I Became a 6? Gacha Character

331 - Knights' Valor Poem 1

TL/Editor: raei

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Because I always solved things with my body, the achievements of our party were somewhat overshadowed. However, from the perspective of a senior adventurer who assists the party, there was something very clear.

Our kids are geniuses…!

I'm not talking about dropping everything with a single arrow or reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship. The talent I want to talk about is the ability to coordinate. Considering a party consisting of a tank, dealer, healer, and support roles, it might be the most important talent of all.

After spending ten years, almost eleven now, in this field, I've realized something.

Sometimes, it's more helpful for ten talented people to coordinate than having one genius. This is especially true when dealing with colossal monsters like ogres, which appear quite often. Wrapping them in chains and throwing nets, much like ants hunting insects larger than themselves.

Nowadays, the ? system has blatantly emerged, making one super-genius often more outstanding, but anyway.

"The harpies' wing flaps are so strong that regular arrows don't seem to pose much of a threat. The commander-level harpies seemed to be deflecting them with the air currents… Gas won't work because of the wind, so maybe flashbangs or explosions?"

"Since we have magic tools for flashbangs, explosions and blasts might be better, right? As far as I know, there are accessory-type magic tools for noble ladies, designed to blind the enemy in emergencies. It's strong enough to work on monsters too."

"Indeed, explosions would be better to disrupt the harpies."

"I'm planning to use a magic tool that emits flashes, so it won't overlap."

Except for the odd position where they conversed with me in the middle, it was a textbook example of a model adventurer party conversation that could bring tears to your eyes.

It's common sense for anyone with some knowledge that the tank should tank, the dealer should deal, and the support should support. In a world where fools rush forward to cast magic only to expose their backs to allied arrows, such discipline is precious.

It's even more frustrating when such idiots survive and crawl their way up to the intermediate level. In large-scale missions where seniors and intermediates work together, those fools running everywhere force the experienced senior adventurers, who have grown wise through abundant experience and risking their lives, to clean up their mess.

In that sense, I could proudly say our party was a perfect, flawless team.

"But aren't those kinds of arrowheads extremely expensive?"

"That's why we should only use them against commander-level enemies. I don't plan to buy many, just about fifty."

Even from their conversation, you could tell. Instead of being arrogant and thinking about how they could shine individually, they were focusing on how to support their party members, which was beautiful.

Having fully grasped the situation from their previous encounter with elite harpies, their conversation flowed smoothly.

We stopped by the alchemy workshop to ask about the arrowheads Grace wanted, checked if there were protective magic tools for noble ladies at the jewelry shop on the main street, and almost naturally headed to a pub??

"Oh my, why are there so many people?"

"Wow… How many have flocked to the 43rd floor?"

Seeing the disastrous scene on the first floor of the inn, which Grace and Katie had wanted to visit because stone dwarves sold drinks learned from other races, they gave up.

The first floor of the inn was packed with people.

True to the stone dwarves' craftsmanship, it was well-designed like a Western bar, looking ready to serve cocktails at any moment. If only there weren't mercenaries sprawled out drunk all over the floor.

From the sophisticated design alone, it seemed like a place where young couples from the university area would order cheap cocktails and whisper sweet nothings to each other. However, it was filled with dirty mercenaries, drunk on isekai alcohol, spilling snacks, drinks, and even their homemade pancake batter.

Grace's face grew increasingly dark as she looked around in a daze. I could see that the street was packed with people.

"This street wasn't always this crowded…."

"It got busy once the merchants arrived, and even busier when the Knights arrived. It seems they’ve gathered quite a crowd."

"Well, it’s probably because the prostitutes came too."

"We can't help it. Should we just head back to the lodging for today?"

Grace and Katie weren’t the ones most disappointed by my mumbling. It was Han Se-ah, who had been secretly filming me.

Han Se-ah, who had quietly followed behind us, selecting arrowheads and trying necklaces and brooches against her chest, started filming with her camera drone buzzing around me like a bee threatening an enemy.

