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

Chapter 304

Episode 304: Evidence (9)

Despite the atrocity of altering the work in front of the original author’s eyes, the Meister somehow regained his composure. It definitely didn’t mean that I became less angry.

It was just that the scene that followed brought about greater curiosity than anger.

“That…”

He saw a torrent of energy forming around the demon knight’s body that was difficult for humans to emulate. The flow was so rough that you could see it even if you took off your glasses.

Wood clatter.

Also, in that flow, the demon knight’s body slowly changed. The arms and legs that were buried and crushed began to melt like water and burn like fire.

Slurp. The body, released with liquid demonic energy, destroyed the obstacle and came back together on the spot. It wasn’t much different from rebuilding a broken clay doll.

The blood and flesh that had been pressed to the ground were massaged by the demon energy and regained their original shape. The story is that a leg that I thought would never be used again was restored to normal condition.

Not only that, scratches and torn wounds were also regenerated with new skin growing. The blood that was shed in the process has disappeared and the tattered clothes have been caught in the fire and are being recreated in a new form.

“It’s a scam.”

Soon the usual demon knight fully returned. The Meister’s review, who watched it all, is summarized in just four words.

“…I won’t deny it.”

It was a short review, but the demon knight also expressed his agreement. It was also an expression of disfavor for the fact that not only lesser devils but great devils have such resilience. If every archdemon had this kind of ability, humanity would be in great trouble.

“So why do you have that sword?”

“…I know now too.”

“What on earth do you really know?”

“Well…”

Have you still not regained your memories? While the meister was puzzled, the evil knight stood up, shaking off the hem of his clothes.

“Why are you here?”

It was a bit funny that that was the first thing he asked, putting everything else aside. People might be curious over there, though.

“Because you get to go with the hero?”

“you…?”

“I thought the fastest way to see you again would be to go together.”

“…me?”

The meister shrugged his shoulders and pointed to things attached to the devil knight’s clothes. Did you play it knowingly or without knowing it? These were accessories that I thought were left on the collar.

“Once I receive the money, I have to deliver the requested product.”

“…What are these?”

“Equipment that filters divine power. You can leave out one or two items, but if possible, wear them all. “Because it is applied to each area.”

Meanwhile, Meister also handed over an item in the form of an earring. I didn’t think anything like a drop type or ring would suit me and I wouldn’t like to wear it, so I made it as small as possible and made it a button type.

Well, seeing as he had an ear cuff on his ear, I thought it would be okay to do it that way.

“I didn’t hear any eyewitness accounts, so I thought you only went to Dume Mountain Valley, but it looks like you were in disguise.”

“…?”

He tapped the corner of his mouth as his eyes expressed doubt. This was where the original wound would have been if it were a demon knight. It looks like it’s been covered up with a magic tool now.

“ah.”

The demon knight’s hand went to the ear cuff. Sweet. The moment the ear cuff comes off, a wound appears around the mouth.

“I didn’t know you could disguise yourself.”

“….”

Even though I found it surprising, I roughly understood it. The characteristics you have must be quite unique. From the perspective of running away, covering them would have been an option.

“Okay, if you don’t know why you have my weapon, can you at least tell me why you destroyed it? Did it really have to happen in front of the original author?”

In any case, I need to hear why the sword had to be shattered before my eyes. Meister resolutely returned to the topic. The demon knight pursed his lips with a subtle expression.

“The reason the weapon was destroyed was because it was offered as a sacrifice to restore it.”

“I guess it’s just a human sacrifice.”

“If it has value.”

“Hmm.”

“…and the reason I have this is probably because of the devil. “If you secretly stole it from Bemurchen to use it as a trump card, I have no choice but to not know.”

Fortunately, this time I got a somewhat acceptable answer. The Meister’s eyes narrowed.

“But you still haven’t regained your lost memories?”

“…no. “Some of it was recovered.”

“Then the reason you escaped was to find the rest?”

“…okay.”

