Chapter 354 – The Descent of the Goddess (5)
‘Hey, my lord! Lord!!〉
It was a time when I could not hide my worries about my wives participating in the war. A certain soldier came running to Minerva, breathing heavily.
‘A giant! Those hideous giants are running amok on East Gate Street! They must be excited about those who chased and attacked those who entered the building!〉
Minerva opened her mouth as soon as she heard the news, but I was able to bet all of Audrey’s phantom thief items that it was a double desire that she couldn’t bear to let out.
‘Sir.’
Because I, too, had a double curse inwardly.
‘What kind of idiot did this?’
─Tsk. I clicked my tongue nervously.
To the jotuns of the other world, sunlight was an element they hated, not poison. The guy who fought with me was also in danger, so didn’t he crawl out under the sunlight and fight?
It seemed to receive additional damage from the match, but even with Veronica’s magic with a unique staff, she couldn’t get a one-kill.
The poison was poison, but it was not at the level of lethal poison.
For Jotun, a sunny place seemed to be a position roughly equivalent to that of a dung field for humans. Just imagining it would be shitty, but better than dying, just that kind of place.
With that analogy, it was easy to understand. A guy who used to live well in his own world is suddenly summoned to another world, is that a shitfield?
It is only natural to tremble and avoid the fucking plague. Even if it were me, I would do that. I, who has experience of being summoned to another world, guarantees it.
However, it seemed that some bastard bastard, who was ahead of the public reputation, touched those who rode the jonber like that and got sick.
─Mr. Mm. Mmr.
What was even more damning was that the nobles were thinking of jumping up and down at the news.
We couldn’t help but make an impression. There’s no way the soldiers here would have speared the buttocks of the giants, who made it feel like shit just by looking at them, so it must have been the nobles who did this after all.
I’m sorry to treat them in a rush, but aren’t those nobles just like them?
It was unforgivable for them to pack a lot of shit and bounce.
〈… Mr. Dismuke. Please lend me your ear for a moment.”
I summoned him, who remained Selena’s surrogate, and shot him telepathically. It is the rune of ᚨ (Ansuz), a one-way telepath.
Dismuke, who was contemptuous of the nobles who were only aiming for Dodge Gak, heard my suggestion and nodded his head.
〈I’ll be back soon.〉
After escorting him off to Selena at a brisk pace, I rummaged through the corpse of Jotun lying on the floor.
Are you farming leather? No way. Don’t have time for that
I just thought I should investigate my weaknesses if I thought I was going to fight with these bastard friends again.
The other day, I never thought that we would fight like this again—especially that dozens of them would come out in a pile.
Chew-!!
After roughly rummaging through the entrails and leather, I changed his bracelet into a spear and slashed his entrails.
Then, one nobleman, who was discussing how to get home with his subordinates in preparation for battle, who had no interest in it, got into a fight.
The disgusting-looking noble suddenly gave me a thumb and walked proudly. What are you trying to do to me?
He was the owner of a contemplation that he wanted to give others a fucking look all his life, as if he had made it, but he was impressed by the sound of meat being cut, and when he saw the beast return mana on my spear, he became his flagship.
Other nobles also shouted in sympathy with his surprise.
Hey, this tricks even nobles. I secretly laughed and brushed off the blood from the blade.
At my answer, the nobles behind me burst into exclamation.
In a different world where iron is the raw material, the material for high-end armor was a powerful monster, and if you saw Jotun’s power or tantanham, you would know the defense power of this armor.
〈… Didn’t you tell the difference in strength when hunting?
Minerva asked a rather sharp question. The aristocrat who came to pick up the fight said it was this time and ran away.
I shook my head.
‘I’ve just been out and I’m on my way back. This guy was caught by my colleagues.〉
〈… Did you kill that monster without the one who handles the aura?〉
Then, as I had hoped, speculation about my identity spread among the nobles.
Aura is an exclusive possession of the Mithril class or higher.
Even if you’re a fucking Saiyan-level fighting race like the Ulsters, using an ordinary Aura means you’ve reached the level of one of the greatest fighters in combat. I can’t help but be surprised that a stranger uses something like that.
‘I’m using a wild aura, but.’
In any case, it was around the time that the speculation of a trump card hired by the Hermaion guild leader was spreading.
─Meadak! Dismuke returned with a piece of paper.
〈… I mean?〉
I was surprised and put out my flippers. Even though I first asked her to do her low role, her words.
‘Anyway, it’s fast. Do you know that Selena is in an emergency, too?’
Well, right now, there’s no one else to trust but us.
