I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 365



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Episode 365

How can a person be this unlucky?

If my current appearance were another form embedded in a mask, this woman would have passed me by without paying any attention to me.

The point is that he attracted attention because he happened to have the appearance of a ferryman.

“Why aren’t you answering? Huh? Aha. Are you scared now?”

“… … .”

“You’re cute. Why are you cowering like that when you’re not even going to eat me?”

The word cute is usually a compliment, but… … .

Strangely, every time I hear those words, I feel like my stomach is turning.

This may also be evidence of my lack of mental cultivation.

If a person is truly calm, then no matter what they hear, they won’t get upset.

Suddenly, I had the thought that I still have a long way to go.

‘… … .’

So how should we respond?

When I was just biting my lips.

“Hey. Did you reserve your seat? I told you to move right to the front when the line gets shorter.”

One of the mercenaries standing behind Dorothy grumbled.

It was because while I was standing still, the number of customers in front of me was decreasing.

But Dorothy didn’t seem to hear that voice and was still looking at me…

There is no way that Airuga’s mercenaries would just ignore such a blatant attitude.

“Hey. People talk like nonsense-.”

The mercenary’s words were swallowed by a thud.

The mercenary’s outstretched arm twisted like a corn stalk.

“Ugh… … !”

A black bandage was wrapped around the mouth of the mercenary who was about to scream. I don’t know where it came from. In an instant, the mercenary whose mouth was sealed felt his face with his good arm.

Dorothy smiled, still looking at me in her eyes, and pointed down the street with her finger.

Knock knock, knock knock… … .

Then the mercenary stood at attention and advanced into the street with stiff movements like a toy soldier.

The choppy movement soon disappeared beyond the crowd.

“… … .”

Magic that manipulates the body at will… … . It’s black magic. A witch’s specialty.

Dorothy tilted her head.

“I don’t think he was mute. His tongue probably wasn’t cut off in the meantime. No. Just in case, let’s check.”

The moment Dorothy smiled and extended her hand, I opened my mouth without thinking any further.

“Why would you be standing in line at a dessert shop? You’re probably buying dessert.”

“Aha. Is this an errand?”

“Yes. I think you know who this errand is for without me having to tell you.”

I deliberately avoided direct mention of that person, but… … .

This clever woman will be able to deduce it without difficulty.

“… … .”

Dorothy’s smile faded and her eyes narrowed further.

This is gambling.

Seren also knew of Delak’s whereabouts.

Even though he was the master of the Information Guild, if Iron Blood had wanted to, he could have moved secretly without anyone noticing.

In other words… there is a high probability that there are more people in this city who know about the whereabouts of the Iron Blood.

I really hoped this woman was one of those characters.

There is a heavy silence for a moment.

The mercenaries behind Dorothy rolled their eyes without urging her on. They had just witnessed what had happened.

To survive long in a neighborhood like this, you have to be quick-witted.

The moment when everyone is just waiting for Dorothy’s reaction.

“…I didn’t know that guy liked things like desserts.”

The answer I wanted came from Dorothy’s mouth.

I let out a sigh of relief inside.

I was especially relieved because Dorothy also avoided making direct comments.

“You can’t tell someone’s taste just by looking at them.”

So if you have nothing more to do, just disappear, please.

“Next guest!”

“… … .”

“customer?”

Then the dessert shop clerk urged me on. Before I knew it, it was my turn.

Surely you wouldn’t make my legs look like that mercenary guy just by moving around on your own, right? As I was watching her closely, Dorothy nodded.

“What should I do? When the line gets shorter, I have to move straight ahead.”

“… … .”

Are you crazy?

I sighed and stepped into the store.

The smiling clerk was talking nonsense, but I couldn’t hear him.

After heading to the dessert corner, I took in the delicious snacks, but my attention was completely focused on the woman who had followed me in.

I pretended to collect my thoughts while choosing a dessert.

There are three colorless believers that I have identified so far.

Verita the inquisitor, Ruth the hunter, and finally the witch Dorothy.

