Episode 44. Old colleague
The evening of the third day after coming down from the tower.
Just as I was about to leave the mansion, a driver from the main house came by.
“This is a message from Lois.”
He handed me a red letter.
Deacon Devery noticed and sent everyone in the room out.
Of course, everyone was there except me, so they emptied the room, including me.
‘Red Letter.’
This is not conveyed to anyone.
An object used only to tell a story that is treated as an epitaph on a special occasion or under special circumstances.
I began to carefully open the letter.
Tsk.
As I tore off the end of the red seal with the cross, the symbol of the Strange family, bit by bit, I heard a whisper inside.
This is a letter delivered through ‘voice’ rather than ‘letter’ created with the power of spirits. The recorded content spoke for itself.
Sigh.
As I took out the plain paper from the bag, I heard a rough male voice.
“If you want war. “Make a cause.”
A strong voice mixed with firm determination.
It was a voice similar to my father’s, but different.
This is because I am afraid that the contents of the letter may be leaked out. A message was made through someone else’s mouth.
It is said that some advanced alchemists have the skill to take away that power with just their voice, so they probably used this method out of concern about that.
‘Is all you need is a cause?’
I confirmed my father’s message and at the same time burned the letter in the candlelight.
Grumbling.
As the letter burned, the voice became weaker.
The small spirits, like flies on paper, could not withstand the heat and ran away one by one.
I blew away the spirits with my mouth and burned all the remaining paper.
Hwareuk.
“Your father knows everything.”
Curtains and shadows wriggled and rose.
Shhh-
Kangradra appeared from within, bowed his head deeply and answered.
“Strange’s information network is the best on the continent. “You probably noticed it when Marquis Pierre was preparing to play with potions.”
Well, there are a few people on the continent who bear Strange’s name, so if you mess around with potions, they won’t be the first to stay quiet.
“Are you curious about the contents of the letter?”
“A little bit. Is this something you can tell me?”
“Yes, I think I would like Mr. Kangrada to solve this problem.”
“Do you mean me?”
I answered by burning the paper and placing the remaining spirits on the back of my hand.
“If you want war, create a justification.”
“War, cause… … .”
Kangradra rolled his eyes from top to bottom and then answered with an expression of realization.
“So you’re saying you’ll end up with Bourbon in Strange?”
“If I want.”
“Do you want it?”
“any.”
“any?”
“I want to kill Marquis Pierre. “I don’t want to handle it with my own hands.”
Of course, I would feel relieved if I could take them down myself.
But what can we gain from fighting them in this situation? Even if the beginning and end are set, the process will not be smooth.
A fight between lords would definitely be a large-scale war, and if that were the case, there would be great military damage to both formations, but there would be no merit.
It would be easier and cleaner to send an assassin to cut off the enemy’s head.
‘of course.’
Strange, who values chivalry, would not do such a thing.
‘What should I do?’
In a previous life, the Bourbons were taken down by Glazer, not us.
As a result, wizards gained financial freedom and later created the ultimate form of mana called the ‘Philosopher’s Stone.’
Of course, that year, the emperor destroyed the ‘Glazer’ on the pretext of killing the Marquis Pierre.
By declaring a mobilization order across the continent based on our Strange.
‘okay.’
That’s the problem.
In fact, if my father steps forward, it would be no problem to erase Bourbon’s name from the map.
However, unlike in the past life, if the Emperor joins hands with Glaser and tries to eliminate Strange, the impact will be beyond what we can prevent.
“Kangradra, may I ask you a slightly unreasonable request?”
“… … “Please don’t say anything.”
“Do you know how to use mana?”
“yes.”
“Then what about magic?”
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Gangradra burned a blue flame on his palm with a hesitant expression.
Hwareuk.
“It is possible up to 3 circles. However, the spells I use are closer to ‘sorcery’ than ‘magic’, so their power is not very good.”
“That’s enough.”
“Is that enough?”
“Yes, all you have to do is show the magic.”
“What do you mean by that?”
I held up the blue cannabis on the desk and said to him.
“A vassal of the Marquis Pierre said he was looking for someone who supplied ingredients for advanced potions to the top beastmen. “They still don’t know our identities.”
“… … .”
“Then, in this situation, after Mr. Kangrada appeared in front of them and said that he was a supplier to the top of the Beast Man tribe. “What would happen if I threatened the Marquis de Pierre’s vassal with magic?”
“… No way, Bourbon and Glaser-”
“Can I leave it to you?”
Gangradra swallowed his saliva.
He clenched his fists and thought for a moment, then nodded briefly.
“Please leave it to me.”
Dark clouds hang low.
Raindrops began to fall.
I feel a storm coming.
I walked to the adventurer’s coffin with Cynthia’s party.
This time, there is something I need to prepare with them before going to the tower.
“what? “You want us to get an S-class request?”
Cynthia made a shocked expression.
Her reaction was very natural.
In ‘Adventurer’s Pavilion’, if you fail a request, you are responsible for it. In the case of S-class requests, if you do not succeed, you often have to risk your life.
“okay.”
“I will not. No, I can’t. Do you know what happens if you fail an S-class request?”
“What happens?”
Instead of her, Cynthia’s party member, Pigtail, popped his face and answered.
