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

Episode 310: Tell Me (4)

Günther suppressed his gaze that continued to return to the Demon Station. I knew that if I stared there, I wouldn’t be able to see the person I wanted.

“What is the situation in your residential district?”

Instead, he focused on what he had to do. Anyway, it wasn’t just the castle walls that were causing an uproar.

“A little over fifty people were caught eating human flesh, and eleven people were caught raiding food warehouses or wells.”

As expected, a report came back that there were over 50 people going crazy with hunger and thirst.

It wasn’t unexpected. Even hardened soldiers went crazy under the curse and bit their comrades or ate themselves, so why would civilians do that?

“The number doesn’t matter. “Tell me the quarantine status.”

It’s just that they ate people, themselves, or whatever they ate. That cannot be the center of this difficult problem. There were too many other controversies to pay attention to and expose their individual sins.

“As you commanded, we suppressed those who were found and gathered them in the clock tower plaza. “In the process, five people resisted and three were killed.”

“What about those with the plague?”

“Bodies are being burned as often as they are found, and quarantine of residents is also in progress. However, there are soldiers who are hesitant about contracting the disease, and residents are reluctant to admit that they are infected… so we are experiencing difficulties in our work.”

“Soldiers who become infected while working will be given top priority treatment, so don’t be afraid and order them to work. Also, isolate residents who resist or try to hide their illness at all costs. If you do not cooperate, we authorize you to kill even if the condition is mild.”

However, at that point, Günter was swept away by a strange feeling. I felt like I was watching myself as a third party, as if I was not myself.

“…You mean even mild symptoms?”

“If an infected person enters a purified area, it becomes an infected area again. Even those who have barely been cured can become infected again. Rather than watch that happen, it is better to kill one to alert the hundred.”

Of course, watching may be an exaggeration. Because all the scenes he sees and hears are unfolding through his body.

Every time a word came out of my mouth, the world became blurred and turned into a sepia color. He didn’t even know if he was doing it right or if this was the right decision.

“…All right. However, some residents who were crazy with hunger and thirst but cooperated with the quarantine after the curse was lifted begged to be divided into quarantine areas with the plague patients. Patients with mild symptoms have also requested to be divided into separate areas from patients with severe symptoms. “How should we deal with this?”

“Reject.”

The silence preceding the commander’s report is annoying. However, Günther barely looked away and recited his thoughts. ‘He who leads must always be confident. If the top shakes, the bottom also collapses.’ The teachings that only made him want to raise his middle finger when he heard them have supported him to where he is today.

“The quarantine we are currently conducting is for healthy residents who are severely and mildly insane. It is not my intention to divide it into these four categories. “It is about distinguishing between the healthy and unhealthy people and prioritizing protection and treatment.”

No, is it Jijiji? Isn’t it manipulation?

He clenched his knees in front of the fading world. This was possible because he was unable to stand with his broken legs and had to sit on a pile of collapsed stones.

Legs that do not feel pain due to the injection of precious painkillers seem to have an endless flow of lye. It was lye that made him no longer human.

“What about high-level human resources such as engineers, intellectuals, and wizards?”

“As soon as we secure it, we are moving it to the temple ward.”

“…okay.”

If this goes all the way to his head, will he become a person like the former Lord of Seongju? Günter eventually turned his gaze to the outside of the magic station.

“…what about the animal problem?”

“We burn every rat we find, and even kill a cat if it has red eyes. “There were a few soldiers who almost got bitten in the process, but no one was hurt yet.”

“…livestock.”

“As you ordered, the livestock in the pens are kept alive, but those that have escaped from the pens are either killed after confirming their violence or are guided to empty pens nearby.”

“Is there a lot of damage to horses and cattle?”

“I think there will be some damage to horses and cattle on the private sector. However, in the case of war horses, there is no significant damage except for one horse that is injured while running wild alone in its cage. “In the case of unicorn bloodlines, the curse does not work, so they are in a healthier state.”

Of course, the person I wanted to see was barely visible as a black silhouette due to the distance. The color difference was not noticeable, but if it had been a little further away, it would have looked like a dot, which was disappointing.

“Okay…”

Still, it would have been better if it had been a little closer. If the fireworks were lit with messy brown hair, it would also help boost the morale of soldiers who know nothing.

“Once the quarantine is more than halfway done, the purification area will be expanded. “Notify the soldiers of this and report immediately if anything unusual occurs.”

“yes.”

Even if you know something, it will definitely provide comfort to those who want to believe that Sir Amber is back.

“…Before you go, please say one last thing to Lord Sapphire.”

Günther thought of the wizard whose air was as soft as an autumn wheat field.

I also remembered the swordsman who blocked the cyan-colored traitor and raised the amber-colored torch toward the great evil.

I couldn’t be sure because the situation was urgent and blood was rampant, but I also remembered an unknown person who seemed to be related to the warrior whose hair color seemed to have changed.

“Ask the quick-witted messenger to bring blankets and water and send them to me.”

Which one is the truth? Of all the things he has seen, which one most closely matches his essence?

“Oh, if you want to drink water, I will….”

“These are not for me.”

“then…?”

Günter thought about it a couple of times and came to a conclusion.

“Not only has the biggest threat been eliminated, but it is also for the heroes who still remain out there to prepare for any danger that may arise.”

Whichever is true is probably good. No matter what conflicting thoughts he had, it would not obscure the grace he gave.

