◈ 355. [Side Story] Sin Born in the World (2)
In the game, the hero characters interact with each other and build affinity.
Occupational characteristics were often reflected in their relationship with each other, but the occupational group that gained favor among allies the fastest was probably the healer priest.
Because it heals the wounded wounds of allies.
Then the tanker.
Since it is a job group that sacrifices itself by receiving attacks from allies instead, it was a structure that the favorability of the tanker could not help but rise from the viewpoint of the protected hero character.
So, in the game, the second most popular character class after the healer was the tanker.
I used to have a friendly relationship with other hero characters.
However, the lepers were different.
[Leprosy], a negative trait they had, affected their combat performance, but it had a bigger impact on their interpersonal relationships.
No matter how hard they tanked and protected their allies with their bodies, it was close to impossible to build a friendly relationship.
Still, from my point of view as a user, it didn’t matter.
Performance was my top priority in the game, so I didn’t feel a big problem and used Leper Slayer moderately.
However, now that the game has become a reality, I am now realizing the fatal disadvantage of [Leprosy].
It’s the Leprosy Slayer who took the lead in tanking and fighting exemplaryly in all battles over the past ten days… … Even in the temple where he came to heal his injuries, he was a target of avoidance by his allies.
Even in spite of the injuries sustained while protecting that ally.
“Thank you for caring about a guy like me. majesty. And the Grand Duke.”
Torkel muttered as he waited for his turn in the corner of the temple, insisting on being treated on the last turn.
“But out of momentary compassion, don’t get too close to us… … . The heavenly punishment is transferred.”
“It’s a thousand punishment… … .”
“It’s a thousand bees. How many sins had she committed against the goddess, how could she live like this?”
I tried to offer words of comfort to Thorkell, but swallowed it.
He is a person who has suffered from this disease all his life and has lived in pain.
My clumsy consolation may rather be words that open up more wounds to him.
“You tried to be born again without repenting for all your sins, so the goddess punished you.”
As blood dripped from his wounded body, Torkel muttered impassively.
“Because we were born into this world, it is a sin… … .”
It was then.
“I’m sorry for talking.”
There was a sound of dragging a cart containing medical instruments, and a healer came next to us with a tired face.
“Because the Goddess isn’t that kind of a nerd?”
It was Saint Marherita.
As if she had been overworked today, she approached with a tired face and growled annoyedly.
“What kind of punishment is brought to the current life for the sins of the previous life… … Because it’s all made up by people? Our Goddess is not so narrow-minded.”
“… … .”
Torkel, who was embarrassed, stuttered and asked.
“Does the doctrine say so?”
“I am saying this because there is no such mention in the doctrine. You are a god, but would you be free enough to plant a disease on each person with such resentment?”
Taking out bandages and medicine bottles from the cart, Marherita pointed her finger at Thorkell.
“No, and! You said that those with the most serious injuries should be treated first. Mr Thorkell. Why do you always hide in a corner and get treatment at the end? If the wound gets worse like this, only my work will increase. Can’t you see that I have a lot of work?”
“… … It’s not a serious injury.”
“No, it’s an asshole. If anyone else had been hurt this much, they would have lost consciousness by now and been carried over there. What are the puddles of blood under your feet? Are we priests going to have to clean this again?”
“… … .”
“Don’t campaign for being strong, and from next time on, come in the first order. all right?”
Thorkell did not answer.
Marherita sprayed, bandaged, and administered healing magic to Thorkell’s injuries with a rough and savage but precise hand.
After the treatment for her injuries was over, Marherita wiped the sweat from her forehead and nodded.
“Take off your helmet. It looks like you’re hurt inside too.”
“… … .”
“You want me to take off your helmet?”
“That, there, the helmet… … not… … .”
As Thorkel hesitated until the end, Marherita widened her eyes fiercely.
“I’m busy! off! hurry!”
Dusk Bringer and I, who were watching this scene, hugged each other and trembled like an aspen tree.
I’m afraid of God… … .
“… … .”
Hesitantly, Thorkell raised his hand and slowly took off his helmet.
From the side of me and Dusk-Bringer, I could only see the back of his head, but I could clearly see his discolored and discolored skin.
Marherita treated the wounds on the top of his head and behind his ears, frowning.
When the treatment was almost over, Thorkell asked quietly.
