The World After Leaving the Hero Party

35 – Surprisingness – 2

“ah…”

Claire, who seemed to have noticed the meaning of my smile, lowered her head with a pale face. But that’s only for a moment. She clenched her fists.

“There will be a day when you will need me, us…?”

“Okay.”

“You always said that. You don’t know the world.”

This world is a world with many variables. There can’t be anything that can’t happen. It’s basic, and I was able to see people firing shotguns on keyboards on You Tube.

That’s why I always talked about it when I went around with the warrior party kids.

You don’t know what happens in the world, and you don’t know when something will happen, so prepare thoroughly.

I didn’t know you would use that word…

“Well. Certainly not.”

“right?”

Claire took a step closer to me. Then he looked straight up at me and declared with clenched fists.

“Someday… someday definitely.”

Will that day ever come?

Of course, I couldn’t say 100% no. I did all the things that might require a warrior’s party by roasting and boiling somehow during the main story, but I didn’t know that I might have to get help from the warrior’s party because things got twisted.

Still, since I’m a deceased person, I’ve prepared myself, so in a way, this could be said to be a match between me and the warrior party.

And, I’ve never lost a game like this.

“That grit. I like it.”

“Huh? Heh. Hehe…”

“But I won’t forgive you if you disturb me.”

If you interfere with my achievements in order to reestablish a relationship, that day is your enemy.

When I said it with all my heart, Claire swallowed and nodded slightly.

okay. That’s it.

I patted Claire on the shoulder and continued collecting crystal grass, and Claire hesitated and started collecting crystal grass next to me.

“I don’t need any help.”

“I’m just gathering on my own.”

“I see.”

That’s how the collection of nearby crystal grass ended. It was enough to fill a bag, so I got up right away, and Claire held out the bag containing the crystal grass she had gathered, handed it to me, and pulled out the warrior’s sword.

“Where are you going next?”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to pick up Leventia and Evangeline. They’re also moving at the Pope’s request.”

“Hmm… where is it?”

“I’m curious? Shall we go together?”

“It’s not like that.”

“…..”

Claire looked at me with a pouty face and turned her head away.

“Rogel Coast.”

It’s the Rogel Coast. I nodded my head thinking about the things there and the matters the pope could entrust.

“It looks like they went to attack the mansion in Rootville. Is it the Holy Relic of Rootville that the pope asked me to bring?”

Rootville’s mansion is a type of dungeon that the saint of the church visited in the past to purify it.

If you catch the boss there, you can get the Divine Mark of Rootville, which was part of the church’s request.

“…I really don’t know anything.”

“Well, if you deduce this and that, you’ll come up with an answer. There’s a maximum of two people there, and there’s nothing else the pope would ask you to bring.”

“Yes. The raid should be over by now. Take them…”

“Yes. Good job.”

“Hyeonu. Are you going to go to the elves’ forest as soon as you get the things you need?”

“Well? Maybe stop by the palace?”

“That…if I open the portal…”

“I’ll move first with teleportation. If you want to do that. Maybe the kingdom will ask for it?”

Before the alchemists sent by the royal family, there are things to investigate and create.

After I made it to some extent, if I instruct the alchemists, the plague will be resolved faster.

You don’t have to move with them.

“…Cardinal Veronica?”

“He will come on his own with the church.”

“Princess Lucille…”

“Wouldn’t that be decided by the kingdom? There doesn’t seem to be anything else to say, so I’m going.”

I could see that the reason Claire kept talking to me was that she wanted to be with me a little longer.

I lightly raised my hand towards her, who seemed to be regretting it, and immediately used teleportation.

The destination was Dwarven City, the western part of the continent, where the Dwarves stayed.

***

“Hyunwoo…”

It was like a dream. The meeting just before.

Hyeonu, who met by chance, disappeared again like a dream that disappears when you wake up.

Strength is released in strong legs.

Claire sat down and rubbed her face.

The laughter I was barely holding back disappeared and the tears I was holding back flowed from my eyes.

“Hyunwoo…”

It was hard.

To keep smiling in front of him.

It was painful.

To remain calm in front of him.

And saddest of all.

It was that he had been repeating it throughout the journey.

The only thing Hyeonu did to them was to be cold-hearted.

Even facing it is so hard, painful and sad.

He thought it was amazing that he had never complained of pain.

How did you do it?

How did you really survive?

When Claire recalled Hyeonu’s reaction earlier, she felt a tearing pain in her heart.

“Ah… ah ah…”

Sadness rises and turns into water, which flows down from your eyes. I covered it with my hand to hide it, but that wasn’t enough to stop the tears running down my fingers.

“Hyunwoo… Hyunwoo…”

Sobbing alone as if she had passed out, Claire couldn’t move from the spot for a while.

After shedding some tears, Claire finally came to her senses and took out a white pill from her bag.

