Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Alarm (1)

#69

The banquet continued until the next morning.

It was a time that obtained many things to say simply played.

Arazan and Namoon returned around the time preparations to leave began.

Bran raised an eyebrow.

“Arazan. Where were you all night?”

“Talked a bit with the queen. Also stopped by other places.”

“What talk did you do that it took this long?”

“···I’ll tell later. It is not words to do here.”

Arazan shook her head.

Thinking of the usual direct aspect it was a quite rare reaction.

How enthusiastically she debated that the throat was even hoarse.

‘The mood rather looks better than usual. Anyway it doesn’t matter.’

Fortunate that it did not seem a particular matter.

Since Arazan also returned the preparation to leave was finished.

“Uaa head···.”

Ilark who was packing the luggage moaned while pressing her forehead.

“Save me a bit Bran··· a tiny woodpecker seems to be pecking the brain··· uwek!”

“I knew it would be so. Drinking like water.”

“Huu··· whether because drinking after a long time it stuck to the mouth tightly. The mare’s milk wine was also tasty.”

“Definitely the alcohol here is okay.”

Bran chuckled.

Good that he could see her full drunk after a long time.

When releasing stress it has to be released on time to do work well.

The ghost warriors who flocked saw her off.

“Take care, sister!”

“Yes. Enjoyable after a long time.”

The appearance of folding the waist at a right angle looked like some yakuza.

Even after the arm wrestling ended she beat them for a long time so in the end a superior-subordinate relationship seemed established.

One ghost man alternately looking at Bran and Ilark, Arazan whispered softly.

“Sister. Although it will be a not easy competition, with sister’s force it is sufficient···”

“D-don’t shut up?!”

Even before he finished the words.

Ilark quickly picked up one stone and threw it.

Puk!

As is the head exploded the warrior turned into dust and scattered.

“Heu, heugoook!”

“Haa···haa···. Because saying words that don’t need to be said it becomes like that···!”

Ilark panted.

Although he did not know what conversation it was good to see that the energy overflows to the end.

“Received a lot of favor.”

“Me too. It was a night I will never forget.”

“Haha, if brothers welcome so come anytime!”

Kale and Benden were also exchanging greetings with the ghosts.

Unlike Ilark’s side the atmosphere was harmonious.

Around the time the sun completely rose beyond the horizon.

“Good. Time has come.”

The royal guard captain Lebe opened his mouth.

Behind him the entire cavalry had already lined up matching rows and columns.

The people of Kargai also together.

Bran held a bitter smile.

“Going.”

“Because for the last sortie we have to save strength from now.”

Right words.

If there is meeting there is also parting.

Even if ghosts bound to the plateau if continuously maintaining form burden comes.

“Thank you for saving us brothers. I will wait only for that day you call again.”

“I’ll definitely call so don’t worry. Don’t be late?”

“Hehe, of course. Brother Bran is cheerful until the end so good.”

The royal guard captain said.

“Then. Again on the battlefield.”

It was the moment he who took off the helmet took a salute.

Huuuuung-!

Wind blew from the direction the sun rose.

The bodies of all the ghosts except Rahir and Namoon began to scatter.

Like dandelion seeds flying on the wind.

“······See you again.”

Kale waved his hand.

Whether affection formed in the meantime moisture was gathering on the eyelashes.

Even knowing it is not an eternal farewell the regret could not be helped.

Soon when the wind stopped, the empty grassland revealed itself.

“It was this quiet a place.”

Ilark smacked her lips as if regrettable.

On the field where the ghosts’ chatter and the ghost wail full of resentment disappeared only the sound of wind was ringing out.

Truly tranquil, a scenery that now no one can call the cursed plateau.

“Then, we also should part now.”

Rahir said.

He who has flesh along with Namoon did not enter power saving mode like the ghosts.

Although it felt good at a glance, that soon meant he had to do the work of the ghosts’ share.

“Take care. The tent burned where will you stay?”

“For now thinking of staying at the house Arazan lived. This time I learned that if too wide management is difficult.”

“That is okay.”

Since Arazan also originally lived with father the area would fit exactly.

If the two set up a household it would feel like returning to the honeymoon.

“Bran-nim.”

Suddenly Namoon approached.

The expression was not particularly good.

“Yes? Why?”

“I heard the news. You said thinking of catching Iolien··· the monster I called teacher.”

