I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 338



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Episode 338

As we came out of the room, Assad, who had been waiting with an anxious expression, looked at us with a somewhat nervous expression.

I said with a somewhat solemn face.

“The surgery was successful. The guardians can rest assured.”

“surgery?”

“No, it’s treatment.”

My words came out in vain.

As I approached him with a serious expression on my face, the beak started talking nonsense again.

While I was tapping his lips with my finger and punishing him, Assad sighed, perhaps relieved by my relaxed attitude.

“… Thank goodness. I’m really grateful. So, when do you think Delak will come to his senses?”

“If it’s just regaining consciousness, separate from physical rehabilitation, it won’t take long. I can’t say for sure, though.”

I also secretly agreed with Verita’s response.

It was because I remembered that before my regression, the Iron Bloods had been chasing me relatively quickly.

The treatment was also completed much more cleanly than before, so maybe it could happen even sooner?

It’s almost evening, so I’ll probably come to my senses sometime this morning or tomorrow morning.

“I see… … . Wait a minute.”

Assad apologized and entered the room.

It seems likely that he is checking how much of the instrument is left in Delak’s body.

Of course, it wasn’t a long task, and Assad’s expression brightened up as soon as he came out.

“The instrument has completely disappeared. It’s a skill I can’t believe even after seeing it with my own eyes.”

“thank you.”

“By the way, what did you do with the instrument you extracted from Delak?”

“… … .”

Assad asked in a casual tone, but I couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous at this point.

I had a long conversation with Verita before coming here.

Of course, we also created model answers to most of the questions… … .

Of all the pre-planned scripts, the most dangerous question was the one Assad just asked.

“I used the holy relic.”

“Holy relic?”

“Yes. It was a sacred relic that could hold a musical instrument.”

“Really? Can I take a look?”

“ah…….”

Verita closed her mouth in embarrassment, and Assad’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Why? Is there a reason why you can’t show it?”

“That’s not it… … . Um. Please wait a moment.”

Verita, who was flustered, hesitated and finally took something out of her bosom.

It was a broken rosary.

“this?”

“Yes. It is a relic that can store musical instruments.”

“… … .”

Assad looked closely at Rosario. The blue light in his eyes seemed to be using his mana to confirm.

After a rather heavy, unbearable silence… … .

Finally, Assad nodded.

“… It seems like a very valuable relic, how can I compensate for it?”

I let out a sigh of relief inside.

‘It worked.’

Of course, that Rosary isn’t some kind of holy relic.

It’s a very old object that looks like it has something at first glance, but it doesn’t have any special abilities.

However, there is no way to distinguish between a relic that has already lost its effectiveness and an old antique.

That’s because an antique is a relic that has lost its effectiveness.

Of course, the decisive reason why Assad was able to alleviate even a handful of remaining doubts was because the rosary actually retained the reverberation of the instrument.

Before coming here, I had already broken it using an instrument… … .

The insight of a great wizard would be enough to know that the instrument was the instrument of Behemoth, which had consumed the body of the Iron Blood Knight.

‘Because the very foundation of my instrument is the instrument that has encroached upon the body of the Iron Blooded One.’

anyway…….

Having quietly overcome the greatest crisis, I felt relieved once again, but at the same time I scolded him in a nonchalant tone.

“You are very suspicious. But he came forward to help us, so isn’t that a bit rude?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe it, I just didn’t know.”

Assad responded in a somewhat embarrassed voice, then coughed exaggeratedly.

“Anyway, you both worked very hard. Sister Razbeth, you especially.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

“Badniker will not forget the favor. Until Delak wakes up, I will treat you as a guest of honor, so get some rest. I will take care of you so that you will not feel uncomfortable.”

“hmm…….”

Verita paused for a moment, then looked at Assad.

At first glance, it seems as if he has realized the true meaning behind the friendly words.

If you listen to it without thinking, it might sound like they’re saying they’re treating him very well, but in reality, it’s a tactic to keep him in order to hold him accountable in case he doesn’t wake up or something goes wrong.

‘This is how it should be, Badniker.’

While I can understand it to some extent, I also think that this is why this family’s public reputation is so poor.

“Let’s do that.”

Fortunately, Verita didn’t show any sign of being offended and nodded with a smile.

***

I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

I was wearing uncomfortable clothes on purpose so that I could go out at any time… … .

Lying in bed in this outfit gave me a strange sense of depravity, and I was able to maintain a certain level of tension even in a place like a bed where it was easy to get tired.

I was struggling in that state, flapping my arms and legs.

‘Once the biggest goal has been achieved… … .’

Unlike my previous life, I was able to successfully treat the Iron Blood Demon.

In the process, I avoided being suspected of being a believer, and as a bonus, I was able to accept the Iron Blood’s instrument twice, which also helped in the development of the Dark Heavenly Fragrance Theater.

In fact, I couldn’t have been more satisfied with the results, because Verita’s persuasion wasn’t as difficult as I thought.

To be honest, I was worried that Verita would not be able to help with the treatment of the Iron Blood.

