Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Valkeros (2)

#50

The wind flipping the bangs is cool.

Above the head there is only the blue and wide sky.

In front of Silien’s corpse that met eternal sleep.

At the peak of the Steel Tower where the fight ended, the settlement of the hard journey began.

『Overcoming overall hardships, Weed’s Tenacity activates!』

The first was as expected Weed’s Tenacity.

『The growth speed of all basic stats increases very greatly!』

『The growth speed of resistance to telekinesis, metal magic damage increases very greatly!』

Up to here he expected.

Eliminating Silien who even activated the struggling pattern with this spec was literally a miracle.

Furthermore not enough with party members even all hostages survived.

If not even this much was done it would have been a bit disappointing.

“Very greatly.”

Of course the mood was good.

Very greatly is the first time seeing since possession.

Although magic damage resistance was also a precious stat, what entered the eyes was as expected the basic stats.

Strength, Agility, Endurance, Mental Power etc.

That the growth speed of the stats that will be the foundation until seeing the ending rose very greatly was a matter insufficient even if doing a somersault and bursting fanfare.

‘Now just looking at growth speed it would be double other characters.’

Strength more than 3 times, Mental Power more than 5 times it seemed it could be said.

Gradually the unique characteristic of the character called Nameless Hero was shining.

Finally sunlight began to shine on the weed withering in the corner.

Of course since it is a game where most characters are well-born from birth the road to go is far, but in the end the fact that he becomes stronger was the important thing.

『You achieved victory against an overwhelming strong enemy!』

『All basic stats greatly increase.』

The second reward was stats given in bulk.

The so-called improvement of all stats.

Although looking ordinary it is an excellent reward.

As soon as the notification window disappeared a change was felt.

‘He. At least it seems about a year’s worth.’

Unlike growth speed an immediate reaction comes.

Muscles tighten, the heart begins to beat larger and slower.

The remaining mental aftereffects from wearing contaminated equipment instantly subside.

Perhaps the most intuitive reward.

Before the eyes of the satisfied Bran, the next message rose.

『Satisfying the conditions you acquire a new skill!』

The third, new skill acquisition.

『You overcame successive crises of death.』

『You fought to the end against the incomprehensible terror of the Outer Sea.』

『You who showed brilliant fighting spirit like a flame have sufficient qualification.』

Perhaps it can be said to be today’s highlight.

Because it is a skill that cannot be acquired in the ordinary way it was more special.

The evidence is that there is no notification like what action was repeated, proficiency reached a certain value.

Paaat!

Along with golden radiance a new notification appeared.

『You acquired the new achievement skill “Indomitable”!』

For a moment the breath stopped.

The word Indomitable was burning particularly brightly.

Blinking Bran slowly swept his face.

“···Ha.”

Not a joke he almost shed tears.

If he could not obtain it because he used the trick of Freude’s Origin Scale he might have fainted on the spot.

'Done.'

Achievement skill one of the elements of Return Road.

Unlike ordinary skills it could be acquired only by achieving a special feat, not repetition of actions or learning.

The acquisition condition of Indomitable is defeating an enemy overwhelmingly stronger than the specs of oneself and companions!

As the name it was a skill like a tribute to the indomitable will the player showed.

『You permanently acquire the following effects!』

And the common characteristic of achievement skills is that most have several effects attached.

『Indomitable』

▶ Once a month, even if receiving fatal damage you do not instantly die.

▶ Mental Power greatly increases.

▶ When satisfying specific conditions, hidden effects are unlocked.

It was that the performance is excellent enough not to lose to an ordinary hidden piece.

****

That time. Conference room.

“Ugh!”

Kale fell forward.

The prayer stopped. As the staff fell from the hand a metallic sound rang out.

Leodorn who was wandering with hands behind his back was startled and turned to him.

“A-are you okay?!”

“Haa, ha···!”

He did not look particularly okay.

Kale was crouching like a person shot in the stomach and gasping.

Leodorn hurriedly supported him.

“Why suddenly like this yes? Did something go wrong?”

“···The Sanctuary disappeared.”

“S-Sanctuary?”

Leodorn flinched.

He now roughly knew what was happening in the Steel Tower.

The confrontation between Bran’s group and Silien, staking the fate of Valkeros.

