Chapter 210: 210 201 Fourteen Years Old All the Things the World Doesn't Know

Something seemed to be moving around me, but my vision blurred and I couldn't see anything, and I didn't even feel the pain.

When we get here, Isaac just starts to be ready for death, too.

But...

"Guaaaaaah"

- Suddenly his stomach hurts severely and Isaac screams.

It's like your body went back before the injury.

"Armor! My armor is bending and eating into my healed body! Take it off now!

I heard Claude giving instructions around.

- Severe abdominal pain.

When I accidentally moved my hand to my belly due to pain, it was also palatable in the belly to the lower part.

Apparently, Claude's magic helped him where he hung himself to death.

That makes this intense pain seem loving too.

"Isaac, good!

Randolph, who had been peeking into his face the whole time, hugs Isaac hard.

The inorganic feel of the armor that Randolph is wearing.

But the iron feel seemed comfortable now.

"Father, I knew Grandpa Soo's armor was bad luck."

"You said you were dying, but that's the first thing you say when your injury heals? You idiot."

Randolph grins in tears.

The injury healed and it wasn't what I thought was the first word.

Isaac thought the same thing.

"No more. I thought you were going to die," but I don't really feel it when they say, "My injury's healed already.

I just said what I remembered.

I realize that there are other words worthy of this occasion.

"Thank you, Mr. Claude"

"Never mind. I'm anxious to see what your friendship with humans will be like when you die. It was also for the elves who helped you."

Claude laughed as he did a blindfold.

I also wanted to laugh at Isaac for matching, but I couldn't because of the pain in my belly.

Because the treated belly was devoured and damaged by a section of cut armor.

Claude realizes it, and he treats me with magic again.

"On Colocolo Sendari Matougi Sowaka"

When he casts a spell like the Sutra, the wound starts to clog up like footage playing at high speed.

(Disgusting!?

It's disgusting that a part of your body moves against your will, but it also looks disgusting to heal.

Treatment by magic was not something I liked to receive.

(But he's alive. I can still live)

Isaac was biting the fact that he was "helped" as he touched his connected right hand and belly.

It's not a tear of sorrow, now I'm happy and weeping.

"Thank you, Father, for your help."

"I don't know if I can say I helped that..."

I could have stabbed him with a spear, but Isaac almost died in danger.

Try Randolph, he didn't make it, so I didn't feel like I helped him very much.

I'm just saying that Isaac was saved as a result.

But Isaac shakes his head to the side.

"If you hadn't done anything like that, it could have been an instant death with your heart or neck cut off. Right now, I'm alive because my father took refuge in me, and Mr. Claude treated me. Thank you."

"Isaac......"

The two hug each other.

Isaac is also deeply grateful that life and death were just involved this time.

"From now on, I'm going to take care of my dad next to Kendra" enough.

"Dear Isaac, are you okay!

Matt and the others rush over when they hear the noise.

They saw Isaac's body painted with blood and blued his face.

"It's not okay. I thought I was gonna die."

"Sorry!

"I will never leave you again! I'll follow you everywhere."

"These guys, you're going to follow me to the bathroom or something," Isaac felt when he saw the two of them bow their heads deeply and apologize.

But I don't feel bad.

That's how much loyalty you have.

There's no point in losing your life trying to play "a good boss who cares about his men's health".

For their mental health, too, I was going to have them well protected from now on.

"Thank you, I'm counting on you. I had to have the perception that I would be protected, too. I'm sorry."

- Awareness of the side to be protected.

This was the biggest problem.

Isaac didn't recognize himself as a powerful man.

At best, it was only a degree of recognition that "I'm a powerful man... let's feel like it".

So I thought, as a target, "you'd be after someone more famous".

On this battlefield there are leading figures with names such as Count Lancaster, the former Foreign Secretary, and Randolph, the Marquis Welrod's trail son.

So far I had been alarmed to think that I would not be the first to target myself, which I had raised my name in diplomacy and home affairs, but whose strength I did not know in the military.

The idea was found to have been a mistake in this one.

If you do something, you can be the target of enough enemies.

It was also bad that Marshal Ford's marshal wand was lowered to his waist.

They targeted me first because I stand out.

That and the preconceived notion that "assassination is what you do at night" was not good either.

No way, I didn't even think about coming for my life in the middle of the day.

I almost lost my life in jeopardy because of my sweet consciousness that I was in a position to be targeted.

I can't regret this.

(Speaking of which, what's going on with the guy who cut me?

Isaac searches for those who have been attacked, and looks around at them with a glimpse.

The body of the raider was found immediately.

The knights are swarming, confirming death.

"Give me your shoulder."

"Yes."

Help Matt and Tommy quickly get on both sides of Isaac and get up.

Isaac stood up slowly and very slowly.

"Hey, Isaac. Are you okay with this?

Randolph sounds worried.

Isaac wasn't sure about this either.

"It looks fine...... I wonder if you're really gonna be okay."

Stand up and then gently stroke your belly.

I didn't use yarn or anything to treat it, so I had a fear that I would suddenly cut a thousand pieces.