If the silence when giving the first answer was 1 second, the silence when giving the second answer was closer to 3 seconds. At that point, the silence is not for choosing words. It’s about the conflict I went through deciding whether to say this or not.

“Did you find what you wanted?”

“okay.”

“So you’re leaving again now?”

However, I understand that feeling. Meister pictured the situation the Demon Knight was in and thought of what he would experience.

The warrior couldn’t harm the demon knight in the end, but the temple would be different. This guy probably knows that too, so he restored his body only after sending the hero.

“…I am.”

“I do not care. “If you suddenly resurrect and say you ran away, that’s the end.”

There will be doubts, but doubts will not tighten his leash. Because there isn’t a single piece of evidence.

“Instead, answer this before you leave.”

However, before sending the demon knight away, Meister raised the crucial question of why he joined this group. I had to listen to this even if I had to die.

“Why did your grandfather help you?”

“…?”

“That’s why Mr. Blue Coral said he had no right to stop you because he had to let you go.”

“…Did he say that?”

The demon knight squinted his eyes a few times and finally closed his eyelids. A period of time, neither long nor short, tickled the stomach and left.

“why.”

“It might be okay for you…”

And the moment the Devil Knight’s distinctive left and right differently colored eyes opened, the Meister waited for an answer.

“I am not the soul that originally lived in this body.”

“…uh?”

Even if it’s an unexpected answer.

Tuk. The utility knife fell to the floor.

* * *

I turned a blind eye to the devil, who was asking me to capture him as soon as I filled him with magical energy, and was saying that he had left the house because of his conscience. It was already expected that there would be a hidden card, but since there was a hidden card, I realized that this guy was someone who should not be given a chance.

“What…”

In addition, he has now made a surprise confession. I looked calmly at the Meister, whose expression was wrinkled.

For your information, although the statement I just made was brief, it was a decision made after deep consideration.

“The original owner of this body wanted to stop the devil, but he lacked the power on his own, so he decided to borrow the power of others. As a result, I came into this body.”

That’s right, if you want to reassure the Inquisitor that ‘you don’t have to kill me’, you need to provide some basis as well. And as a basis for this, ‘it’s okay now because of these circumstances’ is more persuasive than ‘I suddenly became able to control the devil.’

The fact that I had heard most of the truth and that I would hear the rest soon also contributed to the confession. In the past, I couldn’t try because I would have been in trouble if the truth that contradicted it was exposed, but that’s not the case now, is it?

“So… you were subjected to some kind of extortion or something? you?”

“…It’s easy to understand.”

Of course, there would be no problem if you left without convincing the Inquisitor. If you are stuck in a mountain valley somewhere, it would not be impossible to survive for 9 years.

But I didn’t want to do that. No matter what happened over the next nine years, I wanted to properly mend the relationship between her and me.

If you didn’t know, you can’t hurt a child who has already been hurt again.

“Oh, it’s nothing special. The warriors who turned the tables and were said to be the strongest of all time. Oh, you know that the warriors spoken of here are not the warriors spoken of in the temple, right? Anyway, there was some research in the past that looked at whether the war situation would improve if the heroes of history were transferred to new bodies and sent into war.”

However, the story I heard amidst such determination was truly absurd.

Commanding historical heroes to fight is exactly that. It’s a game that turns King Arthur into a woman.

“…I think it’s insulting to the deceased.”

“You can split a living person’s body, but can’t you kidnap a dead person’s soul?”

“So was it successful?”

“Would you have done it?”

It’s a good thing that it failed. It may be a pity for the current generation of humans, but no matter what, it’s a shame to have to work until after death.

“But if that’s what you were told, why do you remember…?”

“…It was the devil’s work. In the process of being cast into this body, most of my memories were scattered. Not only that, but the original owner’s memories were also mixed in…”

I said without hesitation and answered the meister’s question with an excuse I had quickly thought of. I don’t know anything else, but I couldn’t confess to the concept. Numerical expressions are an absolute specification.