I turned around to face Dismuke. It was because I felt the nobles gather their eyes together and shoot a rolling vulcan into the back of my head. It was a gaze like an animal appreciating the strength of the opponent.
I said, taking their eyes firmly with my back.
‘Are you all right? Even if you entrust your personal affairs to a rogue like me.〉
‘What are you saying! Aren’t you Nord, who brought a girl who almost died in the other world back to this world! The guild leader will surely trust you and leave it to you. There is a saying that it is the right place.〉
Dismuke, like a ghost, recognized my thoughts and raised the value of Nord’s name.
A little exaggerated, but very good. After all, being a butler in a rich family isn’t something everyone does. Thank you thank you again
I grinned. Originally, deception or bragging pretended not to be, pretended not to know, ‘Is this good? Isn’t it a national rule to brag about it?
〈Resurrection in another world? Indeed, if it’s a warrior who can handle an aura…〉
The eyes of the aristocrats changed from ‘commoner shack’ to the feeling of seeing a warrior who has both skills and achievements.
To deal with the nobles of Pomsaeng Pomsa, it was a law that required a certain level of ‘class’. I was trying to cover that with my skills and personal connections.
‘This is why people have to keep their personal connections on a regular basis.’
But whenever there is an event, all the people I come in contact with don’t help me in the least in my life, so why do I get help from people I’ve only met briefly?
Even if you know life, you don’t know.
〈… Nord. Yes, Nordra.〉
Then Minerva stroked her chin and said.
‘I remember. Did you say that a Kitai with a Germanic name defeated a black magician belonging to Immortalis in Britannia? I remember it because it was quite unusual news.〉
“You mean Immortalis?”
Even nobles who don’t know the world know about the world’s notorious bastards. It was kind of funny because it was a standard reaction.
‘No, but how does the lady know that?’
I was embarrassed for a moment, but quickly recovered my mind.
The incident at that time was definitely a large-scale raid event with a high level for a sucker, and since then, a long time has passed, enough for the seasons to change.
Isn’t there a law that the news shouldn’t reach Romania across the sea?
–
Perfect for a newspaper headline. If you leave this alone, it’s not trashy.
I secretly spit on my mouth and said.
Why am I taking responsibility, motherfucker On the inside, I cursed at the assholes, but on the outside, I smiled kindly.
─Jurureuk.
Of course, behind the smiling face, a bowl of cold sweat flowed.
Those bastards are idiots to anyone, but in a class society, the class was a gangster. There was nothing good about me because I hated them.
Wasn’t it because of the pressure from the nobles that made me start a harem right away?
In the past and now, the shadow of a nobleman could become a great dark cloud in my life.
I was about to say something like this to hide the fact that I stole the auction item, but I hurriedly shut my mouth.
That was something the adventurer-archaeologist Nord was not supposed to know. It’s a top-secret matter with no reason or way to find out.
‘Fuck. Be careful with your mouth, Kang Buk-ho.’
I bruised myself
It’s true that my head is a bit better than others, but there are limits to what can be done at the same time. If you think differently, you cannot avoid making mistakes.
〈──Who caused the incident, wouldn’t it be enough to let bizarre monsters rain down from the sky?
The nobles seemed to agree, but kept their mouths shut. Then Minerva spoke as the representative.
‘You are 100% right. But, so what?〉
She half-opened her eyes as if she were listening to the sounds of battle from far away from her.
‘My husband went to the barracks with the elite soldiers of our territory. The soldiers of Lenapolis are evacuating citizens and coordinating the war situation, but if this is just chatter, it will be a waste of time.〉
It’s my husband He wouldn’t be as young as he looked, would he be roughly in his 40s or 50s?
If you are a pro-noble that has been worn out like that, even the soldiers of other people’s lands will follow. If it’s Lucregens, it’s also a neighboring estate.
‘This is not a joke. If this was just an omen or preparation, it meant that special attention was needed. This is because this battle could be a prelude to the fate of the country.〉
I brought out the biggest point.
At my words, most of the nobles made faces that said it was none of my business, but some of the more discerning nobles hardened their faces.
And Minerva was the quick-witted side of hers.
It was only after hearing Minerva’s words that some carefree idiots realize that this was theirs, and her face turned pale.
But still, 70% of the nobles acted as if it wasn’t my business.
‘… Oh my gosh, don’t those freaking bastards still have no idea what this is all about?’
He is aristocratic in appearance, but he is filthy and dark in speech.
If you are an ordinary person, you can understand even if you don’t understand it, but wasn’t the ability to grasp the true meaning of words important to nobles? I might be filmed, but should I just be honest and tell you what I mean?
I was fucking agonizing over that option, just in time for one of the nobles to open their mouth.
