The Evil God Beyond the Smartphone

＜ 69 : White Paladin (3) ＞

dark dreams.

A slow fantasy unfolds in his head as he crosses the border between reality and fantasy.

In my blurry vision, I looked at the girl’s face the second time I met him.

A girl with dark hair holding a parasol.

A girl with a mysterious aura was the one who appeared in my dream last time.

Estelle, who faced me, greeted me with a smile.

“It’s the second time we’ve met.”

“Yes.”

In an empty alley where there is nothing, only the two of me and Estelle remain.

It was like the last dream.

If this is a lucid dream as it was then, it would be possible to create things as it was then.

I looked in front of my eyes, imagining the table in my head.

Then, between me and Estelle, a table just as they had imagined appeared.

“how have you been?”

Estelle sat across from the table and asked a question to me.

It was a simple question to say hello.

I sat down in the chair in front of me and answered her question.

“How have you been? Well, in moderation…”

“I see.”

“But didn’t you have to win the game to get the question out?”

As I listened to Estelle’s story, a previous dream flashed through my mind.

Last time I had to play poker to hear Estelle’s name.

In the end, though, I won by manipulating the hand.

Estelle shrugged slightly at my question.

Then he lowered the parasol that was making the shade and looked at me and talked.

“That’s only for questions worth asking.”

“Is it worth the simple name question?”

“You think a name isn’t worth it?”

“Um… from hearing that, it seems like an important question.”

What is the value of a person’s name?

It was certainly difficult to ask such a question.

I think there is no weight in giving a name, but the value of the name itself cannot be denied.

Isn’t it the names and roles of each other that form the relationship between people?

In that sense, Estelle’s argument that the name deserves enough made sense.

Estelle added a little more story to the back as if to support her claim.

“That’s a question well worth it. Few people know my name.”

Not many people know Estelle’s name.

That was her story.

Haha, who knows the name of the person in my dreams.

At the very least, that’s all I know.

I don’t know if it’s worth it though.

“That’s right.”

“yes.”

“It looks like you have to play a game to ask this again.”

“of course.”

You have to play a game to ask questions.

That was the rule of Estelle in her dreams.

For questions that did not conform to the rules, Estelle did not give me an answer.

If it was a dream, I would have enough time, there was no reason why I couldn’t comply with her request.

I asked Estelle, banging on the table.

“So, what game do you want to play this time?”

“Isn’t it fair to let you decide the level of the game?”

“…do you think you can win?”

“I’m pretty good at games.”

Be confident in the game too.

Listening to Estelle, I felt like I shouldn’t be playing a game where skill was important.

Contrary to her, I wasn’t very good at the game.

It’s my favorite game, I just spend a lot of time playing it.

As I was making eye contact with Estelle, several games flashed through my mind.

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Most of them were games of luck.

“Okay. Let’s go to a simple game.”

If it’s a game about luck, you won’t be pushed because of your skills.

You lose because you’re unlucky, but it can’t be helped.

Estelle, who heard my words, looked at me with leaning eyes and said.

“What kind of game is it?”

“Toss a coin.”

“It’s literally a simple game.”

“It’s good because it’s simple. I only need this one.”

A silver coin appeared on a finger outstretched in the air.

It was a coin with markings on the front and back.

Having made the coin, I put it on the floor and said to Estelle.

“Which way are you going?”

It was a story about telling her to choose either the front or the back.

Estelle, who picked up the coin, looked at it for a moment.

She lightly tossed the coin in her hand and snatched it, then handed it to me.

“The back.”

“Are you going to do it backwards?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it backwards.”

“Then if it comes up heads, I’ll win.”

Estelle is the back. I decided to face up.

If you toss a coin and it comes up heads, you win.

Now that the bets are over, it’s time to toss the coin.

I placed the coin I received from Estelle on my finger.

Then he tossed the coin up with his finger, and placed the falling coin on the back of his hand and covered it.

tuk.

Estelle looked at the covered coin and opened her mouth.

“I won.”

“How do you know without seeing?”

“Because I’m the lucky one.”

At Estelle’s words, I put my hand that covered the coin slightly to the side.

