The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 100



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The soldier shouted save (100)

Dieold, the city of theater.

The real work began here the next morning.

“Rolen!”

He turns his gaze to the woman running towards him from the entrance of the inn, calling his alias.

“You didn’t forget our appointment today, did you?”

“promise?”

“Don’t pretend not to know. I told you to see all of Diold’s plays! Let’s go!”

The reason Marie was putting on a farce was simple.

The majority of people who wear masks, even though they are not actors, are people who are passionate about theater.

We completely disguised ourselves as theater-loving tourists and blended in with the Dieold.

“Should we do this for our first play?”

I laughed when I saw the promotional text that Marie was pointing at.

‘The Saint of the Golden Grass and the Blue Flash of Walker.’

Check the introduction.

It was written as a story about a knight who protects Walker while carrying the love of a saint and a lord on his back.

‘… This is ridiculous.’

The more I read, the more I feel a disconnect with what I experienced.

It was adapted twice by a bard and a theater company, so it became someone else’s story, not mine.

“Please show me the table.”

“Here it is.”

When Marie shows the ticket she bought the day before, the man nods and extends his hand.

“You can just come inside.”

As I followed the directions and entered the building, I saw people already seated.

The majority of people are wearing masks like us.

Marie discovers something and bursts out laughing.

“Hehe, look at that. It’s the blue flash mask!”

As I followed her fingers, I saw a masked man sitting down with an excited expression on his face.

“… … What kind of monster have you created?”

The appearance of the mask with blue flames stretching upward.

What on earth did he think of me?

It seemed like a representation of a monster rather than a human.

“I guess it’s time to start!”

As the lights illuminating the audience disappear, the stage begins to shine brightly.

A man and a woman come out on stage and sing in sorrowful voices.

―“Blue Flash… Can you fight for our Walker?”

A picture of me and Marie acting.

Marie, who was next to him, smiled brightly as if recalling old times.

-Dadadadadak.

As the play approaches its middle stage, actors appear covered in sticky mud all over their bodies.

Approaching the wall, waving his arms above his head in a bad mood.

A man wearing a blue mask raises his voice in front of them.

―“As the Knight Commander of Walker, I declare: Neither your dark magic nor the undead you command will ever reach Walker!!”

The actor who plays my role raises his sword powerfully.

Then the audience becomes noisy.

“Whoa, whoa! Allen!”

“I don’t get tired of watching it even after watching it 10 times.”

“… … so cool.”

People who are absorbed in a play that is running towards the end.

But Marie, who liked this scene more than anyone else, had her gaze turned elsewhere.

“Did you drop it? Here it is.”

“…thank you.”

It seemed as if Marie was handing him the handkerchief she had dropped.

But the reality was different.

‘It wasn’t lying on the floor. The handkerchief came from Marie’s arms.’

The play finally comes to an end when the Blue Flash and the Archmage defeat the Black Mage.

Marie, coming out of the theater, waves with a smile on her face.

“Let’s go here this time!”

Check out the promotional material for the new theater.

‘The Journey of the Warriors to the Demon King’

A play containing an anecdote from a warrior’s party.

He enters it and speaks softly to Marie.

“How do you communicate with the lord? Do you use a handkerchief as a token?”

“That’s right. It’s dangerous to talk directly.”

It was a place where lords from all over the country who had resentment toward the palace gathered at Diold.

A situation where it wouldn’t be strange if the tail of the palace was attached.

So the Lord of Walker came up with a trick.

“I wrapped the name of the inn and the room key in a handkerchief and handed it to you. You must have checked the inside by now.”

“A hotel room?”

“Yes, I left some items for communication in the inn room. The wealth and gifts needed to achieve the goal. And the order to destroy the palace.”

It seemed like he was enjoying the play without thinking about anything.

However, as expected of a lord who had grown Walker’s territory to a frightening extent, he was quietly completing the work he had to do.

“If the lords find out about the order, won’t it be dangerous for us?”

“Don’t worry. The instructions were created using Sunlight’s technology.”

“… …What are you talking about?”

“A dummy that can be detonated remotely with a magic scroll. I used that. Thanks to that, I can burn the order sheet at any time.”

Without the order, even if the palace detects a rebellion, there will be no evidence left.

It would be difficult to pressure Marie, the lord of Walker, with only circumstantial evidence.

‘… It’s fortunate that we are allies.’

Perhaps, even without my help, Marie would have taken the Walker throne on her own?

That’s what I thought.

“The play is about to begin! Now, go back to your seats.”

After watching the second play, we go outside again.

The time when the sun has set.

We successfully went around to more than 10 theaters and handed out handkerchiefs to the residents.

“How much time is left now?”

“… … There are two spots left, um, I can’t see the theater name.”

What Marie and the lords had discussed in advance was the name and time of the play where they would meet.

She looked closely at the theater sign and spoke with a troubled expression.

“Would you please help me find it? There’s not much time left until we’re supposed to meet… .”

“What’s the name of the play?”

“A recurring world. That’s the name of the play.”

Roll your eyes and look around.

After making sure no one is watching, I jump up to the rooftop.

When you look out from a high place, you can see the city clearly.

‘… … Over there?’

