Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Episode 334: If only I could (20)

“…I’ll sleep for a little while.”

I affirmed in a voice full of tears. I’m not sure if it’s really okay or not… Even I have complicated feelings, but what about Faust, the person involved?

“Wait a minute…”

However, there was something I wanted to ask the devil, not the child. I asked Daniel and Meister for their understanding and closed my eyes. The darkness turned over and white unfolded. I lifted my eyelids after that.

On the empty land, I saw a boy and a devil chained up in chains.

“What is the reason?”

[It’s hard to answer if you ask that.]

“Why did you hide the cabin?”

[Just with good intentions─]

“Don’t say something you won’t believe.”

Anger silenced me for a moment at my words. The red bead floating on top of the mask is giving off a bizarre atmosphere unique to horizontal pupils.

[…At that time, the bat cub’s messenger was nearby.]

“Bat cub? messenger?”

[Bat chicks are talking about arrogance. That damn thing is the sound of a bat.]

“So why does that come out all of a sudden?”

Is arrogance one of the great evils? But why is it a disgusting bat? I was filled with anger, wondering if I had some sort of complex. The guy looked worried for some reason.

[Uhm… Well, I should have said it sometime ago, so it doesn’t matter.]

After a while, anger broke the hesitation. It was better. You can almost feel that kind of relief in her voice. It was the feeling of someone who was relieved of his displeasure after much thought.

[First of all, to understand this, you need to know the causal relationship, so I’ll explain it from there.]

Sigh. The guy slightly waved his chained arm. Then something similar to a rock rose up from the ground.

[First of all, there are only a small number of vessels that can hold my body even for a short time. It is even less if you add the condition that the person must be young or not famous enough to not attract attention even if he or she goes missing.]

“So?”

[On the other hand, it is not easy to hold a soul on the ground without a medium. So what should I do? If you don’t have a bowl… you have no choice but to urgently prepare something to replace it.]

Anger put his butt there and leaned back. Even though it was uncomfortable because it was not a proper chair, he did not care.

[Unfortunately, the bat cub knows how to make such a makeshift solution. To be exact, only one baby bat can do that.] Is it

because of that calmness? Even though it was a combination that didn’t quite match his luxurious attire, it didn’t feel strange.

[Because we didn’t talk to each other face to face, we only did business through his subordinates… But anyway, for that reason, I often did business with him, Grethen. It was unpleasant. He always overpriced me just because he had an advantage. Fucking bastard….]

No, maybe that’s because Anger’s personality and character are no better than the stone dust split from a rock? I harbored such vitriol, but then I threw it away because it seemed like a waste of thought.

“What goods are used in negotiations? “I’m sure you didn’t spend any money.”

[of course. Human currency can’t be meaningful to us, right? Unless you’re a stingy idiot.]

Instead, I looked for unpleasant elements in the truth he said and prevented any possible emotions.

[What was given in return were the souls of the body that had been occupied. Why can’t a body that can contain me even for a moment also mean that it has a big soul? And most of the time, giant souls make good quality sacrifices. This is especially true for someone who has a hobby of creating synthetic monsters… chimeras.]

It wasn’t that difficult.

At a time when people can just say without guilt that they stole a person’s body and sacrificed their soul, this guy is not a human bastard.

[Anyway, I couldn’t see the bowl at all at that time, so I was preparing to make a deal… but luckily, I saw this guy—Why did you suddenly throw the knife?!]

“I’m annoyed.”

I threw five daggers like darts and listened. Anger let out a groan as he somehow avoided the dagger or hit it with the chain.

[Dear, if you keep doing this, my delicate heart will be hurt.]

“Damn…”

I unconsciously looked at him with disgust and contempt. Even though this act was a kind of emotional drain, I couldn’t resist doing it. Is this the devil?

[…By the way, it would be a bit difficult if Oman knew that I would try to take over a body this size. I gave up on encountering priests and tried some concealment magic. I didn’t know things would turn out that way.]

Well, I don’t think I really did it without knowing. Although I was not pleased, I agreed for now. I didn’t think he would really tell me, but anyway, the question was resolved.

Even if this is false, it’s okay. Anyway, most of the things the devil asks are asked with the mindset that if it’s true, it’s good or not.

[Dear friend… There is only one reason why I told you this truth.]

In the meantime, Anger raised one leg up to the hip support and said a word.

[Beware of arrogance and those messengers.]

It was a warning in a humorless tone.

[He never fights alone and unprepared, if possible. This is the type that fights as an army on a home ground filled with handcrafted weapons and traps. Plus, his individual combat power isn’t that low. He is the being who knows and can use the most magic in Hell… and crucially, he can use divinity.]

“…Use divinity?”

[Because he did not come from hell, but was a being comparable to a god in his home world. Although they have fallen and come to deal with demonic powers, that does not mean they have abandoned all of their divinity in this world.]

“Divinity…”

[The temperament is different from the divine power of this world. But Magi and Superlativeness are the same. At the point where he contains both the energy of the ultimate, he is a crazy bastard.]