On the back of his hand, he could see a coin covered in shadow.

As Estelle said, the coin that appeared where she had removed her hand was showing the reverse side.

I was defeated in a single toss game of a coin.

“…it was real.”

“Did I win?”

“Okay. If you have any questions you want to ask, feel free to ask.”

I grabbed the coin I was holding in the palm of my hand and said as I leaned back on the chair.

It was as simple as answering the questions as promised.

Even if it were a question, I didn’t even think that it would be a great story.

As soon as I surrendered after losing the match, jet-black eyes lit up my face.

“Then do you want to ask a question?”

“okay.”

“Do you like bad things?”

The question raised by Estelle, who won the match, was a short and simple question.

Do you like bad things?

It was a philosophical question that I would have heard only in my moral class when I was in school.

As it is a dream, there is no need to hide the answer.

It was just a matter of telling the truth.

I told her the thoughts that came to my mind.

“Sometimes?”

“sometimes?”

“Still, I don’t like to do things that are too harsh, though.”

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My personality is just mediocre.

Sometimes moral, sometimes eloquent, and sometimes ill-willed.

He was just an ordinary human.

Estelle, who heard my answer, said with a smile and nodded her head.

“That’s right. I like bad things.”

“Yeah. It’s your taste, maybe that’s it.”

What does the taste of the person you meet in your dream matter?

I moderately agreed with her words.

I thought that Estelle in front of me could make such a joke.

“So I’m still doing it.”

“……What?”

If it wasn’t for the last word I heard.

With those last words full of doubts, I woke up from my dream.

Summer sky with an open window.

Under the unfamiliar scenery where the cicada’s cries echoed, he took a rough breath and raised his upper body.

When I woke up, cold sweat was running down my forehead.

“ah…….”

Breathing in, I looked at my palms wet with sweat.

It is a dream full of reality.

Only the palm that was not clasped proved that it was a dream.

* * * * * *

It was at dusk when Serena, who was moving along the road, being alert to the surroundings, found the mercenary.

She had found a mercenary corps resting at the end of the road after she had escaped the difficult slope.

They all had a strong physique, and they sat down on the road and ate jerky.

Except for the wizard who embraced the staff, they all looked like seasoned mercenaries.

And at the end of the group of mercenaries sat a man with a familiar face.

Guilford Plow.

It was the form of a mercenary that Serena was familiar with in the revelation.

“you are…….”

Serena, passing by the road, stopped and looked at Guilford.

The mercenary in front of him was a very familiar figure to Serena.

As it should be, she continues to travel in search of him.

The Ascalon that she wore around her waist was a proof that her eyes were not wrong.

As Serena and Rihanna stopped in their seats, Guilford, who was eating jerky, raised her head and looked at her.

The cheerful face of the mercenary with his head raised was a testament to his personality.

“What’s going on?”

“……”

Serena and Guilford’s eyes met.

A hero who ran away from the temple.

And the saint who was looking for such a hero.

The strange meeting between the two took place here.

As Serena was looking at him, contemplating what to say, Garp, who was eating potatoes, interrupted and said,

“Your lady! Our leader is a little popular! It’d be better to try again when you’re a little bigger!”

Serena and Guilford’s eyes turned to Garp at the same time as Garp was holding the potato.

Lian, who was standing behind Serena, was also stimulated by Garp’s voice.

Rihanna flapped her cloak in fear of hearing Garp’s story and stepped out in front of Serena.

Then, holding the white holy sword tied to his waist, he said to Garp.

“Shut up, mercenary. How dare you be rude in front of whom?”

“…what did you say now?”

“I would have told you to shut up. You’re not the one to hear that.”

Rihanna’s cold eyes looked at Garp.

Hearing Lian’s warning, Garp got up with an ax lying nearby.

The potato he was holding in his hand looked like he had shoved it all into his mouth in an instant.

Garp got up with the axe in his hand and walked towards Lian while dragging the axe in his hand.

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As Garp with an ax stood in front of Rian, Rian and Garp’s eyes collided in the air.

Serena, who was behind Rihanna, sighed and looked at the two of them.

