The World Does Not Exist for ■■ - Chapter 672
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EP.672 The Way It Ought To Be (8)
Darnay lifted his cloak and nodded.
“It is one of the legacies of warriors donated by the Empire after the Brothers’ War. It is known to be made from the devil’s leather… What’s important to you is not the legend, but the functionality. “This cloak is said to have the magic of self-recovery, cold protection, and arrow-shedding properties that can be restored when mana is infused into it.”
“… Known? “Are you not sure?”
“Yes, because I have never used it since it was donated. “The warrior’s weapons donated by the empire can only be used if there is a warrior’s bloodline or a transfer of lineage.”
“… .”
Soon, everyone’s eyes turned to Dawn. After feeling a little embarrassed, Dawn carefully put down the saintess in her arms, and then received the cloak from Darnay.
[44 units.]
[Ownership transfer by bloodline has been confirmed.]
[Do you want to register a new user?]
As Darnay said, the cloak responded to his lineage. As Dawn secretly replied that she would take ownership, the cloak wriggled and spewed out mana.
Is this the end? While Dawn was looking around with her cloak, the saintess asked in a soft voice.
“Shall we shoot a gun?”
“… what?”
“I heard there is a spell that makes arrows flow. I’ll have to test it to see if bullets work. “If it doesn’t work, it’s just a fur cape, right?”
“… .”
“Plus, they say it can self-repair. “It’s okay if it gets a little torn.”
It was a reasonable offer. Anyway, for a saint.
Instead of pointing out that it was stupid, Dawn took out a shotgun from her inventory. Lamington MH750, which I have used since my days in Incheon.
“Do you really want to shoot?”
The reactions of the group who heard the sound of bullets being loaded into the shotgun were divided into two. The saintess raises her hand and says she will shoot, and the rest of the staff are shocked.
“My brother-in-law has been contaminated by a saint!”
The youngest’s sharp remark pierced Dawn’s heart, but the saint had already received the shotgun. At the moment when Priest Darnay, who had been waiting for a while, stepped back.
Dawn unfolded her cloak, and the saint pulled the trigger. It was a perfect collaboration between her and her husband’s band of robbers.
Teong – !
The moment the steel balls from the fired shotgun touch the cape. The wind blew around the cloak and it fluttered on its own. It wasn’t enough to blow the wind around, but for some reason, the iron balls that were touched by the wind changed direction –
Clink!
It curved toward the living room window. There was a huge hole in her glass, but the saint spoke without even looking at her.
“Ah, it bends like this. “Is it useful?”
“I know.”
Miridis touched her forehead and whether Priest Darnai shook his head or not, Dawn, who had confirmed the power of the cloak, walked up to Seti and held out the cloak.
“Seti, I think this would be perfect for you. how is it?”
“… “You don’t use Dawn?”
“Well, because I have Dzhugashvili.”
Seti looked back and forth between the broken window and the cloak, then nodded. Instead of handing Dawn her cloak, she unfolded it and wrapped it around her shoulders.
For some reason, the cloak fit perfectly, as if it had found its true owner.
“… suited?”
“Yes, enough to fall in love with you again.”
“… .”
Rashik, who was listening to the conversation between the two, was disgusted, and Priest Darnay, who could not keep up with the situation, had a frown on his face.
Well, one way or another, the party who were familiar with the dull Dawn turned their eyes to the treasure again.
The treasures that were explained were all items that came from warriors.
The warrior’s armor that can change its form at will, the warrior’s canteen that purifies any dirty water, the warrior’s flint that can start a fire anywhere, and even the warrior’s pot made of dragon scales.
Why are there no cleaning tools? While Dawn was thinking about useless worries, Osiri raised her hand and asked a question.
“Hey, priest. Why are there so many treasures related to heroes? “I’ve never heard of a saint being a warrior’s storehouse.”
Then Darnai, who was holding the warrior’s pot with difficulty, answered.
“This is because the saints are the only place to manage the legacy of warriors. Originally, these were items that were supposed to go to the imperial palace, the hero’s legitimate son… As you know, the current imperial palace is knowingly or unknowingly rejecting the hero’s legacy.”
“… ah.”
While Siri and the others nodded, Darnay added an explanation.
“It wasn’t our intention, but since the portal to Earth was opened, Saints has become the place with the most information about heroes. Even that Mauragan asked for information from the Saints when creating a new warrior’s weapon… .”
At that time, Dawn interrupted Priest Darnai.
“… Mauragan?”
“It’s the name of the greatest craftsman among the dwarves before Mt. Gubong fell to Stalin. “He wanted to create a new warrior’s weapon to fight Stalin.”
“Yes, I know that much. But Ma Uragan asked about the warrior’s weapon… “Did you have any information about the hero’s weapon in the capital?”
Darnay answered with an expression that asked why he was asking such a question.
“If it was a legend from the mythical era, it remained. A brilliant golden sword… But that’s just a legend. “The only historical information is records that are unconfirmed or too old.”
After speaking up to that point, Darnay raised his multi-purpose dagger and spoke.
“If you are after Mauragan’s weapon, I advise you to give up. “It is a weapon full of contradictions that an ordinary person can never wield.”
