How to Survive as a Player Chapter 91

#91

“Jeonghan, today is the day you go around the tower, right?”

A man who became a vassal of a fisherman. The man who stood out enough for the heroes to be wary of ended up becoming a vassal, but he was lacking in many things and could not be used to his full potential. But the heroes valued his uprightness more than anything else.

He will never betray Lord. The heroes trained him with just that.

“It’s showing scary growth, so don’t worry, Lord.”

“no… Well, rather than growth… I hope everyone gets along well. Of course, it would be good to become stronger, but more than that, I want everyone to get along without any problems. Relying on each other, huh? “If you have any difficulties, please tell me.”

“… “I hope you eat a lot.”

Euncheong’s gaze calmly sank. Rod didn’t know that his fists on his knees were about to be worn out from a lot of patience.

“haha… okay. Starting today, I will eat one more bowl at a time. Oh yeah. Now that I remember, let’s eat together.”

Thin fingers seemed to float in the air, and then something appeared in both hands. It was a snack I was familiar with. No, it was a snack that I had heard a lot about through rumors.

“I brought it from the banquet. “It was delicious.”

I could feel his love in his white smile. In fact, the food he gave was not tasty food for the Black Heavenly Clan to eat. The type of food that each race could eat was limited, so each empire had its own set of foods that were suitable and not suitable.

And the snacks their Lord brought were mixed with spices that were not suitable for the Black Heavenly Clan. This was the first time to confirm the truth of the rumor that had been spreading, but like all the vassals, the heroes accepted it in silence.

Eat the food the road gives you with your heart. It was a comment added after the rumor.

Renshis looked down at the nice-looking cookie in his hand. Rod’s appearance was full of anger as he ate it, wondering if it was delicious. Everyone knew that Black Heavenly Clan food was not suitable for Lord.

The fact that you can’t eat it unless you purify it.

At least we could eat fish caught from the water, but that was limited. This was due to the ecosystem influenced by the characteristics of the Black Empire.

Nevertheless, the heroes could not hide their gratitude at the expression of the king’s expressionless attitude. I was wondering if the constant drying out was due to the food ingredients, so even the Grand Duke of this time was trying to airlift food ingredients from other empires.

When I took a bite of the cookie, a foul taste came to me. It tasted like the watery porridge full of bloody smell that was eaten in the past during wars.

I was used to it. Still, it was different.

As I was immersed in my thoughts, I sensed another figure approaching quickly from afar. There was a high possibility that it was another hero. Judging from the speed, I guessed it was Gael or Fen. Perhaps everyone senses Lord’s presence like a ghost and leaves their training behind.

The other heroes seemed to have noticed as well, and their gaze towards the entrance to the training ground was not positive. Rod didn’t know yet.

While looking at the rod, Renshis suddenly remembered the folded paper in his arms.

That day was also a windy day. It was the first time Renshith allowed Lord to trust him, and it was also the time when he made up his mind to become a hero.

The same paper that Lenshis had handed out to all the kings was also handed out to Sehyeon. It was an obligatory attitude, an action that barely attempted to appease the emptiness.

It was not an act of hope. Without even the slightest expectation, I imagined just sweeping it into my hand like I usually do. however-

[It looks like Ren was loved a lot.]

It was different. The smile that appeared on her faint face was like that, and the way she looked at her note endlessly was also like that.

He was different from the previous kings who were indifferent, and he looked different from the countless people who waved their hands and turned away saying they couldn’t read.

The joy of that time. The feeling that came to me and was blocked. Renshis found himself trembling.

‘Can read… ‘Are you there?’

[ah… Are you illiterate? I can read it to you. I’ll read it to you.]

It was an eon. At the end of the road that took countless turns, Renshis finally heard the meaning of the words.

It was a sentence that tightened his heart as much as the thorny path he had walked.

I still couldn’t forget the voice that penetrated my head. It was a moment when the tears she had been holding back soaked her entire body.

The moment I died on the battlefield, shedding tears of despair, was only then washed away. A reward big enough to pay all the costs was written on that small note.

Renshis put the snack in his mouth again. It was disgusting. Still, it was delicious. There was a cookie in his hand again.

Looking at that, Renshis chuckled. Perhaps it was because the voice at that time lingered in my ear, or because the fingertips that passed through my hand were warm, but an inexplicable thirst arose again.

