Chapter 472 – Traces and Records (3)
Satjit, the god of hunting.
As far as I know, that’s the name of a god on the Narmer-Nile side.
Usually, when modern people think of ‘fantasy religionists’, the image that comes to mind is the Romanian denomination, and the Narmer-Nile religion was very distinctive. The Church of Satis, which serves the god of hunters, is roughly the same.
‘It’s my first time seeing it, but.’
I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“I’m here to clear your doubts.”
It was a knock-off tone that matched the friendly one. However, the equipment worn on the body is fully armed no matter where you look at it. It would be a fucking angle if that smile was erased because there was a mistake.
I said while looking at the gauntlet that looked like a magic item.
〈… Come on, senior! Speech! You have to pay attention to how you speak!〉
When I spat out, Lalilura whispered in surprise. The word hound is not usually used with a good meaning, so he must have thought I was a bit harsh.
He chuckled, scratching his thick beard as if a sniper had cut it off.
That’s not a metaphor, it’s real.
If Tom the cat makes it his goal to hunt Jerry, the moment he succeeds in hunting and Jerry rummages, Tom rummages along with him. It’s really like the old religion that there’s no fucking scary mate even if you listen to it.
Death itself is a peaceful and non-painful sleep, so the followers of the hunting god call it ‘I went to Satis’ side’.
Pointing to the star sign, Oftum grinned.
‘So, brothers and sisters who want to live long hunt hunting that cannot be accomplished like the sun or the moon. On the other hand, idiots like me who live unaware of the preciousness of life claim to be the Hound of the God of the Hunt.〉
Even when she smiled, Larry Lu, she hid behind me, nodding her head at Off Tomb’s words, which gave off a somewhat terrifying presence. It was the same reason that homicide detectives were afraid even if they acted friendly.
“Then I think you know how you got here.”
Maybe he’s a better conversationalist than he thought, but Oftum spoke to him in a friendly way. I brought up a story I had seen while reading a book during research. There was such a thing in the myth of Narmer-Nile.
There was once a Narmer-Nile named Dybaldi, a goat hunter.
His daughter was reputed to be a beautiful and kind-hearted maiden, but one day she fell ill with an epidemic and was bedridden.
Dibaldi went around all day to feed his daughter the goat meat she loved, but she couldn’t find it because the barren Narmer-Nile and drought overlapped.
Eventually, dibaldi, through the cold of dawn and blinded by fatigue, returned to his hut, where he found a goat’s hide near his house and, in urgency, shot an arrow.
But she was his daughter, preparing a bonfire or cooking for her father, who returned late in the morning and shivered in the cold.
She came out wearing a goatskin that had not been processed in the cold of the desert after the sun had set, and was changed.
Dibaldi, dismayed, found the priest, but it was early morning, so his daughter’s life was lost. The hunting god, hearing the news, felt sorry for him and gave his followers a ‘blessing to distinguish prey’.
Of course, since it’s a myth, we don’t know if it really happened or how distorted it is.
Still, as much as the myth has been handed down, the hunting dogs of the hunting god are said to have similar abilities.
Oftum chuckled.
“You have a lot of knowledge, yes! That’s right. As you said, followers of the hunting god have the sense to distinguish whether the prey they desperately want to hunt is real.〉
He pointed at his eyes, nose and mouth, wrapped around him like a sniper.
〈… It is some warlock I swore to hunt. Well, I’ve only killed black magicians for nearly 30 years, but thanks to that, I can sense if there are black magicians around me.〉
When I shuddered, he gestured knowingly.
Who? I?
I shut my mouth at the unexpected evaluation. Come to think of it, most of my external activities—if I count only famous ones—were engaged in battles with
〈… Do you have any grudges against the black magicians?〉
When I said it carelessly, Oftum nodded proudly. “There are many people in my country who lead a foolish life like me. It is not a healthy life to live covered in blood until you are over 50 to avenge your siblings and parents.” Those words reminded me of a mithril class adventurer. A female adventurer from Narmer-Nile who dedicated her life to killing Immortalis. I’ve only known her for less than half a day, but she’s such an unforgettable character that she’s so damn impressive. I’m still using the Mithril he gave me.
Oftum said with a smirk.