“Not long ago, a knight with the qualifications of a sword master went missing in the East. His name is ‘Monestier’.”
“Monestier?”
It’s a name I’ve heard a lot somewhere.
“Yes, Baron Monestier. “It was a knight with the nickname ‘Blue Dog.’”
Listening dog? This is also a nickname I have heard a lot about. However, I don’t think he’s someone I’ve seen a lot of since I don’t immediately picture him in my head.
“so?”
The ponytail raised his glasses with his index finger.
“Before he disappeared, an S-class request failed. “I warned you at the adventurer’s coffin, but it ended up being an unreasonable request!”
“Are you saying that if I fail the request, I will use the adventurer’s coffin?”
“you’re right. “The people they hired called the Jet Black Seven are coming to visit.”
This is my first time hearing this story.
Of course, you may not know because you have never failed a request in your past life. Still, there’s no way I, who successfully completed an SSS-level request, wouldn’t have heard this information.
‘of course.’
I know that if I fail, I could die. However, this would be a case where the request is handled by the client who entrusted it, not by those sent by the Adventurer’s Pavilion.
I sat slouched in my chair and answered while looking through the request form hanging on the corner of the wall of the tavern.
“You made two promises to me.”
“promise?”
“One is the climb with the tower that I suggested to Cynthia. The other is the companionship of an existing party member that Cynthia suggested to me.”
“that… … Right?”
“Then what should we do to ensure that the two promises are fulfilled in this situation?”
The ponytail caught Cynthia’s eye. He understood what he meant, but kept his mouth shut.
Without waiting for an answer, I pointed to the S-class request form and continued.
“The chance of failure is extremely low, so don’t worry and take it. The name of the request is ‘Devil Horns’ Collection.”
Cynthia came in with her pigtails shaved and asked.
“How do you know that the probability of failure is low?”
“I tried it.”
“You tried it?”
“Okay, that request. “I tried it before.”
Of course, it was a past life.
“… … okay?”
“okay.”
“Is the request the same?”
“Same. And don’t ask any more. This is not a request, it is an order. “You all risked your lives when you climbed the tower anyway, right?”
Alfredo came between us, his brow furrowed.
“Hey kid. “What did you say just now?”
“I said it was an order.”
“You are ordering us?
“Are you dissatisfied?”
He made eye contact with me, then suddenly turned his head towards Cynthia and said,
“No, if it’s an order, you have to listen. Cynthia what are you doing? “Let’s go quickly and get the request.”
Cynthia let out a long sigh.
“Then let me ask you one last question. “Why are you trying to accept requests when you’re climbing the tower?”
“To get a reward in the next trial, you need the requested item.”
“compensation?”
“The explanation ends here. “Please accept the request.”
Cynthia glared at me for a while, and then, as if she couldn’t resist, she and the party went to find the tavern master.
‘I can’t help it.’
Because a promise is a promise.
Boom, boom boom!
There was the sound of a desk falling loudly and a chair being thrown.
“I have no idea who you are. “If you lose the game, pay, pay!”
The inside of the tavern became noisy.
In the meantime, I heard a familiar voice.
“Oh, I’ll pay you back!” I’m Strange, Strange. Sword, alcohol, name, a. Strange produces the strongest swordsman!”
bang!
‘Strange?’
I walked from the corner to the noisy center where people were gathered.
There, people were spread out in a circle, as if forming a fighting arena. As I squeezed in between the adventurers, I saw two men in an empty circular space.
One is a brown-haired dwarf with a beard long enough to reach his navel.
And the other one appears to be around the same age as Cynthia.
A young man with countless scars on his face, wearing Strange’s signature red cross-patterned cape.
‘no way.’
“My name is Monestier de Strange. “I will bring you the money as soon as I return to my castle, so please wait a moment!”
I was astonished.
A little while ago, when the ponytail was talking, it was a bit vague, but I remembered it the moment I saw his face.
A collateral heretic who carries Strange’s name.
Although he was as talented as his immediate descendants, he was always treated as someone who did not exist in the family because he could not be contacted.
‘Monestière de Strange.’
The guy was struggling with Auror control shackles on both hands.
“Pay back, pay back, you f*cking bastards! So how much is it all together?”
The dwarf held out a thick hand.
“2 gold pieces.”
“huh? Have I lost that much?”
“So, you said Strange, right? Since he doesn’t have any money, I think he’s from a collateral background. “If you don’t pay me back, I will tell my family.”
“… … .”
“You’re doing this in Strange’s name. “Then not only you but your entire family will be decapitated?”
A brown dwarf has taken your family hostage. Monestier waved his hand with an embarrassed expression.
“Well, that’s all.”
“Then pay me back.”
“Then let’s do it this way. I will quickly solve the request and get the money. “Just wait until then.”
“how much?”
“one month.”
“I’ll give it a week.”
“one week? “No, that’s too short!”
“Do you know what happens if you don’t get the money by then?”
One side was smiling with a mean expression, and the other side was crying as if they were about to die.
‘It’s money.’
I took two gold coins out of my pocket and put them between them.
“Two gold coins, I’ll pay you back.”
Monestier.
At the price of your life.
fantasy,
