Chapter 411 – Where Lightning Grazed.
-Shoot it
It was rain that greeted Usher as he got out of the buried wagon. Unlike the underground, which was filled with silence, the outside world was filled with a curtain of fog created by the shattering of rain.
What cannot be hidden even with such a curtain is the surrounding landscape, which is completely different from before. The pure white sand and calmly flowing water are gone, and the dark red muddy water is so different from the sand of Parz.
Tuk-tuk, knocking on the head, wet the hair, and looking up along the rain that runs down the body, there are also gray dark clouds in full bloom. The rain that wets his clothes is as cold as ice.
“You’re all right! I’m glad you did.”
What came in front of him was the image of Rachel with her blue hair wet with rain.
“The others…”
When Usher asked her sudden question, she pointed with her finger.
“I’m resting there.”
There was a house made of tents and iron plates surrounding a barely ten wagon. It’s shabby, but at least it didn’t look like enough to avoid the rain. However, what caught Usher’s attention more than anything else was the image of the knights diligently walking around on the muddy water with the Hilldisbinies even in the pouring rain.
“What about those people?”
“There are quite a few people still buried, so we’re rescuing them.”
“Then me too.”
When he said that he would follow them to the rescue, Rachel smiled bitterly and lightly placed a light balm on his forehead. She didn’t hurt that much, but she didn’t know why, so she was rubbing her forehead, so she shook her head.
“You’ve already protected us enough, haven’t you? Go in and get some rest now.”
“But.”
Aren’t they all blocked? That’s why so many people are still buried. As Usher tried to say more, Rachel winked behind him.
“Then I’ll go find the others.”
“Please leave it to me in peace.”
“Ah.”
Usher knew right away who she was glancing at at the touch of someone holding her own hand. Following her hand and raising her head, Helena was looking down at him with a slightly stern expression.
‘I can’t believe it.’
Rachel glanced behind her as she took the reins of the Hill Dis Beanie and led it. At the end of her gaze was Helena leading her own Hill Dis beanie, and Usher holding her hand to the makeshift tent.
Remembered at the same time. When the land that rose high in the sky like a tidal wave came crashing down on them. Even though it was just the aftermath of the breath that Regin fired in the distance, Rachel was certain that she would die when she faced the sight.
“Master.”
As much as she prayed, clinging to her own voice, which was chanted in search of her teacher, whom she longed for more than anyone else.
“…!”
For a moment, she thought that the prayer had worked. It was because the huge silver shield created by the silver light spreading from the back of the carriage blocked the land that was pushing towards them. The sight was just as beautiful and astonishing.
Could it be an inadvertent miracle? As I thought. However, Rachel was able to see the place where the silver shield bloomed, so she could notice that it was not just a miracle, but a paladin’s magic.
Gideon stayed with Jeremiah to gain time from the wizard, so there are only three paladins left here. At least it wasn’t that kind of magic that was allowed to Rachel and Kane, so it was possible to know that it was Usher’s magic.
‘Did Master know that this would happen?’
Their lives were saved by another disciple accepted by her master, whom they thought was dead. Even though they knew it couldn’t be, it was as if their master had protected them.
-Kurreuk!
‘Now, saving people should come first.’
Rachel clutched the shovel she had strapped to her saddle, her own Hill Dis beanie, deciding to put her complicated thoughts behind her at the sign of sniffing and looking at her in the rain.
‘Still, I personally don’t want to recommend becoming a knight.’
‘Why?’
As if she had waited, she heard the voice of Yakaf, the teacher, vividly heard in her ears, and the voice of the young Rachel following him.
‘Why is it that crawling is hard? Because I have so many responsibilities.’
‘Responsibility?’
She grabbed her shovel and stamped it into the rain-soaked, dark red soil, and when it wouldn’t be pushed out, she put her foot on top of her shovel and pressed hard to push the soil away.
‘Yes, a knight is someone who takes responsibility.’
‘What’s your responsibility?’