Anyone can see that the old man in his 60s or older recited bullshit.
Considering the face value, that young son was already at an age where he would have given birth to his sons and daughters, but he was making an excuse that didn’t sound like much, saying that he would jump out at this spot.
But the aristocrat who opened his mouth, perhaps from a neighboring territory, struck the ultimate self-destructor as if I couldn’t die alone.
Be suspicious of the emperor’s loyalty VS Fight the monsters of the other world!
Whoa, the golden balance is gone. Fuck.
Of course, it was admirable because I was a Namil, and the nobles jumped up and down as if they were doing somersaults in place.
“Ah, no, does that make sense?!”
At his words, all the nobles finally rolled their eyes in embarrassment.
They also barely realized the weight of the situation.
‘It’s worth it. Because Romania is an absolute monarchy.’
I was relieved to feel that things were going well and split the room.
A feudal nation like Britannia, so to speak, was created by building owners and land owners coming together and saying, “From today onwards, we are Britannia allies!”
So even the king could not interfere in the internal affairs of other lords without justification.
Think about it. Just because I have 10 apartments, can’t I tell other people’s apartments to lower or raise their maintenance fees?
‘But Romania is different.’
Holy Empire Romania was an absolute monarchy and emperor’s country.
A country where all lands were returned to the imperial family through wars of conquest and the like!
‘So nominally all lands in Romania are the emperor’s territory?’
Most of the countries of the conquering monarchs on Earth were like that.
In other words, lords were only those who eventually became loyal to the emperor or surrendered to the emperor, or nobles entrusted with the rule of the territory as their descendants.
Didn’t Minerva say that to us who were thieving thieves the other day?
I was entrusted with the rule by His Majesty the Emperor.
‘Of course, giving and taking away is something bastards do, and no one is loyal to a bastard.’
That’s why the emperor wouldn’t persecute or persecute the lords for no reason.
‘But let’s make this case enough to break the joint, won’t you?’
What if, after being thrown out here, the matter escalates so much that the emperor later asks, ‘Why did they get involved at that time?’?
It’s a fucking estate, but it’s rather fortunate if it’s taken away. Wouldn’t it be better than a purge beam?
No? Even if you don’t like it, it’s the ending angle of the three-legged extinction group, right?
The king of a feudal state has no right to be angry at why he didn’t come to help when the apartment next door was on fire, but the emperor of Romania could have asked why you, as janitors, only watched my apartment catch fire.
I would have been able to make an excuse if we all jumped together.
‘But the lords around here must want to play Shimai in someone else’s territory instead of running a full-time Jotun defense in their own territory?’
You’re saying that since Neg Youngji is far from here, he’ll just jump out?
The lords who suffered damage turn around and say to the emperor, ‘That bastard!’ Crunchy.
In other words, it was as if a war had broken out and the general on the scene had made an underpants run.
What crazy commander-in-chief forgives that?
‘If the rabbit wants to make the fox work, it must borrow the tiger’s name.’
Ganshin switch is ON. Hehe. This is called Gabulgi. Just a little taste of the 21st century death.
‘For the sake of the country! Arm! No way!〉
In the end, our trustees chose the former after thinking about the crossroads of being fucked now vs being fucked up later.
Dismuke watched the process and said with emotion.
‘You are truly wonderful. With just a few words——〉
─Tuk. I didn’t even look at Dismuke and punched him in the chest. The slightly agitated butler quickly shut his mouth.
I’m sure he was trying to compliment me for beating them up with my tongue, but I’m sorry, but I’ll take your heart.
Praise is the lubricant of communication, but there are a little more ears to listen here. Moreover, the performance of the ears was also above average.
In a place like this, it was right to refrain from saying anything bad.
While saying that, Minerva recited the outline of her full-fledged strategy.
Her strategy, which she seemed to represent, almost matched our thoughts, so I only told you about Signatio’s existence and Jotun’s weakness.
When a nobleman whose foot was on fire made a fuss, Minerva replied nonchalantly.
Uh, so it seems to mean ‘If you’re a religious maniac, you would have run to the manor house long ago’.
I’m turning my words around It’s something even nobles can’t do.
〈Just in case, seek cooperation from the Church of Janus and move immediately. Because I spent too much time in a situation where one second was a waste.〉
After saying that, Minerva looked at me as if passing me by.
〈… It wasn’t that much of a loss.〉
Swallow, that lady seems to have noticed that I was deliberately flirting with the nobles.
What do you think? It seems to have noticed that it helped, so it’s okay.
〈Is staffing finished? Then let’s compete.〉
With Minerva’s words as a signal, we started fighting.
