Chapter 169
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The bright summer sun shone vividly along the dirt road.
The path leading to Solintail was as beautiful as a painting.
Rustle
The gentle breeze that seeped into the carriage swayed the two girls hair back and forth.
Ah, the smell of manure.
Cuculli chuckled.
Evergreen, who had been hesitant for some reason, finally opened her mouth.
Well, there.
Huh?
Our territory, you know, there might not be much to see, being quite rural would it be okay to spend the vacation in a ce like this?
It was a worry that persisted throughout the journey from the beginning.
Ah, this adorable child!
Cuculliughed heartily and patted Evergreens back.
Even if its quite rural, would it be worse than North Hale? My hometown is all about snow.
Its all just grass here.
Even monsters asionally pop out.
I dont know, anyway, dont be too disappointed.
Evergreen leaned back with a deep sigh.
And she looked at the girl with blue hair, which perfectly matched the scenery of the pasture.
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Although the semester ended and vacation began, Cuculli did not return to her hometown.
[What would I do here?
Its midsummer.
The tribal people would have moved deeper into the northern regions, where they would be engaged in training and hunting.
The routine that had continued without fail for a dozen years.
There was no desire to repeat it again this year.
And dads not there.
He was absent for some reason.
There were a fewmunications after the vacation started, but
As long as nothing goes wrong. Take care of yourself.
It ended shortly due to being very busy.
There was no exnation as usual.
Anyway, for various reasons, Cuculli didnt want to go back to the north.
But its not like staying at the academy or heading to the capital.
Its too peaceful.
There were no sses, so it would be boring.
The moment she was pondering, Evergreen came into her view.
Solintail.
Located in the northeast of the continent, its cool even in midsummer.
Being near the Great Mountain Range, monsters sometimes appear.
Moreover, specialty products include various livestock raised in the pastures!
Ive decided!
Thus, Cucullis journey to Solintail was decided.
Although Evergreen was momentarily embarrassed, she eventually epted the invitation.
For her, it was the first time a friend hade to visit her distant and secluded hometown, and she was very happy
Maybe Cuculli could help with monster extermination?
Naturally, such expectations followed.
Although Evergreen felt a bit calcting, she couldnt help it.
The safety of Solintail was her top priority.
Huh?
At that moment, Cuculli, who was sticking her head out of the window, made a sound.
Why?
Hey, those two, arent those your parents?
Upon hearing that, Evergreen jumped up from her seat.
Bang
She hit her head hard on the ceiling, but without showing any signs of pain, she bounced off.
The carriage hadnt even stopped.
Mom! Dad!
Evergreen ran to them and hugged her parents tightly.
Oh, our daughter. Look how thin your face has gotten.
Honey, her cheeks are still chubby, what are you talking about.
Wasnt the journey tiring? Didnt you feel sick?
What sickness riding and shooting arrows while flying anyway, arent you hungry?
The couple conversed back and forth while hugging their daughter tightly.
Cucullis azure eyes began to sparkle as she watched the three who had suddenly be lively.
They resembled Evergreen a lot.
Even their fair blonde hair and rosy faces.
And the fact that theyughed so freely and warmly, as if they were not nobles at all.
Parents huh.
If Evergreen had turned her head to look at Cuculli at the right moment, she might have noticed a surprisingly envious expression.
But that faint envy disappeared quickly.
Cuculli also jumped off the carriage and cheerfully shouted.
Mother! Father! Hug me too!
Oh, our daughters friend. Thank you foring all this way.
Wee to Solintail.
How wonderful our daughters friend is, they praised
And various grand weing greetings followed.
Hurry inside. We have a cow waiting.
Wow!
Cuculli happily entered Solintail.
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A man of uncertain identity, whether a guard or a bandit, approached.
Youd better be careful. The urban atmosphere these days is quite unpredictable.
Ill keep that in mind.
With a sigh, the Hero passed through the main gate of Canis, reminiscing about the past ten days.
After receiving protection from Larz, they soon parted ways in District 43.
She departed for District 1, and he embarked on his journey back to the Western Continent.
The journey was rough.
He was followed by remnants of the Demonic Church, and both bandits disguised as scouts and demons threatened him persistently.
Until he returned to the Great Mountain Range from the Demonic Realm, there was no day without bloodshed.
However, thanks to that, he adapted to the practices of seasons and paradoxes much faster than before.
The production of seasons is progressing smoothly.
Suchments were received several times.
Indeed, replicating and using the abilities of the children had be much more proficient than before.
Since each of them possessed differentbat skills, thebinations of techniques were endless, and the Hero could establish quite a few newbat styles.
Now, he could find the most advantageous way to fight under any conditions.
But it wasnt just that.
His blessing is indeed a blessing.
The paradox had benefits far beyond their expectations.
It could be described as a kind of extensive buff/debuff ability.
However, unlike conventional curses or enhancement spells, it didnt confine itself to a specific form but weakened or strengthened in every form imaginable.
Strength increases.
Body feels lighter.
Pain disappears.
Senses sharpen.
And various enhancements like that.
Heaviness increases.
Sensory loss.
Loses control of mana.
And debuffs like that.
Of course, the effects werent always 100% effective against formidable opponents, but it didnt matter.
Amidst the fierce back and forth of battle, the ability to immediately affect oneself and the opponent greatly increased their power several times over.
If I end up fighting with childrenter, it might be a good idea to use it to strengthen them.
That was one of the abilities he needed most right now.
For just investing one month, the results were good.