‘Still, it is to be appreciated that you have killed the bastards of Immortalis. Actually, I came to this country after hearing the news about you, but since you are flashing in the east and west, I should be able to meet you.〉
I know because I burned with a vengeance toward Yerna. It’s fucking awful to say that it’s a revenge proxy.
Revenge is futile, but that’s for those who haven’t done it. Even if it was really futile, I had to put an end to it and be futile.
‘Never mind that. Even after looking for traces, the blessing didn’t respond. Those guys weren’t my enemies.〉
〈Can you tell just by looking at the traces?〉
Oftum threw something at me with the kind of cheerfulness you wouldn’t expect from someone who would spend his life on revenge. He was terrified for a moment, but it was an ordinary metal kick, so he caught it mid-air.
‘If you ever want to kill the warlocks, cross the desert and come to Narmer-Nile. If you submit it to the Church of Satis, news will come to me.〉
I don’t need a fuck like this. I hid my expression, but maybe it was obvious, Optum laughed.
‘I guess you don’t want to come. But we’ll see you again. Narmer-Nile is the place where the warlocks fight most fiercely. Dealing with evil mana is a monopoly of our country.”
I didn’t understand for a second, then I replied dumbly, but Off Tomb shook his hand like some black Hollywood actor and walked away. What is this shit.
‘That man is innocent. I swear to the Hunt God.〉
The people of the Knights of Something flocked to the garden and nodded at Optum’s words. Optum, who covered me, turned around and gave a playful wink. The wink of a male cub is disgusting, but the aura of the insider seems to have allayed the disgust. The mix of a cheerful and serious look makes him look like an actor with a really broad acting spectrum. “… I’m sorry. Our suspicions are overdone.” “No, well, did you end well? It’s a job, but there’s nothing you can do about it.” ─Swipe. After giving a rough answer, he waved his hand and issued a congratulatory order. Things went well, but I don’t think there’s anything kind to see you off. ─Rurr. It was a cheeky attitude, but the knights left with great relief. I also hope that this incident will not spur my strange rumors again. “… What was it, after all?”
Lalilura stuck out her tongue at the departing Holy Knights, as if the incident ended in an instant was absurd.
Tir Si didn’t seem to be in a particularly good mood, but wouldn’t it be normal for people to step on poop in their lives? It would be even funnier if I, who even had my dissertation taken away from me, bursts forth with a work that ended satisfactorily.
I wouldn’t know if it was something that was so upsetting that I couldn’t stand it.
“I’ll go back when I’m done. Standing the injured person up, throwing out a single word, and then leaving.
Tirthy grumbled and made me lie back on the bed. I must have taken all of my medicine, so it must mean lying down and resting to recover your strength. Even mana was barely recovered.
When her body gets tired, her mana recovery rate also slows down.
It was natural. If a person hospitalized due to a traffic accident goes out for a marathon saying ‘I rested for a long time, I regained my physical strength~’, pick it! It’s similar to being knocked out and not being able to turn around.
Mana is, so to speak, the stamina of the soul!
When you are in such a state of struggle, recovery is slow.
“I’ll lay down and write a few letters. I need to get the elixir, and I have something to ask our sponsor.”
“Yes, yes. Are you going to send it through the transport guild?”
“Yes. It could be lost in the middle, so I’m going to use three of them.”
I entrusted Tyrsi with a letter to write to Selena of Romania and Cornelius the Elder.
It was because Tyrsi went instead, saying that she would go see if there was an answer from the Wizard Guild anyway.
So, in our room after a brief storm swept through, just me and Lalilura were left, just like when I woke up.
“… Ehe.”
Lalilura quietly stroked my thighs over the blanket.
“Hey, you lewd Jammin. I am a patient.”
“Ah, sunbae is really ♡! Do you think I don’t know that?”
Seruk… The touch of her hand on the thin patient gown is dizzying. Ralura’s hand touched the cock positioned on her thigh.
“I just did it because the sunbaenim, who usually has a lot of energy, even drank the tonic, so it was obvious that he would be having a hard time♡ Don’t you think the other unnies wouldn’t even think about that?”
“Is it my first recovery? Well, that seems likely.”
He probably wouldn’t do it even if I died if I didn’t whine about it first.
