Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Chapter 198

Episode 198 I tried shouting (7)

“I didn’t do it.”

I answered quickly, putting out my cigarette. Then, the meister who was handed the item as if taking it away softened his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess so. “There would be no time or reason for that.”

There’s no way I could trust you this much. Any doubts I had were immediately dispelled. I guess I was just using my good mind to find a convincing reason.

I think this is more convenient. Because trust is too heavy.

“…But why did it activate?”

While I was interpreting Meister like that, the other person was immersed in other concerns.

As someone who knew nothing, I could only feel a vague impression.

So, wasn’t that brick-like thing originally supposed to emit light?

“The formula must be wrong. No, it’s only happening now in the first place…?”

How should I explain that appearance? It looks like a programmer wondering, ‘Why does this happen?’ after incorrectly entered coding runs normally. Yeah, that’s it.

I immediately understood his confusion.

“You just saw it.”

You had to ask me about that separately. I just gave him a half-hearted look. “The one that just shined.” Meister added as if he was frustrated.

“I saw.”

If it were a concept, I wouldn’t answer to something like this, but…

I looked at the meister’s gaze and nodded slightly. This is because he obtained a cigarette to smoke and his desperate attitude was pitiful. Crucially, it didn’t seem like Meister would join the party.

Anyway, it broke through the soundproofing magic and said, “What is that cheapie, really?!” I heard a voice and asked if I could predict the joining.

Meister even heard that again. Although I just snorted and passed it off.

“So you saw it too? Oh, were there any other characteristics?”

Regardless, if it’s a relationship that ends here, it won’t matter if it becomes a little lighter. While I was thinking like this, I got stabbed in the back by the game, but that’s still the case.

To be honest… Even if Meister joins, I don’t think he will tell the party members about the conversation he had with me. Yeah, I don’t have the impression of ever letting you know. never.

“…There was vibration and light even before I picked it up.”

Therefore, I responded to the inquiries willingly but somewhat unkindly. It was a conversation that took place after a long period of self-rationalization.

Even though it was business-like, it was also a moment of interaction with others that wasn’t given enough to make me feel good.

“and?”

“The vibrations became weaker around the time I was about to hand it over. not sure.”

“…good. “Anything else?”

“well.”

“You felt warmth or the wind gathering?”

“The warmth… not so much. “The wind too…”

After that, I answered each and every question the Meister asked.

Of course, there wasn’t much I could give. Because it was so brief and the clues I got were few.

“OK got it. “It’s okay if you don’t know any more.”

However, with just that flimsy clue, the Meister’s eyes sparkled. The color purple, which had always been calm or harsh, became bright like a dreaming boy.

“thank you.”

I still don’t know what it is… but if it helped, that’s fine. I went back to the lab, relieving my depression with the joy of being a Meister.

“What is that face? “Did anything good happen?”

“Oh, of course. “In the near future, we will be able to see Sage Carol walking around the magic tower on his knees, so that’s a good thing.”

“…What was successful?”

“Are you scared?”

However, as soon as they entered, the Meister became angry with Sage Karl.

If it were me, I would be kind to the people around me, even if it was just because I was happy. I guess Meister isn’t that type of person.

Or maybe it’s because the two are so close.

“Anyway, the results haven’t come out yet?”

“…okay.”

“Oh yeah? In the end, the magic that the wise man believed in was useless.”

“Oh, that shit.”

Still, seeing as Carol’s expression isn’t the worst, it’s likely closer to the latter.

Actually, looking back, Meister didn’t do that to my concept. It may be because there is a medium called equipment in between.

Anyway, I stayed quietly watching the two people excitedly criticizing each other.

Soon it was dinner time. It was time to go.

“No, not yet research!!”

There’s one guy holding on to his pants, but it’s still time to go.

“What are you going here too?”

The Meister was with me on the way back to the inn after leaving the Magic Tower. It was nothing special, it was simply because the paths overlapped.

“Do you have any business?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask. I just go here because the food is delicious. On the other hand, what about you?”

“…This is my accommodation.”

“I understand.”

Meanwhile, we had a meal together at the restaurant. Neither of us suggested it, but it just happened to happen.

“Are you two?”

“No, separately.”

“Ah… But there’s only one seat, so you have to wait or join us…”

“Then there’s nothing we can do. There’s no need to waste time. Shall we join together?”

