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Two hundred five.

Zatzbald Bloody Crimson Kingsblade, king of the underground arena. Mira and Seoul Howl, who had been involved in various events with him, were surprised by the difference in atmosphere between when they were once champions and now priests, and were interested in what the hell happened.

Fighting is the supreme joy. Raising enemies to a blood festival is the mission of this life. Talking about it, always in a state of battle, stripping fangs of everything and staring at it like a shot, that Zatzbald now wraps around a truly calm atmosphere and lets worshippers tell myths with a merciful look.

The look of it is a sight that you would certainly determine to be someone else if you had experienced the event at the time. But this is reality.

"A champion to a priest? I wonder what happened."

"I don't know. It's a combination that I don't know what to think."

Yes, when Mira and Seoul Haul were intrigued by the mystery. Shortly after the group of adventurers, who had just returned, acknowledged the figure of the priest, they disappeared in a state of danger zone whilst sneaking quietly towards the exit.

Seoul Howl urges Mira to ask them. At times like this, it's easier for a pretty girl to draw information than a dubious man like herself. Mira muttered, "I have no choice," and caught one of the adventurers.

"Nooo, I need to ask you something, okay?

Mira called out to the young man she caught to whisper so. Then the man compares the priest to Mira and says, "What is it? Ask me anything," he says, turning to Mira as he has decided. A priest's sermon evasion or a conversation with a beautiful girl. The man seems to have chosen the latter. But the voice is truly modest.

"That priest doesn't seem like a man, but if you know anything, why don't you tell me?

Mira moves her gaze and points to the priest, whilst speaking more loudly, bringing her face closer to the man as if to tell a secret story.

"Uh, you mean Priest Kingsblade? Could it be that you've been short since you came to this city?

The man who blushed as soon as Mira's face approached him, insignificant, was set up to try to get information about Mira.

"Um, I just got here recently. And isn't that priest, some kind of 'Iron Fist Priest' or something? A combination of priests and iron fists?

"That could be true. Well, this is a famous story, but I'm pretty sure your eyes aren't the only ones. He used to be a champion of the underground arena."

What do you say, a man who just makes fun of what he knows? But we already know that. What bothers me is why that champion is a priest.

"Ho, that's awesome. So why is that champion playing a priest or something?

Sufficiently surprised, Mira continued to ask questions of the utmost concern. Then the man quickly checked his surroundings, then spoke more loudly and prefaced, "To the extent I've heard rumors," he said.

The Zazzbald Bloody Crimson Kingsblade, an underground arena in Ozstein whose name still remains the strongest in history. Having once lived a life of turmoil, he believed only in strength, fighting under the philosophy that victory was the only means of proving his existence, and losing was losing his existence. He is a man of what is commonly called the extreme of the brain muscle.

The philosophy empowered him, pushed him to defeat, and made it firm.

I've been fighting for months. Eventually everyone acknowledges its existence and he becomes a living legend.

But seven years before now, an end was struck to the legend. Proud of his undefeated defeat, he was defeated by a girl who said he was in martial arts training.

He moaned. He said his existence had disappeared. But that's what the girl said to him. Power is just one tool to prove it. And if defeat has life, it's not the end of it again.

But he said he couldn't acknowledge the girl's words. That's because it's like denying your life so far.

Then the girl said to him, bewildered. I'm stronger than you. That's what I'm saying, so yes. It's just this word, saying it's not all about power.

But that's why it got to him. With all this power, the mind of a girl who preaches that it's not everything inspired his solidified philosophy.

Waking up from a world full of power, he asked the girl. From now on, I wonder how I should walk.

The girl answered. I was wondering if you could do the opposite.

"So, I was baptized and trained, and now I'm a priest. Wow."

Yes, the man who wrapped up the history of the Kingsblade priest gives a similar look to his admiration somewhere. He built a solid position in a new place, not using the legend of life and the power of being told. Such a Kingsblade Priest seemed to be respected as well as feared.

In addition, the man is frightened that the power that is now said to be the living legend is unlocked exclusively against adventurers. Anything. Before, a group of A-rank adventurers who made a scene in worship had been solemnized and thrown away like rags by the hands of priests. Hence, they say it's 'Iron Fist'.

"I see. How did that happen..."

Seems touching, it's a really retarded development, and Mila, who then caught a glimpse of a straight zatzbald look, staring softly at the priest, who continues to speak calmly.

"By the way... I knew you too, you think men should be strong?

Trying to be prompted by the side of Mira who thinks something, the man uttered something like that.

"Hmm... I've never been strong, but I still need to be a gentleman."

Mira portrays the ideal gentleman she aspires to. It is now a distant and longing appearance. Then the man turns to Mira again with a grunt, "A gentleman... I see".

"Ma'am, if you don't mind, even after this dinner..."

