48 48. The prince enjoys the festival.

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A shooting range in the Hilla Territory.

From 100m to 200m with bows and crossbows, there are more than 400m targets for siege weapons.

A bird flew in and sat on a branch.

In the woods, the Dwarves make an intriguing face with paper and feather pens.

I wore gloves, too, and I picked up a musket.

“Gaia, bless you. ”

One minute to draw strength, 30 seconds to pray to God.

The force gathered and swirled from the muskets.

I even used my curiosity.

Added [Storage of Performance Amplification] to existing [Speaker] skills.

Range also rose.

I aimed and fired at a target about 100 metres away.

I felt a recoil in my hands that enhanced my physical ability.

A loud, explosive power surges forward. It smashed the target and the rocks behind it.

“Oh-oh-oh!”

The dwarves are on their feet.

Some people jump because they can't hold their fists and cheer, or hide their excitement.

Some even forgot to evaluate while letting go of the pen and paper they were holding.

The Dwarves are excited. On the contrary, I suffered from them.

I spent my strength and lowered my musket.

I wiped off my sweat.

It's been about two weeks since I subjugated the Lycans.

After restoring his body, the dwarves evaluated the Musket performance.

“... excellent. ”

I looked at her side.

Bellogue approaches.

He touched the fascinating mustache as if it were incredible.

The blue light wrapped around the muskets, like a magical rune, reveals its admiration.

“It's really great. It's like he's breathing. It's a new life that has evolved even further than before. ”

I'm sentimental as a weapons artisan.

“So what was it like? ”

I handed the Muskets over to Bellogue. At the same time, the runner disappears from the Musket.

“The expression of wonder is only at hand. ”

Bellogue mutters to himself.

He aims at the target.

Cast a spell.

Mana was injected.

You focus for five minutes and pull the trigger towards the target.

One shot.

You take a breath. Bellogue puts Mana back in his hands.

Two feet.

Three or four in the same way.

When Mana's bullet was fired, the target reached 100 meters and shook.

It hasn't been destroyed. It's just a few strong punches.

Seeing that, I was fascinated.

“This is the real power of the Musket. ”

Bellogue breathes a short sigh, perhaps exhausted.

“Especially the best work we've done. This level of speaker skills must also be highly skilled to use. ”

“Speaker? You looked like you were just firing and reloading and firing. ”

Bellogue expressions frustrated.

“That's the speaker in our standards. It's five times faster than the muskets we've ever had. ”

“... ”

“The Crown Prince pushes his power so far that he knows nothing about it...”

Bellogue sticks out his tongue.

“The functioning of [Wonder] seems to have changed the structure of the Musket itself. Originally, the prince's power would have to break the Musket itself. So when I heard the report, I knew it was simply weapons enhancement. But this...”

Bellogue raises his musket excitedly.

The muskets are placed in the sun and the bellows narrow their eyes.

“Progress.”

A common weapon has the ability to enhance and surpass the magical weapon itself by a generation.

That's what Bellogue was evaluating.

It turned out that when using curiosity, the message "progress" continued to be mentioned.

Bellogue seems to be deep in thought. He told me.

“When gathering and praying, are you not often at risk? ”

“That's right. Lots and lots of it. ”

It was the same with the Vampires and Lycans, but it will be the same with Humans.

It is dangerous, especially for bows and crossbows, because they load too fast.

Of course, if it seems really dangerous, I will summon the undead and use them as shields, ignoring my gaze.

“By the way, the emperor's physical strength is monstrous. Maybe half or more of the power of an ogre called the Lord of the Forest. So…”

Bellogue raises his head.

“Why don't you try on some armor? ”

“Huh?"

I tilted my head.

“If you put on your armor and strengthen it with your shoes. Maybe a little middle-class magic...”

At that moment, a dwarf approaches and waves his hand as if walking.

“I'm ready. Hilda is calling!”

Bellogue sweeps his appetite as if it were a pity. And he looked at me and said,

“We'll talk about armor later. I'll give you a separate present later. ”

Bellogue bows and approaches the other dwarves.

“Prepare the furnace. Steel and mythril, silver and winter grass, alchemists...”

Then, a dwarf grabs my collar.

I turned my gaze and looked at the dwarf.

The dwarf smiles and says.

“Let's go. The festival is ready for you! ”

* *

Hilda, the town square, climbs to the top of the platform.

She was expressionless.

In your right hand is a bottle, and in your left hand is a cup.

The villagers stare at her with a fruit basket.

Hilda fills the glass with wine.