“as you please.”

What we ate at one table… roughly went like this.

It was a fantastic collaboration between two personalities who had no intimacy with each other and had no interest in others. The compatibility is surprisingly good.

This is also possible because in the end, they are not interested in each other.

“What can I get you?”

“All you need is Porridge.”

“menu.”

“There’s that porridge and bean soup and potato soup. For the main course, there is boiled meat… and you can also grill it. And…”

“Vegetable stew.”

“Uh… it might be possible. Would you like me to do that?”

Oh, but we ordered food separately. It was natural. Just because we sat at the same table didn’t mean we were in the same group.

“There are a lot. “You must have a lot of money.”

As a result, Meister’s side became the pinnacle of simplicity, and mine became the opposite.

No matter what the price range of the food was or what ingredients were used, there were definitely a number of differences. There are a whopping 4 different bowls—the Meister has one, and I have five—because there is a difference.

“Well, if you want to maintain that physique, you have to eat that much.”

However, I don’t know why the meister ordered only the minimum.

He said he came here because the food here was delicious rather than saying he wouldn’t order it because the other food wasn’t delicious. The amount I ate yesterday was quite large for me to say that I don’t order it because I only eat a small amount.

That doesn’t mean you won’t buy it, but it means you can’t eat it…

Do you have any money?

“….”

“….”

…Well, if you look at the research we did earlier, it looked like money was broken.

It seemed like he was receiving quite a few requests, but it also seemed like he was pouring money into it because his own research kept failing.

Maybe that’s why I don’t have the money to spend on something like this.

Considering that he was starving yesterday and ate it when I bought it for him, there is a good chance that he ate it.

“…Employee.”

What can you do? As a Korean, I can’t ignore that disgusting gaze.

“One more of the same.”

“yes!”

“…?”

Anyway, I got used to the persistent gaze because of my companions… but they were just looking at me like that because they wanted to talk to me. I didn’t look at it because I was hungry and wanted to eat.

So I can’t bear to ignore it. The look of a starving person asking to talk was different from the look of a hungry person.

“…you.”

Of course, now we have to ignore that they are hungry. I can’t even imagine those guys starving.

“You didn’t need to do it, but thank you.”

Meanwhile, Meister, who realized the meaning of my actions, calmly expressed his gratitude.

It’s a bonus that there’s a lot of unnecessary stuff attached to the front, so it’s a bit confusing.

“Why do you think it’s yours?”

“…!”

However, the knot in my stomach was immediately relieved when I saw the stiff expression on his face when I gently teased him.

I thought about it yesterday too, but he really looks like my friend.

The way he shamelessly takes advantage of things, the way he gets so mean sometimes, and the facial expressions he makes when I use his shamelessness to play pranks on him.

They look so similar that I want to cry.

“…It’s a joke. “Eat.”

“Do you think I have no pride?”

“Then throw it away.”

“…what a waste of money. It’s also a waste of the cook’s labor. “It’s inefficient.”

“It’s none of my business.”

I put down my spoon, having a meaningless argument. The loneliness hit me hard.

“…I eat this because I feel sorry for the food being thrown away. okay?”

ah. If I had known this would happen, I would have ignored it from the beginning. Whether you stare at the food or not, you’ll pretend not to notice. My mind is full of regrets.

“Did you understand?”

I missed my friends.

“Tsk. Even if the research had been successful, I would not have benefited….”

My friends who waited for me as I was rotting away and helped me get back on my feet.

“…I’ll come find you in the morning.”

“do it yourself.”

I forced the remaining food into my mouth and stood up first. The slightly annoyed meister didn’t even see me leave.

Well, it would have been like that even if I hadn’t been upset, so it wasn’t a big problem. I didn’t want to worry about Meister right now either.

“One more glass of Sia!”

“I wrote that fairy tale!”

“Elise! love!”

“One, two, cheers!”

I corrected my disheveled appearance while eating. At the same time, my feet continued to move, and the bar behind me got further and further away.

For your information, if you ask me why I go out when it’s time to sleep, I’ll say it’s a walk before going to bed. I need to check Frederick’s condition.

A mare must be a very precious creature.

“Are you here to see the horses?”

“okay.”

I walked to the stable near the inn.

As horses are expensive creatures, the people taking turns guarding the stables welcomed me.

“Wait a minute… The driver means… Yes. “Here it is.”

