The Regressor and the Blind Saint

the next morning.

Boo-!

Renee tore the tent out.

The appearance of Renee walking through the torn tent was somewhat reminiscent of a madman.

The white sword in his hand trembled. A smirk hung over his reddened face.

“Aww… !”

From the sound of his cry, he could feel the spirit of a ferocious beast.

Naturally, it was a reaction that came to mind because he remembered all the ugliness he had done the day before.

Renee screamed inwardly, not even thinking of pushing the stomach-turning hangover away.

‘You crazy man!’

Why did you drink so much! Why did you bump into Vera like that?

No, even if you hit it! What is a short tongue sound? Why do you breathe divinity into a bottle?

Renee wanted to cry.

I wanted to make the previous day’s work as if nothing had happened.

Excited with Vera about pointing out Lohan’s behavior, he wanted to rip off his drunken self the day before.

After a long time, Renee shivered from her place, acutely feeling the need for the power to turn back time.

‘How do you look at Vera’s face… .’

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Of course, I can’t see because I’m blind, but isn’t there something tolerant about it?

Renee didn’t have the confidence to put up with such a shame the day before and act shamelessly in front of Vera.

That thought came to mind.

‘… Shall we pretend we don’t know?’

I said to Vera, ‘Ugh, I’m so drunk I can’t remember what happened the day before. What happened?’

And if you pinch Vera’s side a little, won’t Vera noticeably tolerate the previous day’s work?

That was a pretty good idea.

Renee made a decision and hit the floor with a cane, ‘Tak!’ knocked

The divinity that spreads from the tip of the staff covers the village. You can feel the orcs preparing for the ceremony by grooming their weapons. It feels like the twins, Miller, and Norn are in one place. Hela was combing Aisha’s hair, and finally Vera… .

“Lord, did you cough?”

… was behind him.

Renee’s body jumped like a freshly caught fish.

“Damn!”

let out a shrill scream.

In an instant, Renee, who turned around without realizing it, lost his focus, and Vera, who quickly approached him, supported Renee.

“You have to be careful.”

As if it was not a big deal, it was said in a plain tone.

Renee felt a burning sensation in her face and nodded her head. Then he looked into Vera’s eyes.

‘… Mo, are you going to pretend you don’t know?’

Are you going to bury the day before like this?

There is no apparent change in emotion. There is also no sign of trying to say anything.

Renee felt hope starting to settle within.

‘Please, let’s move on like this!’

The day before, nothing had happened!

… The moment the thought came to mind, Vera sighed.

Renee’s body stiffened.

Vera looked at it and opened his mouth.

“Saint, do you have anything to say?”

Vera’s expression of being able to speak was the most severe form he had ever seen.

It’s like saying, ‘I will scold you from now on’.

Renee felt a cold sweat dripping down her cheeks. In the midst of this, the events of the previous day were passing by, and the shame was exploding.

“Oh, what happened yesterday… .”

I tried to lengthen the tail to try to be fluent in the subject, but it didn’t work for Vera.

“This time, you must be really heartbroken. I feel like I’ve been coming too far. I felt deplorable that a person who hadn’t even had a coming-of-age ceremony showed such an injection, and that he didn’t feel any hesitation.”

Vera’s every word began to pierce Renee’s stomach.

It felt as if the dagger of a seasoned assassin flew and pierced me.

Renee crept over to Vera and grabbed his collar and said,

“Well, it’s just because of the atmosphere… .”

A voice that sounds like crawling.

It was something I had done to convey my will to stop because I was too shy, but it didn’t show up well in Vera’s eyes.

Vera stretched out his hand, widening his eyes, thinking that René, who showed no sign of remorse in the midst of this, was somehow disgusting.

He put it on Renee’s left cheek, pinched it and stretched it out.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say.”

This time, it was a word that fully revealed his will not to let go, even doing things he would not normally do.

Renee answered with a face that looked like she was about to cry.

“I’m sorry… .”

It was the answer that came out with the cheeks stretched and crushed.

*

After a storm of nagging swept through Renee, Renee, who had been refurbished with the help of Hela, who was late, arrived in the middle of the village, and Balak began to speak in a loud voice.

“It’s a ceremony day! Are you guys ready?”

A cry wet with speculation.

The orcs answered it by shouting ‘Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!’

Miller murmured in a dying voice, not yet drunk.

“Are you going like that without any preparation? .”

It was an unusual voice.

For Miller, of course.

Going from now on is the second most embarrassing prohibition in the continent in notoriety.

It is the land of the dead, in which there are people who entered without a problem, but no one came out intact.

Is there no magical treatment? At the very least, he doesn’t get the help of primitive magic tricks or mysteries. Are you just smashing it in?

‘How the hell do they get around there?’

As the curiosity grew deeper, even such thoughts began to surface in Miller’s head.

‘Can you live without thinking? Can only fools pass through the cradle of the dead?’

Come to think of it, it was a pretty reasonable guess.

If that were the case, the thought that the twins in the party wouldn’t have to worry about their safety kept coming to mind.

In the meantime, Ballak, who arrived after the speech, said to the party.

“Strong! And the less powerful! Are you ready?”

What floated above Balak’s face was a strong fighting spirit. It was a ferocious expression that looked like it would throw a fist if touched, and it was also a face filled with joy.

Miller felt his body shudder at the sight, and asked Ballack.

“excuse me… ?”

“Something!”

“Well, this is my second question, are you really going in without any preparation? Isn’t it the cradle of the dead? Is there any way to get out of here?”