It must be a deficiency.

The more deficient the vassals were, the more they stood out for their skills here. The heroes of today are people whose thirst and deficiency is so deep that it is useless to fill it.

Maybe that’s why everyone hoped for it every moment. Lord’s touch that quenches this thirst for a moment.

Renshis put the cookie in his mouth again. I closed my eyes and the voice in my memory calmly came to life. The sweet and excited voice that recited the letter.

[Make sure to live… And let’s meet again. To my beloved hero, Ren.]

It was a phrase written on a faded note. It was proof that someone loved him.

Attached to Renshis’s waist were gauntlets that were incomparably better than those he had used in the past. He remembered memories that seemed to have passed one day, and it was a weapon that his Lord had given him as a gift with his name engraved on it.

A sense of déjà vu filled me.

‘Lord, I hope this letter is addressed to you. Like the archduke’s dream.’

A world without death. The heroes knew and recognized that this was their last life. Everyone had already sensed that the man in front of them would quench their thirst.

The moment the cookie melted in my mouth, the wind blew again. It was a cool enough wind to make you feel peaceful. And it was a moment when the devastation was forgotten.

It was also a day when Rod’s hand touched my heart.

Abduction 2.

The top of Behia’s castle tower was covered with a bitter cold as the sun set. The wind so cold that it froze my fingertips reminded me of winter. The harsh and barren land located in the northern part of the world they lived in.

Euncheong was an orphan who was born and raised there. Every moment, I suffered from hunger and cold. Euncheong was only twelve years old when she fled the northern region to survive, suffering from starvation.

Most of those who came out holding hands ended up suffering from starvation and death before they even left the northern region. Euncheong was destined to do the same.

If Sang-San, who was struggling with his wheels buried in the snow, hadn’t found him.

Squeak-

The quiet eyes that had been following the cold moonlight turned towards the door where the noise was coming from. There was an archduke with Lord’s body odor on him. It was something that was done every night, as a custom. What he does is fix Rod’s wings.

“Grand Duke, it looks like you are very heartbroken.”

“It is done.”

The Archduke cut off the conversation with a dry reply. There was no way he didn’t know that Rod was heartbroken over what had happened during the day. Because the archduke was the one who gave the cause.

During the day, a big fight broke out between the Archduke and the Lord over the treatment of his vassals. It was because the vassals who had just crossed over from the dimensional gate postponed their assigned work and refused instructions. The Grand Duke held them guilty and the Lord supported them.

It was a clear difference in position.

The Lord insisted that the new vassals needed time to adjust, but the Archduke’s position was different. He had no choice but to do so. They were people who had been in and out of the dungeon ‘before’ because they frequently refused instructions. The Archduke as well as the heroes knew well that if left unattended, they would return angry.

Because I’ve been through it countless times.

This was the reason why the Grand Duke was not generous to his vassals. The heroes understood the Lord’s feelings, but followed the Archduke’s wishes. This was because he knew that the Archduke’s decision was made through numerous trials and errors.

Therefore, even as the gap between Lord and the Archduke deepened, the heroes were unable to defend either side. The relationship between the Grand Duke and the Lord had a great influence on the vassals, so he couldn’t go out without caution.

It was like that then too. The day Rod’s absence began, long before the day of choice arrived. Even then, the heroes could do nothing.

From the day Lord stopped visiting this place, the Archduke changed and began to eat away at himself horribly.

His steps were not light. Because the future of all his vassals depended on his every step, he lived and acted with everyone’s burden on his shoulders. That was the Archduke.

However, the Archduke still could not escape that life. My relationship with Rod was always one-sided. Lord’s affection was always excessive, but he was always struggling because the Archduke’s hunger was not enough to devour it. He gave constantly, but was constantly eaten.

Is it a thirst that can be satisfied? I’m still thirsty like this, but will there really be an end?

As I cultivated my five senses, I heard quiet breathing coming from beyond the door. It was the sound of Rod breathing deeply. Euncheong’s gaze fell on the floor where the cold light lingered.

The sound of the archduke’s footsteps moving away brought back a distant memory. Euncheong immediately closed his eyes.

As my vision darkened, as always, bitter memories came back. Those were the days when Rod’s absence was ominously unfamiliar.