Chapter 248

Conversation with Ragnis was enjoyable, but in the end, her time was limited, and we only got to spend time together until dinner.

Still, since returning from the empire, he had the longest face-to-face conversation, and he had a more satisfied face than the first time I saw him.

[master! I like this person!]

Maybe it’s because he healed himself by stroking Leica non-stop, except during meals. She doesn’t lose her hair, she doesn’t smell, and the feel is real. I dare say that it is definitely the final evolutionary form of a pet.

She said with a sigh of regret while feeling the greatness of Radnell Vandes-style education from Ragnis, who did not even show any discomfort even after spending a long time with the fairly heavy Laika sitting on her thighs.

“Can’t I leave him?”

“Come to your senses. He’s a demonic sword... No, it’s a demonic dog.”

Ragnis, who held him in his arms and even buried his nose in it, pretended not to win and let go of Laika, as if he had fallen for the charm of Laika, which was more vicious than a magic sword in terms of bewitching people.

“It’s kind of strange. It feels like I’m healing physically, not mentally.”

“Our demon dogs don’t have that kind of function... don’t they? Leica, doesn’t it?”

[I don’t know!]

I thought about it for a while while stroking the panting Leica as I naturally hugged it. It is a Leica that can be said to have already been degenerated into something unidentified that is not even a sword, throwing iron shit. Since the only food given to it is magic power, it may have become a body composed only of magic power like a demon. It would be unconditional if all the materials that were the magic sword were wrapped up.

So, what kind of creature is he? As far as I know, only spirits or demons can have their bodies made of magic.

“It’s a little vague since he says he doesn’t know, but...” ”

Well, wouldn’t it be possible to know if I keep him for one more day?”

“Ummm... Let’s put it on hold for now. At least we have to be sure that he won’t have a bad influence.”

It wasn’t easy to refuse the request of Ragnis, who was looking at him with high expectations, but he is a guy with a demonic sword. Even if you don’t want it, you won’t be able to forgive yourself for your complacency if you leave it alone in the midst of not knowing what variables might be.

Fortunately, Ragnis agreed with my explanation and let go of his attachment to Laika. I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but it seemed that her gestures to see us off were much more comfortable than when I first saw them.

“...write.”

But even after leaving the mansion, I couldn’t shake off the suspicious feeling, so I went into a dark alleyway and put my hand on Laika’s head to inject magic power into it.

[Ong oh ok?]

I made some adjustments, remembering the last time I was lying down because I was too full.

“Hey. Think about it with your smarter head. Do you really think Ragnis’ condition improved just by holding you?”

I crouched down in front of that guy and asked him quietly while stroking his hair. Laika, who rolled her eyes as if thinking about something, replied with a small nod.

[I think there is a possibility. Do you remember the first time the owner met Leica? You forcibly saved the thief halfway.]

-Kooung!

The fist that was swung without a gauntlet left a stamp on the wall, like leaving a mark on a cardboard box. At the same time, giggles began to erupt from the surroundings, and the rice cake drumstick opened its mouth again with a triumphant smile.

“What? A waste class that can’t even use an aura? Try saying it again?”

I didn’t have to say it again. Instead, I swung my fist and hit the wall.

– Kwagagak!

There is no heavy shock that resonates around like the punch of a rice cake stick. However, with a single hook that was as light as a jab, a deep groove was dug in the wall, and I looked up at him, expressing my condolences to the poor citizen whose house was damaged by boasting of his strength.

“...uh?”

He and the others behind him were experiencing cognitive dissonance with their eyes wide open and nailed to a groove in the wall, so I opened my mouth first and helped them come to their senses.

“I’ll correct it. The idiot who can barely use a dusty aura has gone crazy after class. Do you guys have no ears to listen to rumors or no brains?”

“Uh...? Huh? How? Huh?”

“It was without a brain.”

I felt very sorry for the owner of the building, but just that one use of force made my job very easy. Tteokdae, who had not yet come to his senses in the midst of striding closer, began to roll his eyes eagerly in a cold sweat only after I had reached right in front of him.

“I ask you one last time. Who are you to bother me from earlier?”

He still couldn’t answer, and I punched him in the throat, blaming my own stupidity for choosing the wrong person to talk to.

“Yup!”

The four or five adventurers who were blocking the alleyway hesitated and retreated just by the collapse of the rice cake stand that had fainted along with a bloody shriek. Even if you try hard to roll your head while watching the obvious reaction, you can’t guess their intentions and identities at all.

I’ve heard of some adventurers with well-established careers running their own guilds like some kind of service company to get work done professionally.

However, that expression is a service company. Usually, it is more like a group of senior adventurers who are retired, raising the survival rate of new adventurers and supporting them with a stable income while also preparing for their old age. Outside of the capital, real raw meat is a very rare form that can only be found in hunting cities located in the middle of the Demonic Realm where adventurers operate as a base.

Not only does it collaborate with the adventurer’s guild, but it’s run very neatly because if you get involved in dirty work for no reason, your flat retirement life can be twisted.

“The world is so unreasonable. An idiot who can’t speak properly knows how to use it. Isn’t it?”

As I have been living in the capital for about two years, I am somewhat familiar with such a group. I just didn’t care because I had nothing to do with kite.

However, no matter how much I looked back, there were no rumors circulating that he acted like a gangster like this.

However, I decided not to be particularly sorry or obsessed with my lack of knowledge. Instead, he looked around at the guys who were still confused about whether to run away or run together.

“What about you guys? Are you the type who can’t use auras but speak well, or are you the type who can use auras and speak well?”

They may be idiots who can’t do both, but whatever.

If you knock on it, the answer will come.