Chapter 369 – Armals (2)
The deposit of 40 gold coins was also confirmed with a receipt.
Satisfied with the deposit, I returned to the mansion and thanked Selena.
‘Thank you, Miss Selena. It worked out thanks to your help.〉
Selena responded with a lively smile.
Of course, I could have bet Dana’s thesis ink that that expression was made by practicing in front of a mirror, but isn’t it a virtue for business people to practice smiling? Teacher Baek said the same thing.
Anyway, Selena’s injuries healed to some extent, and she even gave me a congratulatory applause for my successful return.
For the time being, I have to take care of myself quietly so that the wound doesn’t get worse.
‘No way! We also have a good relationship!〉
Selena made a meaningful expression.
It’s not about me. It was referring to Primord.
With Diavolo escaping as a half-life reflection and the lord of Lenapolis starting to wander somewhere between a human and a mummy, they were in a difficult situation as they had nowhere to go.
All the inns worthy of Armials were either destroyed in the Jotun River riot, or other nobles occupied them!
It was Selena who brought up her proposal from there.
She recommended Primor and the escorts to stay at the mansion with the appropriate excuse of ‘this is also a relationship’.
Perhaps the Hermaion Guild will use this meeting as an opportunity to connect with her family.
“Ah, that’s right. I am really grateful that you came to see me first, but Madam was also looking for Nord.”
Selena screamed excitedly, then, as if her wound was sore, she held on to the injured area and whimpered as she spoke.
Selena said that she would understand and left, and the female knight came to visit her as if to change.
As I said hello to her, I remembered the letter I received from Primor the other day.
‘… How did Primord explain me?’
Only Primor knows that Nord = Yesugei.
So Primor wrote a secret letter to the escorts and told them how I explained my status to them.
‘Because if the story doesn’t match, the lie will be exposed.’
So obviously… Did these people say that they only knew me as ‘the adventurer who defeated Diavolo and a guest invited to the family’?
‘I’ll have to act as if I’m different from Jesus.’
Resolving to be careful not to slip my tongue this time, I started talking to her.
The priestess brought up the story after a brief introduction.
〈Is it a week? … May I ask why?〉
I was a bit perplexed, so I asked.
Tirsi is still in good spirits ─ but he can often be seen blushing as if he is getting cold ─, considering the travel time, he wanted to confirm his safety as soon as possible.
The female knight replied as if it was difficult to tell the details.
It seemed like it would only make things difficult for me to ask, so I just said that’s okay~ and moved on.
If it was something I needed to know, Primor would have written it in a letter.
‘If it’s unavoidable, what should I do?’
If it’s an unavoidable problem, prepare to say goodbye before leaving.
Before leaving, I should say good-bye to Sister Heswald, and write a letter to Minerva so that there will be no regrets.
Katherine said her office was destroyed, and she was at the mansion, so she would be able to say hello anytime.
But, lucky or unlucky, on that very day I found out why we had to wait.
It was because the parish head of the Janus Church came to the mansion.
***
The parish head of the Janus Church was a middle-aged priest with a virtuous look.
Parishioner.
He wasn’t that high, but he was a priest with an ambiguous rank to ignore.
To put it simply, it was higher than honorary nobles, and lower than signatio-class priests or Primors.
Is that why? Receiving her guest, Selena devised a simple countermeasure.
He opened a dinner party that included the parish priest, Primor, and us.
Of course, it was only a dinner party, so it wasn’t as big as a party.
But why, it became a scene that would appear in a movie when someone says something like ‘I’ll invite you to dinner’.
My personal impression was The Great Gatsby.
It’s a dinner party with stupidly wide tables and great food.
The ceiling of the fucking spacious dining room was decorated with chandeliers.
A splendid time like a scene in a movie, perfect for the upper class who enjoys a meal with attendants or slaves!
‘Fuck.’
Right there, the Nords nibble on the food, feeling like a 80’s-90’s hillbilly family on their first visit to the restaurant.
‘Sickness… I just came…’
No, even if he came, he shouldn’t have called his wives.
I overheard the conversation of the three upper-class people in this seat while making cube steak from the meat on the plate in front of me.
〈Total expenditure and budget for this rework──〉
〈What you borrow from the commercial regiment──〉
What the fuck is that Did Odin’s eyes finally start causing bugs in the translation cheats even normally?
It was an incomprehensible bullshit. I decided to let their conversation go in one ear.
How did we end up here?
I was depressed. Even if you pretend not to know, you already know the answer. It was because Selena invited her to dinner, and even after hearing that she had other guests, she came along without thinking.
I should have noticed when Tirsi took it off saying that she was enough to eat porridge.
It was so bad that I was out on my own.
─Clark, rattle.
My family passed the time in different ways, not enjoying the meal.
After hesitantly serving her meat, Fran was startled and the maid whispered to her to ask for a favor, and for several dozen minutes, her ears turned red and she gnawed at the soup.
Dana had just put her utensils out of her hands, and Larry Lura couldn’t even ask for another dish because other people were talking important and heavy next to her.
【… Master. Really not? Why? Why should I put up with it? Didn’t you invite us to enjoy a meal?]