“Right. The information is fast.”

It seemed Rahir told.

Since Bran’s other companions received the information in the morning there was no one surprised.

“Because it is not particularly revenge or something don’t feel burdened. Because going to clear a guy who deserves to die.”

“It is not such a thing but worried. Although I have served that person as teacher for close to hundreds of years I have not even seen the face yet.”

Namoon trembled.

Even if wanting to tell information that would help it would be impossible.

Her teacher, Iolien was a guy who hides his identity more thoroughly than anyone.

From the part that no personal information was revealed at all while gaslighting for hundreds of years that thoroughness could be guessed.

“He is absolutely not an ordinary person. Please be careful.”

“Thank you. I’ll try well.”

“I gave Arazan a few cherished items that would help so please use them together. I will pray for everyone every night.”

Bran nodded.

Unlike Namoon he knew Iolien quite well.

Because he blew the save file because of that bastard not once or twice.

Rahir smiled.

“Good. Then we should not act shabby and part around here. Eotcha!”

“M-Majesty?”

Saying that Rahir hugged Namoon like a princess.

At the appearance like a scene of a youth drama Kale covered his mouth.

Bran whistled.

“Looks good.”

“Thank you. If envious seriously think about the proposal I said last night. Hathathat!”

“I said no thought.”

It was the marriage story with Arazan.

Persistent old man.

Bang! Finally expressing thanks Rahir leaped while kicking the ground.

“Then, I wish you good luck!”

That was the last.

Although a truly cool exit since they fully shared the reunion it was not regrettable.

Rahir and Namoon who ran at tremendous speed instantly became a point and disappeared.

Indeed the wind king.

On the plateau even the two disappeared only Bran and his group remained.

“······It was like a dream.”

Kale muttered to himself.

Bran nodded with arms crossed.

“Definitely an unforgettable experience.”

It seemed he woke from a long dream.

He could not believe at all the fact that only three days passed.

Good what. Because it means he used the time substantially.

“Gradually we also go. I said the destination as if flowing, is there a person who remembers?”

“Morken.”

Arazan answered immediately.

He didn’t know a correct answerer would come out.

Bran snapped his fingers.

“Correct. As expected smart.”

“Heut. This much is nothing special.”

Arazan shrugged her shoulders.

Whether because fulfilling the long-cherished desire it seemed human touch increased more than before.

Morken.

As her words the name of this destination.

A port city located at the northern end of the continent.

The place to remove the seed of the next destruction, and also the place the Abyss executive Iolien resides.

Benden’s eyes opened round.

“Oo, the place the northern academy is! Can I also accompany until there?”

“As much as wanted. We welcome.”

“Hehe, really thank you. But if Morken the distance is considerable, how are you thinking of going?”

“Uum, shall we ride the train again? Whether because special seat or not it was extremely comfortable.”

Ilark waved her tail.

This train travel was a considerably good experience even for her who finds most vehicles stuffy.

Bran shook his head.

“Regrettably there is no train in the direction we are going. Even if troublesome it seems we have to go by land.”

“Euek. In the end it becomes so.”

“Since supplies are sufficient there will be no matter of collapsing midway. There are also many villages to stop by in between.”

Originally a distance that takes close to three months, but since mobility improved greatly one month would be sufficient.

Although troublesome could not be helped.

What can be done. If none live as none.

“Let’s make a plan. Arazan. How many can this wolf friend carry?”

“If Ilark rides two. The rest three. And from now call the name Baihir.”

“Kreung.”

“Understood. Understood. Then Baihir carries you and Kale, Benden···”

It was while Bran was talking about the movement plan.

Booom-!

Suddenly a noisy collision sound rang out close by.

Almost at the same time turning their heads the group was flustered.

“Rahir?”

“Seeing again! Picked up something interesting so stopped by briefly.”

It was Rahir who left coolly.

Whether he put Namoon down she was not visible.

Instead, one familiar man was wedged in the side.

“That person is···?”

“Picked up while crossing the plateau. Perhaps acquaintances with you guys?”

Rahir laid the man on the floor.

Although there was no consciousness the breath was still attached.

“Eu··· geueuk···.”

Confirming the man’s face Ilark narrowed her brows.

“What. That Urdin or something bastard?”

“Heh. This lived.”

Bran admired.

It was Urdin the expedition leader of Letunir.