“… contradiction?”
“It is a weapon whose handle is made from the horn of the purest unicorn, and the body is made from the horn of the most greedy bicorn. Those who have maintained their chastity can be caught but cannot be wielded, and those who have abandoned their chastity can be wielded but cannot be wielded… “A truly contradictory weapon.”
Darnay clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry.
“The only way to overcome that contradiction and obtain weapons is to take over in the traditional dwarven way… But how can we now carry out a tradition that even the dwarves have forgotten?”
At that time, Dawn interrupted him.
“Three ways to properly take over a dwarven artifact. Either it is recognized by the creator, or it is certified by all users. or… Or be acknowledged by the rightful king of the mountains.”
“… “How do you do that?”
Not only Darnay, but also some of the party members looked at Dawn with surprised expressions. Instead of answering one by one, Dawn held out her hands to Salome and Seti respectively.
“Yes?”
Unlike Salome, who thought of a question mark above her head, Seti understood its meaning right away. After Seti took out a baton made from a bicorn horn and a water dragon’s tear pearl, Salome also hurriedly took out a handle made from a unicorn horn.
Immediately after, Dawn took the pommel, handle, and baton and combined them into one, and Darnay’s eyes widened.
“how… ?”
“I can’t tell you how, but I got permission from the rightful king.”
“There’s no way something like that would be possible…” Aren’t you mistaken? Davalhilin has already died decades ago. “Unless one of the unicorns or bicorns has attained Buddhahood-”
This time, the voices of a bicorn and a unicorn cut him off.
[Ah, the smell of greed that stings my nose. Master, you are truly an impatient person.]
[No longer a virgin, but a master! Last night you regained my trust! Sending away a girl in her pajamas! Is there anything more noble than protecting a girl’s chastity?]
Priest Darnay is perplexed in two senses, and the saint asks, ‘A girl in a nightgown?’ While muttering and glaring at Salome.
Dawn pretended not to have heard anything, calmly put down her weapon and asked.
“Information provided by the saint to Mauragan… “I would like you to give me information about the hero’s weapon.”
The night when the group, who had shared all the treasures, returned to their respective lodgings.
After returning to her room, Dawn quietly closed her eyes and remembered what Priest Darnay had said.
‘The information the saint gave to Mauragan was uncertain and fragmentary. “It was information somewhere between myths, legends, and old records.”
‘Even within those records, Uragan found his own answer. A dragon pearl pommel that amplifies mana. The unicorn’s sacred handle that defends against evil, the bicorn’s greedy body that never breaks, and… The power of a person to overcome everything.’
‘The power of people?’
‘We don’t know what it is either. It’s just that it was written that way on the blueprint he sent me.’
The conversation ended there. It didn’t seem like he was lying, and the ‘blueprint’ was among the treasures that Dawn had taken away.
However, the ‘blueprint’ of Uragan’s weapon was not the answer. Rather, it only left more questions. A question that I can’t even find a clue to.
Dawn took out the blueprint she had received earlier and unfolded it again. Then, he slowly glanced at the blueprint, which was obviously scribbled.
Even if mana was infused or moonlight was shined on it, the picture drawn on the blueprint remained the same.
A dragon that resembles Orsay Tabboul and Ranal, a unicorn with an impressive mane, a large bicorn, and… 1 US dollar.
One dollar depicting George Washington, representing capitalism.
Is human power really capitalism? Or America?
But what does that have to do with the warrior? Dawn couldn’t hide her confusion and continued to stare at the blueprint. But no matter how hard she glared, neither the one dollar picture nor the dwarven letters next to it that read ‘The power of a person to overcome everything’ changed.
Could it be that I misinterpreted it? Maybe the old-fashioned priests misinterpreted the dwarven text, or maybe they saw a completely different meaning due to a mistake in the translation magic.
The possibility of that happening was small, but at least it made more sense than talking about human power for a dollar. There are many dwarves I know, so as soon as I return to Earth, I will give the interpretation to the dwarves…
“… ?”
At that time, Dawn suddenly got nervous. Her little downy hair sprouted, and a chill ran up her spine.
surprise? fear? No, this was a warning. An instinctive warning of something approaching.
Dawn took a deep breath and stood up, turning her head in the direction where she felt the warning. door. The same door that Salome came to last night in her pajamas.
And the moment Dawn pulled out the armament serum, the door opened.
What appeared beyond the door was a man with bronze skin.
A man with straight and thick eyebrows, a long mustache commonly called Kaiser’s beard, and an exotic appearance of mixed Asian and European descent.
Because his appearance was so impressive, Dawn immediately recognized who he was.
“… Jose?”
The Philippine superman who ended the Great ASEAN War. Among the top 10, an Asian star comparable to Alpha One and Damerond.
Jose Aguinaldo.
Why is that person here? The moment a question came to mind in her mind, Jose looked alternately at her face and at the armament serum in her hand.
“I know who you are. The Korean who knocked down Paul at the Olympia… . Are you the face madam prepared by the saint on behalf of the margrave? or not… .”
“… .”
Following the lengthening tail of her horse, dark brown eyes looked up and down Dawn.
“… “Is this a bomb prepared by communists and Korea?”