C85 - Its Determination (7)
Desir was ashamed (a little nervous) of talking to Zod.
Zod, who was acting calmly under any circumstances, was trying to get the truth without giving up on Desir's previous life, was reluctant to give up his curiosity.
If it was so easy to give up, then what was the meaning of the conversation they had so far?
As he thought for a while, Desir asked Zod a little.
"If so, Master of the Tower of Magic, and about all the things you told me so far ..."
"I was playing with you. It's good that you tell me, but it's not like that."
All the threats that had been made to Desir until now had been his performance. His performance completely fooled Desir.
Desir said in a persistent voice.
"Zod ~."
"Laughter * ... I'm sorry, but it's your medicine. I won't ask about your identity anymore, since it's something you want to hide from anyone. I've also been hiding innumerable secrets that I can't tell either."
In Zod's words, Desir imitated his tone and intonation.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my identity, but I promise I will tell you everything when the time comes."
Chuckle*.
The two laughed as they talked.
"I hope that day is not too far."
Zod's smile was so warm. It was a smile like the smile of a grandfather who looked at his grandchildren.
"Is that all you are going to say?"
"No, there is one more thing, a story about the Outsiders."
Desir instantly remembered what happened this time.
It happened in an instant.
Western Kingdom Conference, and the Outsiders, who terrorized the conference, and the demon they drew at the end, Dadenuev.
They, who had been causing minor friction before, began working at full speed.
The Outsiders were intimidating, trying to overthrow the current state and provoke chaos.
In particular, Crow Mask, who led the attack, was particularly dangerous.
"Through this, we knew that the Outsiders had a lot of power, and until now they were hiding power."
Especially Crow Mask, which led them.
It was one of the few wizards of 6 circles on the continent that used a non-magic magic (no attributes).
He was so dominant in space magic that he was superior to Zod.
Desir could not understand how such a person could hide his identity without being known.
'And the revolutionary ...'
Crow Mask was a survivor of the revolutionary army.
Desir had heard of the remains of the Revolutionary Army that survived the civil war of the Hebrion Empire by becoming Outsiders, but he never thought he would find them this way.
Committing indiscriminate terrorism only because of the absurdity of this world
"That kind of thing is more dangerous."
Those who had faith were terrified.
Because they believed that their actions were correct and justified all their activities.
Wasn't it because they thought it was "the sacrifice of a cow" (no, I don't understand, but surely it is a phrase) that they tried to kill the citizens without any reason for Dadenuev to return to life immediately?
"I can't tolerate it."
All he could say was that they were crazy.
For their purposes, they will not hesitate to do worse things.
It was not a revolution, it was just an apparent massacre.
'And now they have recognized me as an enemy.'
Desir thought he would find them one day.
Then said Zod.
"There is nothing to worry about because there was a positive change because of this."
"Change?"
Zod picked up one of the newspapers stacked aside and handed it to Desir.
[The Wizard of the Hebrion Academy who held his sword for the good of humanity ...]
“The atmosphere at the conference was different. Not only the citizens of the Western Kingdom, but also the kings of the nations realized the seriousness of the Outsiders, and the impression of the Hebrion Empire improved dramatically thanks to you.”
Desir smiled.
"I'm very happy".
"If everything goes well, a front can be formed in conjunction with the Western Kingdom and the Hebrion Empire."
"Hope so".
Zod got up.
"That's all I have to say, I will leave now. Don't worry and feel at home."
"Thank you, Master of the Tower of Magic."
As soon as Zod opened the door of the room, the magic of silence disappeared.
The long conversation ended.
Desir lay on a fluffy pillow.
He remembered the conversation he had with Zod so far.
'Improving the relationship between the Western Kingdom and the Hebrion Empire ...'
It was a fortune in the midst of misfortune.
Thought Desir.
"But the 'true' enemy is not the Outsiders."
Despite the appearance of the threat of the Outsiders, the intrinsic enemy did not change.
Shadow Maze.
The worst disaster in the future.
Desir had decided not to talk about the real enemy yet.
It was because he had not found a reason to convince others without explaining his return, and if he said it would only cause more confusion.
"Now is the time to prepare calmly."
'I will gather colleagues to form a force.'
Of course, your own growth should not be forgotten either.
'We can take a step forward that way.'
Desir thought that, as long as everything went well, he could overcome any danger.
* * *
In a secluded town in the Kingdom of Prillesha.
The town was located on the way to the capital.
It was a town where tourists and merchants stopped for the capital.
It was a town with nothing to talk about and not a very large size, but it had something special: black beer.
The taste of black beer was the only pub in this town.
It was his reputation.
It was enough to come from a nearby town to try the beer.
"Hi, Hans, did you hear the news?"
It was hot and humid that night.
The heat of the soil was intense and the air moist.
The villagers gathered in the main store to cool off by drinking cold black beer.
The pub (tavern) was very loud during the day.
It wasn't just because people from all over town were in the pub.
Some news from the capital had upset the villagers.
They gathered in the pub, and each enjoyed the stories they had heard.
"What news?".
Hans, who ran the mill in the neighborhood, said with a smile that he didn't know anything about his friend's question.
Then his friend said pathetically with a beating heart.
"Oh man! Didn't you read the newspaper? What the hell have you been doing?"
"Hey, you know, I've been working lately."
"You didn't tell me you were sick and you were resting from the mill for a few days ... Well, it doesn't matter. Listen to me, the Outsiders entered the capital and ..."
Hans's friend put his hand to his ear as if to listen carefully. As soon as he fell silent, Hans could hear people's voices.
"The Outsiders stormed the capital ..."
"Then the Hebrion students ..."
"Heroes..."
Everyone in the pub was talking about the incident.
It was not a strange thing.
It had been a long time since rumors spread throughout the continent, as it had been a historic event.
Hans listened in silence to his friend's story.
When the story ended, he was overwhelmed with admiration.
"These outsiders will be angry."
The people at the inn saw each other while listening to his voice.
"It's something good".
“How annoying they were! I heard from the Tower of Magic that the amount of damage they had caused so far was astronomical. "
"Have you heard of the technology they took?"
"That was a great loss."
Then he nodded.
"So it was recently that there were few merchants around here."
"It's not a commercial situation when the capital collapses. Also, the train is becoming increasingly popular these days, and merchants will be less likely to visit there."
While listening to all the stories, I drank a cold beer. The taste was perfect.
His face was red with a glass of beer nicely lowered.
The black beer made here was famous for its exceptionally high alcohol concentration.
After a glass of beer, you were often as drunk as if you drank a whole spring.
Hans's gaze, which looked around with a hazy look, remained in one place.
"Who's that boy?".
He pointed to someone in the corner.
In the corner of the pub, there was someone drinking beer.
He wore a hood, but it was so long that Hans couldn't see his face.
I was sitting alone drinking.
No one was going to approach him because of the depressing feelings that surrounded him.
He was an unpleasant man.
Hans's friend lowered his voice.
"... He is a stranger who stayed here for a few days, but nobody saw his face."
The incident in the capital had also reduced the number of visiting merchants.
It didn't matter what the travelers were.
Therefore, it was not something the villagers would not understand, even his reluctance to suspect.
Hans's friend whispered in his ear.
"In fact ... he is suspected of being an Outsider. Maybe he will be contacted tomorrow."
"Ha, an Outsider?"
"Lower your voice!"
The friend pressed Hans's head and looked at the man wearing the hood.
But he was still drinking his beer.
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