Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: Ruby
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: I Think I Chose the Wrong Class
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Saint Traval was a larger city than I had thought.
Perhaps it felt even larger because the places I had visited before were small cities or slums.
In any case.
Through Revarsen, I was able to hear in detail about what was currently happening in Saint Traval.
Revarsen and I sat in a suitable place, pretending to be travelers while quenching our thirst with beverages.
"A while ago, information came in from the Crusaders' contact. It was a story that demonic items were circulating among the upper class of Saint Traval."
"Demonic items?"
"The exact form wasn't known. But the effects were roughly revealed - they enhanced physical strength or made one's head suddenly smarter. They had effects that were tempting."
"There must have been quite a few people who wanted them."
"Right. The high demand was actually more of a problem. That's why tracking them became difficult. This Baltras Kingdom was completely merit-based. It was a city where the weak were weeded out and the stupid were devoured."
They said that thanks to that competitive atmosphere, the Baltras Kingdom had developed greatly.
In fact, it was difficult to find a nation as developed as the Baltras Kingdom even among alchemists.
However, there were always side effects.
Because it was a highly competitive society, even those in high positions had no choice but to always tremble with anxiety.
As a result, it seemed that demonic power had spread easily.
"There are many who try to become superior to others even if it means selling their souls to demons. Without even knowing how great a danger that is."
I looked around Saint Traval while listening to Revarsen's words.
On the surface, it didn't look much different from other cities, but after hearing her words, I felt like I could see the dark shadow cast beneath the city.
"So I started tracking that mysterious item. I was at a loss since I didn't know its form or exactly what kind of power it had, but by chance I managed to learn the name Baron Moden. Since there was no way to obtain more information in Saint Traval, I headed to Oliton."
"And you got caught?"
"Well, rather than getting caught, I went in on purpose. Though I was flustered because the underground prison was better made than I thought."
So that was why she had been trapped in that underground prison.
A slight question was resolved.
"Still, it wasn't entirely fruitless. I found this."
Revarsen took out a letter from her bosom and showed it.
"I obtained information that their power was similar to brainwashing. It seemed to be magic that enhanced potential by brainwashing."
But it looked strangely familiar.
Even while Revarsen was explaining, I kept my eyes fixed on that letter.
'That... I definitely saw it somewhere... Ah!'
I also took out a letter from my bosom.
Surprisingly, the envelope forms of the two letters were perfectly identical.
Revarsen seemed to realize it too, as her expression changed to something unusual and she asked me.
"They're the same, aren't they? Where... did you find this?"
"On the way into Gilad, I caught a suspicious guy. I found it on him."
"A suspicious guy? Then what about him?"
"He died. Just before being captured, he turned into powder by himself."
"Mm. I know what it is. I've seen something similar before."
Revarsen, who received my letter, examined it carefully.
I asked her.
"Do you know whose it is?"
But she shook her head.
"No. I was investigating. I was stuck at this point. I was attacked while searching for the owner of this stationery. So I fled. To Gilad. Once you hide in Gilad, it's hard to be found."
"So you weren't looking for me."
Revarsen confirmed it.
"I did know you were there, but... I don't know well what kind of person you are, right?"
True.
If she had come looking for me with trust, she wouldn't have been so suspicious when we first talked.
I thought Revarsen probably would have gone to that house even if I hadn't been there.
'Hmm, wait. Then does that mean it flowed according to the original story?'
Even without me, Revarsen hid in Romain's house.
Romain probably would have saved her using a potion.
It seemed that potion was going to be used on Revarsen anyway.
'It's just that the one who bestowed that grace became me instead of Romain.'
Then it was actually beneficial.
I used the potion that would have been used on her, and I gained the favor.
When I was thinking such thoughts.
Revarsen's eyes suddenly changed sharply.
She bowed her head deeply and pointed at someone with her chin.
"That's the guy I mentioned. I was chasing him to find out the source of the letter when I was suddenly attacked."
I also turned only my pupils slightly without showing it.
But I probably would have noticed even if Revarsen hadn't told me.
"He's definitely a demon's minion."
Because the smell was unusual, I couldn't help but notice it easily.
Revarsen was startled when she heard my words.
"So it was right after all... But wait. Why do you know that?"
I smiled slightly and stood up from my seat.
"Your training is insufficient. Let's stop the small talk here and first try chasing that guy."
Revarsen stood up with a dazed face and muttered.
"That's... possible through training? Just finding out by looking at someone's face?..."
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Before long, the sun was slowly setting.
"Is it okay not to inform that friend Diaz?"
Since it had happened so suddenly, Diaz wasn't at this place.
She was moving around looking for lodging.
Since it happened in the meantime, there was no time to call her over.
Still, there wasn't particularly anything to worry about.
"She's skilled enough."
"Hmm. That's impressive trust."
"To be honest, our side is in a more dangerous situation than Diaz."
