Old People Don’t Hold Hands - Chapter 115



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Episode 115, The Fugitive (4)

… … I definitely thought it was strange.

Even if you say that your memory is good because you study as if it were food.

It’s hard to perfectly memorize even the shape of these signs.

Even Homer, who was closer to being an orthodox scholar than this.

They said that the successor mark is similar to a picture and is difficult to remember… … .

It was absurd that I could draw it so precisely just by seeing it once.

Besides, it’s not easy to show important information like a sign to the other person.

Crucially, since this is the real Veronica’s body, this is it.

“It’s fake.”

It was probably one of the five guys wearing robes.

“Is power something like physical transformation?”

He asked the woman while pointing his sword at her.

Far from being flustered, the opponent simply let out a leisurely laugh.

“Puhahaha! You’re quite quick-witted. You seemed quite dull just now.”

… … Well, let me change the subject.

It seems like a similar power to body transformation.

As they stood there with swords pointed at them, it was Berman who rushed at the woman first.

After discovering Veronica’s body, he took a moment to assess the situation.

He ran out with his sword in hand without thinking twice.

… … Well, it’s not a very good method.

As expected, being a new adventurer, it seems like he has trouble making good decisions at times like this.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

Berman, holding a sword, rushed forward without thinking.

The woman who had been Veronica quickly stepped back.

Looking at the way he moves so flexibly, he seems to be an assassin.

Considering that it doesn’t counterattack separately, its power is probably just a simple physical transformation.

But the fact that he’s smiling so leisurely is somehow…

“Hey, what did you do with Veronica!”

“Phew, don’t you know that even after seeing that body? That woman is already dead.”

“Ugh… … .”

“I killed him myself.”

When Berman tried to rush at the woman’s provocation again, I grabbed Berman’s wrist.

“for a moment.”

“D, Lady Declen. That woman made the first surprise attack… … .”

“I know, but just wait a minute.”

It was clear that the woman had no other powers besides physical transformation.

Still, he maintained a relaxed attitude.

That means there is some room for belief.

It’s not something you can just rush into without knowing what it is.

When I told him to wait, Berman looked like he didn’t understand, but he waited quietly for the time being.

As he held onto Berman like that, the woman didn’t rush in any further.

As I was confronting the woman, she just looked at me and burst out laughing.

“Phew, it’s so obvious what’s inside.”

… … Looking at the way it’s played out like this, it definitely seems like there’s a solution.

The only silver lining was that Berman’s rush gave the healer some time to recover.

Thanks to Diana pouring the potion, the wound that had been bleeding quite a bit had recovered to some extent.

The woman seemed to realize it, as she put her hand on her chest and spoke.

“… … Oh my, I was so busy having fun that I forgot to hurry.”

As she said that, the woman took out a piece of paper from her chest.

And on the paper that fell slowly from the woman’s hand…

The sign I had just seen was drawn on it.

I stepped back as soon as the paper fell to my feet.

Berman, who was being held by me, was also dragged back at the same time.

As soon as we put that distance between us, a small explosion occurred from the sign written on the paper.

The red fog spread in an instant.

Before this fog has even cleared.

Chook-!!

The sound of a sword being swung could be heard in the distance.

I think it’s probably the right rear.

I heard the sound of a battle going on like this.

Kaang!

… … I guess someone will come running towards this side too.

I looked at the sword of the guy who rushed at me reflexively and put my sword against it.

The silhouette of an approaching opponent was visible.

That little silhouette of a guy wearing a robe.

… … And as the distance became quite close, it was easy to infer the extent of the bastard’s power.

I could see blood being sucked from the side opposite to where I was holding the sword.

It’s probably sucking in from where the sound just came from.

“… … Chew.”

Still, it would be better if it wasn’t a healer.

I pulled back my sword and instead pulled the guy closer.

I immediately extended my arm towards the guy.

Hurrr!

Shot the goods.

Then the bastard quickly lowered his body to avoid it, then rushed at me again.

Before I could even respond to his attack.

Kwaaak!

Berman, who was blocking the front, blocked the attack.

“Please leave the front line to me, Mr. Declen!”

… … Well, even if you’re a beginner adventurer, a tank is helpful.

Thanks to the fairly strong Berman blocking, I was able to tie up the bastard’s body for a while.

Meanwhile, the fog cleared and visibility was improved.

First of all, since Biella is nowhere to be seen, it seems like she hid and retreated to the rear as soon as the fog cleared.

Diana was protecting the healer.

And Nowen was swinging his sword, almost overwhelming the similarly large man.

Unfortunately, the archers on Berman’s side…

Choaaaak!

Blood was flowing out of the first wound, and it was dried and twisted.

And the place where the blood flowing from that body is being sucked is… … .

It was the hand of the guy who was dealing with us just now.

The bastard paid no attention to the fog clearing and attempted to attack Berman again.

“… … Come as much as you want!”

Berman also tried to withstand the bastard’s attacks steadfastly.

Instead, I pushed him back and aligned my sword with his.

“D, Mr. Declen! It’s dangerous! If you get hurt… …!”