When the red drink was filled, I drank it.

She empties the glass clean. The bottle of wine in my hand was poured out to the villagers.

“The blood festival, here we go! ”

“Waaaahhhh!”

The villagers shouted.

Pollen was scattered around the village. At the same time, a red fruit was thrown into the air.

The red fruit bursts like a tomato. The villagers burst into laughter throwing such fruits.

‘The Festival of Blood’, which was actually being prepared this time in the territory of Hilda.

A festival to destroy bad luck in exchange for bleeding red fruit.

In my country or in the West, it's a tomato festival.

It was also the festival that Luan had mentioned.

I turned my eyes away.

Even the Red Cross and the Green Cross seem to enjoy the festival.

But don't they have masks and masks on their faces? How do you eat?

I watched the people of the town enjoy the festival.

“Definitely a lot of beauty. ”

I sat at a table in the street and cut down a red fruit.

I looked at the fruit with my eyes wide open.

The specialty of this territory. It tastes pretty good! You'll be happy to take it to Charlotte or Haman later.

At that moment, a large glass was placed on my table.

“Your Highness! Have a drink! ”

Dwarves have gathered.

I think I've already had a day drink or a red face.

Dozens of dwarves smile with a cheerful smile.

A dwarf fills a glass with red wine in both hands.

A glass of wine spilled over my head.

“Here! Here! Here!”

The dwarves push their faces in.

“... ”

I smiled awkwardly.

Is there no underage standards here?

I had a drink in Lonia, so it doesn't matter.

I drank the cup.

I feel like I'm grinding tomatoes and soju!

My head is spinning. Oh, God. It's really, really strong, isn't it?

When I emptied all the glasses, I heard cheers around me.

“Here, have another drink! ”

Follow the drink.

“Your Highness! We too...! ”

The villagers approach and follow the liquor.

My head is spinning. But I don't feel bad.

Rather, I smiled.

Hahahaha, I laughed a lot.

Despite all the horrible things that have happened, they smile and reveal everything.

He also felt no hesitation about the prince's identity.

The reason is probably...

“Drink up, everyone! ”

It's probably because of Hilda.

She seemed more like a citizen enjoying the town festival than a princess.

A modest costume.I didn't even protect my dignity.

She picks up her drink, follows the villagers and bursts into laughter.

You raise your glass, smiling and chattering with the villagers, because you've lived a good life among the dwarves.

“The monsters are gone. This is a blessing from Gaia! And a toast to my brother, Allen Olfalls, for his work! ”

“Cheers!"

The cup clashes.

Red fruits are flying and the whole town is flooded red.

The townspeople and Dwarves might have a hard time cleaning up afterwards.

Then I heard the laughter of the children.

I turned my eyes away.

Rafael's granddaughter, Elise, seemed to enjoy the festival without clinging to her identity.

Well, how hard could it be to be a maid in that stuffy imperial palace?

She throws a red fruit like snow with the children.

Whether she was beaten by the children or not, she was soaked red from head to toe.

“You…! ”

Elise smiles at those kids with a fruity smile.

The children dodged.

A red fruit burst into my head.

A thick juice flows out, and I burst into laughter as I poured it out.

On the contrary, the opponent's face becomes pale.

Elise bows and apologizes, trembling.

“I'm sorry. Your Highness!”

“That's about it. Never mind. Elise.”

Elise apologizes with her head bowed a few times.

My old body tried to pillage me.

A fruit or two is no big deal. Isn't this festival supposed to be filled with red vegetables?

This is also the joy of the festival!

I felt sorry for her when I saw her screaming.

I've talked a lot in the library, but it still seems to be traumatizing about me.

I raised my glass and said,

“You want a drink? You don't have to overdo it. ”

Elise looked around, I said.

The dwarves glare at you.

It's the look she wants to drink.

Well, that look is hard to resist.

Little tall, tough middle-aged guy's face. But he only looks like a pure child.

It's really unique, so it's even harder to say no.

Elise looks at me and smiles awkwardly.

“A little bit, then. ”

Me and her bump into the glass.

Elise and I drank heavily.

The dwarves chatter beside you.

I was a little drunk, but the awkward atmosphere cleared up.

She also asked me with a reminder face if she was drunk.

“Your Highness, how did you use... resurrection magic? ”

I swiped it lightly while drinking.

“Simple. The magic theory you mentioned. ”

“...? ”

“A ridiculous amount of sexual strength, used it for healing magic. ”

Using Amon's skull, you nearly saved Luan's life.