That's when a man tried to invite Mira to dinner in a gentlemanly manner.

"What are you doing here, the priest has eyes on you?"

A fellow who would have been with him earlier, the one who came back on guard, turned to the chapel or no, and left to grab the man's collar and run away. Along the way, the man was about to say something to Mira, but he could not speak out loud in the chapel during the lecture, and the words never reached Mira. And Mira never cared about it.

"And that's what it seems."

Whatever it was, it turns out that Shura was no exaggeration champion, how he became a priest. Mira turns back to Seoul Haul, who was listening beside her, without touching on the man who had been forced out.

"You have a history with people. To a priest for that reason, or something."

Seoul Howl looked impressed and frightened somewhere. Mira also nodded greatly, "Not at all, the mood of those of thought who talk to each other with their fists, I don't know," causing Zatzbald to shudder at his extravagant way of life.

"The elders are either that way."

"Mm, what is it?

"Nothing"

The subtle words Seoul Howl uttered also apparently did not reach Mira's ears.

"But well, that's it. The girl in the samurai training that was in the story could be..."

Go the opposite way. It's easy to say, but when it comes to doing it, it's quite difficult. Seoul Howl, admiring the matter, turns his attention to the girl who became the hangover.

Again, Mira seemed to be the same and shrugged, "Maybe..."

There was a common figure floating behind their brains. That's Maylin, one of the Nine Wise Men.

Martial arts training. That was like Maylin's daily routine. Maybe another girl who trains martial arts just like her. But if we limit ourselves to melee, there will be no such thing as a girl who can beat Zatzbald, who was whispered among players to be the next stronger general in the Three Kingdoms. No, it's the mood of the two of us to stay.

"If Maylin did, would the priest know where he was?"

"Come on, isn't it hard? It happened seven years ago. What is it? I don't have the letter" rematch "for my teacher's martial arts training, and I don't have the personality to stay in one place."

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"Hmm. Sure..."

As Seoul Howl put it, Maylin, who spends his days calling it samurai training, was always wandering even in the game age. As much as she meant the beginning of the defensive battle when she returned to the tower.

Hence the possibility that the priest knows where Maylin is would be endlessly close to zero.

"Sounds like it's time for us to disperse..."

Seoul Howl, with his face to the side of the chapel, slightly attracts that look. When I looked at what was going on, I met Priest Kingsblade in front of the altar.

"... I don't think so"

It hasn't changed since I came to the chapel, the priest's narrative sounds. But there was only one thing that changed. That's the point where the priest, who has so far looked all over the chapel, is staring at this one.

Apparently, it was Mira and the others who were talking about it that stayed in the corner of the chapel for a long time. I had the impression that I had become a priest and became quite round, but my eyes remained the same as they were when I was still active.

Hurry up and get out of here.

"Oh, let's do that"

As it is, this could be the situation where the Iron Fist that we talked about flies. Mira and Seoul Haul solemnly decide to retreat and follow the arrows in the aisle to the exit.

Even along the way, I could hear Priest Kingsblade speaking. Apparently today's lecture is about the gods and prophecies.

'Far before now, darkness covered the world. But the darkness was overthrown by the combination of God, the Spirit, and people. Joining hands is the only way to beat any darkness. Our God is also watching over our hands. That's the most important proof.'

The most faithful and influential tritheism on the continent. That three-pillar God says that joining hands and strength is the only way to beat any predicament or weakness. And the country that holds these three pillars as guardian gods, one pillar at a time, is the largest country on the continent, Grimdart, Ozstein and Alice Farius. Therefore, these three kingdoms followed the teachings, did not contend with each other, and, as champions of the continent, all three kingdoms reigned in absolute positions.

And while Mira was remembering a story she had heard somewhere at the start of the game, the story of the priest also proceeded, and the exit door came just a few more places.

'God told us to prepare for a future in which our hands should come together. The future, that the darkness that once covered the world would reappear as an abyss. But you don't have to be afraid. Together, the light always comes.'

As he closed the door through the exit, the voice of the priest, which had sounded good until then, broke apart; instead, the whispers of the night wind and the hustle and noise, which were busy far away, sprang up fluttering.

Out the door on the side of the church was a quiet trail. There is a large building in front of me, and the road stretches from left to right.

For the adventurers returning to the night or the trail was lit, other bright of thought, but when I left that trail and turned to the front of the church, it was filled with more majestic light.

Large square in front of the church. Countless candlesticks surround the fountain in its center, lighting the surrounding area warmly.

"Has it been such a long time?"

The sky was dark and the stars were shining. Check the time, it's just past seven o'clock at night now. The Machina Guardian battle was an extra long stretch, and a short needle had already circled since I woke up in the morning. Nevertheless, it would be a terrible haste if we made it unscrupulous, such as defeating a massive Laid boss for two.