Whether beaten by the ghosts the face was swollen enough not to recognize.

Although he knew he died together with the expedition team, it seemed he barely saved only his life.

Rahir smiled.

“As expected acquaintances. Good that I brought him.”

“Although it doesn’t matter if dead··· for now thank you.”

“Not so. I’ll go now. Spend happy times!”

Finishing the business Rahir leaped.

Whether because he left his wife alone he looked urgent.

Not asking about the lip mark stuck on the cheek was well done.

Looking down at Urdin Bran scratched his head.

“Hmm. What to do with this bastard.”

“Shall we just cleanly kill and go? If I slightly step it seems it will end.”

“Or can give as food to Baihir.”

Ilark and Arazan put out fierce opinions.

Scary women.

Although that was also not bad, there was still room to think a bit more.

First have to do possession inspection.

Just as Bran turned over his outer coat inner pocket.

Tok.

One green regular dodecahedron the size of a dice rolled and fell from the pocket.

“Wait. This surely···.”

Bran’s eyes widened.

Hurriedly picking up the regular dodecahedron he exclaimed like a miner who discovered a gold vein.

“This damn, it’s a Return Stone.”

“Return Stone? What is that?”

“A relic that can teleport up to a maximum of seven people. Why is this bastard holding this?”

Bran answered Arazan’s question.

Return Stone.

An ancient relic that moves to a pre-designated place.

Because supply is ridiculously few compared to demand, and it is destroyed if used once it was an extremely expensive item.

‘Absurd. To think this comes out here.’

Presumably he brought it to use after robbing the king’s tent.

He would have been thinking of surviving with only himself and the elite members with this.

Bran’s face suddenly brightened.

“This, if well···.”

Time might be greatly shortened.

Urdin is affiliated with Letunir’s expedition team.

The place of returning is highly likely Letunir or its vicinity.

Furthermore since the number of people that can move also matched exactly if the angle only matches well there was no greater opportunity.

‘Pondering.’

However to be glad unconditionally it was ambiguous.

If the return point is not Letunir.

If falling in a place farther from the north it was buying hardship.

In the game if raising the cursor on the Return Stone icon the return place can be known but here that function is not supported.

‘This is also a means of transportation so should have written where it goes.’

Whether aiming for time reduction even taking the risk, or just selling to secure funds.

While pondering the two choices.

“Oo, seeing a Return Stone after a long time!”

“Benden?”

“If okay can you give it here? I’ll confirm where it connects.”

Suddenly Benden let out an exclamation.

Hearing the words of confirming Bran’s eyes widened round.

“What. You can do that kind of thing too?”

“What do you see this Benden Kradil as! Of course I can!”

“The letters themselves were not visible though···.”

“Hehe, not visible with the naked eye is normal. Can you wait a bit?”

He did not even dream there was this kind of ability.

Receiving the Return Stone Benden took out something from the backpack.

An item that looked like combining a microscope and a monocle.

Kiririk. Kirik.

Wearing it and examining the surface of the Return Stone he nodded.

“Poran Forest. Written so.”

“If Poran··· a forest near the Letunir border.”

“Yes. If Letunir it gets much closer to the north. If this goes well time can be greatly reduced.”

Benden smiled while stroking his beard.

Bran also agreed. The gamble was successful.

Although Letunir is a dictatorship country as long as not entering the city no particular problem occurs.

Even if the expedition team or soldiers pick a fight just running away quickly is enough.

Anyway the path to Morken seemed it would become quite comfortable.

“Good. Then let’s depart right away. Is there a person who has used a Return Stone?”

“I only heard by rumor never used. Aa, anticipated!”

“Me too.”

“I also am so.”

“Hiiik··· no particular problem right?”

“Hekhek.”

Unfortunately there was no experienced person.

Although regrettable because the future is visible it did not particularly matter.

Because taking the penalty of the Return Stone was much better than walking taking two months each.

A meaningful smile rose at the corner of Bran’s mouth.

“What... there will be no particular problem.”

There was no need to ponder anymore.

Bran raised the Return Stone.

Pat!

The moment reciting the spell of return a green light mass wrapped them.

The vision went dark.

The moment the green light disappeared only wind remained on the Kargai Plateau.

Bran thought inwardly.

That today is truly a lucky day.

Until the moment the front brightened and the smell of blood pierced the nose, he thought so.