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

Episode 397 One person (3)

“I’ve always wondered, is it true that I can’t use the name written on the contract?”

I asked, looking at the clown who was collecting the contract. After signing the contract, the clown doesn’t react even when looking at the contract with the name written on it, as if he can’t take it away even if he knows the name.

He says he can’t see the name because he forgot it from his memory now, but he must have seen the name at the time.

[I guess you don’t know much about contracts.]

“I learned only through practice, without theory.”

The clown laughed at my remark. It seemed like my self-deprecating words really appealed to his sense of humor.

[Well, the moment your name is written on the contract, it is protected by an oath. If you knew about it before, it is impossible to take it away after it is written down.]

“I see…”

I guess that’s true as well. Actually, it’s a bit too much to do extra work after seeing what’s written in the contract. I shook my head in response to his words and gave a meaningless nod.

“Why did you make a bet that would only cost you money? According to what you said… it doesn’t seem like you have anything to gain by making this bet.”

[Considering that the essence of betting is entertainment, there is no need for the profit or loss to be right… I would like to say, but actually, I don’t know the answer.]

“…?”

[I am only a remnant of memory, so how can I know the answer? I am not the owner of these memories, but the true me has disappeared into the past.]

That too… That’s right. Since the person I can talk to is a clown, it’s easy to forget… but this isn’t his memory. It’s probably a memory of that son of a bitch who lives with me in my mind.

[Anyway… I think I should go.]

“Yes?”

[Again, I am not the subject of the memory. Naturally, I am not the one you should follow.]

Still, this is a bit embarrassing. I followed the clown’s hand gesture and looked back at the human in the center. The woman standing quietly in the center of the room is just staring at the clown.

Although he is the subject of memory, he is a person who cannot escape the past.

[I hope we meet again.]

“…Yes. See you later.”

So in the end, when will that damn gap appear?

I stared at the woman who did not let go of her venomous gaze until the clown left. Although his face was not visible, his feeling of being overcome by evil was clearly felt as he did not move a single inch in his standing position and his strength was so strong that the veins on the backs of his hands were prominent.

Sweet.

And the moment the clown closed the door to the room and left, her body fell down like a doll whose strings had been cut. Cough! Cough! A glimpse of bloody saliva is seen from the hand that hastily covered the mouth.

“Bill#@$@.”

Where has gone the image of not being afraid in the face of the devil and confidently carrying out a contract? Or is it just that he can barely show his weakness when there are no other people around?

I laid down on the sofa with my chin resting and observed the person like someone watching TV. Objectively, it was a very pitiful sight, but it didn’t bother me as much as I thought. This may be because I am convinced that the result is Mephistopheles.

No matter how pitiful the past may be, there is no reason to feel sorry for a person whose character is poor.

“Cough.”

I watched this person for a long time trying to hide his weakness. Time continued to pass by, with no sign of any intersection or gap in memory and all I could see was a dull sight.

* * *

“Nari, please eat.”

Isn’t the best thing about riding a Sujak being that you can grill something with the Sujak’s fire? In some ways, there is no way to hide the fact that it is rude to Suzaku or that he is comfortable with it.

“lily?”

He knelt down while holding a salmon sandwich that was grilled with the fire of Suzaku – it was baked with the fire of purification, but fortunately it did not contain the power of purification – and he walked on his knees. This was because the person who usually woke up just by calling did not respond today.

“Narii.”

Even when I called out to him and approached him, the adventurer didn’t respond even when he was close to the basket. It was rare for an adventurer to have his eyes widen as soon as he approached within 30cm or stretched out his hand.

“…lily?”

Even now that our relationship has calmed down, most people wake up when I approach them with intention, but today, some kind of wind blew again, so I slept for a long time.

Deathbringer waved his hand in the space in front of the adventurer, unable to hide his curiosity. The adventurer’s eyelids still showed no sign of lifting.

“What are you doing?”

“No, I think Nari was sleeping rather deeply.”

“okay? “It’s a big deal.”

“Let me sleep. “Hasn’t there been a lot of work so far?”

“yes.”

However, he has experienced too much so far to say that he simply sleeps for a long time. They dismissed the demon knight’s nap as a rare occurrence.

The fact that the two priests and Suzaku did not show much of a reaction also greatly influenced their sour reaction. If the curse had touched the adventurer, there was no way those three would be so calm.

“Then the sandwich…”

“I don’t know when I’ll wake up, so leave it.”

“yep.”

Anyway, thanks to the warm heat of Suzaku, there is no need to cool down. Deathbringer put a sandwich into a small basket.

“So, what did you talk about with me this morning?”

He also asked something he was curious about. The Archmage who received the question looked a little embarrassed.

“That’s…”

However, at the end of her embarrassment, she looked determined, like someone who had made up her mind for something. The hair, which spread out in all directions but did not float, was beautifully flowing and swayed a couple of times in the wind.

“Maybe it would be better to tell you guys first.”

“…Master Nari?”

“This is the story of a foolish, arrogant, and selfish sinner. Even though it won’t be in order… maybe even you won’t be able to forgive me. “How can I listen to you?”

At the same time, the hair of those she encountered also fluttered in the air. The passing clouds lightly skimmed their cheeks.

* * *

[I#@ Asmodeus@$^#.]

As the memory progressed, the corps commander appeared.

“I guess I should say he’s more polite than I thought…”

A person whose appearance is quite clear, but most of what he says is not engraved in his memory. Legion Commander Asmodeus.