"That's true. Plus, it feels like we're chasing too recklessly right now. Didn't I say earlier that I was ambushed like this?"
I shook my head at Revarsen's worry.
Right now, I was concentrating all my power on the Third Eye.
Even so, there was no movement caught in my radar network.
Besides, if it was a demon, I would smell it beforehand.
"There's no ambush yet."
"Hmm. Maybe they didn't expect I'd come back already."
That seemed highly likely.
Revarsen's wounds were that deep after all.
Thanks to that, we were able to quietly follow his trail well.
The place we arrived at after following and following was...
"A cemetery?"
After circling around here and there, the place we finally arrived at was a large communal cemetery located on the outskirts of the city.
I looked at Revarsen.
But she only shrugged her shoulders.
"This is my first time chasing this far too."
We had no choice but to follow a little behind and watch.
The minion kept going deeper.
At the end, what we faced was a small cabin.
Revarsen informed me.
"That's... the gravekeeper's dwelling..."
"Does something come to mind?"
"No. Actually, that gravekeeper. I heard he was once suspected of murder in another place. There was information that he was released due to lack of evidence and works as a gravekeeper here..."
Following a demon's minion led to a murderer gravekeeper...
Something felt strange.
"We'll have to approach a bit more."
"Mm."
Holding our breath, we slowly stepped toward that cabin step by step.
My nerves became tense as we gradually got closer.
Finally, we pressed our bodies right under the window of that cabin.
I listened closely to the interior.
It seemed like some conversation was going on inside... but I couldn't hear it clearly.
When I was pondering how to understand their conversation.
Silence...
Suddenly, all sound disappeared in an instant.
Revarsen seemed to feel it too.
I had no choice but to raise my head slightly and look inside.
But really, wasn't there no one inside?
Revarsen, who was watching my face, also raised her head and looked inside.
But naturally, she couldn't see anyone either.
I had to make a decision here.
Should I retreat now?
Or should I go inside completely?
Although I said I came without much preparation, I had brought weapons properly at least.
If I had to point out something, it was the extent that Diaz wasn't here?
'If it's two of them... I can stop them even without Diaz.'
Instead, Revarsen was next to me right now.
Moreover, there was another reason I couldn't retreat.
'If I stop what happens here well... the Great Invasion might be delayed.'
I felt strangely certain.
Was it a feeling created by the Third Eye?
I wasn't sure, but I felt that I would regret it if I missed this timing.
So I slowly opened my mouth.
"If you're going to back out, back out now. I'm planning to go in."
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Creak.
I carefully opened the door and entered the cabin interior.
Revarsen followed in behind me.
When Revarsen heard me say I would go in, she smiled and said she had been wondering what to do if I didn't say that.
We who stepped inside like that.
Definitely felt that something was strange.
"There really is no presence. There's no other door except that door we came through."
Even the window was the only one where Revarsen and I had been just before.
Whether they rose to the sky or sank into the ground.
The answer would be inside here.
Actually, I didn't have a good sense of where to start searching from.
Where would one have such an experience?
Nevertheless, I had something to rely on.
'Anyway, Revarsen's class is Rogue.'
Sure enough.
Her eyes were already different.
Does the appearance of being active in a specialized field really explode with coolness?
'The problem is that it happens to be thievery though...'
To think the day would come when I'd think thievery was cool.
The saying that you never know what will happen in life seemed to fit perfectly.
'Still, this isn't just plain thievery, but doing good deeds like some angel girl somewhere.'
When I was staring intently at Revarsen's back.
She asked while showing her back.
"Why? Do you have something to say?"
...Amazing.
Does she have eyes on the back of her head?
How did she know?
If it weren't for the Third Eye, with pure senses alone, I probably would never be able to follow Revarsen.
Feeling awkwardly embarrassed, I started looking around the room again.
But.
Something strange entered my field of vision as I was roughly scanning.
'This... I saw this a lot in movies and such...?'
I tilted my head and approached the standing coat rack.
Then I called Revarsen.
"Here. There seems to be something strange."
At my voice, she glanced back.
"Did you find something?"
Revarsen approached me.
I pointed at the standing coat rack.
"Here. Doesn't this seem strange?"
"...Well. I'm not sure."
At my question, Revarsen furrowed her brow.
Her expression was as if she genuinely didn't understand what was strange.
"It seems like the paint is particularly peeled off only on this branch."
I pulled that branch slightly.
Then the next moment.
Clank! Rumble rumble...
A door that hadn't existed until now appeared on the wall.
Revarsen's mouth gaped open when she saw that sight.
She seemed quite surprised, as she looked back and forth between me and the hidden door.
"It seems like I chose the wrong class... Rather than a Holy Knight, a Rogue would be more..."
"What?"
"N-no. Never mind if you didn't hear it."
"How boring."
I tilted my head and stepped toward the newly appeared door.