Chapter 154: Stele

Chapter 154: Stele

Thud-!

Really Really!

Sunburnt, tawny hands wrapped around Shirons pale hands. Coarse beards adorned the tear-brimming face.

On behalf of all the citizens of Brahham, I extend our gratitude. How can we ever repay this kindness!

It was nothing. I only did what needed to be done.

Shiron replied with a refreshing smile, facing the middle-aged mans unsightly sobbing. Despite it not being a pleasant sight, Shiron responded with a genuine smile rather than mere formality.

Thats because Shiron felt an indescribable irony in this situation itself.

At the Heros Abode,

Shiron had cremated the body of Kyrie, the source of the holy power protecting Brahham. Not only that, but over a thousand guards were annihilated, leaving the city without anyone to maintain order.

As a result, Brahham was unable to properly respond to the massive undead outbreak. As a vile magic flowed through the streets and screams spread from every corner,

Shirons group, emitting brilliant light, eradicated all the undead in the city center.

Brahham is a holy land where Kyries tomb is located. How could we simply watch the disaster unfold?

Shiron, looking at the moved official and the distant citizens of Brahham, felt a profound connection.

Thats not all. During our pilgrimage, I realized how beautiful the city of Brahham is, and I couldnt bear to see the citizens, who have long protected and maintained Kyries mausoleum, suffer at the hands of the wicked undead.

You are like a savior sent by the Lord himself.

The official, holding back tears, began to cry. He felt immense gratitude toward the man who appeared in the absence of the guard capable of stopping the undead.

Originally, not only the guards who were supposed to protect the city were missing, but even the priests, who could emit powerful holy power, were unable to deal with the undead.

This calamity also brought to light a man who was not only powerful but also possessed proper eloquence and charactera flawless hero.

If you insist on rewarding me, I would like to ask for generous support in rebuilding and defending Brahham. Restoring this beautiful city to its rightful state is all I wish for.

It was insincere. Shiron had no sympathy for a race that not only exploited Kyries fame for their own gain but also committed unforgivable acts for more wealth and glory.

Despite that, the citizens of Brahham teared up in gratitude.

Although some suspected the foreigner who suddenly appeared to be the cause of this terrible disaster, such opinions were quickly suppressed, and those who voiced them were harshly criticized.

The light emitted by Shiron in defeating the undead was so bright and divine that it inspired awe in those who saw it.

Someone who emits such warm light could not possibly do such a thing.

Though rejecting the reward and expressing concern for Brahham did not significantly impact the citizens, ultimately, no one felt ungrateful.

After declining countless handshakes of gratitude, Shiron returned to his room.

How about that, wasnt it quite satisfactory?

Shiron spoke to the empty room, appearing to an outsider as if he was talking to himself. However, the subject of his conversation was indeed present.

Even after gaining so much favorable sentiment from many people, my penalty points have hardly decreased.

Out of nowhere, Latera peeked her head out. Fully materialized, she stood on the ground with a seriously contemplative expression.

Well, maybe its because it wasnt a true good deed, so shall we hold off on judging for now?

Do I really need to reverse the penalty points? I dont feel inconvenienced by them. If anything, Ive only benefited.

Sitting down, Shiron met Latera at eye level.

Ive safely brought you along, and Kyries body is no longer there. Theres no need to enter the Heros Abode anymore, right?

Still

See? We even wrote a pledge.

?

Shiron peered closely as Latera showed him the book.

[For Hyunjun, whom I always want to see.]

Shiron recognized a familiar phrase on the last page. He sleepily handed the book back to Latera.

Can you tell me what it says?

Youre not illiterate, are you?

Just read it, quickly.

Under Shirons insistent urging, Latera shrugged.

To Latera, whom I always want to see. I hope you become a great guardian angel soon Thats it.

Is that really what it says?

Yes, it is! Dont you trust me?

Its not that I dont trust you

Shiron rubbed his dry eyes.

I just cant trust my eyes.

What do you mean?

Its just, theres such a thing.

Shiron playfully answered and roughly tousled Lateras hair.

Ill try to erase the penalty points.

Really?

Yes, its clearer now what I should do rather than weighing uncertain things.

You made a good choice! I knew the hero would do just that!

Latera jumped in place with a beaming smile. After enjoying the moment of the girls happiness, Shiron coughed to shift attention.

Before that, lets go out somewhere tonight.

Where?

A few days later.

In the capital of the Rien Empire, Rien.

At Hugos mansion, particularly in the annexs backyard, a small construction project was underway.

Thump-!

Is this enough?

Shiron looked up at the giant stele towering over him. The white rectangular prism, shadowed by trees, gave a different feel from a grave.

[For Hyunjun, whom I always want to see.]

Shiron caressed the engraved letters on the stele with a frown.

I might be able to meet her.

It wasnt during the games production but her direct involvement here. Realizing this, Shiron couldnt simply leave or overlook his friends traces.