Verita described Dorothy as a person of interest who should be watched out for.

Actually, I think similarly.

If it were my order, I would pretend to die, no, I don’t even know if Verita would actually die…

The Hunter Route also showed some respect and followed the priest to some extent. It was to the point where it was foaming at the mouth at the fact that he had engaged me.

On the other hand, Dorothy observed me with calm eyes the whole time and evaluated me like an object.

That part caused friction with Verita.

‘… I miss you a little.’

I never thought I would miss that fanatic, but I thought that if Verita were here, she would have taken the time to sort things out.

Anyway, in the form of ‘Naru’, Dorothy has no chance of winning, and the same goes for Luzard, another identity.

To be frank, even if you fight as Luan, it’s difficult to guarantee victory against this woman.

Not only is he a colorless believer, but he also has a middle name that is on par with the Iron Blooded One.

‘Plague.’

While I was thinking about this and that, I ended up choosing all the desserts. It was obvious that if I delayed any longer, I would be wasting time, so I went to the checkout counter.

“I’ll help you with the math.”

After handing the chosen dessert to the clerk, I received a large bag of bread as if hugging it.

I didn’t plan on buying this much, but I ended up putting in a lot of things to buy more time, and it ended up being a mountain.

Should I pretend not to notice when Dorothy chooses the menu?

I had that thought for a moment, but the woman followed me without even looking at the dessert.

‘Are you a leech?’

Anyway, it seems difficult to separate them by any means.

Even this woman looked at me and said this.

“Follow me.”

And then, as if he had an invisible leash on him, he turned his back on me and started walking somewhere… … .

I sighed again and followed him.

Because I decided that it was impossible to get rid of Dorothy right away.

Dorothy headed to a dark back alley that didn’t suit her.

There are two main types of back alleys in Airuga.

One is the urban underworld, full of bad mercenaries, thugs, and gangsters.

The other one is a garbage dump where even those guys don’t set foot.

The place where Dorothy was walking now was the latter.

A foul stench, maggots, and rats that you would expect to find in a garbage dump. Homeless people and orphans looked at us, clutching their hungry bellies.

A world like this unfolded in a back alley not far from the downtown area.

The darkness of Airuga is like a shadow, and can be found anywhere in the alleys of this city, so it is not a surprising fact to me.

Originally, vagabonds and orphans were more easily found in big cities.

If it were a truly poor city, people like that would have starved to death long ago.

“Please give me something to eat… … .”

“I haven’t eaten anything for a week… … .”

“… … .”

I passed them by, took a cookie out of the bag, and handed it to them.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you.”

Then Dorothy, who was walking ahead, glanced back and said in a sarcastic voice.

“You are kind too.”

“… … .”

Dorothy didn’t even glance at the homeless. It felt like she wasn’t being treated as a fellow human being… no.

It’s almost as if it’s not even visible.

It’s like dealing with trash strewn about in a back alley.

So I threw away the dessert I had just bought in a flashy manner and went deeper into the back alley… … .

Soon, I found myself standing in a dark place where even the sounds of homeless people had disappeared.

In the fence of that dirty, dark back alley, there was a door out of nowhere, and Dorothy took a key out of her bosom and stuck it into the keyhole.

Click.

The moment the sound of metal meshing was clearly heard, the door opened with a creepy sound.

“… … .”

The interior revealed in this way was dark.

It’s not just a dark level, it’s a feeling of a symbolic pitch-blackness lurking inside.

This feels a bit familiar.

“Come in.”

“… … .”

I had a feeling that if I went in quietly, it would never work.

I said, holding up the envelope that was still half full.

“I need to take this to you quickly, my lord… … .”

“Really? That’s fun.”

“What’s funny?”

Dorothy, who had been giggling, came toward me.

As I clenched my fists ready to burst out at any moment, the woman passed me by and stood behind me.

A feeling of weight on the shoulders.

I felt a gentle hand brushing the back of my neck, and my ears began to tickle.

Dorothy bowed her head slightly, her wavy hair touching.