“You look like a knight, do you think your head will be fine even after being hit with an axe?”

“Even your tone of voice is shallow. It’s a look that goes well with the profession of a mercenary.”

“It seems that our knight’s head is badly damaged! I’ll have to fix it myself with an axe!”

Fierce gazes pass between Rihanna and Garp.

A large vein swelled up on Garp’s forearm, holding the axe.

knights and mercenaries.

Two beings who did not get along with each other stared at each other with murderous intent.

Seeing Rian trying to pull out the holy sword, Serena spoke with concern.

“Solve it at a reasonable level.”

“All right.”

When he comes to take the hero, the problem only gets bigger when he kills his comrades.

It was a story about to induce the situation at an appropriate level with the sword drawn.

Receiving Serena’s warning, Rihanna nodded.

Sreung.

With a sharp fricative sound, a white holy sword appeared from Rian’s waist.

The moment when the holy sword shining in pure white light appeared.

Garp, who was facing him, first wielded his axe.

“Don’t split your head in two!”

Easy profit——!

Garp’s heavy cleaver pierced the wind and flew towards Rian.

The ax that rushes with the porosity.

Rian caught the ax being swung towards him and moved.

Kaga!

The white holy sword stretched forward, and Garp’s ax flowed sideways.

Garp’s eyes widened at the sight of the ax twisted into a strange orbit.

“…!”

The ax was disorganized and Garp showed a gap.

Aiming for that gap, Rihanna’s holy sword moved.

pooh.

A white holy sword pierced Garp’s shoulder with an axe.

The holy sword was locked in, and Garp’s face was dyed with a look of embarrassment.

“Your skills are also shallow.”

Lian pulled out the holy sword that was stabbed in his shoulder and immediately took a step back and said.

Blood gushed from the spot where the holy sword was pulled out.

Garp squealed as the blood gushed from his shoulder and covered the wound.

Tuoung!

A heavy ax fell from Garp’s hand and fell on the floor.

“Aww…!”

“Are you prepared to take responsibility for tarnishing the lady’s honor?”

The battle was over in an instant.

With the skills of a single mercenary, it was difficult to confront the deputy commander of the Holy Knights.

In order to take the winner’s right, Rihann pointed the sword at Garp’s neck, who had missed the axe.

Seeing the sight of the holy sword flashing in front of him, Garp bit his lip and looked at it.

There was always only one price to lose in a duel against a knight who spoke of honor.

Lian glanced at Guilford and moved his holy sword to strike Garp’s neck.

Guilford, who was watching the two of them fight, shouted in a loud voice.

“stop!”

A loud voice resounded, and people’s attention turned to Guilford this time.

Guilford threw away the jerky he was eating, and stepped forward with an unarmed hand.

Guildford’s eyes moved forward and stared at Rihanna.

Receiving Guilford’s gaze, Rihan snorted and talked to him.

“Is there any reason I should?”

“…Gaff’s rudeness makes me apologize.”

Having said that, Guilford bowed his head toward Serena.

As much as Rihanna claimed for Serena’s honor, he directly apologized to her, the party involved.

However, Lian didn’t care about Guilford’s attitude, and brought the sword he was holding to Garp’s skin.

Where the sword touched, blood began to flow along with a solid line.

“Apologize? That’s the only life this guy has.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Let’s have a duel with this guy.”

“duel……?”

duel.

Guildford looked bewildered whether it was an unexpected story.

And that was their goal.

It’s meant to make things bigger and reduce Guilford’s options.

Rihan tapped Garp on the shoulder with the holy sword, and brought out the proposal he had prepared for Guilford.

“If you fight me and you win, I will spare this guy without any conditions.”

“You mean to kill the ground Garp?”

“If you do not accept the conditions.”

“What conditions?”

If you win, you can save Garp.

However, there is a way to save Garp even if he loses.

At the very good suggestion, Guilford looked at Rihanna’s sword with questionable eyes.

To such a Guilford, Rihanna talked about his condition.

“If you lose the duel, return to the Holy Land calmly. The hero of abundance, Guilford Floud.”