Thinking about it, I was still embarrassed. I had no idea resurrection magic was so dangerous.

“But if it does, Luan will die and his soul will · · · ·. ”

“You just grab the soul and pull it out. ”

“Yes?”

Elise's eyes widen.

“Pulling souls? ”

Elise mutters small. She opens her eyes and puts a glass in her mouth.

“Is that a miracle? ”

“At least I can. ”

It is characteristic of priests and commanders.

Perhaps the humans of this world, other than me, are impossible.

“Oh my God · · ·. It's possible. ”

I smiled and said to Elise,

“What a surprise. Thanks to you. ”

“Yes?”

Elise's eyes widen.

I'm not lying.

It was the work of my power, Amon's skull, and Elise's knowledge.

It was an impossible miracle if she hadn't told me her theory all night and if she hadn't understood magic theory as a gaming characteristic job.

“I learned it from you in the library that night. The First Prince, Luan Olfalls, was able to live thanks to you. So you should be proud. You're a great therapist who never gives up on a patient. ”

She shuts up. A confused look flashed.

For a moment, she takes a sip and stands up.

“Archbishop Elise Astoria, granddaughter of Raphael Astoria. ”

She grabs the top of her skirt and gently raises her head and bows.

“I'm late, but I'd like to say hello. Thank you so much for treating my patient, Luan Olfalls. ”

Elise smiled and said.

“Thank you so much. ”

I smiled and raised the glass.

Elise raises her glass, facing you.

“Thank you, too. I learned a lot thanks to you. ”

The theory she taught me will improve me even more. Stronger.

When I drink, my body hardens in shock.

My back is creepy.

What is it? Who's there?

A look of irritation. It's a mixture of life and madness.

I glanced back in cold sweat.

And I realized who it was.

There is an old man among the villagers.

Raphael Astoria.

He had blood on his forehead, twitching his mouth and staring at me.

* *

Charlotte, who received the Holy Father's letter of recommendation, heads east.

A chariot escorted by the paladins arrived in a city called Humid near southern Aslan.

With a letter of recommendation from Humid Academy, I went to see a person who lives nearby.

She knocks lightly and opens the visit.

Then I heard a voice.

“You bitch.”

Low negative.

However, the weight was pressed against Charlotte's shoulders.

Charlotte looks at the old man in front of her, nervous.

She's in her early 80s. It's an ugly body.

Dressed like a peasant.

There are large burn marks on the face. Sitting with his head tilted in pride with his cane in both hands.

The sharp eyes stare at her.

“A puppet puppet named Heraiz. ”

Charlotte took a step back.

You kneel before the old man and bow your head.

“Charlotte Heraiz, Your Holiness, has passed down her name. ”

“My name is Oskar Valder. ”

The words made Charlotte's body stiff.

She glances at him with a cold sweat.

Oskar Valdre.

The Deputy Master of the Golden Cross, led by the Holy Father, and praised by the Holy Father's Law Department as the "Sword King."

He is also the great hero who fought against the undead forces of Commander King Amon.

“Ask your bitch. What do you want? ”

Charlotte said without hesitation.

“Power.”

“What will you do with that power? ”

“I swear to serve the Seven and to protect him. ”

“What if he tells you to die? ”

“He saved my life. Even my parents were saved by Him. I will give my life for that grace. ”

“Even if the prince tells you to kill yourself? ”

Charlotte looks at him, flawed.

In Charlotte's hesitation, the old man expressed unpleasantness.

“You're immature. You're a fool! ”

“... I'm sorry. ”

“We're puppets. If it is the order of the Patriarch, we must do anything. If they ask us to kill them, we must kill them both, both men and women. Even if it is an order to kill the owner himself. They must not hesitate or have any doubts. ”

“... ”

“Kill the master and I'll kill you. Sword in the heart, throat cut. If they are ‘convinced’ of something, we follow them without hesitation. Absolutely if you have a 'legitimate right to succession' No surrender is allowed. It's heresy. ”

I repeat the same insanity.

Charlotte continued to listen to the old man.

“Let me ask you again. What if the prince asks you to kill yourself? ”

“... I can't. ”

“Fool!”

The old man stood up.

“But it must taste that good to tame. ”

He raises Charlotte's chin with his staff.

“In accordance with the Holy Father's decree, I will train you to be a monster. But that's the story of a lifetime. ”

He looks down at Charlotte and rolls his mouth up.

“Welcome to the Philosophy of the Celestial City. Charlotte Heriz.”