“Delak isn’t in this city right now, is he? … Right?”

“… … .”

“You are lying.”

Shit, seriously

As I was holding back my swearing, Dorothy’s hand brushed the back of my neck.

For a moment, I almost broke my finger.

Somehow, I also had a feeling that if I allowed any more contact, my cover might be revealed.

Verita, I don’t know about Root, but…

This woman must not find out that Luan is Naru.

I shook off Dorothy’s touch and moved forward…

“Oh.”

Thanks to that, I managed to shake off his touch, but I ended up getting even closer to that damned door.

“… … .”

Okay, this is the crossroads.

Dorothy doesn’t show any hostility towards me right now.

And you won’t be able to touch me easily.

I don’t know what their intentions are, but touching Naru here means turning against the Iron Blood Lord.

… but this is just my wishful thinking, and there’s no guarantee that this woman won’t actually touch me.

“Where does this door lead?”

“Huh? One of our hideouts, I guess.”

“… … .”

“Don’t be so nervous. There are a lot of people I want to introduce you to.”

Could this actually make things worse?

Somehow, I felt like I was stepping into the middle of enemy territory.

In that case, wouldn’t it be a better idea to just fight Dorothy one-on-one here?

I’m seriously considering going in that direction.

“Dorothy? What are you doing there?”

“Oh my. You’ve developed bad taste again. Heh heh heh.”

Two new figures appeared with mocking voices.

Judging from their voices, they were a man and a woman, but since they were both wearing hoods, I couldn’t tell what they looked like.

but.

“Just calm down. Last time, you were the only one late to the meeting because of that petty hobby.”

“Sometimes when I see you do something like that, I want to tear you apart and kill you.”

“Ah- It’s noisy, both of you shut up.”

Judging from the way they speak, they are colleagues on equal footing.

In other words, from my perspective, it’s no different than Dorothy splitting into three people.

‘… plague.’

Now I can’t take it out or put it in.

I looked ahead again.

What on earth is lurking beyond this door?

‘Abnaham Witch Coven? Or a cult?’

Neither group is treated so well by the Empire, but the Witch’s Covenant is better than the main enemy, the Church. They aren’t enemies at all.

But the probability of it being a witch’s cult is low.

Because one of the people who appeared together was a man.

‘If they were colorless believers, then maybe I could communicate. If I were to reveal that I’m a priest, then maybe a few of them would follow my orders like Verita or Root… … .’

…but what if you don’t follow?

Since my identity will be revealed, this is also too risky.

By the way, I suddenly realized that this woman, Dorothy, was not in her right mind.

I’m thinking of having Naru, who has a connection to the Iron Blood Alliance, confront the religious order.

If you’re not careful, you could easily become Delak’s target, so what on earth are you thinking?

Thinking about that… … .

Damn it.

I stepped into a dark space.

I felt a familiar, floating sensation. I could definitely feel that I had moved through space.

How far is the place from Airugawa?

I don’t know about that either.

After a while, when the surroundings became brighter, only soft lighting was shining where I was.

At the center of the space was a huge round table.

“… … .”

And there were already two people sitting at the round table… …. That makes a total of five people.

I don’t think there’s as much as I thought.

“What? We’re not all here yet.”

“Shut up. A latecomer like you needs to be early sometimes.”

“Ozma? Are you all here now? Why doesn’t it feel like you’re not even halfway there?”

At Dorothy’s words, the woman called Ozma looked this way.

Apart from Dorothy, she was the only one whose face was revealed, and she was a woman with a doll-like, expressionless face.

Ozma looked straight at me and tilted her head, somewhat exaggeratedly, almost like an owl.

“What about that kid?”

“What is it? You are my new servant candidate.”

“Really? Has your aesthetic sense finally changed?”

“what?”

“I don’t think it’s really your taste.”

“…What does that mean?”

“That boy. He’s hiding.”

The noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The woman named Ozma yawned with a weary expression and said:

“You’re wearing a Linchal tribe mask.”

ah.

I feel like going back.