Chapter 245

Episode 245 Even in a life like this (8)

“If you want to argue further than that, go inside and do it. “It’s suspicious if you overuse a tool to stop people from talking.”

While the Archmage was feverishly searching for his friend, the Meister glanced at the bystanders around him. Although there were only a few people, the fact that they were all wizards was a bit of a problem.

The wizards were so intelligent that there was a risk that things they did not want to be known would become known.

“Especially in situations like now where loud noises are natural.”

Inside his arms is a tool that absorbs speech sounds.

Deathbringer, who only then realized the situation, made a mistake.

“...Let’s go inside.”

“I don’t know what it is. Should I go too?”

“If possible, warrior Nari too. “When did you come?!”

“I came here with my father-in-law earlier.”

“Unless you have anything special to do, let’s listen together.”

The Archmage had only just noticed the existence of Berserk and was a little nervous, but he said so. After all, isn’t it a bit strange to send someone who is already here? She’s in the group too.

“What should this guy do?”

“That...”

Let’s throw it away. That was Deathbringer’s opinion.

I have to take him. Surprisingly, it was Meister’s doctor.

“That bastard is the Heretic Questioner who witnessed the meeting earlier. “Wouldn’t it be necessary to crack down on people joining in?”

“...Do people who think they need to stop joining hit their opponents in the head? “I’m sure he’ll be angry when he wakes up.”

“So was it right to continue the conversation there? There is no way a conversation can continue if you treat an emotionally upset person with the same emotional attitude. “In times like this, fists are the answer.”

“I’d rather say that I hit it because I was angry after thinking about it. “Fuck, this kind of person is a great general.”

...First, let’s take him inside and nurse him. The Archmage concluded. If I send him to the temple like this, it will be difficult, and I have something I want to say when he wakes up.

Of course... before that, I have to start by scaring away the bystanders around me.

“Put this person down inside Berserk and take care of him. I guess I have to make excuses to the people around me...”

“I do the same.”

“You’re inside... no. “Let’s go together.”

The Archmage thought for a moment about the meister’s temper, but eventually changed his mind. Considering that the onlookers were wizards and knew the meister, I thought it would be easy to persuade them.

Maybe it will get worse because we don’t know each other.

“What just happened...”

“That’s enough. “I guess I hit him because I couldn’t control my temper.”

“You played well.”

Luckily, the former was correct. Either because they knew the meister’s temper too well or because they disliked the temple, they showed a willingness to crush him and move on.

Of course, their underlying attitude seems to be closer to not wanting to get involved with Meister, no matter what the truth is – it might be closer to getting caught.

“What kind of life have you really been living?”

“Please show the greatness of physical magic to those who look down on you and look down on you.”

It was worth it. The Archmage gave up the throbbing in his head. It would be good if persuasion was easy. It was a surrender that could safely be called liberation.

“So why did you really call me? “I don’t like wasting time.”

“That ha. First of all, there are two reasons... one of them is because your grandfather is curious about how you are doing.”

“Ah...”

Still, the friendship between grandparents seems to be strong.

On the way back to the dormitory, when the story about my grandfather came up, Meister’s purple eyes darkened slightly. The glasses string that sways along the red-rimmed glasses is made by carving dozens of corals, engraving magic formulas, and tying them together.

“I guess you’re worried because I can’t go see you because of heresy charges.”

Considering the wearer without magical power, how long did it take to turn them into a power source themselves? The Archmage once again felt Cheongsanhoe’s affection and saw the silent person. The other person seemed to have a lot to say, and couldn’t continue talking.

“If you know, would you please tell me to use my brain a little more? Do you think that the world will notice if you move without thinking about the old man? If you’re going to help, do it without being noticed. If you are getting older and your skills have deteriorated, I tell you to retire quickly. “Because my grandson will support me.”

I hope you don’t take it easy.

