Chapter 69

Chapter 69

In the silence punctuated only by the sound of horse hooves, Ian suddenly felt the absence of the talkative mercenary and the curious girl. He experienced a subtle sense of void. But he harbored no regrets. They had found a new place for themselves, seizing the opportunity to lead a more meaningful life. Staying with him would have only increased their skills in fighting and killing. Death would have been waiting in the end.

...Or perhaps something worse.

Continuing on this journey seemed sufficient only for those without a choice or for those like Charlotte, who made life-threatening battles their life's goal. So, it was better to forget them. It would be better if they never met again. Muttering the same conclusion to himself, Ian turned his gaze away.

The desolate landscape stretched along the road with traces of frozen snow in every shadow. It was the typical weather of the north. However, he felt no cold at the moment, thanks to the divine power within him. Unlike in the game, Cherwyn had said the blessing would last about ten days. Lu Entre might have bestowed more divinity, so it might last even longer.

...If I infuse a bit of chaos power, maybe it will last even longer.

It was a feasible assumption. However, Ian decided to experiment only when the blessing was about to end. There was a risk of disrupting the blessing and wasting the precious chaos power.

The rate of recovery for chaos power was significantly slower than that of magic power. The need to either enlarge the shard of chaos or to speed up its recovery was becoming gradually apparent. There was a clear limit to how much magic power could increase one's stats, and in terms of versatility, chaos power was far superior.

The fact that it was a power of the void was somewhat troubling. However, there was no room to be choosy since one had to keep getting stronger, especially now when the distribution of stats was even more crucial.

...At least my defense has definitely increased.

The new armor he had acquired was mostly made of chainmail and thin steel plates. He had noticed no significant difference in movement compared to wearing leather armor. At least now, no one would mistake him for a mage. Even if he cast spells right in front of them, unless they looked him in the eye, they would assume he had some magical artifact or relic.

...Maybe I should have bought a helmet with a visor in the village.

Someday, he might find himself clad in full plate armor, wielding a two-handed sword. A bitter smile crossed Ian's lips at that moment.

"...Ian." The main culprit who made him stronger and faster looked back.

"Why,” Ian responded calmly. But since he didn't hide his gaze, Charlotte flinched and trembled her shoulders.

"Th—that is..."

Ian's brow furrowed slightly. It had become more common for Charlotte to become anxious and watchful of him. It seemed like a process of becoming dependent on him, but separately, she seemed to inherently despise being in debt or appearing needy, likely due to the pride typical of her beastfolk heritage.

"Come to think of it, we've missed mealtime," said Ian, throwing a chunk of jerky he had next to him to her.

According to the merchant, it was bear meat, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was actually rat meat, given its taste.

"Let me know if you need more."

Charlotte was to take on the most dangerous role in battle. Naturally, she had to be attentive to her condition on a daily basis. If her state was not intact, it would be he who would find it bothersome and tiresome.

"Uh... no, um. Alright. I'll eat well, but." Charlotte, having received the jerky, babbled as if flustered.

Ian's brow eventually furrowed, "Anything else? Just say it if you have something to say. Don't make it frustrating."

"That... I wanted to ask if we're on the right path, and when we should set up camp... I've... never lived as a coachman...."

It seemed she too felt the absence of Miguel, who was always nagging whenever he had the chance. Even so, to ask such basic questions. Ian pulled out a map from his belongings. It was an item received from the Temple of Brazier. It wasn't enchanted, nor was its scale accurate or detailed, but it at least allowed one to recognize the nearby geography.

"We'll come across a fork in the road with a rock rising shortly. Go left there. I'll tell you when it's time to camp, so don't bother me."

"...Okay. Got it." Charlotte looked forward again.

Her tail was drooping sadly. Ian, smirking, took another look at the map. Far to the north from the Temple of Brazier, beyond the western edge of the Ahigorn mountain range that stretches like a barrier, was a mark left by Cherwyn.

It was the location of the ice forest that extended from the abandoned lands. The fact that nothing else was drawn around or inside it was, of course, because nothing was known about it. Cherwyn's voice, pushing a thick history book along with the map, came to mind.

