Episode 390
Guido said.
“What do you think about when you shoot an arrow?”
“… … .”
“Do you think strength is important? Instead of going with the flow of the wind, you push against the flow and force it. Why did you get into that habit? If that’s the case, you should have just pushed on. Why do you go with the flow when you’re doing a curve?”
Guido put down his bow.
“Strength and flow, just do one thing at a time. If you can’t find the center and go halfway, you’ll never get out of that level.”
He put the bow he had put down on the stand and turned his head.
“There is a saying, ‘Every stream returns to its original state.’ There is also a saying, ‘A river flows from top to bottom.’ Think about it carefully.”
It was a pretty piercing attack.
When I hear things like that, I usually get angry or something, but Benedict was a little different this time.
He was angry, but it was anger at himself, and he focused everything in his body on Guido.
It’s almost like the attitude of a student learning something from an instructor.
Guido clicked his tongue lightly as if he felt it and continued speaking.
“Someone I respect a lot once said this. Wind is not something to be calculated, it’s something to be overcome. How long are you going to keep calculating?”
Guido turned around after saying those words.
That was the moment.
Kwaaaaang-!!
A loud noise erupts.
It wasn’t like someone attacked Guido or anything.
Benedict was sitting on the floor.
It was a sound coming from his body.
As if some living thing were breaking its shell.
A dazzling halo of light enveloped Benedict’s body, and soon his body was engulfed in gold.
As I said before, only those who know are present here now.
Me, the Master, and Guido, an intermediate master.
The three of us know what that phenomenon is.
It’s up there.
As an intermediate master.
I turned my head with a pleased expression and saw Guido frowning with a puzzled expression.
What kind of volunteer am I?
That’s the look on his face.
I burst out laughing.
* * *
It was absurd.
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The energy of the world tree was sucked away.
So I just played around for a bit to vent my anger, but why did I become an intermediate master?
About 30 minutes passed.
Jack came over and said.
“thanks.”
If it weren’t for that, I might have been really angry.
Guido nodded absentmindedly and sighed.
You have to accept it and give up.
What should I do?
The action has already taken place.
Tch.
“Would you like some elf honey?”
“Okay.”
Guido was a man of great generosity.
I also asked Benedict, who stood up from his seat with a blank expression.
“Human Archer.”
“… … ?”
“Do you like alcohol?”
Benedict nods with a blank expression.
“Have you tried the world wine made from the world tree?”
Benedict answered, still with a blank expression on his face.
“no.”
No, I’m speaking informally… … .
Tch.
“Let’s go get something to eat.”
Benedict said belatedly.
“Ah… … yes.”
As I was walking away, Jack asked.
“But who does the cooking?”
“……huh?”
“The elves haven’t come back yet. Who’s going to cook?”
Guido’s two eyes turned to one place without hesitation.
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Benedict, who was surrounded by golden mana.
Benedict nods immediately.
Since I received a favor, I must repay it.
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“It’s decided.”
* * *
Benedict was a good cook.
As I was eating the boar meat he had brought, Guido, with an anxious expression on his face, asked me like a puppy that needs to poop.
“It’s not that I’m worried, I’m just asking just in case… … .”
“What is it?”
“The World Tree. Can it be restored?”
I ended up laughing hysterically.
You know who the real thugs are.
“It will recover on its own with time anyway. So don’t worry.”
The guy is startled.
“Recovery, is it possible?”
“of course.”
Then he glanced at his teacher.
I guess these guys don’t know.
The World Tree consumes too much intelligence.
So I just let you know.
“Do you know how deep the roots of the World Tree are?”
“I know.”
“What would you do if these conditions were met for the World Tree to be resurrected?”
“What conditions?”
“What if the World Tree is resurrected only after taking the risk that most of the trees in the Elven Forest will disappear or be reduced to less than half their size?”
Guido answered without hesitation.
“I will definitely revive the World Tree.”
“okay?”
“okay.”
“Okay then.”
Than that.
“Where did Ludwig go?”
Ludwig.
It was the name of the palace magistrate.
Then Guido laughs in vain.
“Where is it? It must be running all the way from the land of the orcs to here right now.”
I smiled without knowing what it meant.
Ludwig the Imperial Household.
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Although his position is that of a courtier, his archery skills are at least top tier, and above all, he is a loyal subject who has sworn allegiance to Barbara Guido.
As far as I know, when Quintus assassinated Guido and became king, there was an elf who followed Guido to suicide, and that elf’s name was Ludwig.
I personally really liked the requiem he sang before he committed suicide.
Should I say that a feeling of sadness welled up in my empty heart?
I feel a bit bad saying this, but it was so impressive that it brought a little tear to my eyes when I heard it.
I wanted to see it in person once, but it’s too bad.
“Rather than that, since we’re on the subject, how about staying for a few days?”
At those words, I just shook my head.
“Once you’ve eaten, that’s it.”