…because the person who fought the Iron Blood Lord was none other than the Colorless Demon King – that is, the Great Commander.

So, to Verita, the Iron Blood Lord is the worst heretic among heretics, the one who goes against the God she believes in.

At first, I was going to hide the fact, but I was worried that it would make a bigger fuss if it was found out later, so I informed Verita in advance.

– it’s okay.

… came the calm reply.

Do you not think that the ambassador will lose? I feel like it is a bit different from that kind of blind faith.

At this point, I really wonder what these colorless believers are doing.

At some point, I also felt that I needed to know for sure about these guys’ thoughts and goals.

‘Not now… … .’

… After the Iron Blood Lord comes to his senses, I too must do my part.

‘I guess I’ll have to go south?’

The mastermind behind the disaster in Utgard… If Big Boss Gustav went south, then even if an incident occurs, it is more likely to occur in the south.

Not only is the mastermind gone, but Utgard’s vigilance will be further strengthened now that the golden horn has been unleashed.

“Labormaster Rahild… … .”

I thought about that place slowly.

The Rahild workhouse is a place that is called hell for sinners, but in a different sense than Utgard.

It’s a crazy place where people work at least 16 hours a day under the blazing sun, and of course there are no human rights.

Unlike the Utgard water element, where information is tightly controlled, the Rahild workhouse is a fairly well-known place even in the South.

After all, there is no other workhouse as large as 8 million square meters in the entire empire.

The reason such a large work site was built was, of course, to excavate relics.

In the southern desert, a land of weathering and forgetfulness, relics of enormous value are being unearthed even at this moment.

And the place where the Rahild labor camp was built is where the capital of [Ra-Hirudaras], which was called [the Golden Country] in the past, was located.

The name was so long and difficult to remember that even the desert residents shortened it to something they could remember, and now it is called Rahild.

‘Let’s say I go there… … .’

As I said before, Seren, who I promised to meet again, will be nearby, so I think it would be okay to stop by on the way… … .

The important thing is how you infiltrate Rahild.

Since it would probably be impossible to get in as a prison warden, the most likely solution would be to create a fake identity and go undercover as a prisoner… … .

Honestly, it’s hard to make plans right now.

Because there is too little information and we don’t know what’s going on.

Another problem, if there is one, is Evan.

If possible, I would like to meet that guy again and move together, but unlike Seren, I don’t know where this guy is or what he’s doing.

I already told Mir, so he would know my whereabouts at some point, but I thought that I might not see him for a long time even after that.

Because depending on the situation, it could take several months just to get from the North to the South.

‘… I feel a bit uneasy about dealing with it alone with Seren.’

I thought about it for a moment.

You need at least one more trustworthy person, preferably three.

In the first place, it would have been extremely difficult to find Gustav in that large workhouse.

Verita will likely follow suit, but this guy won’t be able to do much in the South.

The Southern Desert is the most unbelieving region in the Empire.

Should we say that the culture and ideology itself are barbaric?

Even the ethnic minorities of the eastern grasslands, who worship their own ancestral gods, have some respect for the 72 religions… … .

In the southern desert, a savage land, all kinds of superstitions and cults are rampant, and simple, clear strength is much more revered than religious people who preach faith.

Besides, they would most likely be sent to the workhouse as prisoners, and it doesn’t seem like Verita or Seren would be a good fit for this role.

‘That’s why I needed Evan.’

At least his acting skills are believable.

I briefly thought about the talents I knew, but the Corrupted were mostly heterodontists, so they wouldn’t be of much help.

The human-looking Lanfero would be okay, but I’m not sure if this sun-sensitive man would be able to survive in the desert…

‘I guess I can’t help it.’

For me now, aside from Corrupted and my fellow retreat mates, I only have one connection left.

I got up from my seat to use my chance to connect with my blood relatives for the first time in a while, and decided to visit my brothers one by one.

First of all, the most probable person… … .

A man who is an active hero like me and who said he regretted not being able to join me on the last mission.

He is our eldest brother who will surely become a strong force if he joins.

“I’m sorry. I already have a mission.”

“aha…….”

I immediately sighed with a gloomy face. Hiiro looked at me with a pitiful face and added.

“… Just for your information, even if you talk to Nero, he won’t be able to help you. He’s scheduled to go on the same mission as me.”

“Really? That’s too bad.”

As you can tell just by looking at their names, Hiiro and Nero share the same mother.

It’s not like they were particularly close, but since they share the same mother, they seem closer than other siblings.

‘I can definitely feel the manpower shortage.’

Perhaps Hiiro has a tight schedule of missions for the year.

Because the total amount of requests pouring into Heros right now will easily surpass the total number of heroes.

What’s scary is that this is just the beginning.

The Dark Church’s rise to power begins now.

The Nameless Empire is an empire in name only, but in reality it is as large as dozens of kingdoms combined.

So, no matter how large an organization Heros is or how many talented people it contains, it cannot suppress incidents and disasters throughout the empire.