I'm in the mood for "two boards just painted with woodworking bonds".

I lift the bond before it dries, and I worry that the same thing will happen when the adhesion loses gravity and peels off the pepper.

Look at Isaac like that, Claude calls out.

"We're already magically stuck together, we're gonna be fine."

"Maybe it is...... And all of a sudden, it doesn't work anymore, does it? For example, if the magic effect expires and the wound opens? If Mr. Claude dies, won't we die together?

Hearing Isaac worry, Claude laughs.

"You're an imaginative guy. It's not therapeutic magic, it's the realm of spells. Don't worry, I didn't use that stuff."

"That's right. I'm sorry I doubted you. But you're scared..."

Isaac walks slowly, borrowing Matt's shoulders.

It's creepy that you've got all those major injuries and there's nothing left to hurt.

It helps not to have to be hospitalized, but this feels odd.

It's too light healing and scary the other way around.

I don't know if he was really dying until just now.

(So the Church is wary of Elf's medical activities.)

If medical activities with so much powerful magic spread, no one will rely on church or anything.

From a church with medical activities, elves are the most vigilant competitors.

When I experience therapeutic magic, I feel like sewing trauma with thread is a futile act.

"What is happening to future medical technology in this world? I thought about it at this time.

Isaac slowly approaches the assailant's body, worried that his belly wound might not open.

Along with that, my anger creeps up boiling.

Whatever you say, he's the one who tried to kill himself.

If it weren't for Claude, he would have stayed dead.

I almost wanted to make the corpse look like a Rockwell Royal Army after I had some worries about kicking the corpse.

(... No, you can't. I can't do that)

- Resurrection from the abyss of death.

Thanks to that unrealistic and strange experience, I made reason come back just before I forgot me with anger.

(If I say 'Assassination scum' and humiliate the body, it indirectly denies what Matt and the others made me do. If you acted courageously on the battlefield, you might want to show the big part of the vessel)

It's easy to act emotionally.

But I understand that's not what I was asked to do.

It is at times like this that I am appreciated for killing my emotions.

Besides, it was also an occasion like the one I saw in a comic book or novel in my previous life.

Thinking about the future, it will be important to get big.

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Isaac was angry and decided to appreciate the raiders.

"This brave man must be a famous warlord. Clean your body."

The word was a lie.

I really wanted to chop my neck off, puncture it on the tip of the spear and expose it to my neck.

But I know that if I do that, I will lose my temper.

Sometimes cruelty is necessary, but no one follows those who are too cruel.

It is at times like this when human nature comes out that we have to prove the size of the vessel.

Standing on top of people is also a hassle.

"Oh, what if... Excuse me."

Matt was surprised to see the raider's face.

Get away from Isaac and wipe the raider's face with a cloth.

"This person is Tom the Ford Four Heavens King. I'm sorry. If only I had picked it up then..."

"Even Tom!

Randolph shouts his surprise.

No, he's not the only one.

The surrounding knights also began to bother.

"Was such a big guy getting on single...... Do you have any idea whose neck he was bringing?

"... This one looks like General Tesla. I've only seen it from afar before, so I can't say it's absolute."

"Ooh!

- I picked up Tom who came aboard with General Tesla's neck.

The Rockwell Royal Army will lose its will if it is told that such a big plan has failed.

At this point, the battle at Sonycroft is like over.

We picked up Marshal Ford and the Four Heavens King, and the damage to our allies is less than originally planned.

There was great trouble with Isaac dying, but otherwise it was a result of no exaggeration to say he was a great victory.

Isaac's heart was chilling as his surroundings boiled with certainty of victory.

- I thought I won and I was alarmed, and they almost killed me.

I knew there were words like, "Win and tighten your helmet," but I was floating around in a win.

Though it contributes to victory, I honestly can't be happy because of the huge failure at the end.

(No, it saved me because I brought in the elves. There will now be helpers among the soldiers fighting on the front lines. Thanks to my judgment, many lives will be saved. Not everything I did was wrong)

With that in mind, I was trying to recover from a fatal mistake.

But the memory of being torn apart from one's belly is unlikely to be forgotten for the rest of my life.

I'm still unconsciously rubbing my own belly.

At this time, Isaac felt uncomfortable.

"Is that it? 'Cause how old armor is it, isn't it weird to be cut with a sword?

Isaac speaks to Tommy, who is lending him his shoulder.

This was a big question.

Randolph was able to kill Tom because he was a dwarf spear and Tom was thin armor for the average soldier.

But what Isaac wore, albeit old, was a luxury plate armor.

Whatever the piercing type of weapon that can cage its power at a point like a spear, it's not as easy as it can be broken into pieces with a sword.

For heavy in vain, it was supposed to be hard and about sword-proof.

"It's definitely weird. From what I touched when I had my armor removed, it felt like normal armor."

The conversation between the two gets to their ears and their surroundings quiet.

Matt picked up Tom's sword and showed it to Isaac.

It looks thin and full of flesh.

"What, this sword!?

Isaac stares seriously.