Moreover
The First Era Part III is avable for viewing.
If they were to return to Rosenstark and confirm Zeros memories, there would be ways for further growth.
However, the Hero had no intention of returning straight to the academy.
There were still matters to be resolved, the punctuation mark of this journey yet to be written.
Above all, the need for a bath and well-cooked food was urgent.
With a sigh, the Hero headed for the inn.
Returning to Canis after a long time, it remained the same.
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Suspicious sounds and screams echoed and disappeared in every alley.
People moved about with gloomy faces, casting nces in all directions.
But there was one noticeable change
Hear ye, hear ye!
A young man with a mischievous face ran down the street.
Paparlak!
One of the paper bundles fluttered towards his face in the air.
The Hero reached out and grabbed it.
The words DEAD OR ALIVE were the first thing that caught their eye.
Come to think of it, the surrounding walls were covered with simr papers.
Wanted Information
Name: Kasim
Gender: Male
Age: Estimated to be in his mid-thirties
Physical Characteristics: Southern appearance, nondescript skin, tall, brown hair, brown eyes
Notes:
Uses various weapons such as swords, bows, and several types of spears; owns a doll the size of a palm
Frequently engages in conversations with the doll
Rather than attempting to subdue immediately due to his formidable strength, prioritize reconnaissance and reporting
Bounty:
Dead or Alive 1000 gold
Critical tip 50 gold
False tips and jokes declined
Arge ck arrow symbol was drawn at the bottom of the wanted poster.
In fact, on his way back, he had encountered scouts from the ck Arrow Faction searching the Demonic Realm.
Swish-
The Hero reflexively felt their face.
Large pupils and straight, angr features for a man.
His excessively pale skin didnt quite fit the southern appearance.
The essence of Delian Cruze, the painter, emanated from him.
1000 gold? We could just catch him right here and now, couldnt we?
Stop dreaming. Hes soaked the ck Arrow in blood. Do you think hell just let us catch him?
At least we can provide a tip.
The residents chattered about the windfall without even realizing the protagonist was next to them.
The Hero entered the inn with a wry smile.
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Afterpleting all preparations, the Hero locked the door and drew the curtains.
Then, sitting at the desk, he opened an old diary.
Despite his hands beingpletely ck, there was nothing written on the pages.
From the first page to thest, it was all nk.
However, the Heros expression remained unchanged, thanks to the fact that the owner of the diary was skilled in illusion magic.
Reveal yourself.
Intervention by the paradox urred in the diary.
A sound like hallucination was heard, and the letters began to appear on the page.
The Hero, with his eyes half-opened, followed them.
I swear by my soul and magic that there will not be a pinch of falsehood in the content to be recorded below.
The height of the letters was very irregr and twisted.
Tears seemed to be visible among the faint dust stains on the paper.
This is my diary and testament.
It is a confession of a man born as a clergyman who lived solely for the prosperity of the church.
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All tragedies began when the church seeded in excavating one of the ancient researchbs.
Archmage Zero Requiem.
It was theboratory of his disciple, Depikio Lugo.
The appearance of an unexpected name made the Heros eyes tremble slightly.
The handwriting became rougher.
The clergyman who supervised the excavation of theboratory had told everyone.
He said he had obtained data on hundreds of iplete homunculi and their production process from Depikio Lugosboratory.
After numerous reinterpretations and experiments, the leader presented us with a homunculus that was no different from a puppet.
He called the homunculi the visionary who would lead the next generation.
If it werent for thete confessions of those involved, I wouldnt have known anything.
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Wasnt the most faithful servant, the most qualified person whom the Demon King looked down upon, to be the leader of the Church?
How can the dregs of Zero Requiem, the unholy adversary, stand over us?
The paper was crumpled, and the marks of the pen strokes were visible.
The conclusion was clear.
This religion was wrong from the foundation.
The leader who led us was not the representative of God, but just an ordinary human being.
We were not the people who boarded the ark, but a flock of false shepherds.
It was too harsh a truth for a sinner who hadmitted countless sins under the guise of faith to admit.
There would be no salvation for believers.
I will fall into the fires of hell.
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This damn false group must be eradicated.
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Theyve caught on to the n.
Were not fully prepared yet, but we must proceed.
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Theyre making a fuss outside.
Theyre madmen who cant expect sympathy for formerrades.
It would be wise to end my own life before their swords tear me apart.
All possible arrangements have been made.
Finally, I attach the location of Depikio Lugosboratory.
The remaining truths I failed to confirm will be revealed there.
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It was a sinful life.
I was deceived by false faith and obedient to wrong teachings.
I want to ask forgiveness from everyone Ive harmed.
To whoever is reading this record.
I was a sinner, but I repented in the end.
Rather than sumb to fear of the future, I tried to take responsibility for my past actions.
I made an effort to find the truth beyond the illusion.
I earnestly hope that you have the same courage as me.
Sigh-
The Hero closed the diary and rubbed his tired eyes.
In summary
The betrayer realized that the demonology was a wed religion due to the appearance of the homunculi, and he had stolen some of its power to prevent the atrocities of the church.
It also serves as an act of atonement.
It was a narrative that made sense.
However, the problem was thement that appeared after reading all the contents of the diary.
The Heros trembling gaze repeatedly read the brief words.
Dig out the roots.
The roots?
The coordinates of Depikiosboratory pointed to the outskirts of the Great Forest. Interestingly, it was near where Kasim, Nyhill, Pia, and Noubelmag were headed.
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