"Ha, it's been a while since you've been out there."

Seoul Howl groaned somewhere emotionally as he looked up into the sky. After all, when you're underground for a long time, you seem to miss the sky, which lasts far away. And it was the same for Mira again, groaning "outside," and looking up at the night sky for a while.

"Now, what will the Lord do after this? At this hour, the affordable accommodation will be wiped out, right?

Fragrant culinary aromas drifting from nowhere. Mira asks Seoul Howl, remembering that she was in battle at noon and had just eaten in the morning.

"I'm fine because I'm leaving like this. I want to stay as close as I can to the next place."

That's what Seoul Haul said as he shifted his gaze from the night sky to the fountain in front of him. A space to settle into a tidy bed. He said that if he stayed at the inn, he would not lose sight of the tranquillity of the people he could taste, and that he would go for his next destination and leave shortly thereafter.

"So what, are we going now? It's a scratch. I thought I'd give you another night at the comfortable Spirit Mansion."

If you can't find an affordable lodging, offer Spirit Mansion. Yes, Mira suggested, Seoul Howl turned his suspicious eyes to Mira before continuing and sighing.

"What are you talking about? As a cook anyway, right?

"No...... But then. Now that we're leaving, Nojuku can't be sure."

Mira, who was totally busted through the plot, points out in bitterness. If we leave from now, it will be difficult to reach another city by the end of the day. Then Nojuku is a must.

But Seoul Howl laughed invincibly that there was no problem at all.

"It's been like this ever since I traveled. Nothing more now. Besides, I'm not as comfortable as the Elder's Mansion, but I also have the means to raise the storm."

Seoul Howl said that from the time of his journey until now, he had placed an emphasis on travel time anyway. In an attempt to plug it into the city at night, if you don't need it, stay out and move on to where you can go. Unless he got to the city in good time, he stayed in the wild. And at that time, Seoul Howl said, he had built a small fort golem, where he was overtaking the rainstorm.

"Ho, a little fort golem..."

"Oh, Necromancers are pretty good at their application, too."

That was a necromancy that wasn't there at the time of the game. It looks like a strong fortress that can withstand the storm, while being about the size of a house. Seoul Howl told me to miss somewhere that the journey, which was quite forcible, was also managed to continue because of this to give me a calm rest. Humans, sleeping in partitioned rooms is the most calming thing.

"Well, like an elder, there's no shower, no toilet, no kitchen. Honestly, that's against the rules."

The whole spiritual mansion thing seemed a surprise to Seoul Howl. Mira turned her chest against the words, "It's not a triumph to bond with the Spirit," she said.

"Well, suppose it's time to go"

Soul Howl, who said so, activates the Necromancer. Then immediately next door, a broken bicorn skeleton appeared in one corner. Because of his really creepy and even disastrous appearance, his surroundings are slightly annoying, but there is no bare gesture that he cared about Seoul Haul. I guess it's the usual thing.

"Just do your errands and come back. I did tell him, and I'll report it to him."

As a reminder, Mira told him so. The mission was to bring the Nine Wise Men back to the country, but instead, Mira made a promise that she would return after completion, as she could not force Seoul Haul to return, who had something to accomplish.

"Oh, I know. I was just wondering if it was time to settle down. I will definitely go home when this is done. Advanced surgery has been lifted, so it should be over in about two months."

Not absolutely because it's just a word of mouth, but with the most serious look ever, Seoul Haul replied.

"Good then. I'll wait for you."

Even if it's a promise, Mira nods that's enough. Solomon, and these promises among the Nine Wise Men, are decided not to lie, because it is also their oath that they shall be 'bound'.

"Oh, speaking of which. Tell King Spirit and Martel to thank me again. Thanks to you, I'm ready to use advanced."

When Seoul Haul crossed the back of the bicone, he now looked back once and said so. Advanced necromancy previously sealed. I guess I was still quite happy that it became available, the look on Seoul Haul's face had a rare color of gratitude.

"Um, let me tell you, I'm already telling you. Good luck with that."

While Mira nodded, she conveyed the voice of the Spirit King and Martel, which had sounded instantly behind her brain, intact. The Spirit King and Martel, who were still appreciating, continue their words in support of Seoul Howl even after Mira preached the words. Apparently Seoul Howl was liked enough to spare these two goodbyes.

"Right. See you later. Thanks to the elders."

Seoul Howl smiled just a little at the words of both that were still likely to be heard, and finally said a small, illuminated thank you to Mira as well, rushing up the bicone and onto the roof of the nearby building.

"Yeah, let's do it."

Speaking so, Mira flew from the roof to the roof and walked off to the other side of Seoul Haul, which instantly melted into the darkness of the night.

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