Dana will continue to cling to her as if she can’t help it, and Veronica is half and half. And her fran eyes are cold, so the sermon is likely to fly. It seems to be in honorific mode with a 99% probability.
Isn’t there a saying that a man can only lift a spoon?
It’s not like lying in a sick bed doesn’t make your sexual desire boil.
“Yes? Yes? A good junior who understands men’s feelings, right?”
Rari Lura climbed onto her bed, lifted her covers, pulled off her pants, and wrapped her hands around my cock.
─Shh. Lari Lura playfully puts her index finger at her mouth.
“Well, the first thing is to heal the wound, but… Don’t you want to catch your breath for a while without your sisters knowing?”
“Write…”
I clicked my tongue. It wasn’t a scolding sound, it was a worrying sound.
Lari Lura’s breasts, which were bent forward, had been unbuttoned before I knew it, and her areolas were barely visible. She laughed like a child stealing her snacks from a young cutie.
“… The two of us, won’t we secretly do bad things♡?”
─Neleum♡
Rari Lura took off her blanket and licked her limp glans.
“Do you see what this beggar kid is saying?”
It’s like a monster that will suck the marrow of the men in the world while bewitching them.
This is something that cannot be left unattended as an earth warrior and forager. Wasn’t I, her husband, obliged to confuse this request so that it would not entertain an inauspicious thought?
On behalf of the men of the world, I accept and sacrifice all this obscenity.
A truly noble sacrifice.
‘This is justice.’
I grinned and bit my cock as Lalilura took her permission.
“Sean-jjah is just talking straight up♡ Gya-jjaeng-gya-jjaeng-gya-kee-ye-yeo♡ Churrureup… ♡”
Lalilura wets his cock with her saliva while making a raunchy sound on purpose. Her wet cock glistened and jiggled around Lari Lura’s hands and inside her mouth. Her tingling sensation of pleasure and ejaculation made the cum pooling in her balls boil.
──But.
“… Huh?”
However, my cock, which was fully erect just by looking at the fallen leaves in May, showed no signs of standing up at all even in this situation where I was receiving her fella while looking at her exposed breasts.
“… … Det?”
A cold sweat broke out.
Breathing slowed down It felt like the ceiling was collapsing in confusion. As my hands and feet trembled, an indescribable cosmic horror ran through my veins.
Feeling of exhaustion.
And discomfort.
Hit. It is a feeling of incongruity.
Before the Holy Knights came, before Tirsi came, even though I kissed Lari-Lu-La or smelled her scent up close, my cock, which should have been energized from a few days of forced vacation, didn’t budge.
If it were my usual libido, even if I would have pulled up the blanket from her because I was full-bodied just looking at Lari Lula sleeping with her breasts on her thighs!!!
“La, Lalilura? Wait a minute. Come closer for a moment.”
“Four? Ah yes! Yeah!!”
While I intuitively foresaw her trepidation and fear, I clung to Rari Lura.
─Malkan♡!
Her face was buried in heavenly softness.
The smell of flesh and the scent of Lari Lura’s breasts filled her nostrils and paralyzed my reason. If I cover her face with her breasts for 10 seconds like this, I’ll attack Lalilura like a beast and get on her.
But——but.
But nonetheless!!!!!!
─It’s a joke.
My cock drooped without energy!!!!
Even now that Lari Lu-La’s dog has cast Apnea on her chest!!!!!
It’s not that I can’t get an erection at all!!!!!!!!!!!
“Gyaahiah ahhhhh !!!”
“Sir, senior?! Senior!! Senior?! Take care of yourself!!! Senior!!!!!”
I screamed out in fear of blaspheming the basis of life, but I couldn’t stand it and collapsed.
-I’ll see you again.
─To deal with evil mana is a monopoly of our country.
In my head, which was in a state of extreme chaos, Optum’s words as he left echoed.
──Dark and negative mana is light mana and mana that is completely superficial.
And now, deep inside my body, the evil, despicable, and villainous mana penetrated.
Just as Yerna created an infinitely regenerative alter ego, the mana of light is also the basis of life. It was only natural that normal life activities would become difficult if darkness and negative mana were to disturb them.
──In other words.
My Jujidra, fell into a deep sleep in Dragon Rare.
