The Regressor and the Blind Saint

Balak opened his eyes with a throbbing pain throughout his body.

The first thing he saw was a familiar ceiling, his own tent roof.

Next, as I rolled my eyes, what I saw was none other than the dark-haired human who had been fighting until just before, and a group of other humans who seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Balak jumped to his feet.

The tent wobbled as the huge giant moved.

At the moment when the group’s body felt tense at that sign, Ballack laughed loudly and shouted.

“Strong! It was fun! Let’s do it again!”

The sound of the whole tent rattling.

An impression was drawn over Vera’s face, and Renee and Aisha covered their ears.

Balak’s eyes narrowed. Balak said to Vera again, not answering, just puzzled at the little mortals who were babbling.

“yes?! Let’s do it again! It was so much fun!”

“… Calm down.”

Vera answered and placed a hand on Balak’s shoulder as he was about to get up, then pressed him down.

thud-!

Balak’s body, which had stood up halfway, fell again.

My body fell so strongly that I thought my knee might have been broken. However, in the midst of all that, there was a big smile on Balak’s face.

“ah! It’s a hard fight! good night!”

Balak placed a hand the size of a cauldron over Vera’s shoulder, then pressed it down.

“Tt… .”

Vera didn’t even move. No matter how big the difference in weight between an Orc and a Human, Vera, who had reached the height of a superman, did not have any problem with that.

What’s more, Ballack wasn’t injured right now.

Vera pumped more force into his hands, squeezing the shoulder blades to keep Ballak from going wild.

‘You can grind a little.’

First of all, calm down.

As a psychopath who thinks about fighting as soon as he opens his eyes, it would be quicker to lay him down and explain step by step. Recovery is something you can ask Renee afterward.

After finishing his thoughts, Vera got up, and then Balak’s body collapsed with a bloody ‘popping’ sound.

*

Ballack grinned and nodded, twisting his body to the point of being unable to move.

“Consciousness! Proof of speculation! good night! This Balak allows it!”

It was such a cool permission that an absurd look was clearly visible on the faces of the party.

In addition, only Vera was the expected reaction.

Ballak was a quick-tempered orc who started fighting as soon as he met him, so the judgment that he would not be eaten by listening to it for a long time was effective.

Meanwhile, Miller stepped forward.

I asked the question with a gloomy face, whether it was regrettable that I could not explain the numerous negotiation books and details that I had prepared.

“your majesty?”

“I am not the king of men! Call me Balak!”

“ah… Yes, what, then, Mr. Ballack?”

“Tell me!”

“I would like to ask about the exact contents of the ceremony or how to enter. Isn’t the cradle of the dead a place you can go to just wanting to go?”

It was a question that Miller had to ask. Isn’t it a person who explores witchcraft and history, or maybe it’s a moment when a way to enter and exit the cradle of the dead, which was previously considered forbidden, may be revealed.

A glimmer of anticipation, however, was handed to Ballack’s answer to shatter Miller’s expectations.

“Just go! If you prove your speculation, you can come out!”

“… Yes?”

“Cradle respects the warrior! If we become warriors, we go to the paradise of struggle! The king of the dead cannot take us away!”

Unfamiliar words, and logic that doesn’t even sound like words.

Miller felt a sense of déjà vu, and turned his gaze in the direction of Marek, one of the twins.

‘This is something… .’

Isn’t that a similar logic development? This logic is a syllogism that is not even funny. Isn’t that what that person did?

When Miller narrowed his eyes and began to stare at Marek, Marek said to Miller with a dumbfounded face.

“Professor, it’s difficult to stare at you like that. I hate male Marek.”

“Is this kid?”

“Both of you calm down… .”

In the atmosphere that seemed to start a fight, I felt a tingling sensation in the stomach again and dried the two of them.

Ballak saw the two little humans starting to make different noises, then turned his gaze back to Vera and shouted.

“Strong! Then go tomorrow! Prove your speculation!”

“… Tomorrow?”

“A fighter does not run away! Do not procrastinate!”

Dumpling-.

Balak forcibly lifted his twisted body, puffing out his chest and exclaiming.

It was so loud that it could not be compared with before, and it was enough to make the whole village resound.

“Tomorrow is a ritual! Today is a festival!”

The expression on Vera’s face disappeared.

‘Are you sick?’

That thought hadn’t left my mind.

*

A village in Balak where about twenty orcs live. The party talked while watching the orcs preparing for the festival in one corner.

It was Miller who opened his mouth mainly.

“It’s going a little rush, but it’s not bad. There’s nothing to gain by staying here long. I also thought about it, don’t you know the ‘paradise of struggle’ that Ballack was talking about? I guess that’s the keyword.”

It was a word to describe what he could think of only after he had cooled his head.

“The king of the dead is probably referring to Maleus, and the fact that he cannot take him to the paradise of struggle can be seen in a religious sense. Or maybe Maleus is taking care of the orcs.”

As Miller continued to speak, twisting his body back and forth, the trinkets creaked.

“Whatever it is, it seems clear that by following the rituals of the orcs, you can find a safe way out of the cradle of the dead. Well, it would be nice if it was a magical action.”

That’s what he said with a smile on his face in the end.

For now, it would be better to follow what the orcs do.

Renee nodded at Miller’s words, then looked at Vera and asked.

“Vera, can we prepare something?”

“There doesn’t seem to be anything else to do. If I had to look for it, it would be better to get a good rest today as there is no time to rest in my schedule.”

“Um, did you say festival?”

“Yes, I am grooming animals in the middle of the village. I see about a dozen or so… There’s also alcohol. Perhaps this festival is also a kind of ceremony, I think.”