Miller had a reason to say this, to convince him.

why not Didn’t he tell the party with his own mouth that he could get help from the orcs? Isn’t this a situation that you created yourself?

If anything goes wrong, it is his responsibility, so Miller had to examine the situation more closely than anyone else in the group.

Ballack responded with a big smile as before at Miller’s face as he spoke with a hardened face.

“You just have to go! If you prove your speculation, you can come out!”

It is also the same answer.

Miller’s eyes narrowed.

“How about proof of speculation?”

As it is a repeated word, that word must be the key point, but the question I asked because I didn’t get a good sense of it.

“Compete against the strong dead and male and female! Recognized by that dead man! If you do that, the King of the Dead will close your eyes!”

“ah… !”

Miller’s eyes widened at the answer that followed.

‘I was thinking right!’

How to get out of the cradle of the dead that I first thought of. It was a reaction that came to mind that the assumption that he had to gain access by giving permission to Maleus was correct.

Miller then nodded with satisfaction.

“Thank you for answer.”

“Well!”

Ballak nodded loudly, and his already itchy body shook his head over and over again.

And this time he told Vera.

“ah! Be sure to remember the strong! You must fight the strong dead! The strong must prove themselves by fighting the dead who are as strong as the strong, or stronger than the strong!”

Vera’s question came to mind at the sudden mention of himself.

“Is that what you mean?”

“Yes! Fighting the weak dead can’t prove it! You have to choose your opponent well!”

An undead as strong as himself.

Ironically, that was the first thought that came to Vera’s mind the moment he heard it.

“… Will there be?”

I wondered if there was an undead as strong as myself.

Vera had more than enough grounds for arrogance.

Wasn’t it Vera, who knew his power better than anyone else?

Vera knew. Putting aside the use of willpower, his force was at a level that no one could defeat him unless Bargo responded directly.

If someone like the commander of the demon king’s corps comes, he will struggle, but in the end he wins.

If you fight the ancient species of Maleus directly, you won’t know it again, but the proof that Balak is talking about isn’t going to be that difficult.

A statement made by considering a number of factors.

Ballack laughed out loud at Vera’s confidence, then replied.

“have!”

It was an answer that seemed to crush Vera’s confidence.

“Wraith Knight of Cradle! Only one of them is strong enough… No, he was stronger than the strong in some ways!”

Balak’s smile grew stronger.

“I know because I’ve met you!”

Perhaps he even replayed that moment, showing a fighting spirit close to madness and continued the conversation.

“He is stronger than anyone I have ever met in my life! Balak has not yet defeated the strong man! The sword of the Wraith Knight was so terrifying that Balak! Ballack is sure! Even the strong will struggle if they meet a ghost knight!”

unshakable voice.

Vera’s expression hardened a little at that. It was a reaction that could be called bewilderment or tension.

Balak felt a sense of anticipation rising at the sight.

‘miss you!’

I wanted to see the scene where the ghost knight and the strong man fight.

Seeing it, he had a strange conviction that his speculation would cross the next level.

Ballack thought.

Perhaps his unfinished speculation might be completed in this ceremony.

*

Immediately after the speech, the orcs and the party headed for the cradle without any hesitation.

After an hour of running on horseback to the east, they arrived at the entrance to the cradle.

There were no other signposts, walls, or gates, but no one knew that this was the entrance to the cradle.

That’s because the boundary of the cradle was so blatantly separated from the Gainex Plains.

“Three steps forward, the color of the landscape changes. The vegetation that was alive all the time is all dry and dead after that borderline. The earth is black, the sky is gray. If you look closely, you can see the undead wandering around. It is truly a landscape worthy of the name ‘Land of the Dead’.”

Shortly after explaining, Vera felt Renee stiffened with tension and tightened his clasped hands and said to Renee.

“There is no need to worry. I will definitely protect the saint.”

“… yes.”

Renee nodded his head slightly, agreeing to Vera’s words, but nevertheless, he couldn’t shake his concern.

It was because of what Balak had heard before leaving.

-The ghost knight of the cradle! Only one of them is strong enough… No, he was stronger than the strong in some areas!

The Death Knight that Vera had to fight for for ‘proof’.

Thoughts related to it do not leave my head, and a worrying heart arises.

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Of course, since their purpose is Maleus, they may not have to encounter the Death Knight as much as they want to get a ‘coffin’ from him, but where in the world things work out as they think.

There might be a fight between the Death Knight and Vera.

“… Vera.”

So Renee opened her mouth.

“If I ever fight that Death Knight… .”

However, he could not finish the conversation.

How should I say it, how should I express my feelings and this anxiety right now?

It was because of that thought.

Fortunately, Vera was able to understand what Renee was worried about and give him an answer.

A small smile hung on Vera’s mouth.

“No need to worry.”

Vera answered, feeling a warm feeling inside for some reason as Renee lifted his head slightly and turned towards him.

firm conviction. And it was an answer that oozes sympathy.

“It seems that the saint has forgotten.”

“yes?”

“It’s what I do best. Didn’t you tell me?”

Renee’s mouth twitched open.

Vera looked at it and answered.

“Swordsmanship is something I am more confident about than anything else in the world.”

The hands that were holding each other suddenly turned into the shape of a clasp.

“Now go.”

Renee blushed softly, feeling Vera’s fingers digging between mine with a stupid face.

The thought that came to mind was that.

For some reason, I thought that these small actions gave me more faith than the oaths and vows that Vera had ever made.