The blood on his body belonged to him, but now the strange sword caught his interest.

It's not the Devil's Sword.

"Demon Sword!? What is it like?

Looks like Mathias knows something.

Isaac asks him because he wanted to hear more about it.

"As its name suggests, it is a sword that can cage magic. Because swords don't cut strong armor, they're made to increase sharpness by caging magic."

"Isn't that a great sword!

Exactly a famous sword.

"Let's have it as a loot," Isaac thought, "but there's too much unnatural about it nonetheless.

"Matt used to fight someone with a sword like this."

"No, I wasn't wearing that light when I fought Tom. When I was fighting, it was a normal sword."

Matt's eyes are serious.

I didn't seem to be lying.

"It is. So you caged your magic powers when you came to kill me? I wish I could cage my magic all the time."

"No, I can't do that. I don't know about the stuff that was made recently, but centuries ago swords become worn out in about half a day when they cage their magic. It's not a sword that you dispose of instead of more sharpness."

"So it's in plain form like a general soldier like this..."

Hearing Mathias explain, Isaac is convinced.

I don't do fine decorations on disposable swords.

So even in a soldier's disguise, only the sword didn't float.

"This is what happened two hundred years ago, when Dwarf weapons were consumed and the number of weapons in existence was low."

Isaac asked Randolph.

No matter how much it was used for the war, the situation with most of the weapons gone is unusual.

If the reason most Dwarf weapons are depleted is "disposable", I can understand that.

- Armor is broken with more sharp weapons, and weapons self-destruct after that.

In such a situation, I am also convinced that there are few weapons left.

This war is an important battle for the Kingdom of Rockwell.

He would have let someone as brave as Tom have it and let him use it at all costs.

"That's right. Nevertheless, there is no such thing as a demon sword or demon spear in my house, so I couldn't actually show it and teach it. Sure, I think the Marquis Wallick family had it"

There was a perception that "Dwarf gear is just good stuff" but I hadn't even looked into "how good stuff" because I hadn't been interested in weapons before.

If I had known there was such a dangerous weapon, I might have been a little more alert.

By the standards of previous life, we should not have weighed the common sense of this world.

Shame on you for not studying.

"... oh well. The Devil's Sword was also a dangerous weapon for the Dwarves. So I started building magic tanks using technology to cage magic in weapons."

Everything has its origins.

I never thought the origins of the magic tank, which is now being used peacefully, would have been such a dangerous one.

Isaac is surprised that there was an unexpected past for what he thought was a "battery that only used magic."

If Isaac says, "Why aren't there any Dwarf weapons left?" or "How did you come up with a magic tank?" I wondered, and would have reached the Devil's Sword if I had tried to investigate it in any depth.

"That's what it is," I thought, causing this tragedy because I didn't do an in-depth investigation.

"All the things the world doesn't know. I felt like I knew everything and I seemed to be in good shape......"

Isaac begins to weep.

It is not just that the course of the war was well carried.

I knew about this world with my previous life's knowledge.

But there were a lot of things I didn't know from just looking at the offensive site.

I thought "I'm the only one special," but there's no such thing as that.

I was only one minute out of my head over people for my previous life's knowledge.

In parts of my previous life I cannot rely on knowledge, I am inferior to others.

I still had a lot of knowledge to wear.

I couldn't afford to stay on track.

- Don't be chronic about the result that it went well, and make an effort to enhance yourself even more.

It's been going well lately, so I forgot about the basics.

Seems like you can't take over the country in the future.

I had to discipline myself more and aim higher.

"Isaac, isn't that a one-time failure? You're doing great."

Randolph comforts Isaac.

"That one time is deadly. Without Mr. Claude, there would have been no next (...), etc. I just want to look back once and for all at the fact that I'm alive."

"Oh well."

"I feel like Isaac knows everything," Randolph thought.

I also think that I was able to cope with this invasion of the Kingdom of Rockwell because Isaac noticed their movement.

"You want more strength than this?," he was drawn to his lust for knowledge up to greed.

I feel reliable about my son like that, but he's not like a father just relying on him.

There was one shot here, something I had to say for sure.

"Isaac, from now on, it's like listening to me. This case could have been prevented if Tom had been punished. Of course, tolerance for people is important, but think about time and case."

"Yes, Father. Sorry, sir."

Randolph looked at Isaac shunning and thought, "I think I overstated it," but this was necessary.

Although Isaac is smart, there's something out of common sense about him.

I thought it was my role as a father to make up for that, and I had to ghost my heart out and say it.

Of course, this is natural with caution.

There's nothing "overstated" about Randolph just being unfamiliar with being angry.

Isaac accepted it honestly because it was natural for him to say so.

- The fear of losing your life is real.

With that in mind, I have no choice but to heed the advice of my surroundings.

Isaac, even though he didn't like it, was reminded that this was the real world.

Even with a floating mind forever, one day I'll really waste my life.

Not if you're not feeling enough to bet everything at once right now.

With this incident in mind, Isaac decided to abandon the perception that "this is the world of games".

At this time, I may have finally become one of the people living in this world.

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