Chapter 167 – 167 – A Quick Reconciliation Is Like Preparation for an Escalation of War.
“The first hero who underwent meiotic division is scattered all over the world and is acting like a bastard? I knew about it a long time ago.”
“Mithra is looking after that 10,000 twin tiger bastard army? You know that too.”
“The elf king is a good porter. Honestly, who knew… I knew. Anyway, what on earth do you think of us?”
[···There are a lot of things you didn’t know before I told you, you conscienceless bastards!]
Yagarum, who had been thoroughly beaten, screamed. And he got hit again for saying something he wasn’t asked about.
Even a high-ranking devil, who claims to be a close associate of the Demon King, seems to be helpless in the face of primitive attack. Yagarum, wrapped in bandages, writhed around his body and fell silent.
The Shingyo agents who volunteered to carry out the raid wiped their sweat with a satisfied expression. I was whispering that this moment was the most refreshing since I came to the dull air of the demon world.
On the other hand, I don’t feel very refreshed.
People all over the world will lose their aptitude to Danar?
Are you saying that all warriors with superhuman fighting power, fighters with destructive power in the martial arts they use with their bodies, and apt swordsmen who can wield weapons like experts from the moment they fly will all disappear?
If the world becomes as dangerous as it was before the blessing of aptitude, everyone will rely on Mithra for strong order?
The sun god, who is said to be the greatest of all gods, seems to have desires as childish as a five-year-old street leader. He encourages bullies to torment the world, and enjoys the position of being worshiped by those who are tormented by those bullies.
There are people who claim that the gods are truly evil. Instead of solving worldly problems such as monsters and diseases, they are a people who enjoy watching people’s suffering in a safe place.
Mainstream society despises such people, calling them evil theists. This is because it is an established belief that the gods of all sects help our lives in their own way. From annual farming, protection in war, making potions at the temple, and even aptitude talents that make life easier for all of us.
However, these days, as I am deeply involved in dangerous matters, I hear too many stories that only those evil theist types would like.
It is certainly unfair that such a strong little person is a god, but lamenting alone is not enough to overcome the predicament. At least let’s put aside the thought that we are unlucky to be born into this world.
Especially people like me who never have dry dicks need to shut up. This is also the reason why we can laugh it off even if we get into a collision accident in an odd place these days.
As the human specimen named Adamantone showed, there are no qualifications for status or talent, and a ruthless person who has no superiors to catch and scold him can go astray at any time. The great Mithra may also be going through a serious period of puberty. He’s an asshole, but is there a reason? I understand.
There’s really something else I don’t understand.
“Plan to destroy porters? You hate porters so much? Isn’t that strange, Danar himself is a porter?”
“···The Demon King said that he does not want to leave Evenna and the traitor’s blood behind in the world. And Danar Numen Evennarson, as you can tell from his name, is Evenna’s child. Yes, he definitely has a strange side.”
“Could it be a lack of qualifications?”
Adamantone, who was watching carefully, joined the conversation.
“So, I’m not saying that he thinks he’s a guy who shouldn’t have existed. In fact, he wanted to be of the bloodline of a hero he respects… Or that I was in that position. It’s just that I thought that way…”
“···Cheer up.”
“Yes, that’s my story…”
Adamanton nodded his head in casual acknowledgment, then leaned back into a chair in the corner of the ship and pulled the blanket over his head.
Then he bit his fist and began to sob secretly. It seems like it’s trying to cry quietly, but its voice is a bit loud. If you clean the window gently, it will make a sound like that.
Florica, who was looking at Adamantone sympathetically, opened her mouth.
“I think it makes sense. I know that feeling a little bit, too. Maybe I was immersed too deeply in self-destruction and anger after hearing the story from the first hero that I was born through betrayal and adultery?”
“If that is really the case, it will be difficult to resolve it through persuasion. Until you gain the power to determine your aptitude and make yourself not a porter, that petty tantrum will not be resolved.”
Shin Gyo-ju grabbed his warrior sword.
“In that case, we will have to stop it, even if it means killing him in the end. As the monarch of a country, it will not be easy to carry out and clean up after it. How long does it take to reach the dimensional gap, Captain?”
Erina raised her head at the mention of her captain. It was only a moment later that she realized that the words were referring to herself.
And she said, grinning as if she really liked that title.
“Let’s see. Ah, ah. Test. We would like to inform all passengers on board. This aircraft is scheduled to arrive at its destination in three hours, at 13:00 Etheria Standard Time. With Etheria Aviation We will take you comfortably to the end of your trip. Thank you.“
“···My ears are dropping. What is that?”
“In-flight announcement. Do you want to try it?”
“That’s it. I’m going to wake up everyone who’s about to take a break.”
Shocked, Erina looked back toward the airplane seat.
After Yagarum’s noisy interrogation, the refugee children, who had been able to sleep comfortably, were looking around again with their wrinkled faces to see what the fuss was about. Erina became thoughtful and turned her head.
“I’m sorry.”
“What am I sorry about? Thanks to you, I’m getting out of hell safely. There’s really no one else I’m sorry for. Think about who made those people anxious in the first place.”