“Isn’t it terrible?”
“Yes.”
“… … .”
“It always is. Treating injured people is always horrible.”
After finishing the treatment, Marherita said calmly, wiping her blood-stained hands on her apron.
“There are only two kinds of people to me. The injured, the better.”
“… … .”
“To be honest, Mr. Thorkell. I don’t care about your skin at all. Every day I treat the wounded whose bones and entrails have been torn apart under the skin. I live every day seeing something far worse than your skin disease.”
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Looking straight into Thorkel’s eyes, Marherita spat out ferociously.
“So, I don’t know how many times I’ve been saying this already, but from now on, if the injury is serious, please come to receive treatment first. Please don’t make me double my terrible work.”
drooling-
Marherita’s gaze reached me as she was pulling a cart and heading inside the temple. A look of doubt crossed the saintess’ face.
“Your Highness the Prince. Where did you come from being sick?”
“No, I’m fine, but that… … In case you don’t know, go check it out… … .”
“… … .”
“… … I came, but the temple looked busy, haha. I’ll just go back, saintess.”
Responding shyly, I poked Dusk Bringer with my elbow.
‘You came here for no reason because of the Archduke!’
‘I-would have known that the atmosphere would be like this!’
As we were doing this, Marherita came out in a stern voice and rebuked Dusk Bringer.
“You know the person who declared the wartime system in Crossroads. Now, this place is nothing more than a field hospital… … If there are no special symptoms, it would be better to postpone the checkup to a later date.”
“I’m sorry… … .”
“If you’re still worried, ask Damian. Or you can call the doctor from the ecliptic. It would be nice if you could supplement the manpower here.”
Marherita gave a rough nod with a tired face and then disappeared inside with the cart.
“… … .”
“… … .”
I continued to poke Dusk Bringer’s side with my elbow.
Dusk Bringer flinched to the side, saying ‘I’m sorry-‘.
“… … .”
Meanwhile, Thorkel sat still where the treatment was finished and slowly put on his helmet.
“… … Unless it is because of the sin of being born into this world.”
Under the helm, his hoarse voice was more muted and muffled than before.
“Then why did I get this disease? If it’s not a punishment from God, what kind of cause and effect are you suffering like this?”
“… … .”
“I’m sorry for worrying you. majesty. dismissal. Let’s go.”
Torkel nodded, then limped and walked out of the temple.
Standing inside the empty temple, Dusk Bringer and I let out a sigh at the same time.
“Whoa~”
“Haaa… … .”
Dusk Bringer, who had been biting his lips bitterly, looked up at me and said.
“It is difficult.”
“Isn’t it?”
The original world is like that.
It’s a difficult law for those who are thinking about it.
If my enemies and people with leprosy were all mistaken for being born into this world.
So, if we end it by declaring that it is a target to be eliminated and suppressed. The world would be easy.
But the world isn’t that simple.
So you have to think about it. Even if we don’t reach the right answer and get lost, we are still human because we worry.
‘It’s so extravagant… … .’
In front of the waves of monsters that are about to come, you are worrying about this.
It was truly human, and I laughed bitterly.
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same time.
The heart of the Lake Kingdom. District 8 War Zone.
Built like a large stadium, it was originally a facility for the residents of the Lake Kingdom to watch various intense sports.
The goblin army was using this place as a base. Because there were so many of them, other places besides this one were also occupied.
But today, here in Warzone, it was empty.
It was because they were about to start moving their troops towards the main gate of the Lake Kingdom for dispatch.
In the middle of the empty stadium, the Goblin God King, Kali-Alexandre, was contemplating the tactics of this war.
A few of his bodyguards stayed with him to escort him.
《50,000.》
Finally, after repeating the number of corps he would command this time, Carly-Alexandre spat out briefly.
《… … Enemies.”
At its peak, the number of goblin corps led by Kali-Alexandre approached one million.
It united the greenskins of the entire continent and laid waste to the west of the world. Many countries have collapsed and many species have become extinct.
Although 50,000 was not a small army, it was true that it was inferior compared to that time.
《Genga said he would give a ‘large army of unprecedented scale’ while giving only 50,000. The King of Kings.”
To the Demon King, goblins are just goblins after all.
He must have thought that 50,000 was a lot of command for a ‘only goblin king’.