Since Frederick is a particularly famous horse, he has given the stablekeeper a lot of money and asked him to take good care of it.

But is that because of that? Or maybe it’s because I’m such an impressionist.

The stable keeper guided me inside without even checking the card. I didn’t know whether I should feel that they were being treated well or feel uneasy because they seemed to be letting down their guard. I don’t think it was like this in previous cities.

“Wow, that’s very picky… no, he has luxurious tastes. Still, no major problems arose.”

Hehe.

Still, it looks like you took good care of the horse. I felt a little uncomfortable, but it was okay, so I opened my inventory while looking at Frederick, who looked like that.

“Please continue to do so in the future.”

“Don’t worry!”

The stable keeper snorted at the generous tip.

Squeak.

I opened the stall door and went out. The stables became quiet from the moment I appeared, and the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of the horses and the strange words of the stable keeper.

It rattled.

And when I opened the last door and went out, I discovered an unexpected being.

“Is it out now?”

It was Berserk.

“The Archmage has something to say. “He sent me.”

Berserk delivered the message to me with a yawn. Knowing that she usually goes to bed surprisingly early as she wakes up early in the morning, I didn’t find the yawn unpleasant.

“I received Berserk in a note because I have a bad memory.”

However, there is a question as to why she came.

Did you think that sending the Inquisitor and Deathbringer would cause problems?

“we are here.”

Well, from my perspective, I’m just thankful.

Berserk also walks a fine line, but at least it doesn’t try to cross it like others.

Rustle.

Okay, let’s see what was written on the note. If it says that I’m leaving in the near future, I have to reply that I won’t be going.

“Confirmed.”

But I don’t think that’s necessary.

Instead of giving a clear date, I said, ‘The departure is likely to be late.’ ‘No matter how fast it goes, it will take at least two weeks.’ I folded the note containing the following sentences.

At this rate, I might get the letter first.

“Demon knight.”

But the moment I gave a positive answer and was about to turn around, Berserk caught me.

Is she trying to stab me in the back like the Archmage? I felt anxious for a moment.

“As a Nordan warrior, I would like to request a fair and noble sparring.”

But what came back was an unexpected offer.

“Will you accept my challenge?”

A person who lacked the usual cheerfulness, gaiety, and lightness looked solemnly at me.

The slightly higher gaze made it look like the carved falcon had color, or like the color of gold melted in the heat before it hardens.

It’s hot, but it’s metal after all, and it’s valuable, but it’s not finished.

“If you refuse, I will step down.”

This was her essence that Berserk had always portrayed.

To be honest, the essence that comes to mind first is Weapon Master, which I have only encountered a few times, rather than Berserk, which I have consistently watched.

“Confirmed.”

That’s why I accepted the offer.

It was just some kind of whim.

It may be an Inquisitor or a Deathbringer, but Berserk is not a place where the distance can be immediately narrowed by sparring once.

I also came to the conclusion that Berserk wasn’t aiming to get closer to me, but rather just wanted to spar with me.

Also, I remember sparring with her as being quite fun. So… I think it would be okay to do it at least once. It was that kind of excuse.

“time is.”

“It is the right of the person being challenged to set the time.”

Rather, you want to entrust the time to me? Then it’s easier for me.

“If you do, I will set it at 4 a.m. tomorrow, not at dawn.”

I made the decision without hesitation. I don’t like procrastination, so I set the earliest possible date.

Please note that the reason it is not in the morning or afternoon is due to equipment research. That’s because you can’t fight in an open space.

Additionally… fighting at dawn rather than at night will raise less suspicion from other party members. Berserk usually starts training at around 4 in the morning.

“The place is.”

“Outside the city. Towards the gate you came in through.”

“i get it. thanks.”

At best, it was just a fight—it was a sparring match, so there was no need to even risk your life—and it was just an acceptance. So I returned to the inn, ignoring Berserk’s thank you.

Maybe it’s because the bar is bustling even though it’s late at night. It didn’t bother me until the time I laid down in bed and set my sleep time.

? ? 7 hours 00 minutes sleep ? ?

Ah. If I don’t have anything to do in the workshop tomorrow, I’ll sleep there too.

Because there is no rain or wind, the only place where it is never cold is the city.

‘I’m going to die of sadness. Damn it.’

My eyes slid shut and my consciousness flickered.