“alcohol… .”

Rene licked her lips involuntarily at the word alcohol.

It made Vera’s pupils tremble as if there had been an earthquake.

“… Lady?”

“yes? why?”

Renee tilted her head with an innocent face.

‘You don’t know what you just did.’

Vera felt a tinge of worry in his heart as he watched René react unconsciously to the word alcohol. I also thought of that.

‘It must be stopped.’

Such a strange conviction was emerging that, no matter what, he had to prevent alcohol from entering Renee’s mouth.

Vera realized the taste of alcohol and did not want to see René, who was drunk on a fictional day, even if he died.

*

It is time for the sunset to burn the world red.

Early evening on the Gainex plain, where there are only fields.

Vera continued to explain to Renee, scanning the scene unfolding before his eyes.

“It looks like the preparations for the festival are over. The orcs are starting to take their seats one by one. Maybe you should get your food from over there. Could you please wait? I’ll even take the saint’s share.”

“Please.”

“Yes, then for a moment.”

Vera got up and headed towards the center of the village. The orc, who was distributing the cooked beast to his people, saw Vera approaching, smiled brightly, ripped off the leg of a beast the size of his own body, and handed it to him, saying:

“Strong! I’m happy to share the fighter’s ceremony with you! I’m counting on you!”

Vera handed the bridge over and looked at the orc’s face.

The bruise on the right eyelid, which was swollen and swollen, was something he had made during the day.

“… Are your eyes okay?”

“It’s not even hurt! A fighter doesn’t hurt like this!”

Vera burst into laughter at the reply.

“That’s great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I thought of a race that could be said to be arrogant or stupid.

Isn’t that right, they came suddenly and beat them up, and even though the king was so upset, there were no wrinkles on their faces.

They’re just chattering with a face that they’re all cool, so they’re getting more and more happy with that naughty thing.

‘Do not count.’

Just express your feelings.

At the same time, there was something Vera had to learn at the same time.

Vera’s gaze turned to Balak, who was eating a whole beast in the distance. Then I thought

The use of the will he showed may have come from such a non-counting attitude.

‘perhaps… .’

Everything might have been connected.

The older brother and intentions that Bargo spoke of, the words Theresa said to know how to become a child, and the light of René whom she met at the end of the last episode.

A desire not to do other calculations may be the basis for this.

As he walked towards Renee, Vera had been in that thought for a long time.

*

“It’s Vera.”

Aisha’s words.

At it, Renee and Vera’s heads turned to Aisha at the same time.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Didn’t you call me?”

“… What?”

“there! His name is Vera!”

Aisha’s fingertips pointed towards the bottle the twins and Miller were drinking.

Vera could only understand Aisha’s meaning after seeing it.

Because Vera had a bottle that was quite familiar to him.

Cheap rum Vera.

The liquor that became the origin of his name was there.

“Vera? What is Aisha talking about?”

Vera was moved with emotion, but at Renee’s words, he came to his senses and came up with an answer.

“Ah, you are saying that the name of the drink the twins and the professor are drinking is Vera. That’s amazing. It’s usually a liquor that is only circulated within the empire, but it’s come to this kind of land.”

“They say it was stolen.”

Hela, who was approaching Vera’s words, answered.

Hela sat down next to Renee and continued speaking while holding ‘Vera’ in her hand.

“I have heard the story. It’s something smugglers get by raiding the plains once in a while.”

Renee said with twinkling eyes that could not be seen at Hela’s words.

“Can I eat it too?”

An embarrassment crept across Vera’s face.

“… Yes?”

Have you been tempted by the word alcohol?

The moment when he was about to say no to Vera in a sudden sense of crisis, Hela handed Renee ‘Vera’ one step faster than that.

“I am here.”

Vera’s gaze was fixed on Hela. Hela ignored it and left, praising herself.

‘I did one thing.’

Hela realized. I have been silently by Renée’s side, but I know that just doing mechanical work doesn’t fit the thesis of ‘serving’.

Like Annie, once in a while, you have to go ahead and get things done in order to be favored.

Hela clenched her fists and waved them up and down slightly.

Vera chuckled and looked back at him, then turned his gaze to Renee and said:

It was the word for drinking.

“Lady, I guess alcohol is… .”

“Can you get rid of drunkenness?”

The answer returned is a natural refusal.

Renee shook the bottle with a smile on her face.

“Why are you coming here to dry yourself again?”

Vera could not find an answer.

Renee grinned at Vera’s demeanor, clearly feeling bewildered, and took the bottle.

Renee, too, already knew that this drink and Vera’s name were related for the same reason.

The reason why there was definitely something about it in the past that Orgus projected.

So I had an idea.

I wished that Vera would not hate the fact that his name was tied to this drink, and he wanted to be able to love his name as he was.

In addition, it was a heart with a little bit of playfulness.

Rene put the bottle to her lips and took an amount that was enough to swallow at once.

A bitter, unrefined, crude scent.

He rolled his tongue for a moment, savored it, and then swallowed it.

‘Certainly.’

It seems to be a pretty strong drink.

Although he doesn’t have much experience in drinking, Renee could understand that this was something he drank to get drunk.

“Lady… .”

Vera’s worried voice rang in his ears.

Renee put a small smile on it and spoke.

“Vera is delicious.”

Vera’s body hardened at the ambiguous remarks that were added to his heart for Vera and a bit of playfulness.

His face started to turn red.

Vera’s expression darkened.

“… That kind of joke is difficult.”

“What? It’s just that the drinks are delicious.”

“… .”

Renee giggled.

Vera just stared at Renee.

Aisha, who was shaking the legs of the beast, applauded the scene.