Chapter 174

Chapter 174

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The great forest was the only place the Hero could not visit when he was wandering the continent.

Initially, it was impossible to enter without possessing a part of the World Tree, and it was difficult to build an understanding of the faerie tribe exclusive to others.

The closed society peculiar to minority races was a stark contrast to the doppelgangers.

However, visiting as the Hero was a new experience.

It should be okay to relax for a moment.

The information about the faerie tribe camp was basic.

It was the habitat of extremely rare herbs, hence there were many skilled alchemists.

There might be those who know about Homunculus.

Additionally, due to the nature of their species, there are quite a few spirit warriors who are extremely rare in human society.

Most of the tribe members were also skilled in martial arts and archery.

In short, they were an elite minority.

If there were Frost Dragons in the north, there were faeries in the south.

It wasnt for no reason that they maintained their autonomy despite their small numbers.

Perhaps unexpectedly, I might encounter a strong opponent and gain dueling experience.

With such thoughts, the Hero looked back at the seemingly excited companions.

Kasim was trimming his bushy beard while walking.

It seems well finally engage in productive activities rather than dueling.

As the rapiers blade grazed his chin, the image of a handsome man appeared in his memory.

Noubelmag was gaping, wondering if the sword he made was being used for shaving.

Kasim chuckled heartily.

Noubelmag, where do you think the place with the most faeries of my age group is?

Noubelmag looked at Kasim as if he were pitiful.

To meet faeries of your age, youd have to go to the cradle.

What?

Even the children running in the streets are all over 50.

Really.

Whether Kasims exaggerated reaction pleased him or not, Noubelmag spoke contentedly.

Its not surprising. There are faeries who have lived for over a thousand years.

A thousand years? Even if they are long-lived faeries, is that possible?

It is, whether you believe it or not.

The wrinkled eyes of the dwarf elder glanced beyond their heads, over the branches of the trees.

Naturally, the group also looked up.

The sky was clear blue.

A towering and mystical tree stood as if supporting it.

It was a tree so large that it could be seen from anywhere in the Great Forest.

Its size made one believe in the legend that all life in this forest originated from there.

Swoosh-

The wind swept through countless leaves.

The sound made the group momentarily feel as if they were standing under a falling rain of spears.

Swoosh-

Because the source of the sound was so high, the rustling of the leaves flowed down with a short delay.

The faerie who planted the World Tree and the oldest living faerie.

Noubelmags low voice pierced through the midst.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

The protagonist known as the Guide of Time is none other than Laplace.

Pia interjected suddenly.

Oh, Ive read about him too.

Wow, a thousand years its unimaginable. Do faeries age after a thousand years?

I dont know, Ive never seen one.

Laplace.

At the mention of that name, the Hero suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Ted.

But why is the artifact called Iris of Laplace?

Its speculated that its named after the faerie who resides in the Great Forest.

A faerie?

A sage close to omniscience According to rumors, his prophetic abilities are so great that he can foresee the future as easily as reading the palm of his hand.

It was unbelievable then, and its unbelievable now.

Foreseeing the future, its hard to believe. Even the great Zero Requiem was called a prophet, but theres no known case where his prophetic abilities were properly demonstrated, right?

Its just a rumor.

Have you met Laplace, Hero?

No, although Ive walked through the Great Forest, I couldnt meet him because hes been in seclusion for over a century.

It was a natural question.

If you did meet him, what would you ask?

The fate of humanity.

His answer was so prompt and Ted-like that it remained vivid in his memory.

The fate of humanity.

Of course, the Hero didnt expect to meet Laplace on this journey at all.

There was no one among the living humans who had met him.

He had been in seclusion for over a century.

Even Noubelmag, who spent part of his youth in the Great Forest, had never met Laplace.

But, naturally, he couldnt help but speculate.

If I were to meet him, what should I ask?

He didnt believe in the vague ability of foreseeing the future.

However, he did have an artifact called Iris of Laplace that compiled information about the past and present, assisting with insights into the future.

If the faerie sage was a prophet, then surely it would be that kind.

There was no harm in seeking enlightenment.

There are so many things Id like to ask about the future.

Or the destination of this precarious lie.

