Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Ownership (3)

#77

Anti-Magic Power!

Literally the power resisting the magic that harms people.

A stat that can be acquired while fighting the Outer God forces or demon race etc., miscellaneous guys born evil.

The corner of Bran’s mouth slowly rose.

‘To think Anti-Magic Power comes out here.’

It seemed the sound of the party’s stock rising was heard.

As much as the final boss Outer God is the representative of evil the value of Anti-Magic Power was very high.

Although it could not block various damages as much as Mental Power, it was specialized in dealing with the main enemy.

Moreover the difference was that unlike Mental Power it can also be used for attack.

If only judging the value it was an income as good as a mediocre top-grade relic.

‘Completely unexpected. Although I rolled hard.’

However what Bran was flustered about was the timing of acquisition.

Too fast even if early.

Even if choosing the paladin or priest easiest to obtain Anti-Magic Power he wondered if this speed would come out.

Although he thought even estimating short it would take 1 to 2 more years.

“There is reward.”

Anyway good is good.

Thinking about it there was nothing particularly strange about obtaining.

Because even in the game there were few times he played this desperately and recklessly.

Catching the Red Watcher right after defeating Star Shadow? Just crazy.

Although the feeling of something wriggling inside the heart was weird even this was only joyful.

“B-Bran··· heuk, my body is strange.”

But the companions who do not know the reason did not seem to think so.

At the corner of Kale’s eyes who grabbed his chest moisture was even formed.

“I also am so.”

“Fuck, is it not some bad disease? Although some monster bastard’s blood entered the mouth. Do you guys also perhaps around here throb···”

“Hiiik! C-cannot take off here!”

Kale stopped Ilark who was about to flip her chest.

Everyone was anxious about the symptoms that follow obtaining Anti-Magic Power.

The foreign body sensation of the heart accompanied by slight fever··· mm, definitely worth worrying.

Tak.

Bran flicked his finger to draw attention.

“Everyone don’t worry. Because it is good.”

“Bran. Do you know the reason?”

“Yes. The power called Anti-Magic Power manifested.”

“Anti-Magic Power···?”

Ilark narrowed her eyes.

Kale and Arazan also seemed not knowing what it is.

It can be so. Among us there is not even elementary school graduate let alone high school graduate.

When Bran explained in detail, only then everyone’s expression became much better.

“Huu··· fortunate.”

“Mysterious. A power that can be used not only for defense but also attack.”

“Hmm. Honestly I did not understand but good. It means we can kill those monster bastards better right.”

Seeing the relieved appearance Bran’s mood also became good.

The entire party awakening Anti-Magic Power at the same time was an unprecedented matter.

Probably thanks to Weed’s Pack.

A stat hard to raise as much as Mental Power, but being able to accelerate growth with the trait of the Nameless Hero was also a great advantage.

Dumbfounded Benden opened his mouth.

“Hehe, marvelous. Anti-Magic Power is a power only the skilled among the famous order’s paladins possess.”

“Ah. Benden.”

“It is also called the heart of the lion. Honestly hard to believe.”

Thinking well there was also one college graduate.

Befitting a talent from the Imperial Academy Benden seemed to know what Anti-Magic Power is.

Somehow he felt a bit sorry.

If included in Weed’s Pack Benden might also have obtained Anti-Magic Power.

But the cool dwarf Benden did not care about that at all.

“The more I go the more I think it was good I talked on the train that day. Hehe, perhaps I am witnessing the birth of a new legend.”

“Ei, not that much yet.”

“Saving two countries in five days and saying that kind of words has no persuasiveness. Even if we part I will definitely pass the stories experienced together with you guys to posterity.”

Benden was actually writing a diary throughout the journey.

Becoming the protagonist of the book the future empire adventurer guild leader writes, it was only overwhelming.

Although it was a story that has meaning only if seeing the ending first.

Arazan asked.

“Now is the rift completely destroyed?”

“Yes. Because I killed the Watcher it will be safe for a while.”

Bran simply explained about the Watcher and the rift.

Because he eliminated the Watcher that governs the relevant area there would be no matter of a rift occurring in Letunir for at least 1 year.

It was a kind of penalty given to the Outer God side and the reason Bran gritted his teeth and saw the end.

Because the act of opening the rift was a matter that could be done only by resolving a considerably large heart even on that side.

Even more so in a situation where world erosion is almost not done like now.

Much relieved Kale swept his chest.

“Th-then now what? Should we go to Morken right away?”

“Uum. No. First let’s rest a bit.”

Bran shook his head.

He himself was so, and judging from the group’s condition doing something more was unreasonable.

There was also work to do before leaving.

“Everyone worked hard. After a long time let’s also bathe, and sleep the piled sleep soundly. Okay?”

“Hehe, a welcome sound among what I heard. I was struggling anyway.”