Kale continued in a trembling voice.

“I don’t know well why··· ugh, the evil energy also seems to have subsided.”

Because of headache and chills it was hard to properly grasp the situation on the rooftop.

Suddenly not only Divine Power but even mana was not properly manifesting.

It was not only because the Sanctuary was released by evil energy.

Pain experienced for the first time in life.

The body was aching as if suddenly catching a fever.

“A-anyway··· I think I have to go to Bran···.”

Kale said while clacking his teeth.

Until witnessing the moment of victory he cannot be relieved.

He has to do something.

The matter of losing to Silien because his support disappeared absolutely must not happen.

After taking several deep breaths Kale supported the floor and raised his body.

“Go. Do you know what is happening above?”

Leodorn stopped him.

The Steel Tower that became the battlefield of Bran and Silien was suffering from unprecedented bizarre phenomena.

A powerful lightning struck to the point the outside of the window turned all gold.

A little while ago some of the rebar constituting the tower was pulled out like tree roots.

Although it became quiet as if when was that now, rather that point was fueling more unease.

“Furthermore what can you do with that body? While almost dying!”

“Still··· huu, I can.”

Saying that Kale took out one glass bottle from his bosom and showed it.

Liquid emitting a soft light from inside was sloshing.

It was a secret weapon he separately prepared in preparation for the final battle with Silien.

One that absolutely cannot be used here.

“I have to go.”

“···Yes. Understood.”

Seeing the eyes full of fighting spirit Leodorn heavily nodded.

It was a moment he became endlessly ashamed of himself.

While such a young boy musters courage to save his friend, to shrink like a dog startled by thunder.

“I’ll help. I should show the power of a former Steel District origin after a long time.”

“Wh-what are you trying to do?”

“Now outside the security is strict right. I’ll divert those guys’ eyes so you escape. Like when you entered here.”

Still the fake lord and the soldiers under him were deployed in the waiting room.

Although he does not know if possible because guarding so strictly, as of now this was the only method to get Kale out of the conference room.

“If necessary I’ll even take off clothes and try to draw the gaze. It’s also an age where doing that kind of thing is not strange.”

“That···!”

“I also finished my resolve. Because the debt I owe you guys is insufficient no matter how much I repay.”

Although a future where an article that the White Silver Song’s management director got dementia decorates the front page of the newspaper was visible it did not matter anyway.

Because it was unclear whether tomorrow would come, and these boys saved his life several times.

It was the moment Leodorn who walked with strides gripped the door handle.

“Wait. Here entry is prohibited··· gak?!”

“E-everyone respond calmly! ”

“R-run!”

Suddenly, a sharp scream burst from beyond the door.

“What.”

An ungraspable commotion continued.

The sound of weapons and armor clanging, a mechanical sound that heavy equipment would make was mixing with the screams and ringing out.

Boooom-!

Suddenly the door of the conference room was smashed and one man flew in.

“Hiiik.”

“W-what on earth···!”

Kale and Leodorn backed away.

It was one of the soldiers the fake lord brought.

The helmet was removed and the face with eyes flipped was revealed.

The middle of the armor made of plate was dented in.

As if hit by a construction hammer or something.

The two raised their heads almost at the same time.

“What.”

“My god, golem?!”

And froze together.

The disarmed soldiers were all sprawled on the floor.

The nobles full of fear were gathered in the corner of the waiting room and trembling.

Three construction magic golems a little under 3m in height were wandering around the collapsed soldiers.

Judging from the circumstances it seemed those golems knocked down the group of soldiers.

“L-lord···!”

“Kuek. Keugeok. Gak.”

A apocalyptic scene where machines rebelled.

Among them the most eye-catching was the lord being strangled by a golem and suffocating.

The two legs lifted from the floor were pitifully struggling.

Just as he forgot even the thought of having to go to the rooftop because too surprised.

“Everyone, that lord is fake!”

Suddenly some man’s voice rang out from the elevator side.

“These golems came to help you so rest assured. Unlike the new model they are machines that move only by control.”

“Y-you are···?”

Everyone’s attention including Kale and Leodorn was drawn.

From the door of the just opened elevator a man in a white gown walked out.

A skinny physique and sparsely grown beard.

The control device gripped in the hand.

