Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Chapter 338

Episode 338 Snowball (2)

2 years and 6 months.

I stayed there for about half a year, so it’s safe to say that the time has passed roughly at 5:1.

The problem is that this time rate doesn’t seem to be fixed.

“Amelia, did you arrive before me?”

Even though I was in the middle of being sure, I dared to ask and the answer came back immediately.

“Yes, it’s been a long wait. I left the magic tool you are holding now. When you return, emit light right away and give me a signal. Well… I didn’t expect it to take more than two years for the signal to come.”

Somehow, when I woke up, I heard a ‘beep’ sound.

That must have been the sound the magic tools made when they turned on.

“Anyway, I’ll explain everything I’m curious about later, so hurry up and run for now.”

Amelia seemed to want to do everything in her power to end the small talk and get out of here, but I just couldn’t agree.

It’s okay, but I still couldn’t understand it.

“Wait a minute, if the pursuer is Erwen, why do we have to run away?”

“You don’t know, but that woman will definitely try to kill me. If I fight in this city where the oath is activated, I will be defeated.”

I know I’m losing

“Why is he killing you?”

“Because I think I have something to do with your death.”

“Ah…”

Those words brought the situation to a certain extent into my head.

However, even so, Amelia’s behavior was still unconvincing.

“But that’s if I meet and convince—”

“Persuasion won’t be easy.”

“…what?”

When I asked back as if I didn’t understand, Amelia stopped walking. Then he looked at me and said in a serious voice.

“That Yandel woman is not the fairy you knew back then.”

A look that reminds me of some kind of monster.

Amelia was convinced that no matter how much I was, I couldn’t control Erwen.

“No, because something happened in the meantime…”

“A lot happened. There is no time for a long explanation.”

Amelia, who firmly cut off my muttering, continued.

“I doubt she would still be willing to do that, but only one thing matters.”

“What is that…?”

“That she can’t protect you.”

It’s been a long time since I felt like this.

Even if I talk to Amman, my head is not organized.

“…Protection? Me? From whom?”

I asked blankly, and Amelia gave a short answer again.

“From all over the world.”

What is this?

The car that came up with such a question and tried to ask something new.

“Bjorn Yandel.”

Amelia called me by name.

“This happened two years ago.”

Like a doctor giving a terminal sentence to a patient.

In a voice that is resolute yet bittersweet.

“The royal family has announced that you are an evil spirit.”

…what?

***

Lazy afternoon.

The office where the warm sunlight streams through the windows.

However, it was far from peaceful inside.

“…That is all.”

Alex Halo, assistant keeper of the 3rd Magic Corps.

Announcing the end of his regular report, he looked at his superior’s expression with his chin stiffly raised in a firm posture.

She was reading the document with her brow furrowed.

“Hmm……”

She read all of the documents within seconds and looked up at him.

His unique eyes, tired of seeing all the time.

Seeing this, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

It is known from past experience. At least I’m going to get over it safely this time.

“It’s well written. The content is good. The part about Noark’s dynamics was especially interesting. It’s a guess, but should I say I still have imagination? It’s much better than the garbage I’ve brought so far.”

Is this a criticism or a compliment?

I don’t know, but what he said was fixed.

“Thank you—”

“Did you know how to say that?”

Holy shit.

gulp.

He swallowed involuntarily at the sudden change in his voice.

The superior’s eyes were no longer tired.

No, the fatigue is still there… but at least the eyes weren’t sleepy.

The eyes of a predator facing herbivores on the verge of being eaten.

If you stay still here, you’ll get really detached.

“Tell me what to fix and I’ll fix it.”

“First of all, the problem is with the form. I should have told you about this last time, but you made a mistake again? Don’t you know that after my approval, it will be passed on to Captain Pevrosk?”

“…I will correct it.”

“No, the content is the problem in the first place. Do you think the Noarks might be living in the labyrinth? Why don’t you rather be a writer? I don’t think it will sell anything.”

“I will correct it.”

“What’s a parrot? How are you going to correct it? I have to say that.”

After that, it’s finally over.

“…I will write again.”

“Okay then.”

Soon, the supervisor’s gaze shifted to another document, and Alex turned his back, somehow grabbing at the shattered soul.

He closed the door very carefully so as not to disturb his boss, who had been focusing on his new work before he knew it.

The appearance of the superior was visible through the cracks in the door that were gradually shrinking .

Even with a tired face, there was something that caught people’s attention in that look that focused hard on one thing.

Is that why?

She seemed to know why the soldiers in the corps were afraid of her but not hating her.

‘If I were just a little kinder, I’d be much more popular…’

The golden mage.

Within the corps, the vice-captain of the 3rd Magic Corps, nicknamed the ‘Little Ghost’, is even more famous.

‘Definitely good-looking, but—’

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going out?”

“Excuse me. Nia Lapdonia!”

Soon, the bewildered man raised his bow and hurriedly slammed the door he had carefully pulled.

And…

“Haa, when will that be usable?”

After looking at the closed door for a while, the golden wizard Arua Raven sighed.

Of course, it didn’t take long for attention to shift.

She moved the pen that had stopped again and solved the tasks piled up on the desk one by one.

And how long has it been?

“That’s all for today.”

Raven stretched his rigid body and looked at the window.

At some point, the world beyond the window was dark as the sun had set.

‘I finished all the important things today, so I can come early tomorrow morning and finish the rest…….’

Raven, who was unbuttoning his uniform buttons one by one, laughed bitterly and buttoned them up again.

I’m going to go to work wearing this again tomorrow anyway, so I wondered if there was any point in changing.

Soon after putting on only the officer’s coat and finishing organizing the desk, she checked the calendar one last time. When I looked at the calendar

for December 2, 156,

I still felt strange.