Crispy, the soil that is scattered from the tip of the shovel and the soil that rises as the water drains.
‘A lot. Too many Responsibility to sharpen martial arts.’
Crisp, a shovel that puts the soil back into the place where it was dug before the soil collapses.
‘Responsibility to kill monsters. Responsibility to defeat the enemy.’
A shovel that scoops out and piles up around to prevent crisp, muddy water from flowing in.
‘Responsibility to protect people. Responsibility to get blood on your hands.’
Crisp, followed by a series of boring and boring repetitions.
‘Responsibility to protect the country. Responsibility to be exemplary.’
To save people was to continue such hard work in silence.
‘Besides that, you have to shoulder a lot of responsibilities so that you can be respected like a knight you want.’
“Haaa.”
Rachel let out a sigh of relief when she saw the roof of a wagon uncovered only when her own body was halfway into the ground.
“Sir Rachel. Would you like to shift?”
She shook her head at the question of a knight who approached her and asked.
“I’m fine. Please continue the search.”
“All right.”
Rachel lowered her head, watched his back as he walked away, and looked around.
“Sometimes I understand why Master stopped me from wanting to be a knight.”
When she let out a sigh as she watched the men running and searching in spite of her endless pouring rain. The raindrops hitting her hair were gone. It didn’t stop raining on her. Because it was still raining all around.
“I guess her sister must have been that stubborn Mr. Yoffe was talking about.”
“You are…”
The reason was simple. Because the harpy girl, Nausicaa, was standing on top of the hole Rachel had dug, holding an umbrella. She laughs bitterly
“I just came here to talk. You can continue working.”
“Is that so?”
Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, Rachel grabbed the shovel and dug the side of the wagon.
“Is that umbrella made by Master?”
“Gigkigki. On a rainy day, I just want to stay at home. I always take him out and eat something delicious.”
I guess that’s why I always waited for a rainy day. It rarely rains in Parzu.
“They loved it from the first time they saw the rain.”
Rachel recalled her master jumping in joy when he saw the first rain on the ground from which he had led them. She moved diligently, feeling as if Yakaf’s voice had permeated the story of Nausicaa.
-Tadadadadada
-Tangtadang!
Usher perched on the edge, looking out, listening to the endless rain pounding on the tents over the wagons. Tuk-tuk, occasionally feeling the cold raindrops tickling her toes, Helena approached and sat down next to him.
“Bocchan, this.”
“Thank you.”
The small biscuit swollen with the water she handed her touched her heart, and she bit her mouth trying to hide the tears that were about to leak out. The biscuit was also swollen with water and was soft and chewy, but I thought that it was not so inedible, so I kept it in my mouth, chewed it, and looked outside again.
There were knights roaming around looking for people buried in the ground even in the thick fog. Maybe he should be there too? If you feel anxious and want to step into the mud.
“Young master.”
“…No.”
He stopped at the sound of Helena’s voice holding him like her ghost. Because she couldn’t just ignore the words of her who had protected him even by giving her body to the monster.
“Is he the owner of that shield?”
“Hey, be careful what you say!”
If you remain silent, you will hear those voices. There were women, newborn babies, or peers of an obscure age to use their strength.
“Ugh, be careful with your words. You and I look the same age anyway.”
“Can we compare just because we’re the same age?”
“I also have a shield like that…!”
“This guy is all about words. He’s not just a knight, he’s a paladin, right?”
Usher felt burdened by the stories they talked about as if they were looking at him as if he were a great person, and their stares stabbing him in the back.
‘I couldn’t keep anything.’
Even now, with a feeling of grabbing at straws, he wandered over the fog-filled mud in search of traces of the unlikely girl who had disappeared with the wizard. Usher then remembered the note he had received from Kane, and opened the crumpled paper to check the contents again.
‘Hi.’
No matter how many times I checked, there was only one word written on the note.
‘Erika.’
Because of that, the girl couldn’t have known that his heart was breaking even more.