?…??

…But now that I think about it, there is this guy. Even the devil knows.

I momentarily faltered as I looked at the boy’s miniature attached to my forearm – which I had brought out earlier to explain the weapon offering -. Sisshisssssssssssssssssssss.

“Uh huh…? “Hey, are you hurt?”

“What’s the problem?”

“…no.”

I gritted my teeth, holding my face that was about to burn. He said he saw all that shit in the beginning. I even played a devil in Zakrati, and they saw it all?

I suddenly wanted to die. It was natural that that little girl had watched all of my shows. I’d rather just stick my nose in a plate and die than a mouse hole.

“What is the devil doing? “I’m sorry, I should have marked it well…” I

should have just died earlier. I’m really sorry to the Inquisitor, but I’ll just die!! I closed my eyes tightly to the shameful and deplorable reality. I felt like crying. It’s not a joke, it’s real.

“I’ll go in first and keep an eye on you. “I’m really sorry…”

Meanwhile, Faust is blaming himself first, which makes it even more heartbreaking. That’s not the problem. That’s not the problem…

“Isn’t there a real problem?”

“…Okay.”

It’s not okay. I want to die.

Even though Faust was gone, I washed my face repeatedly, feeling still alive. Somehow, it seemed more painful now than when I found out about the other side of the contract. I think the reason is that I can blame that because it’s someone else’s fault, but I can’t blame this because it’s my fault.

“Okay, whatever. So what effect did mixing memories have?”

“…Thanks to you, I lived only by the memories I had for a while.”

Fortunately, Meister did not press me for the truth to the end. The topic that came back saved me at least. The shame still hasn’t subsided, but it’s still better than a grain of sand.

“But you found out in Bemurgen that that wasn’t your memory?”

“The contribution of the Blue Coral Magic Tower was great. “I felt uncomfortable before that, but if it wasn’t for him, it would have been too late for me to notice.”

Despite this, I am glad that the excuse itself came out quite well. No, in fact, it is the truth itself, so there is nothing that would not be okay.

To be honest, what I just said wasn’t much different from the truth.

It’s true that I didn’t know that I was in this body in the early stages of cancer, and it’s true that I have the original owner’s memories – albeit at the level of the settings provided by the game company – and it’s true that I’ve been clinging to those settings for the past year.

There is a sense of distance between one’s own will and one’s will, but I clung to it not because it was the only memory I had, but because I had a memory.

It was an excuse based on facts, with only a slight misunderstanding.

So, only in this part, I was confident. It was really confident.

[You covered it well.]

No fucking way. I want to die.

“Shut up before I kill you, devil…”

“…?”

I barely put my hand back up and covered my face. It’s really embarrassing…

“Is the devil talking to you?”

“…okay.”

“Is there a possibility that it could lead to problems like runaway or something like that?”

“No, never.”

“I guess it’s under control now.”

“okay. “Then that’s it.”

Ah, if shame breaks through the limit, it would be better to become detached. I answered bitterly with a liberated heart.

I was fortunate that the one in front of me was a meister.

“More than that, when you noticed that your memory was strange, why didn’t you tell people around you? “Maybe other people would have trusted you as much as your group.”

As I said before, he didn’t dwell on the issues I refused to talk about. It may be a little difficult to sharply point out a loophole, but it is easy to change the topic.

“…I thought that if I told you, I would only get some sympathy votes but I would not be able to avoid execution. “In the worst case, I thought it could be considered a deception by the devil.”

“but. I get angry when people say I feel sorry for them even though I don’t need to help them. But I guess you don’t think that way now?”

“Since you are a cool and rational person, I thought you would objectively judge the validity and reality of my words. “Unless there is proof, it may be impossible to completely trust it, but at least it will give you a chance to prove it.”

Considering that poking out loopholes can also improve the quality of your excuse, it’s not a bad idea. I made my explanation more solid by replying to the meister.

“yes.”

The meister, who seemed somewhat satisfied, nodded.