, I thought I might have lost it in that incident… I had no idea it would pop up here.

The meister’s eyes blinked.

[Old magic.]

Unfortunately, there was no one here who could answer his questions. The devil left him alone and mumbled a spell.

[The ultimate law, the balance of the universe, a just exchange.]

Then the two long swords began to crumble into powder as if disintegrating. There was nothing to think about. That was clearly the adult’s doing.

“Fuck.”

How hard was it to make that!

The Meister swore several times as he watched his masterpiece melt into thin air.