As I said before, I want to show the world to you, Master.
Starting from the Elf Village on the continent map, if you go clockwise, you will come across the Harpy territory in order, followed by the Orc territory.
And in the middle of these three territories, there is the dwarven territory and the vampire territory, and below those two territories, there is the troll territory, and we have already visited three of them.
It’s going to take a while for our Charlotte to stay in bed, but by my calculations, it’ll be exactly five days, and I think she’ll come to her senses after that.
During those five days, I plan to visit the Harpies and then the Orcs, which will complete my tour of the Demon Forest.
This is a perfect travel plan.
I stood up from my seat and extended my hand to my teacher.
“Would you like to go?”
The teacher smiles and nods.
[Let’s go.]
Then, he took my hand so naturally.
I always feel this, but our teacher’s hands are warm.
I also ended up smiling at the warm touch that put my heart at ease.
Strangely, I feel like I’ve been laughing a lot more lately.
Is it because only good things happen?
* * *
I was walking with my teacher.
Saxony was following behind, but interestingly enough, Benedict was not there.
Before leaving Guido’s house, the guy came to me and said.
‘Your Majesty, may I stay here for a few days?’
‘why?’
‘… … It’s a personal desire. I want to grow a little more.’
I’ve said it dozens of times, but I’m broad-minded.
I nodded with a heart wider than the Black Sea.
‘Thank you. And I would like to bring a few elves as instructors for the Archery Department. Is that okay?’
‘Why? Are you confident that you can do it?’
It was almost like a post-apocalyptic world, with no sign of life other than our group, so Benedict couldn’t talk to any other elf besides Guido.
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But I still want to bring it.
‘No matter how much I think about it, it seems like elf skills are worth learning. Even though they are a race that has survived by holding a bow, it will definitely be helpful.’
I allowed this too.
‘Do whatever you want, you’re the dean. When will you be back?’
‘… I will return before the National Foundation Day.’
‘Okay, good luck.’
That’s how I broke up with Benedict.
As we were walking and looking at the surrounding scenery, the teacher asked us.
[Are you really not going to ascend to the throne?]
I can feel Saxon behind me pricking up his ears.
hmm.
“Even if I want to, I can’t.”
[Because I have to go to the Eastern Continent?]
“yes.”
The Master, who had been silent for a long time, spoke as the sight of clouds crossing the mountains unfolded.
[It will be a shocking founding ceremony in many ways. A founding ceremony of a country without a king… … So, have you thought about the national flag?]
“Yes. I will carve a skull and a dragon on a black background.”
[Skull and dragon? And black background?]
I felt Saxon, who was behind me, open his mouth.
No, I turned around briefly, as if to say, “What kind of crazy guy would design a national flag like that?”, and the guy quickly turned his head away to avoid my gaze.
[The skull probably represents you and me as necromancers, the dragon represents Cell, and the black background… … I think it means that it maintains its original color no matter what color is applied to it. Is that correct?]
“yes.”
[It’s a simple but clear meaning. Well, what’s important about the national flag? What’s really important is the people who belong to that national flag.]
It was at that time that I was walking around smiling like that.
Were we walking briskly?
On the other side, numerous elves were seen.
Then, without realizing it, I found myself laughing awkwardly.
I feel bad for no reason because I used teleportation magic to gather them all in one place and then pretended not to know what happened after that.
But what can I do?
I just laughed.
* * *
Ludwig Schütz.
He was the courtier of the Elf Kingdom and the composer of numerous songs. He was writing something down in the notebook he was holding as if possessed.
Square, square.
That was the only sound that could be heard inside the carriage.
What was being written down in the notebook was the musical score.
A very careful score.
At the same time, Ludwig’s mind was replaying the moment he had seen the night before, so impressive, so overwhelming, so unforgettable, so almost engraved on his head.
Jack Valantier.
And Valentine Milos was by his side.
The peak of the past and the peak of the present.
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The priest transcends generations and rules the times… … .
Inspiration comes to me in waves.
Then it stopped for a moment.
This is the music score I am writing now.
I felt this as I kept reviewing the flow in my head, and no matter how I looked at it, it was similar to a requiem.
“Hmm.”
Inspiration is inspiration, but strangely enough, I should say it’s lacking.
I’m not a big fan of religion, but no matter how I look at it, I think a hymn would suit me better than a requiem.
Then I realized.
Why do I praise him?
Laughter erupted.
That was it.
What does that matter?
As a musician, if inspiration strikes and you want to write something, that’s it.
Again Ludwig’s hands began to draw the musical score.
The hands did not stop.
As he continued to write, his hand stopped for a moment as if he sensed something.
Should I say that I feel the gaze?
As soon as I took my eyes off the note and turned my head to the side.
“Huh-!”
Kuung.
He ended up falling backwards in a terrible way.
The man who had his face sticking out of the carriage window asked.
“Ludwig, right?”