Ilark smiled.

Along with Bran the person most desperate for bathing.

Even excluding them they had to wash.

Because all five were covered with body fluid and intestines the otherworld existences poured.

Fortunately in the Letunir royal castle a very excellent bathhouse was installed.

Bran and Benden yielded the right to wash first to the women.

Just as about to enter the entrance Arazan stopped in place.

“Kale. You also come together.”

“Wh-what sound···! I am a man how do I enter?”

Kale was startled.

For an instant silence descended.

“···Man?”

Arazan’s eyes narrowed thinly.

Scanning Kale up and down she tilted her head.

“Then do you wash together with Bran?”

“Th-that is also not though···.”

“Enough Arazan. That guy absolutely does not wash together with me either.”

It was then.

Bran intervened in the two’s conversation.

He was leaning his back on the wall and scribbling something on paper.

“Living and living this is the first time seeing a guy this shy. Don’t do useless effort.”

“Shy.”

“Ahaha··· I am a bit··· so.”

Kale smiled awkwardly and avoided Arazan’s gaze.

Please don’t notice.

Please don’t notice.

Silent she nodded.

“······So. Then see later.”

Fortunately the wish was fulfilled.

Only after seeing her completely disappear Kale let out a sigh of relief.

“Huu··· wh-what thought did you say let’s wash together? Arazan also has a peculiar side right Bran?”

While also feigning ignorance clumsily.

It was no exaggeration to say the greatest crisis of the journey.

If not for Bran’s defense he might have been caught.

Bran answered listlessly.

“Because you look too pretty you thought a woman or something.”

“P-pretty. That···!”

“Idiot. If me I would have just entered.”

Kale’s cheeks reddened.

Although very glad if like this the meaning of deceiving Arazan disappears.

Fortunately because Bran was writing something he was not seeing his reddened face.

Barely calming his chest Kale changed the topic.

“Humm, humm··· but Bran. What are you writing so from earlier?”

“Letter.”

“L-letter? Who are you sending to?”

“To a guy who can become reinforcements. Because even after we leave someone has to protect Letunir.”

The current Letunir was no different from ownerless.

Soon the wild dogs that smelled would flock from various places.

Although the relics are sealed with Heaven’s Lock, the people frozen by the influence of the Black Throne were exposed to the threat as is.

‘Yes. What sin do the people have.’

Since already seen he could not just watch.

Even if not able to help directly finding a proxy was the duty.

Although he does not know how long it will take to recover the Black Throne, it would not be a short journey.

For variables that might occur there was need to prevent bugs gathering.

Soon finishing the period Bran turned his head.

“Benden. Lend that invention a bit. Was it the rapid carrier pigeon?”

“H-how do you know that?”

Benden’s eyes widened round.

He was sitting right next to and organizing the backpack.

Bran smiled with his eyes slyly.

“I saw when organizing the backpack before. It looked extremely good.”

Actually he knew from the game.

In this world where communication technology lags compared to modern it was quite a revolutionary item.

Even more so since our team has no mage.

Letting out a groan Benden nodded.

“Uum, although still a prototype··· for now understood!”

Rummaging the backpack Benden took out something.

A micro mechanical bird the size of an egg.

Judging from the pure white and plump appearance it seemed modeled after a long-tailed tit.

Click.

When Benden touched behind the wing, light entered the long-tailed tit’s pupil.

“Jjaekjjaek.”

“Waa, cute!”

Kale admired while matching his palms.

It was an invention Benden modified from an ancient relic.

“P-please handle carefully. It is a delicate friend.”

“Of course.”

Bran fed the folded letter to the mechanical long-tailed tit.

If the memory is not wrong there would be a few of that guy’s subordinates in the northwest of the continent too.

Flapflap!

The mechanical long-tailed tit that began flapping flew out the window.

Watching that back Bran muttered.

“Please.”

Even saying Letunir’s fate depends on that mecha long-tailed tit was not an exaggeration.

Not a joke but really.

****

Night came.

Bran’s group decided to sleep on the top floor of the Letunir royal castle.

Whether too high unlike other places there were no monsters.

In the space where one wall was wide open the city’s scenery entered in one glance.

Except Kale who collapsed unable to overcome fatigue everyone was awake.

“Kya, killing. The stars are visible extremely well.”

Lying with legs crossed Ilark muttered.

A night sky beautiful as if sucked in was spread before the eyes.

Like a sea of stars.

The silence that settled on the city and the sound of the bonfire crackling were multiplying the beauty of the star cluster.

“Yes. A beautiful night.”

Arazan smiled.

She was taking rest leaning on the prostrated Baihir.

All three were fluffy like lambs because right after bathing.

“···The warriors of the plateau would also be seeing the same sky. Going around with companions is also not bad.”

“By the way did you say you were alone all along?”