There is bound to be a leak somewhere, and every time that happens, damage occurs.

Even I, who know the future, cannot intervene in even the smallest incidents.

When I was stuck in the South and working as a mercenary, I only heard rumors that would shake the world.

Anyway, having lost my two most reliable forces in an instant, I quickly made contact with the next person, but… … .

“I’m sorry. I’ve barely managed to get some time left… I need to return to the Knights immediately.”

“… … .”

Even Hector, whom I trusted, rejected me.

So who are the remaining characters?

The eldest daughter, Aquata, will be of no help, and neither will the third daughter, Lina, who is a sorceress but has been confined to the magic tower.

Most of the southern wizards are warmages, and unlike regular wizards, they have extremely violent and violent temperaments, so if you take a wizard like Lina with you, you’ll just get into trouble.

To begin with, I don’t think that guy, who I’m not even that close with, will grant my request.

Not to mention Everan, who is in the fashion business.

Olivia, who is a mercenary, might be of help.

Other than that… … .

“…There is no one but our brother Ludwig.”

“…Can you please stop guessing my identity as if it were a given?”

Ludwig, who was disguised as a collector, spoke in an absurd voice.

I said the opposite, shamelessly.

“As for the fortune telling… … . Didn’t your brother have no intention of hiding his identity by getting caught?”

“Well, it’s home so I’m a bit more relaxed. Mr. Ben knows my circumstances anyway.”

“Huh? Last time, you said that only your father and brother knew that you were alive.”

“That’s right. But how can there be an eternal secret? There’s a lot of work to do, and my father is busy day and night, so it’s hard for the two of us to share the situation, so the number of people who know my true identity is increasing.”

“… … .”

Even if you say that, it will still be a very small minority.

Ludwig muttered with his arms crossed.

“If it’s the South, the last time I went was about two years ago… … Actually, if you exclude the islands and the East, it wouldn’t be strange if something happened at any time.”

“Do you believe me? It’s just a guess.”

“Your actions have been too impressive for me not to believe it. You are the Golden Fairy who brings about incidents, disasters, and demons.”

“… … .”

Sometimes it helps to be constantly tangled with those Demon King guys.

“Anyway, are you going to help me?”

“I will look into it positively.”

For now, that statement was enough, so I gave it a thumbs up.

***

When you’re working or busy, time doesn’t seem to pass quickly, but when you’re having fun, it flies by.

I had a lazy time lying around for the first time in a long time.

There was no other way, because while Verita was tied down to her parents’ house, I had no choice but to kill her.

I can’t just leave this guy alone in the badnikker.

But as one or two days passed, then three or four days passed, I started to feel a little anxious.

Because there was no sign of the Iron Blood Lord waking up.

From then on, I got permission from Assad once a day to check on the condition of the Iron Blood, but there was no particular problem.

“Your damaged body is recovering quickly. Perhaps because you are pouring all your energy into recovering your body, it may be taking a while for you to regain consciousness.”

Assad had a point, but… … .

As someone who knows the past, I couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

‘At that time, he got up straight away and chased after me.’

That doesn’t mean the treatment was wrong.

There was certainly not a single instrument left in the body of the Iron Blooded One.

Time passed in doubt and anxiety, without finding a solution.

Five days, six days, finally, when a full week had passed… … .

At this point, even Assad, who had been optimistic, had no choice but to check the status of the Iron Blood Regiment once again with a slightly hardened face.

“Um… … No matter how I look at it, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with his body.”

“Yes. Rather, it is favorable.”

Assad and Berita talked as usual, making their diagnosis… … .

In the meantime, I had nothing better to do, so I looked down at the face of the Iron Blood Knight lying on the bed.

The Iron Blood’s complexion had noticeably improved.

Compared to when I was sick and dying, now it seems like I’ve just gotten some sleep.

“… But why isn’t it happening?”

That’s the moment.

Suddenly, without any warning, Cheolhyeol-gong opened his eyes.

“Huh… … ?”

When our eyes met, I instinctively closed my mouth.

A lot of random thoughts were running through my head, but somehow I couldn’t find the words to say.

No, you opened your eyes so suddenly like this?

“what’s the matter?”

“Brother? Ah-.”

I felt the gazes of the two people who were talking were also turned in this direction.

Those two also witnessed the Iron Blood King come to his senses for the first time.

But even then, Cheolhyeol-gong’s gaze was fixed on me.

and.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“excuse me.”

The iron-blooded man, who had been staring at me for a long time, asked in a somewhat anxious voice.

“…Who are you, hyung?”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Time is frozen.

Silence.

A very long, heavy silence filled the room.

Archmage Asad,

Colorless believer Verita.

Me, the Friday Fairy Luan Badniker… … .

The three people here are veterans who have experienced everything from mountain climbing to aerial combat.

Although he was a man of monstrous composure who never wavered or panicked in any situation, this moment was an exception.

As silent shock filled the room, Assad’s muttering broke the deafening silence.

“… This is fucked up.”

“… That’s right.”

This is really fucked up.