A sedative to take whenever you struggle with feelings of guilt and guilt.

Putting the poisonous medicine prescribed to prevent excessive stress into her mouth, she closed her eyes tightly at the bitter taste that made her mouth tingle.

Did Hyeonu take this medicine too?

He was a sage, and could use the skills of all occupations.

In other words, it is possible to manufacture this drug.

So he would have been too.

Even though he is having such a hard time, how painful must he have been in a worse situation than himself.

He endured such pain, but this bitter medicine would not have caused him any pain at all.

“Ah… Hyeonu…”

As time went on, his feelings of sorry for Hyeonu and his regret for his actions grew bigger.

But spilled water cannot be undone. Even the warrior who defeated the demon king could not do anything about time.

There is only one thing you can do.

Enduring this pain and approaching Hyeonu little by little.

And the ‘business relationship’ he said is just reconnecting.

That’s how I had no choice but to approach him again and build a relationship again.

Because there is no way to turn back time.

Claire let out a heavy sigh and stood up.

I couldn’t just sit like this.

To help the sage.

To be what he needs.

You have to move.

no matter how hard it is

***

In the western part of the continent, in the heart of the endless mountain range, there is a huge mountain called Dark Iron Mountain.

Dark Iron Mountain, a natural mine that is said to contain more ores than the numerous ores used on the continent, has been known as the city of Dwarves since ancient times.

There were quite a few dwarf shops in the center of Dwarven City.

As soon as I arrived at the shopping street, all I could see were bearded dwarfs.

“Ohhh? Aren’t you a wise man? It’s been a while? What’s going on?”

“Hey~ It’s been a while~”

I learned teleportation to learn blacksmithing and went back and forth to Dwarven City in my spare time.

When the dwarves I knew then smiled and approached me, I immediately got to the point.

“I need a mithril, please give me some.”

“…Did you leave it to me?”

I smiled and reached out my hand to the dwarves who were bewildered.

Mithril, even in the game, the request for precious ore seems absurd, but the Dwarves only made a face of sh*t and didn’t swear at each other, probably because there were a lot of things and quests I had done for free in Dwarven City.

“Ah~ Why is there such a reaction between us?

“It should be there. Why?”

One of the shopkeepers, the mayor of Dwarven City, and the most outstanding blacksmith, Captain Marax, had a puzzled look on his face.

Well, Mithril is a precious thing that even Dwarves can’t easily obtain, so it’s understandable.

I explained the situation to them, and the Dwarves who had been listening for a while openly snorted.

“So you’re asking me to give you the mithril to save the elves?”

“It’s small for the elves, but it’s also for the continent at large. Surely you’re not going to leave the crisis on the continent, right? Marax?”

Approaching him who seemed to be quite troubled by my explanation, I put my arms around him and then cast the skill ‘Persuasion’.

“Marax. Think about it. The elves are honestly hungry and want to beat you, but what will happen if you leave it alone?”

“If the Elven Forest fails to stop it and the plague spreads across the continent… there will be great chaos.”

“The barely asleep confusion has been reborn due to the Dwarves. If that is known, what will happen to the Dwarves’ status and honor?”

Dwarves are obsessed with honor as a racial penalty. They value good deeds, are bound by contracts, and experience enormous stress if they do something dishonorable.

Because of this, there were restrictions on play options, and quite a few players gave up the strength of the Dwarves’ crafting skills and combat power, and did not accept them as party members.

However, they are pretty decent as NPCs. If you persuade them in a logical and reasonable way related to ‘goodness’ and ‘honor’, they will almost always listen.

“Ummm… Sage. You’re human, but I know you’re not the kind of person to cheat with something like this.”

This is how the rewards of maintaining a good relationship with the dwarves come out!

As Marax muttered, the dwarves around him nodded in agreement.

great. Then I will eat mithril raw.

“Still, can’t the elves… give them some mithril after they die?”

“If you’re going to give it to me, don’t be mean. When I solve the plague, I’ll tell the elves. I know that dwarves hate elves, but even so, I generously gave them mithril out of humanitarianism!”

“Hmm.”

“Then, no matter how high-handed and unlucky the Elves are, won’t they bow their heads to the Dwarves?

“what?”

“When the plague is resolved, organize an envoy and go directly to thank the dwarves. Wow~ That’s cool! An elf who lives on his pride will come and bow his head to the dwarves! What could be so honorable?! How much more is that a war? It happened while doing good, not evil?”

“Hmm… that’s true too. But will they listen?”

“Marax. Don’t you believe me? I am the sage. The sage. I’ll take care of everything, so just trust me.”

“Well … the elves they don’t believe. You can believe.”

“Right? So.”

I reached out to him.

“please.”

He stared at me and scratched the back of my head.

“Why does it seem like I keep getting involved when I talk to you. It’s been like that before…”

Giving and bouncing.