Well, that’s only true for water guys.

If you think about it, you and I have similar endurance.

And here I am.

Chook!

There are other powers that can catch him, too.

As soon as I stepped out, I casted the power of absorption at the guy who was trying to fall back again.

That too, with the power of absorption maximized.

As soon as the chain connected with him, I grabbed it and pulled him towards me.

Let’s just attack the guy who comes along.

The robe guy who was fighting with other people suddenly ran towards me.

“Where are you going!”

Choaak! Kwaak!

He turned his back on the person who was fighting him, and even suffered a considerable amount of injury.

… … Huh?

From what I’ve heard, it sounds like the other person is Nowen.

If you look at the way he tries to protect himself by showing weakness against a 5th-level adventurer.

It looks like this guy is the leader.

The first to move was the largest of the robed men.

Kagakak!

As soon as the big guy approached me, he stretched his arm out of his robe and caught my sword straight away.

The guy’s arm was covered in red crystals.

… … What is this?

If it’s red, then it’s not blood, right?

It’s a bit cheap though, since their power is tied to blood.

… … Even though we’ve been together for a long time, it’s rare for the powers of the manifesters to be this similar.

The thing they have in common is, of all things, ‘blood.’

I’ve seen similar groups in EndWorld.

Deciding that I could no longer fight because of the decision, I pulled out the sword with strength in my arm.

Instead, the hand holding the sword remains intact.

Hurrrrr!

He summoned up a weapon and attacked the big guy’s arm.

As soon as it touched the object, the crystal melted away, leaving a fairly large blow to one of the bastard’s arms.

“… … No, I have to go!”

Then, a woman wearing Veronica’s mask shouted her name.

Hmm, okay.

Is this guy’s name Galman?

“Ugh, ugh, have mercy… … .”

Only after one of his arms was almost torn off did the big guy ask for mercy.

Since we were the first to be ambushed, we had no intention of leaving them alone.

Of course, who would just let this situation pass and expect mercy?

Without hesitation, I swung my sword and tried to cut off the big guy’s head.

Kaga, kaga, kak!

The red crystals that appeared again blocked my sword.

But the strange thing is that these decisions did not come from the big guys.

The thing that brought about the decision was… … .

It was the hand of the leader who was fighting us.

When I saw the decision that blocked the sword’s trajectory as delicately as if it were a weapon, I boldly let go of the sword.

Instead, let’s try to summon the goods.

“Okay, wait a minute!”

The leader opened his mouth hastily.

“We did not come here to fight you.”

“… … If you didn’t come here to fight?”

“I request conversation, conversation.”

… … A conversation?

“Shit.”

If you were going to ask for a conversation in the first place, you could have tried it a long time ago through that woman wearing Veronica’s mask.

Yet they chose to take us by surprise.

Besides, because of that surprise attack, some people had already lost their lives.

“It’s already too late to talk.”

After saying that, let’s try to send the goods.

The leader moved the crystal that had bound the sword again.

The sword I let go of was aimed at my own neck.

So close that even a little bit of force could scratch your neck.

“Really. I would like to talk to you.”

… … Phew.

So, I put my hand back on the handle of the sword I had placed down.

As I took hold of the sword, the leader was visibly shaking.

… … No matter how I look at it, it looks fishy.

Even if it wasn’t something I’d experienced before, this wasn’t uncommon when playing EndWorld.

It’s a situation where I feel like I’m going to die any time I make the first move, so I’m talking like this.

Well, when you first play, you might think that your fame will go up a bit, so I let you live… … .

Every time I passed like that, the result was obvious.

These guys, as soon as they get out of a crisis, they’ll hit you in the back of the head again.

This is especially true if we were enemies from the beginning.

“Do you think I would believe that?”

After saying that, he tried to swing the sword he had brought with him.

The trembling man opened his mouth with difficulty.

“… … Pale blood!”

… … And I couldn’t help but stop at the one word he uttered.

I thought you reacted when I stopped.

The guy started talking in a hurry.

“Window, Pale Blood. You know what I mean? I have something to tell you about the owner of Pale Blood.”

“… … How do you know that?”

“You must have figured out my powers from our previous battle. I am an absorber. I am also a releaser.”

“… … It can’t be a lie, right?”

“I swear on my own name. … … It won’t mean anything.”

At his words, I finally put away my sword.

“… Mr. Dickinson?”

Although Diana and others looked at my actions with questionable eyes.

I had no intention of attacking him right away.

As he withdrew his intention to attack, the others also stopped fighting.

I exhaled and looked down at the relieved leader.

… … pale blood.

As expected, it was you.

When I heard those words, I couldn’t attack him anymore.

Well, I know what that is.

I knew it well.

To be exact, I’m not talking about pale blood, but about the owner of pale blood.

The master of pale blood.

This was like a nickname referring to one person.

And that’s him.

He was the first person to ‘mass-produce’ manifestors.

When I played EndWorld for the first time, I raised an army of manifesters.

He was the main figure who caused the rebellion of the manifesters.