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While the Hero was lost in such thoughts.

The topic of conversation among the group returned to seducing the faeries like a recurring tide.

All right! Its a challenge! Ill hold my breath until my lungs burst!

What determination, like a beast!

Thus, Gerald accepted Cucullis challenge, and they both dunked their heads simultaneously in the middle of the swimming pool.

Splash!

The freezing began around Gerald in the next moment.

What?!

Crack!

Breaking through the frozen surface like a dolphin, Gerald, with lips turning blue, sprang out of the ice-cold water.

A burst of laughter followed.

Hey, you crazy!

Hahaha! Did you fall for it, Gerald?

Even Gerald himself found the situation amusing, as he grinned sheepishly.

Leaning against a sunbed and watching this spectacle, Leciel jabbed the arm of the boy next to her.

Are you like that too?

Like what?

Like Gerald, all worked up

Recognizing that it was too strong an expression to say to a friend, Leciel corrected herself.

Are you feeling impatient? You dont seem like the type.

Oh, feeling impatient? Why?

Because youre kind.

Not feeling quite satisfied with the calm look in Leciels eyes, he blurted out words he wouldnt normally say.

I I like swimsuits too.

It was the truth.

But there were truths that didnt need to be spoken out loud sometimes.

Leciel blinked rapidly.

Ah, I see.

What rescued Ban from the dilemma of pondering eternal submersion was none other than Cuculli.

Ban! Lets go order food! I heard from the Principal earlier that everything here is free, you just have to place an order!

If only he could get away from here now.

Ban got up in a hurry.

Ill, Ill be right back.

Okay.

As Ban, with his head down, walked toward the restaurant, he failed to notice that Leciels gaze was directed toward the swimsuit shop.

So, side by side, Cuculli and Ban headed for the restaurant.

Oh, the restroom!

What?

Hehe, make sure to order well!

Cuculli went in the exact opposite direction of the restroom.

It would be tiresome to catch her and ask what she was up to.

Ban sighed and continued toward the restaurant.

I should practice now.

Ban realized that his multitasking ability was most activated when he entered a state of excitement about experimenting with Beatrices multi-round combat.

So, right after contacting Leciel, now, he could function excellently as a Magic-swordsman.

He had been continuing his training of integrating martial arts with magic throughout the vacation.

The situation was finally becoming clearer.

Even though they were on vacation, he had no intention of giving up practice altogether.

Beatrice told me to practice whenever I had the chance.

Hmmmm

First, he spread out the techniques of martial arts, detection, and counter-detection in all directions.

Its about surveying the surroundings while neutralizing mana tentacles attempting to detect his own presence.

Swoosh

The sensing from the colleagues in the swimming pool brushes past him.

Next comes magic.

He implemented Sneak, a lower-level magic he learned from Beatrice, which reduces his presence.

With this, a synergistic effect occurs, allowing him to move without being detected even by higher-level martial artists.

Utilizing magic in martial arts, even if its not direct combat magic, was limitless in its applications, and Ban was greatly interested in this training.

Extend the detection a bit further

Ugh

Ban abruptly stopped.

Ugh, Ooof

This time the sound was louder.

A suppressed groan that didnt fit at all with this peaceful resort.

Without a moments thought, Ban dashed toward the direction where the sound was detected.

Whats going on?

His heart pounded.

The resort where his friends were in a vulnerable state.

Even if it was close to the capital and Glendor had constructed the best defenses, could one really guarantee complete safety?

Even Rosenstark had been breached.

Ever since the incident in the Forest of Martial Arts, Ban had been reacting to such sudden situations neurotically.

But what was clearly different now was that he had enough power to deal with it.

Ban drew in a lot of mana while completely suppressing his presence.

Tap

Now, just around that corridor corner, was the origin of the sound.

Who the?

Ban couldnt finish his sentence.

It was because Nyhill, whom he thought to be the most quiet among his colleagues, was beating up someone unexpected.

He called out the name of the victim in disbelief.

The name he thought he wouldnt mention for years to come.

Lucas?

[TL/N: Noubelmag, what have u taught cutie nyhill???]

[PR/N: Nah he was probably peaking or sum other sus shit]

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