That means… can we roughly think of him as an enemy who uses both magical energy and divine power?

I frowned at the new type that appeared after the ones who ate up demonic energy and divine power. The rule is that the level of difficulty increases the further you go, but isn’t this too much? Naturally, I was worried about the warrior party that would be fighting against him.

[So, Gretchen, please be careful not to run into arrogance. Try not to run into that guy’s messenger if possible. Because I’m sure I’m going to tell you information about you.]

What was decidedly unpleasant was the anger I felt because I wanted to take care of my own life. That’s right, I hope I don’t get killed because I’m right with Oman.

It’s not that warnings aren’t helpful, but I’m not entirely happy with them because they are advice based on self-preservation. If he wasn’t a threat to me, he would have kept quiet until the end.

“okay.”

Still, it’s better than nothing. That’s clear.

I turned around, guessing when to relay this information to the Archmage. Now that the question was resolved, I wanted to move on.

“….”

However, just before I left, the thing that caught my eye was a boy sleeping curled up with nothing in sight. It had bothered me since before, but it became even more bothersome when it was time to leave.

That damn kid didn’t take care of himself and had no intention of taking care of himself.

“It’s really a plague.”

Why are you sleeping without a blanket in a space where you can create anything you want? I scratched my head and eventually fabricated one part of the image. White huts were built and filled with suitable furniture.

[Why bother…?]

Then I picked up the child and moved him. Seeing as he didn’t move at all until the end, it seems like he was definitely sleeping. I went out of bed only after carefully covering the child with a blanket.

“Meister.”

“Have you finally woken up?”

“Are you awake?”

“alcohol.”

At that point, I felt a subtle sense of helplessness. It’s subtle to call it irritation, and it’s vague to call it sadness or sadness… It’s a really vague feeling of helplessness.

“You said you’re not eating?”

“I changed my mind.”

I don’t like it and I have bad memories, but now I can’t bear it without drinking. It was someone else’s body and I needed something for myself.

“Okay then, let’s put another one on?”

“as you please.”

“…Do you know how much to drink?”

Meister took out another jar with a slightly excited hand, and Daniel looked at me worriedly.

“It’s someone else’s body, so there’s no way I would know.”

“…Eat slowly.”

Gulp. While Daniel was worrying about my drinking capacity, a small, ornately crafted glass was filled with clear liquor.

I just one-shotted it. Without even thinking about it, I thought it would be about the same strength as beer, but an incredible burning sensation swept over my throat and stomach. Even though the drink itself was lukewarm.

I’m not sure about the scent or taste, but I know for sure that it’s strong.

“Eat it slowly…”

“Oh what. “You drink well.”

While I was squinting at the alcohol lingering taste in my mouth, Daniel was shocked. Well, the malsul meister said he liked it and filled my glass.

“Drink more.”

After hesitating a little too much, I took it as a one-shot. This is because I thought it would be better to feel warm inside even though I was embarrassed by the excessive alcohol content or the unfamiliar smell of alcohol. At least this will cover up my frustrating feelings.

“I don’t want to forgive.”

no. Maybe it was because my stomach was getting hot, but the already bubbling feeling became even hotter. I can’t swallow it inside anymore.

“…I also can’t forgive.”

“Well, of course it is.”

“…You deserve it.”

I took another shot of my third drink. Every time the lukewarm flame passed through my throat, my body became warmer, but somewhere in my chest, I began to relax. It felt like the leash of reason or something I was riding on was swept away as it disappeared into the flames.

The beam that had once burst due to the Archmage began to sway again.

“Don’t try to force forgiveness. “My work is mine and your work is yours.”

“know. “I know that much.”

fourth. The meister seemed to think this wasn’t enough, and the speed at which he filled his glass slowed down. But if you pour slowly, do you think I won’t be able to fill my drink?

I broke it in half and drank it, thinking I would fill it up next time. Are you drunk? I haven’t felt that way yet. I can’t be sure because drunk people don’t know that they are drunk.

“I know that it wasn’t my fault that she did what she did, that I don’t have to forgive her just because I feel sorry for her, and that I don’t even have any reason to take responsibility for her.”

I drank the other half. A fireball pooled in my stomach. It was a fireball that was cold yet hot, hot yet cold.

“But why am I the only one?”

widely. The glass was placed on the table. The meister did not comply and I exhaled from the rising heat. “Why is I the only one who can take care of that child, help him, and protect him?” It was the core that I had not been able to spit out to the Archmage.

“If I choose to go back, she will die. If I don’t work hard, she won’t be saved. “I’m the one who suffered the damage, but even so, I have to be more patient so there’s a way for her to survive.”

The meister blinked his eyelids twice and poured himself a drink. I didn’t refuse because I was already planning on eating it anyway. The strong scent of alcohol stung my nose, and the intoxication that came later made my face hot. hot. It was hot.

“…I, too, find this situation daunting.”

It was so fucking hot.

“Still, I feel sorry for that kid.”

“…That child’s tragedy is not common even in this world.”

“But it’s hard.”

“It’s worth it.”