But what could Han Se-ah do? Apart from slyly peeping at us through her camera and making her viewers scream, what could she possibly do?

The sweet atmosphere created while shopping for magic tools that might help the party had long been shattered by the dirty sight of a mercenary vomiting up snacks after being kicked out by a stone dwarf’s football kick.

Although I had forgotten, being buried among beauties and surrounded by people with ?s, in a medieval world, this level of cleanliness was considered upper-class.

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Raei Translations

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The next morning, Han Se-ah's "Sweet and Lovely Three-Person Harem Date" had transformed into "This is Medieval Hygiene - Despair Edition."

Everyone gathered around the table for the morning meeting, which had become a routine part of our lives.

Thankfully, this lodging was quite upscale and expensive, so it wasn’t overrun with mercenaries, and it remained quiet. It was a lodging given as a reward for clearing the passage, it could be compared to a standard room in a 5? hotel.

Irene, having taken over the kitchen, naturally started boiling clear consommé, and Han Se-ah pulled out bread from her inventory to accompany it. Our discussion began over breakfast.

"So, what are we doing today?"

"We're talking about joining the Knights in clearing the passage, right?"

When adventurers gather, it's inevitable to talk about adventures. Today's topic was clearing the passage to the 47th floor.

The man who looked like a hairy yeti, acted like an annoying civil servant, and had the tenacity of a runaway bulldozer, was the Second Knight Commander, Edward Aquitaine.

Although I had never met him in person, I had heard countless stories through James.

There were no injured people, no supply issues, and we didn’t need significant rest after the fight. So, the Knight Commander would undoubtedly start clearing and scouting the underground passage today, planning to advance to the city on the 47th floor tomorrow.

"I don't think there's anything for us to do there. The monsters were manageable even by intermediate-level mages, right?"

"True, that makes sense."

Grace, who had cleaned her consommé bowl with bread, was the first to speak, casting a vote against going.

Considering our party's level, it did seem like a waste of effort. We weren’t helping beginners but assisting the kingdom’s Second Knight Order. Grace probably wanted to take another day off and continue shopping after yesterday's mess.

And who could blame her? She wasn’t looking at dresses but at bowstrings, finger guards, arrowheads, and feathers for arrows in the stone dwarf world.

"I think we should go. Just as the harpies' altar was inside the cave, we don't know what might happen underground. It might seem like overkill, but we might gather valuable information."

"That's true, you never know what might come out of the tower."

Next to speak was Katie. She seemed eager to observe the Knights' group combat, hoping to gain some insights into swordsmanship and strategy.

Han Se-ah also subtly supported the idea, considering you never know what might come out. Given her past experiences with messed-up quests and the playful insults from her viewers, it made sense that she wanted to check everywhere.

-Honestly, instead of watching them dig tunnels, how about we just have the girls do a mukbang? Agreed? Agreed.

-Can't we just experiment with the arrowheads and magic tools we bought yesterday on other monsters?

-But there are no monsters lol. Last time, it took three hours to find one leopard.

-BB Games probably field-locked us to stop us from deviating from the story. Otherwise, the monster ratio makes no sense.

-Let's just follow Irene's suggestion to rest for a day and make some bombs.

"There's a suggestion to make bombs, but we've already made plenty and our inventory is full. Thanks."

Should they join the easy and boring battle in hopes of finding clues for the quest, or should they spend a day preparing for the city's takeover without participating in the fight?

The viewers' opinions poured in noisily without reaching a consensus. The voices were varied, ranging from finding it boring to watch to wanting to peek into our party members' daily lives.

In this situation, Irene spoke up, and everyone fell silent to listen to her.

"I think we should go help the Knights."

"Why, sister?"

"We are heroes chosen by the Goddess, and that means moving upwards in the tower."

The woman, who usually kept her opinions to herself, spoke with a calm smile, and her words were enough to make everyone nod in agreement.