Erina and I stared at one side of the ship’s seats. Florica, lost in thought as she placed Uza’s lighthouse on her lap, winced. Garam, who was secretly shooting Florica behind her, pretended not to notice and turned his gaze away from her.
“Look at those eye rolls.”
“···More, thanks to you, you were able to prevent a situation that could have led to a big problem, right?”
“The devil child was recovering quickly by stealing emergency food from the backpack. Thanks to us, we caught him before it was too late!”
“Suddenly, the two of you get along really well. If you got caught and got caught, does almost hitting the pilot in the back of the head with a luggage bag count as a good thing?”
Florica’s posture crumpled like a deflated balloon. Garam looked out of her window as if distracted, then closed his eyes tightly. The sea outside the window is spectacular. It seems as if he is hanging on the side of Nidroga, who has turned into a dragon, and is looking down on the world.
They are also similar in that she has dizzying imaginations of what will happen to her if she falls.
“Can you drive this?”
“···No.”
The hesitant expressions of the two are familiar. When young Thena, who went everywhere with me in a two-person party when we were young, made a strange mistake that put our fate at stake, she looked exactly like that. I opened my savings account by mistake, or I accidentally booked two rooms at an inn when I needed to save every penny on living expenses.
What was Tena like back then? She watched her, hoping she wouldn’t get angry, bit her lip as she wondered if she would be scolded more if she told her, and trembled until the fateful moment when she had no choice but to admit her mistake.
If you think about it, it’s a pity. Tena these days, who has acquired a steely expression, doesn’t show that kind of immaturity.
These two are similar to TENA at the time. These are kids who have just become adults but are young at heart, and whose tests were too much for their personal preparation.
…In Garam’s case, it may be a test of my experience with women, but that’s the truth anyway…
“Erina, I’m asking just in case you don’t know.”
“Actually, it’s your fault too.”
“If you think deeply about this, it might be my fault… How did you know and answer before I even asked?”
“Actually, it’s your fault. You fiery fox-like person who goes 360 degrees with flirting. I’ll tell you exactly what you have to do. I’ll appease those passionate tempers that have been heated up like explosives thanks to you. Reconcile them somehow. “Don’t touch me by mistake and set it off again, causing sparks to fly at me.”
“Can you teach me the piloting skills?”
“If you don’t have the confidence to reconcile, let’s go that way. Where should we start? Can you see the engine panel over there?”
I raised my head. A scary board with an unknown language and lots of buttons I don’t know what it is is staring at me. I quickly closed my eyes.
“I’ll go and make sure we make up.”
“···If you think there’s going to be another fight, tell me. Even if something flies at me and breaks my neck, I’ll turn on autopilot and die.”
It feels a little sad to say that I don’t have any expectations, but honestly, I’m not confident either.
At the Special Monster Extermination and Removal Party party, there were push factors such as Sister Monica’s charisma and Nidroga’s overwhelming physicality. There was also a strange system in place where people would curse at each other when they were upset and move on.
Not these two. Florica is psychologically unstable, and we have already seen the latent temper in Taiga’s blood.
Let’s take a look back at our memories. How did two kids who formed a party to rebuild their hometown reconcile in a case like this?
I sat them down side by side and knelt in front of them. Then he tore the combat ration pound cake into three pieces.
“Meal time.”
“···What are we going to do?”
“If you’re a professional porter, you need to replenish calories whenever you can. You never know when you’ll have to pack your bags and run. And that goes for you too.”
I tore the pound cake into three pieces. He then placed one on the laps of Garam and Florica, who were sitting on either side.
“A combatant must not have an empty stomach. First, before sharing life-giving food, there must be a ritual of looking into each other’s eyes and saying sorry.”
“···I’m not hungry. Really.”
“You know this is bullshit, right? And why do I have to apologize to this weakling first?”
Florica, in tears, curled her lips and asked. Erina, who was examining the situation, muttered as if she knew that would happen.
“···Where was the autopilot button…”
“It worked.”
After calling each person individually to a quiet place and negotiating for a while, I was able to return to the main deck with good news.
Captain Erina, who was concerned about the safety of the Stingray airship, answered with a suspicious look in her eyes, as if she did not really trust her.
“How did you reconcile it?”
“Don’t ask me how.”
“Privacy?”
“Roughly.”
“Did you do it?”
“What?”
Erina pretended to stick her index finger into the circle of her fingers with an indifferent expression. I pretended to be disgusted.
“···What are you looking at me for? Do I look like a nymphomaniac who only tries to solve situations by doing things like that?”
“You agreed to do it?”
I couldn’t answer. Erina said, rubbing her eyelids as if her eyeballs were sore.
“I still have no idea what kind of monster you are.”
“Actually, I am too…”
Florica thought Garam couldn’t hear her, but she was promised a kiss. Garam, with her sharp ears, was promised more progress than that.
Garam, who accepted her promise, apologized to Florica first. Florica accepted her truce, but she gave me a look that seemed to urge the truth.
I think I know how I will die. We will not be crushed to death by the thumb of Mithra, who looks at us like ants. He will not die as a result of being swept up in King Danar’s conspiracy to monopolize his enemies or his plan to destroy the porters. So at least there seems to be no need to inflate concerns in that direction.
I’m sure I’m going to trip over my own dick like Karl Brandt.