“But she’s too pitiful to ignore.”

“…You may not know that the distance is far, but they are so close that they cannot be separated, and there are certain restrictions, so I think it is natural to have contradictory feelings.”

“But I’m also suffering…”

Every time I spit out a word, I can feel the smell of alcohol rising from my throat. However, I no longer feel disgusted by him. I spit out the deepest emotions in my heart like I was spitting out alcohol.

“…Meanwhile, if a child is being attacked by a demon, the god bastard doesn’t even extend his hand or do anything, but just lets go and stays still. At the very least, if someone in another world is being kidnapped, at least intervene. I just stood by and after defeating the two great devils, are you going to send an oracle to scold me? Am I just incompetent or negligent? “If you’re going to do it, I’d like you to do just one.”

“Uh… huh?”

“Oh…”

“No, but I did something I shouldn’t have done here and caused some trouble. Not only did you do good things to the world by sealing a scum of a human being inside your body, but you also killed two great demons, so why are you being so damned to me? I’m not the boss who doesn’t provide salary or welfare and turns me into a criminal by passing on my incompetence. “It’s so fucking hard to focus on the weak and weak points of a god theme…”

I took off my coat and unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt due to the scorching heat. The heat didn’t go away completely, but it was better than wearing it.

“It’s a situation that would make God feel sorry about that, but… no, it’s a different world.”

“I thought you were innocent, but you know how to speak harshly. “Good, try more.”

“Master…!”

“It’s not wrong from his perspective. “It’s not something you can’t say.”

The glass is empty, so why don’t you pour me a drink? I abandoned the giggling Meister and filled my own drink. The Viscount says he is unlucky, but it is good to know. My life has been miserable for a long time.

“The god bastards are the same as the temple bastards. Why are they treating me like a semi-criminal and making fun of me? You think I became like this because I wanted to be like this. Those bastards think I’m holding back because they don’t know how to get angry, so they’re making fun of me, but I really want to stab them in the eye…

” “I’m so fucking clueless about a topic I’m not even capable of.”

“They say that recognizing danger as a danger is in the order of intelligence, but I don’t know if those bastards have replaced intelligence with faith, or if they don’t have intelligence in the first place and just memorize doctrine one-dimensionally. Anyway, the higher-ranking gods have no idea that if I don’t hold back, they could die…”

But the more I think about it, the more I feel bad. Why is my life so fucking bad? If you give up your dreams because your legs are broken and your face is scratched badly, haven’t you already suffered everything you can suffer in life? Why do I have to suffer something like this just because I played a game I like?

“Those dumplings too… ha. done. “What are you doing?”

“…?”

I drank the cup I had filled several times. What number was it? Five times? Sixth time? I’ve heard that drinking hard liquor straight will make you sick, but I’m surprised that it’s more bearable than I thought, although it only makes me feel hot and a little sore. is not it. Is this just my subjective illusion and could I actually be drunk? Am I already drunk?

[…that dear Gretchen. For the most part, I tried not to say anything. Why don’t you stop drinking or burn off the alcohol with Maggi?]

I don’t know anything else, but one thing is certain: it’s hot. I also rolled up my sleeves. My hand slipped a few times, but I didn’t fail.

[Even though their bodies are superior to those of ordinary people, they cannot completely prevent certain ingredients from affecting their bodies, right? Do you remember how many times you fainted from poison? How can I not deal with acute alcoholism…?!]

However, the act of making a mistake a couple of times is irritating. Even the voices echoing in my head are like that. No, in fact, her very existence was the problem.

“What can you say about a bastard who would cut off even Jesus and Buddha as soon as he saw them…”

[They are from a different neighborhood so they wouldn’t be able to use their strength.]

“You have the personality of someone who would have been cut off even if you were from the same neighborhood. You bastard will never be able to go to your hometown, and you will be treated like pig vomit in hell…” [

…You are so determined and harsh when you swear.] If

I really feel like it, I want to get rid of him even if it means splitting his head. Actually, that would be the same for Faust. But why not really try it?

I put my hand on my forehead. It was cool. I forgot about the irritation for a moment and focused on the coolness of my hands. I stayed still with my hand on my forehead.

“Are you talking to the devil?”

Meanwhile, the Meister asked while chomping on his snacks. Daniel trembled.

“…kyung.”

“…I wish I could beat this bastard just once.”

I don’t think violence is an appropriate means of punishment, and I don’t particularly feel relieved by using violence against people, but I want to hit that angry bastard. Even just smashing the back is fine.

“Oh, about that.”

“…?”

“Can’t we just put him in a ratel or something like that kid did and let him get out?”

“…!”

Even with my hot head, I clearly understood Meister’s point. It was almost an instinctive catch. Even Daniel looked at me with wide eyes. expectation. That emotion was visible in both of our eyes.

“Is it okay?”

“…is it okay?”

[Do you think it will work? [Gretchen] “Would you go out knowing that you would be punished?]

“Damn it…”

Of course, that sweet dream went to waste in an instant. The film ended just like that with a huge sense of disappointment for me.