It was natural that Marie couldn’t find the theater.

Because it wasn’t a theater within the city.

An outdoor performance venue with moonlight and dreary grass as the backdrop.

Come down from the rooftop and talk to Marie.

“There’s a concert hall outside of town. This way.”

Marie glances over and checks the clock tower.

He moves his legs hurriedly as if he is pressed for time.

“Let’s hurry up a little.”

After walking quite a distance, we arrived at the outdoor concert venue.

The audience filled every seat.

Marie, who was looking for an empty seat, speaks to the man.

“… Is there any space left?”

“Of course. Just wait a moment, there will be a vacancy soon.”

It was just as the man said.

After about three minutes, several people sitting in their seats stand up with something.

‘paper?’

Is it an admission ticket? The audience members return to the city, stuffing the paper they had in their pockets.

‘Why are you going back without even seeing the play?’

When you feel uneasy, you instinctively look around.

I thought that the palace might be preparing for a surprise attack, but even after concentrating my five senses, I could not sense any signs.

“It looks like there’s a seat available. Are you watching with the person next to you?”

“Yes. We will watch it together.”

Marie pays the gold coin and heads to her seat.

At that moment, the man extends his arm towards Marie and hands her something.

“Take this. It’s your lucky ticket.”

“… … Lucky ticket? What’s that?”

Let’s look at the item called a ticket.

A rectangular piece of paper with a seemingly slippery vinyl coating.

It was a magical ticket that glowed with rainbow colors whenever the paper reflected moonlight.

“I guess this is your first time seeing the repeating world.”

“Yes, I arrived in Diold yesterday.”

“Ha, haha! Is that so? Then I should tell you about the legend of Diold!”

“The legend of Diold?”

“Actually, this is not a place for people to perform.”

Marie looks puzzled at those words.

“… … If people don’t perform, who will perform?”

“Dead souls.”

“… … The soul performs? Is that possible?”

“No one knows whether it is true or not, except for our ancestors! We have always distributed tickets here, but I have never seen anyone see a performance by the spirits.”

When I hear the words, “performance of the soul,” I look into the eyes with dark magic.

‘… I don’t see anything special.’

Deckard’s soul was burned, making the ‘World of the Dead’ unusable, but there was no problem examining the soul.

Because I had already completed my second job as a black magician in the Room of Destiny.

“Why are you waiting when no one has seen the show?”

“You can think of it as Diold’s culture. As a city of theater, there are many people who love romance.”

I listen to the man’s words carefully and then turn my head.

‘Is it just a superstition?’

Marie scans the audience as if looking for the lord.

But, seeing that there was someone else sitting at the meeting place, she naturally turned her gaze back to the man.

“I’m really curious, how can I see the soul performance?”

“It’s simple! Just take your seat with the lucky ticket I just handed you!”

“… … Is that all?”

“Yes, it is said that if a special person sits down with a ticket, an incredibly vivid performance unfolds.”

Marie nodded and sat down in the back seat where she could look around all the seats.

“I guess I’m not special?”

He smiles at Marie’s playful words and sits down.

He shrugs, looking at the ticket shining in the moonlight.

“It seems I’m not special either.”

Marie rolls her eyes without getting up from her seat.

It seems like they are looking for the lord who decided to continue coming here.

‘You just have to find a nobleman who isn’t interested in theater.’

When helping Marie and quietly looking around.

The man who handed me the ticket came into view.

“… …DLC, open.”

A voice muttering with a smile.

‘DLC?’

When you are quietly repeating what a man has said.

-Pfft!

Suddenly the ticket began to shine brightly.

[Free DLC ‘Recurring World’ is now open!]

[Check DLC items.]

[Check the registered party.]

[Party Composition: 1 Player, 1 NPC]

[Move to the Event Palace!]

Words that I can’t understand.

There was no similar slang in the writings of the warriors in the soul room.

“First of all, here… … .”

My hand, trying to escape with Marie, cuts through the air.

“… … .”

The scenery changed in an instant.

Roll your eyes left and right and look around.

‘Could it be that he used a load?’

Is it possible that Priest Park Ro-woon has put the word ‘Lord’ in his mouth again?

‘I have to start by looking for Marie.’

Trees and grasses with an unpleasant purple color.

I was trying to draw my sword and stand guard in the dark forest.

I felt something strange on my waist.

“… … What is this?”

What I touched was a long object that extended from my thigh bag to my waist.

It was an arrow with a feather-decorated tip.

‘… … Where did my equipment go?’

I look down and examine my shoes.

A shoe of a type I’ve never seen before, with a soft sole.

But the pants and top felt familiar.

‘Is this another world’s clothing?’

All he has is an arrow in his thigh bag and a long bow on his back.

‘… … At least this.’

Put the arrow on the bow.

When you look around, slightly pulling the trigger so you can shoot at any time.

I felt a presence behind me.

“Jung Ha-jun! Did you find something?”

A familiar voice, as if I’ve heard it somewhere before.

I look back and let out a sound without realizing it.

“… … Lee Hyeonseong?”

“Hey, don’t be so rude to me. Did you find something?”

A young man who appears to be about 20 years old.

The past Lee Hyeon-seong was right before my eyes.