He was surprisingly a very courteous and polite devil. Just like the clowns under him, at least the way he speaks and behaves is respectful and formal.

[Chi@#%#@@$#$.]

He checked the healed wounds and diseases with a glance, as long as it did not violate etiquette. The doctor who treated the woman was right next to her, so she received a report from him.

[@#%(#@#$@.]

What does this bastard remember properly? I didn’t sit in a muffled voice and wait for something to happen.

The reason for the former is that if a gap appears, it will appear at the most intense moment. I guess it was that kind of judgment, and the latter… I was wondering if something that shouldn’t happen would happen.

[I’m $@(truly% and@#$ suffering@#%@#.]

But I’m really glad. The thing I was worried about didn’t happen. It was because the corps commander left after a few inaudible conversations. It

was the same after that. He only visited occasionally to talk, but had no contact at all. Even humans allowed it. If you didn’t do it, he wouldn’t even let you in.

He treated and respected humans to that extent. Even though he didn’t take off the shackles.

[@@#$%#@# @#What would you do?]

And one day. Always. The person who brought all kinds of trappings and a banquet to win favor spoke up. It felt like it had been a long time since I heard words that weren’t broken down.

[I brought @#!$# %@ not imprisoned$@#$.]

I made sure they couldn’t come and go. It’s not like they’re locked up tightly.

There are shackles, but they’re not chained, so they can go outside as they please. The windows are locked, but the door has never been bolted.

[Walk@# %!@#?],

the reason she didn’t go out was probably because she was afraid of the outside. It was because she was afraid that it might be the devil’s castle, so she heard the howling of animals every now and then and the castle itself shook as if there had been an earthquake.

Of course, I knew Mephisto . Pheles is a person who is truly far from fear, but at least now she is a person who knows fear and understands her own weakness. Even if she did not want to die, she would not have thought about leaving the room.

“…#$%#uh. .”

However, she was a person who knew her way around and at the same time did not miss an opportunity.

For the first time, the person who expressed intense hatred and contempt by destroying household items when the corps commander visited and left showed a limited reaction to him. Looking at the subtle emotions in the corners of his eyes, it looked like he wasn’t feeling well… but it seemed like looking outward was more important than that.

The person who accepted the escort’s arm with trembling hands quietly took a step outside.

“Ah, you’re finally leaving.”

As I have tested over the past time, I cannot escape more than a certain distance from the person who is the subject of the memory. And that certain distance was strictly limited to the room, so even if I wanted to look outside, I couldn’t.

In fact, the only clown with whom I could have a normal conversation seemed to have never visited since then, and he didn’t even show his nose. In the end, they just continued to watch without anyone they could communicate with.

How frustrating that was. Trying to capture all the memories flowing in chronological order without missing a single scene would have been a huge ordeal. So, if only the impressive parts were shown and the rest was not skipped, I would have vomited.

Sigh.

Considering that it isn’t skipped, doesn’t this seem like an impressive memory? I moved the viewpoint while considering the nature of memories that are skipped, continued, or determined according to the subject’s standards.

From the subject’s perspective, it was the first outing in 2 or 3 weeks, and from my perspective, it was the first outing in a day or two.

Quang!

“…!”

“Hell is really red.”

I walked down the hallway of an old-fashioned palace and snooped at the window. Although the scenery was a bit blurry due to unclear memories, it was still recognizable to some extent.

If I were to compare it to a realistic one… would it be roughly a 480 resolution video? Anyway, although the outline is hazy as if it has been rubbed, the overall color and shape can be understood.

“This is why the devils have such vicious tempers…”

I clicked my tongue as I looked at the red rocky earth and the ring-shaped red sun lamp in the black sky.

If you live in this kind of environment, you may develop neurosis that never existed before. It was half joking and half serious.

thud!

Then the scene was cut off and put back together again. A skip of memory. From my perspective, it was no different from skipping. The changed surroundings gave me a bit of a stir.

“Where is this….”

Is it a garden? I looked around at the place where flowers and trees had been planted, albeit crudely. Looking at the wall of the mansion on one side, it really looks like a garden…

Why did they suddenly jump here?

As I was about to become dazed by the situation that I couldn’t understand, I heard the sound of someone falling. The cause was an unknown devil. No, if you count the person who made the sound of falling, he might be the only human in hell.

[#$@#$@.]

The demon that knocked down the human trampled on her legs. Frozen. One more joint was added to my weak leg. It was a joint that could not be moved voluntarily.

“This crazy…”

Fortunately or unfortunately, there was no noticeable violence after that. There was only a series of ‘warnings’ and ‘education’ that were impressive enough to interpret the words sparsely.

[Be polite#$#%.]

The clown’s advice was indeed correct. There were people in this castle who were obsessed with etiquette.

[@#%##@$.]

And when the whole incident was over, Asmodeus, who had gone somewhere but was nowhere to be seen, came back.

He was shocked by the human wounds and immediately called a doctor to treat him. It was a bonus to show actions such as carrying her by hand, nursing her with the utmost care until she recovered, and providing her with an escort.

“You hypocrite.”

“Abominable bastard.”

But this time, I had the same thoughts as the woman.

Could it be that the bastard, the great devil, was unaware of his subordinates’ unexpected actions and left them alone? Even if an escort was provided, there was no sign of punishment. In the end, it is said that all of these events took place with Asmodeus’ tacit permission.

In other words, that bastard…it’s all just a show.

It was a dog.