— What is engraved in your hand might be a mark from one of the ancient northern kingdoms. However, the patterns of the ancient northern kingdoms vary slightly not only by the state but also by the ruler.

— So, you found the same thing?

— Something similar

What she showed was the emblem of the northern giant kingdom. It definitely resembled what was engraved on Ian's hand.

— No one knows the exact name of the giant kingdom now. It is only known that the last queen of the giant kingdom was one of the early rulers who delved into the power of the void. She sought the legion of the undying and the power of immortality. Needless to say, the outcome doesn't need to be stated.

Crack! Crunch!

Next to him, the commotion continued. Charlotte, who had rushed over like a shot, was rampaging. Clutching her twin swords, she seemed to prove her wild nature intact, hacking at the resurrected dead. It was a different fighting style than before. More ferocious but much less efficient.

She'll definitely pull the aggro.

But considering the role she was to play in the future, it wasn't a bad change. It only took about ten minutes for the undead squad to turn back into a pile of bones.

"...Phew."

Ian sheathed his sword, taking short breaths. Feeling refreshed suggested he had completely immersed himself in this world. Though the pulsing in his grip had subsided, it felt like a definite sign of repetition to come.

Isn't it contradictory to ask me to come and then gather monsters, making it harder? Was it some trial for the chosen?

Thinking this, Ian sat in front of the campfire, realizing Charlotte was still wandering in the darkness. Throughout the battle, she had glanced at Ian, and now she was looking around the fallen undead.

"What are you doing?"

"...Nothing. It's nothing."

Charlotte returned to the campfire but couldn't hide her shocked gaze. Staring blankly at the fire, she suddenly asked, "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How did you... defeat more monsters than me? I thought I was slightly better at close combat..."

Shocked by that? Ian slightly raised an eyebrow, but Charlotte was serious.

"How...?"

After looking at her for a moment, Ian said, "In my opinion, you seem more suited to be an assassin than a warrior."

"What...? I was born a warrior, and I am a warrior," Charlotte said, wounded in her pride.

Well, if that's what she thinks, Ian shrugged.

"Then keep fighting that way. I don't mind."

***

Charlotte eagerly awaited the night. However, the next night did not bring an attack on the scale of the previous evening. Only a few monsters that roamed around attacked. The day after and the day following that were the same. Finally, on the next day, they were attacked by an undead squad. Charlotte fought with all her might as if she had been waiting for this.

"Why...?"

But nothing changed. She only managed to achieve a feat similar to Ian's.

"I don't see why you care so much about that."

Ian seemed unfazed, but she couldn't afford to be. Her skills were limited to fighting alone. Their progress was often slowed because she did not rest the horse enough, and she struggled to find suitable spots for camping. Lighting a campfire remained a challenge, and burning their jerky was a common mishap.

She knew that to rightfully demand her share of the spoils, she needed to contribute more than her fair share as a warrior. Yet, as time passed, her mistakes and feelings of indebtedness piled up, unbeknownst to her, her wild instincts were dimming at an even faster rate. All she could think of was making amends. It wasn't long before a suitable opportunity finally presented itself, her senses honed to the brink

As Charlotte stood watch, her ears perked up suddenly. Her gaze shifted beyond the carriage into the darkness. Her pupils nearly rounded, and her fur bristled. A faint scent of blood tinged her now-sensitive nose.

The presence was unmistakable. She first felt it three days ago. Initially, it was more blatant. Breath mixed with desperation and fear. A stronger stench of decay. It resembled the presence of a wounded monster, and it soon vanished, so she didn't pay much attention at first.

But the next day, when she felt that presence again, things changed. The creature approached close enough for even Charlotte to faintly sense it before disappearing again. The same happened just now. Charlotte was convinced the presence was following them. It was clear why it kept its distance, waiting for an opportunity to attack, thinking they hadn't noticed. After all, sensing such a stealthy presence was almost impossible unless one was an exceptionally talented beastfolk like her.

"Do you not feel it?"

"Feel what?" Ian asked indifferently, unsurprisingly unaware.

Charlotte's lips curled, revealing her fangs. If she could eliminate the threat lurking behind his unawareness, it would be a considerable achievement.

"Then, I'll be back shortly."