“Not completely alone. Because there was Baihir. Just no opportunity to talk with people.”

“Kreureung.”

Baihir licked her face.

The appearance of relaxing the body fully and fluttering the tail looked extremely good mood.

Arazan continued.

“Really amazing. Even the most sharply honed sword would be duller than your flesh.”

“Heheung, I didn’t know there would be another person recognizing the true value of this body besides Bran. Thank you.”

It was a matter in the bathhouse.

Because Kale did not enter they spent quite a long time alone the two.

Ilark let out a hollow laugh faintly.

“Still I envy you.”

“Mm? Why?”

“Because pretty.”

It was a simple and clear reason.

She thought only the face was excellent but the body side was also not easy.

Although only in Kargai if born in the city she would have really drawn tremendous popularity.

Bran, Kale too it was a group with strangely high level of appearance.

Arazan tilted her head.

“Recently I hear often. Am I really beautiful?”

“Are you joking now? If I were you I would just··· no.”

Ilark who was about to say something shook her head.

It was too low-grade content to say to a person just became close.

Even more so if the object of desire is one of the group.

Blinking large black eyes Arazan leaned her body toward her.

“Ilark. If okay I want to hear your story.”

“Our story?”

“Yes. How you met, why doing this journey··· because there was no opportunity to hear in detail.”

“Indeed, we were continuously busy.”

Ilark nodded.

Because they ran without rest from the plateau to Letunir there was no time to have a serious talk.

Excluding the banquet pickled with alcohol.

Organizing thoughts she smiled while baring her teeth.

“Good. Because I have no way with words don’t expect.”

“Hehe, because the night is long do slowly.”

A long conversation continued.

Hearing the sound of the two chattering Bran smiled faintly.

‘Good to see. Definitely because women they become close quickly.’

He was wandering the completely empty castle.

To organize the plan, and check if there is anything he missed.

Because returning to Letunir would be hard he needed to be meticulous.

‘When the reinforcements come is the key.’

After collecting almost everything to collect.

The remains of the Frost Lion friends and the treasures of the royal castle, even the unexpected Anti-Magic Power.

However, the thought that something is lacking continued.

‘······Did I miss something?’

If by numbers about 7%.

However no matter how much he squeezed the memory a clear answer did not rise.

Just as about to head to the balcony thinking if getting some wind it would improve.

“Hueo, really. Strange too.”

Suddenly a familiar voice was heard from nearby.

Along with metallic friction sound.

Moving the gaze, Benden who was frowning in the corner entered the eyes.

“Benden. Not sleeping what are you doing?”

“Ah, if I woke you sorry. The machine has been malfunctioning from earlier.”

In the hand of Benden saying so some mechanical device was gripped.

Over a small and wide rectangular parallelepiped a metal rod estimated as an antenna was protruding long.

Like the carrier pigeon this was also a tool he had seen in the game.

Bran raised an eyebrow.

“Relic detector. Why that?”

“That is··· continuously the wavelength of a relic is felt. Although all the relics in Letunir would be locked with Heaven’s Lock.”

That was a truly strange matter.

Because items sealed with Heaven’s Lock are treated as isolated from the world.

Not only cannot touch but the wavelength the ancient relic harbors also naturally does not emit.

Bran tilted his head.

“Wavelength?”

“Yes. It is being transmitted from somewhere in the castle, as you know we rummaged the entire castle during the day. Unless malfunction there is no way this··· anyway I think I have to disassemble once.”

Benden rolled up his sleeves.

As those words he had dug into every corner of the royal castle.

Then is the machine really broken?

Thinking about the royal castle for a moment Bran’s eyes opened wide.

“Eh.”

Realization was instant.

For an instant the appearance of some place passed through Bran’s mind.

The corridor he just passed because he had no mind.

Because covered with monster blood he did not even feel a sense of alienation.

‘Surely.’

The memory faded by time was revealing.

It seemed he could fill the empty 7%.

Grab!

Barely calming the excitement Bran grabbed both of Benden’s shoulders.

“Benden. As expected you are the best.”

“Th-that is right words but··· suddenly?”

“I’ll go somewhere for a bit. Leave the kids to play. If Benden is tired sleep too.”

“Uum? At this late time where are you going?”

“I’ll come soon! And that device is not broken so don’t suffer for nothing!’

Bran waved his hand.

He was already going down to the lower floor riding the stairs.

Although Benden’s voice echoed from behind he did not answer.

“Hey, Bran!”

Heaven’s Lock only seals the king’s possessions.

Although Letunir basically presents all relics to the king, there are embezzlers everywhere.

Glancing at the night sky full of stars Bran raised the corner of his mouth.

“A beautiful night.”

The relic embezzled while taking the penalty of death penalty.

Having saved a country right before destruction, that much is okay to enjoy right?