【I’ll buy you something delicious later. Please be patient now… 】
Among my family members, Veronica, who has a lot of interest in food, just pretended to be crazy and tried to eat, but when I stopped her by shooting her telepathically, she made her cry.
Don’t do that because you feel like your husband has sinned…
‘I’m afraid no one will follow me next time.’
Even if someone invited me to a meal and asked if I would go with them, my wives would all say no and run away.
My hunch was not wrong. As soon as the meal was over, Dana opened her mouth as her representative and made Dodge Gak.
Dana opened her gura and fled with her wives.
No fuck, look at what that sister is doing! When I was fighting with an enemy, even if I told them to jump, they said they would absolutely hate it and used a group!
But no matter what I think, that’s how our wives left their husbands dead and gone.
‘Teeeng…’
I was kicked out, so I tried to win mentally because my mentality was about to go out.
Yeah, that didn’t run away… Even if I stayed, I didn’t think it would help my husband’s business, so I resigned without notice… Anyway yes… No reply…
It is because of the sadness of the head of the household that his eyes become lukewarm. It’s dark.
〈This is tea from Kitai. My meeting with Mr. Nord sparked my curiosity about that distant continent.”
The parish head and Selena chatting amicably. Of course, I wasn’t an idiot.
‘Fuck this, it’s just green tea.’
The black tea you drink every day is made from fermented tea leaves.
I sipped tea while grumbling. Is there any reason for me to stay here?
I’d rather have whipped green tea frappuccino, and I’d voluntarily stay there thinking about my hometown, but calling people over and making them drink water with green tea powder. Hermaion Guild’s hospitality is a mess.
I decided to completely forget that I volunteered to participate in this meal.
Sometimes this kind of mental victory is good for mental health.
As I was drinking green tea at the MT like an ass who couldn’t talk, the virtuous head of the parish opened his mouth like that.
Primor, who had been responding appropriately, gave a curious look.
‘No, not me. I have come to convey the words of Lord Signatio.>
Primor frowned slightly, as if she had noticed something.
A man who appeared to be a slave in the service of religion brought a small box.
The parish priest had him hand over the box to the Primor escort.
〈… Okay.〉
As if he was truly sorry, the parish priest said sincerely.
I didn’t know what was going on this time, so I stayed still.
However, Primor put down the box the escort handed to him with a wry smile as if he were suffering from wiser time.
〈… What if you say disposal?〉
‘Cursed objects are easier to destroy than to unlock. Maybe, it was fate that had to be like that from the beginning.〉
Primor spoke calmly, but her escorts were horrified. The parishioner was a little taken aback as to whether he knew the contents.
Is that why? I had a rough idea of the contents of the box.
‘… Is it the wedding ring that Primor’s husband gave me?’
Otherwise, such a dramatic reaction to a cursed object would not have occurred.
Maybe that’s the ring that the warlock cursed. I thought that far and then made an impression.
‘Even if it’s not now, there will be a chance to do it, so you’re going to dispose of it?’
It seemed to me that Primord made a very impulsive decision.
Just like a woman who breaks up with her boyfriend and throws away all traces of him.
‘Of course, I wouldn’t say anything if I really had that attitude…’
It’s not just her boyfriend, it’s the stuff of her beloved husband.
Primor, who is unlikely to remarry, throws away an object that her ex-husband gave her with affection, which leads to her 100% later regret. So I sighed and said.
The parishioner asked strangely.
You know what I’m doing, but it seems odd for an archaeologist or adventurer to be interested in a cursed object.
I chose only the facts in moderation and answered.
‘My wife is also cursed. Of course, it’s not a curse that affects my daily life, and it has helped me to some extent.〉
After the parish head was convinced, all that remained was the problem of Primor.
〈… Can you do it for me?.〉
She asked with her glimmering anticipation in her eyes.
I nodded. Primord also nodded.
─Suck.
The escort wizard brought me a box.
To be honest, I was a little nervous and looked at the ring inside with Odin’s eyes, and immediately smiled bitterly.
‘I can see right away.’
The curse cleverly hidden in the ring was revealed in one second.
Even after washing her eyes and looking for the curse on Veronica, I couldn’t see even a trace.
Even if I stare at her with Odin’s eyes, I can’t see her spell of curse on her. Our servant misunderstood something and looked at her so much that she blushed and tried to take off her clothes.
At first, I thought it was because my magic level was low.
But now it’s clear that I’ve seen this curse.
Why I can’t see Veronica’s Curse through Odin’s eyes.
That must be ‘because the source of the curse is not in Veronica’.
‘It’s probably different from common curses.’
In fact, if you think about it, it was worth it. Wouldn’t it be virtually impossible to curse every bicorn upon birth?
In my opinion, the god Asher’s curse was a curse of the type where the source of its power flowed from somewhere, like
‘That’s why I can’t see it with Odin’s eyes.’
If anything, it is good to compare it from the point of view of modern people.
Even if you can read the namu wiki with your cell phone, you can’t hack the namu wiki server by disassembling the cell phone, right?
Like the server of an Internet site, if the source of the curse exists elsewhere, then the inability to see with these eyes makes sense.
‘If I could find out the location someday… Only then will the day come when the curse of the bicorns will be lifted.’
I reached out my hand to the curse, imagining a future that would surely come true.