The Archmage placed his hand on his chest, leaving the pouting Meister behind. Cheongsanho I don’t know. Is it trendy for young people these days to speak harshly but secretly show concern? But if that’s the case, can’t you just say it kindly?

“Are you finally here?”

Meanwhile, through the open door of the dormitory, two people were seen sitting together. Heretic Questioner Daniel is lying quietly behind Berserk, as if he hasn’t woken up yet.

“...Why did you cover your face with a white cloth?”

“Because it’s difficult to check for breathing. “It’s easy to check when you wake up.”

“Grandpa confided in me.”

“Where on earth?”

If you say it so vaguely and consider keeping your mouth shut, what’s wrong with it? It’s not like he doesn’t know that wizards are fascinated by things that are obscured like this.

“This kind of dispute must be accepted.”

“I don’t understand at all why the results of major joint accidents are so dramatic.”

I guess it won’t work. I tried to understand it well, but I need to do more research. As a seeker of truth, I could never pass up this.

“Do you understand Master Nari?”

“Roughly...?”

“Sickness. “Maybe it’s because I’m not a wizard that I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry. “That’s not a common sight.”

Do-dok-dok.

Meister tapped his knee with his finger to change the subject of his thoughts. What I was really curious about was the other person, but since I didn’t have the ability or clues to recognize that right now, I was planning to get information from other sources first.

“You’re not here yet, are you?”

For example, something like this.

“What?”

“The information I bought this time.”

“Not yet?”

“Tsk.”

He paid attention to the second clue given by his grandfather, ‘I decided not to endure it.’ Among these people, the Devil Knight was the only one measuring the extent of his lost memories, so his gaze was even more persistent and harsh.

“bet.”

“yes?”

First of all, the motive for losing memory. What if it was because of a bet?

He brought up again the assumption that came to mind during their conversation the night before the demon knight escaped. Honestly, that was the only reason why the Demon Knight lost his memory.

“But...”

“Hey, don’t mumble to yourself. No, if you’re going to mumble, either say everything or leave out everything that’s important.”

However, if the cause of memory loss is betting, why did he get the result that he ‘won’t tolerate it’ by looking back at his actions? The volatilized memories would have taken the emotions of the time with them, so you wouldn’t immediately have an extreme reaction just by looking at a few lines.

The hypothesis that memories come back by knowing about the past that one does not know is also not an answer. Because it is unlikely that what was offered in return for the bet will be returned so easily.

So there is something to it after all.

There has to be something.

His grandfather had no choice but to talk about his qualifications.

What made it possible for the memoryless demon knight to no longer have to endure it.

“If we know the devil knight’s whereabouts, we might get some answers...”

“We know something, right?”

“Why are you harassing me, Archmage?”

“Because you have more information?”

In fact, the Archmage didn’t ask the Meister to tell him, but why is this guy with such lack of intelligence making a fuss? Are you leaning forward because you know it won’t work out on your own? You have a bad mood.

Meister discussed the Deathbringer’s personality, leaving out the fact that he had kept quiet. There was nothing in his mind that others would consider doggingagin.

“So you’re saying the demon knight has no memory?”

At that time, the person who had been silent until now spoke out loud. It seems to be a pity that she cannot lean against the tent as she sits in a way that obscures the lying Inquisitor. He supports his body with his arms on the ground. It seemed that way. It is impossible to know what the covered hand is really doing.

“That’s his opinion.”

“You don’t know why you don’t remember?”

“I haven’t heard anything, so it has to be that way.”

“So it’s not that you don’t have any memories, it’s that you pretended that you didn’t have them?”

“yes...?”

“You and I both know that the Demon Knight is not the kind of person who escapes for no reason. That is why I believe there must be a good reason for this escape.”

“...Why is that?”

“What if there are no such twists and turns?”

However, despite his slow appearance, the words he spoke were extremely sharp.

“If everything we’ve seen is a lie and we left simply to live, what then?”

What I had been denying and ignoring for a long time, saying it couldn’t possibly be the case, is on the chopping block again.