At the familiar face Kale’s eyes opened round.

“Huk. Mr. Linhardt?”

No doubt.

It was the researcher Linhardt who was rescued together with Bran.

Recognizing Kale Linhardt’s face brightened greatly.

“Kale, you were safe!”

“World. What is this here? What are those golems all···?”

“I came wanting to add strength. Bran said how about utilizing machines, and with this method even weak me could help a little. By the way I also completely suppressed Silien’s minions who were trying to destroy evidence.”

Too surprised the mouth did not close.

He did not expect to receive help from Linhardt in this way.

Furthermore even preventing evidence destruction.

The matter of Bran and his group being framed and having their necks hung disappeared.

“Kuek··· fake, nonsense. Everyone···! That person is exactly the fundamentalist I said!”

If there is just one problem it is that fake.

In the eyes of the nobles who do not know the truth he only appeared as an innocent lord.

Unable to see the shameless behavior Leodorn grabbed his collar.

“Shut up you monster! Hurry and reveal your identity!”

“Huff! Even Director Leodorn was a fundamentalist!”

“Wh-what are you doing everyone··· heek, hurry these lawless ones···”

It was while a farce was occurring.

“What. Already caught?”

An young voice rang out piercing the commotion of the waiting room.

“······!”

It was heard clearly even amid all kinds of noise.

Everyone who was busily talking stopped and turned in the direction the sound was made.

A boy covered in blood and a dragonblood woman were standing side by side.

“Th-those are?”

The nobles froze.

Compared to the beggar-like appearance the atmosphere emanating was unusual.

Should it be called presence.

The pressure blooming over the two’s shoulders was a level comparable to a renowned knight.

Seeing the scene of the golems suppressing the soldiers Ilark’s eyes widened round.

“Wow, what is all this?!”

“L-Lady Ilark.”

“Linhardt? You did this?”

Linhardt timidly nodded.

He still remembered the appearance of Ilark making a hole in the warden’s brain with her little finger.

“Killing. To think you took the initiative one step ahead of us!”

“I-I also wanted to be of strength. I also collected all the evidence materials.”

“You were a big help Linhardt. You are the best.”

Bran tapped his shoulder.

Although evidence is evidence suppressing the soldiers was the most pleasing.

Because it reduced the possibility of unexpected casualties occurring.

Passing Linhardt Bran stopped in front of Kale.

“Kale. You are even better.”

“B-Bran···.”

“Thanks to you I won. Really worked hard a lot.”

It was sincere.

The moment Bran’s hand touched the head moisture filled Kale’s eyes greatly.

Both were alive. Even looked healthy.

Intense joy enough to even subside the fever wrapped him.

Bran gently tousled his hair.

“Let’s see a bit later. I’ll finish and come.”

“Yes, uung.”

Kale nodded while covering his eyes with his sleeve.

Passing even Kale Bran stood facing the fake lord.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Y-you guys?”

The lord who met Bran froze.

Too surprised he even forgot to maintain the concept of the tone.

Impossible. A matter that cannot even be drawn in a dream.

But the number of cases where the two can return to the waiting room is only one.

“Surely.”

More pale than when strangled he continued stammering.

“Y-you guys being here means surely, Silien···”

“Shut up.”

“What.”

“I won’t say twice. Answer well.”

On the hardened expression there was no smile.

Bringing his face close Bran continued.

“Release the disguise.”

“······Yes.”

The lord nodded.

His survival secret with almost no combat power was that he knows how to flatter the strong.

Srrk.

The lord’s appearance began to change rapidly.

First the form of the features, then the physique changed.

At the bizarre scene as if a clay doll is being molded some nobles screamed.

Around the time about 1 minute passed, the lord had become a completely different person.

“Hehe··· hello sir.”

“Kyaaaaak!”

Again a scream burst from the corner of the waiting room.

If changing a mouse into a human it seemed it would become this appearance.

The height is short and the front teeth are protruding.

The eye tails thin and curved was truly a physiognomy fitting a spy.

Plop!

The mouse man who prostrated while putting his forehead on the floor continued in a servile voice.

“I’ll confess everything I have so please just spare my life. Shall I tell from where the real lord is? Or Silien’s hidden funds? Hehe, if you just say I’ll inform anything.”

It was time to correct everything.