* * *

[Someone is coming.]

“…?”

Would I have found the transience of life with my head buried in the ground? Anger, who was sitting on the bike, tapped me with his foot.

“Don’t kick it.”

How does this work in the first place? I looked up, remembering this as a question to ask later. There was definitely someone coming from the direction of the castle wall.

It was a person holding something in his arms, whose face could not be seen because he was wearing a cape.

“hmm.”

However, no matter what the other person’s identity is, you cannot welcome them with their head down on the ground. I got up and dusted myself off.

“go away.”

[How rude.]

Then, naturally, I kicked the anger out of the bike and sat on it instead. Weeing. It’s not like I’m trying to make a fuss now, but the tactless bugs around me have brought a new sense of discomfort.

In the end, I blew out a small magic spear that caught my eye and turned them all into grilled skewers. Rustle. The opponent slowly came into sight.

“…Dev?”

However, the person who appeared was a bit surprising. No, it’s really surprising because that’s not the case, but he was a person I hadn’t thought about anyway.

As the other person got closer, my feelings gradually became more complicated. Even though all I could think about was the twisted relationship between us and how to solve it.

Just like the relationship between Faust and me, our beginning was so twisted and twisted with lies and misunderstandings that it took my breath away just looking at it.

“…lily.”

Can this relationship ever get better? Is it possible to turn back a relationship that has been broken and broken due to each person’s beliefs and circumstances?

“I’m looking for someone to give him water and blankets.”

When I saw this person who had stopped after eight steps, I moved my silent mouth into a more definite position.

“There’s not much I can do anyway—”

“I’m sorry.”

I don’t want our relationship to return to its proper form. Because that must be greed.

“I know this apology is too late. “Still, I’m sorry.”

However… I hope that even if we end up breaking up like this, we can at least resolve some of the things that are stuck together.

If the core remains, it becomes difficult for a person to move forward.

“…what are you sorry about?”

Eight steps. The person who stopped at a distance that was close but out of reach blinked and turned his eyes to moisture.

“It was our fault, so why are you sorry?…”

Every time the dark green eyes shed white light, a few drops of rain fell in the desert. Wow. My legs, which were almost moving reflexively, wiggled my toes inside my military boots.

“Are you okay with your injuries?”

“…okay.”

“really?”

“Everything is better.”

I was conflicted as to whether I should show that I was fine by pulling up my clothes or endure it. Considering the excuse of using Meister as a starting point, it’s not like it can’t be done, but it’s also because we don’t know whether Deathbringer has heard of the fact or not.

If I don’t know, I could be the only one misunderstood.

“So… you’ve regained your memories too?”

Oh, I guess I heard you because you were talking about memories.

I bit my lip slightly, feeling a little relieved and a little bit stronger from the blow of conscience.

“To the devil… your family no longer has the memories of their loved ones dying… is that right?”

That’s not it. Actually, my memory is fine… I’m fine, but I made that excuse because I didn’t want to be caught out…. I’m really fine…

I think my conscience was pricked so badly that I even felt like crying. I was once again tormented by pure worry. It was even more so when I thought about Faust, who was listening to this controversy.

There’s something about Faust’s self-interest in making that excuse… But isn’t it too cruel to constantly mention the death of a family member?

“okay.”

I nodded heavily, pledging to ask them to refrain from making such comments if I were to continue to hang out with them in the future.

I’m crying. For some reason, Deathbringer’s eyes turned red again. The falling teardrops are getting thicker.

“…Why are you crying?”

It’s true that it’s a situation that makes you cry if you get too immersed in it, but I didn’t expect you to really cry. Was I really that meaningful to him? Have I made the same mistake of underestimating the Deathbringer’s emotions as I did with the Inquisitor?

“Are you asking that?”

“…I mean, that’s it.”

The Deathbringer looked at me sharply, even though his tears were falling. I had nothing to say. The person who clearly made a mistake here was me.

“…I just didn’t think you would believe me.”

No, still. If I were to make an excuse, I didn’t think you would believe me right away? As I said before, there is no proper evidence, and in my view, there is a lot of room for it to be seen as a deception by the devil.

Considering the sincerity they showed toward my concept, honestly, the possibility of it being the latter was very high. It’s not for nothing that I targeted the Meister first.

The Meister who was most distant from me had a lot of room to persuade, but it was difficult to persuade those who followed me emotionally.

Because I know the concept article so well, I tend to criticize anything that deviates from it as heresy.

This is also the biggest disadvantage of a fixer who blindly trusts only the early cache.

“There is a lot of room for doubt…”

“Are you kidding?!”

But as soon as I said that, Deathbringer screamed. You said it wrong. I immediately realized my mistake. It was just a pity that it couldn’t be withdrawn.

“I knew you had a problem with your memory a long time ago…!”

“…a long time ago?”

However, if you listen to Deathbringer’s remarks, there is something that is a little disturbing. I blinked at the tone of voice that suggested I already knew.

Maybe you know something I don’t know? Is that so?

The feeling of walking a tightrope between anxiety and anticipation hit me.

“…Did you know?”

But what do you know? Do you even know that I am making a concept? That really doesn’t work.

“…I was just guessing. There’s no way a person with a healthy memory would buy a document that summarizes his past.”

My feelings, which had been closer to anxiety, cleared up with one continuous word.

Oh, about that?