《Don’t you take off ‘Kali-‘ when you call your name, don’t you think you look down on your ability as a commander… … .》
Carly-Alexandre sighed lightly.
《The King of Kings seems to underestimate the capabilities of our corps.》
Still, however, loyal.
It is also unmistakably true that the devil gave him a second chance.
‘How to use these 50,000 lives… … ?’
Unlike other kaiju corps, where each one is elite, the goblin corps are a mass offensive corps that pushes with numbers.
The lives of the legion members are bullets and spear points. The strength of the Goblin Legion comes from generously changing the lives of the Goblins.
50,000 might be enough to break the defense line guarded by the guardians of public interest.
However, Kali-Alexandre’s objective was not at all to capture the defensive line.
‘It’s not enough to conquer the world.’
The long-cherished wish of an unfulfilled race.
To resume a halted conquest in the western lands.
That was Kali-Alexander’s purpose as the leader of the goblin race.
From the beginning, the monster front guarded by Ash was only an obstacle to pass through, but it was definitely not the final goal.
‘After breaking through the defense line, go north, and gather the greenskins remaining in Inse under your command… … By the time we reach the northern end of the world, we will be able to restore the prestige of the Legion.’
like an invading army.
Carly-Alexandre was determined to supply supplies, expand troops, and do it in the field.
To do so, you must first cross the castle wall guarded by the guardian of the royal family… … Calli-Alexandre began to subdivide the formation of 50,000 soldiers for an effective invasion.
It was then.
Quaang-!
The stadium’s main gate was shattered and fell in all directions.
A frightened goblin guard pointed their spears at it, and Carly-Alexandre raised her eyes in wonder.
《Kurr. Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
It was a gigantic, green-skinned monster that appeared with a monstrous laugh.
A gigantic orc wearing armor with spikes all over his muscular body and carrying a large pillar as a weapon on his back.
It was the Orc Emperor, ‘Tantrum’ Daimak.
In both of his hands, the head of the goblin guard guarding the entrance to the base was held.
Kwajik!
When Daimak gave strength to his hands, the heads of the two goblins screaming in pain shattered.
The orc emperor laughed cruelly, threw the corpse away, and smeared the blood on his lips.
Carly-Alexandre asked calmly.
“What’s going on here, Dymark? I would have entrusted you with the task of stopping the ‘nameless one’.”
<<Krukreuk… … Alexander. Can’t you see?”
rumble… … !
Orcs poured in through the open door. All of them were sturdy warriors several times larger than the goblins.
In no time, Calli-Alexander and the SS were surrounded. The orc emperor smiled, raising his tusks.
《It’s a rebellion, weak bone god king!》
《… … I have been given command of this invasion of the royal family by the King of Kings. If you hit me like this, the King of Kings will not forgive you.”
《Kurrure! sound you don’t know The King of Kings always turned a blind eye to us dying and killing each other!”
thud!
Daimak lightly swung the huge pole he had carried on his back and slammed it down to the ground. Then the Orc Emperor roared wildly.
《I will kill you on the spot, and I will become the ruler of the greenskins! And I will lead this invasion of royalties!”
《… … .》
“You goblins are the mold of the world. They are scum born from the dregs left after the gods molded us orcs! You have no warriors, no Warsongs, no festivals, no honor! Just like savage bastards who set the world on fire by pushing numbers!”
It was absurd to hear that the Orcs were savage, but it was true.
The goblin had nothing.
He, the God King, ordered them to dress in the style of the old western human kingdoms and carry weapons, but most goblins did not understand the meaning of all this. just follow orders
Barbarians who don’t even have the culture of the Orcs.
It was a goblin. If the god-king himself disappeared, it was a race that would return to a state inferior to that of the Stone Age in an instant, and it actually happened that way.
“Today I will kill you, and I will straighten the ranks between the Orcs and Goblins.”
Daimak roared and started running forward.
《Goblin! You were born into a race of sinners! Now, serve as slaves to us orcs until the end of the world and the eons of time pass!”
“Being born is a sin… … .》
Callie-Alexandre stood up and drew the scimitar from her waist.
“It’s a phrase I hear often.”
The Goblin God King muttered cynically.
《… … I didn’t even want to be born here.”
The blade of the Goblin God King collided with the column of the Orc Emperor.
Then, a civil war between the greenskins began.