I guess it’s time to get better.

Still sometimes, my body stiffens like this and my heart sinks.

Knowing the loss, you realize it more keenly.

That the short expedition he and his colleagues had been through was so enjoyable and brilliant. It’s just that those days… now can never come back.

‘It’s already been more than 2 years…….’

2 years and 6 months.

A few days are not enough to tell in detail how much happened during that time.

But, to put it briefly.

It was a long time indeed.

The ties that I tried to connect somehow are being torn to shreds.

To the extent that a 6th grade wizard of the Artemion school joined the royal army and grew up to become the vice-captain of a corps.

rattle.

Raven went to the window and opened the door wide.

A chilly winter wind blew quietly.

Ah-Ah-

she remembered the last appearance of his colleagues in his memory.

Barbarian female warrior Einar Pnellin.

Abman, who is usually unreliable, but trustworthy when it’s important.

And even Misha.

‘It’s been more than half a year since I haven’t seen everyone…….’

The most recent colleague I met was Abman.

Even that happened half a year ago, and the conversation we had was not as friendly as before. We met by chance on the 6th floor and awkwardly broke up while talking about the current situation.

Well, it’s Erwen. I saw you two months ago, but…

Now, I’m not even close to being a colleague.

They only made eye contact for a moment, but didn’t say hello.

‘Still, Mr. Abman and Mr. Einar seem to be doing well…’

Recalling her former colleague, she quietly closed her eyes.

It was because I suddenly remembered the most painful finger.

“Missha is…”

Where are you and how are you doing right now?

Raven reached out to the open window. Then, as I caught the snowflakes that started to scatter, I remembered the last conversation I had with Misha.

[I have something I must tell you…]

That day was about 2 years and 4 months ago.

It was the end of that summer.

***

Intuition.

What explorers jokingly call the sixth sense.

Surprisingly, this sense is very useful in life.

Even though there is no clear information or basis, it is a very common story in this industry that a claw passed over it when I just lowered my back because I felt bad.

pounding-!

However, this is not an innate sense.

The more experienced you are and the more intelligent you are, the more things your intuition will do. Intuition is the result of the combination of information piled up like grains of sand in the unconscious.

It’s just hard to explain why it reached that result.

In the unconscious, the basis exists clearly.

“What should I say…?”

Raven tried to ignore the ominous sensation and asked again.

Nothing has been confirmed yet.

It’s common for intuition to simply end up as an error in judgment.

No, to the point where it’s much rarer to get it right.

But…

“Yeah… I have something to say… No…”

“That way of talking…”

“Oh this… .? I want to change it once. Because it can’t be like that forever…….”

“Ah… Really? You thought well. Joe is good? I will cheer for you too.”

On a flat level, Misha’s change was positive.

Even Raven knew Misha’s situation to some extent.

Have you ever injured your tongue in the past? I heard that even though the wound healed over time, it was because of a mental problem.

Yes, I’m sure it will be that way…….

Exciting!

Why does my heart beat faster?

It just makes me more ominous.

“…so what do you want to say?”

“That’s actually……”

Misha blurted out her words and averted her gaze, then opened her mouth with difficulty as if she had made up her mind.

“I was trying to get out of the team.”

Declaration of withdrawal.

However, Raven did not ask why.

It wasn’t even that surprising in the first place.

“I see…”

To be honest, I wondered if this would happen in the end.

No matter who they bring in, they won’t be able to fill that barbarian’s void. Labyrinth exploration would be suspended indefinitely, and it was natural for the team to disband.

But…

“Okay. If I decided it was better to do so, it wouldn’t be a problem for me

to say this or that.” It’s okay for the team to disband.

The important thing is our relationship.

Just because we don’t enter the labyrinth together doesn’t mean that relationship ends here

. Do you want to stay?”

“First, I’m going back to my family.”

“Ah, even if you’re just going to rest without a plan, I’m in favor—”

“And then we’re going into the labyrinth. No… I’m going in.”

“…….Yes?”

Raven didn’t understand at all.

He said he was leaving the team and then went into the labyrinth?

The back of his head tingles.

“A labyrinth? Who are you with? Did you find a new team already?”

Raven felt an inexplicable sense of betrayal and rushed out with questions.

However, Misha did not answer.

She just changed the topic with a bitter voice

. No……”

At that, Raven felt the ominous feeling that had barely calmed down grow stronger. Maybe that

‘s why?

Her voice, which had risen with excitement, calmed down. “…Try

it .”

Perhaps because of the coldness, her voice came out coldly somewhere.

Misha couldn’t look away from this, so she fixed herself on the floor.

Then, in a really small voice, she said,

“Hey, soon… Rumors that Bjorn is an evil spirit will start to circulate… …”

“…Yes?”

“Ah! Because that’s just a rumor! No matter what anyone says, never believe it! I just want to tell you the story…”

What the hell is Misha talking about?

Did she lose her mind because of Mr. Yandel’s death?

I also thought of this.

It was an intuition.

The sixth sense that arrives at the truth before a rational way of thinking

. I don’t know why.”

As if to answer that question, Misha backed away.

“That’s why you came to tell me in advance. He didn’t want us to remember Mr. Yandel as an evil spirit.”

Raven took a step forward.

“But,”

she had already realized.

“You said that Mr. Yandel would be rumored to be a demon.

” “Isn’t that… just a rumor?”

Raven

asked while holding Misha’s wrist.

It was a misjudgment unlike her.

There is no way a wizard could stop a physical explorer with force. “…shit!” Misha shook her hand and ran away, and the next day

,

rumors that Bjorn Yandel was an evil spirit spread throughout the city.

And…….

“Where did this person disappear to? …….”

That was Misha’s last appearance.