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Chapter 101 - 189-190

The Amid Empire's northern vassal nation, the iron-nation of Marmuke. As its title suggested, it was a nation with numerous ore mines. In a forest somewhere in this nation, Schneider was frowning, a deep crease appearing between his eyebrows.

"It would be a good present if we could recover it, and it wouldn't do to let it go and have it wander into the hidden village, so I supposed it can't be helped… But what are we doing defending the peace of a nation that we've decided to truly abandon, a nation that's soon to become our enemy?" he wondered out loud.

In front of him, there was a squirming, snarling thing that was being wrapped in a thin, cloth-like sheet of metal.

"Stop moving!" Schneider spat, giving the creature a powerful blow from his knee.

"Schna, I know it's thin, but this is an Orichalcum seal. I think you would have to hit harder if you want it to feel anything," said Lissana, looking exasperated.

"If I hit it harder, the seal would break and the fragment would escape from its host, wouldn't it?"

"If you're smart enough to know that, then don't kick it. It's dangerous."

Dalton was watching this exchange through narrowed eyes. "By the way, why aren't we sealing it normally by killing the host first?" he asked. "It's a pain and even dangerous to seal it while the host is still alive, right? It's not someone we really don't want to kill, either."

Indeed, the ordinary method of sealing a rampaging fragment of the Demon King was to kill the host and seal the fragment that was inside the host's body. It was unheard of to seal a fragment with the host still alive.

The reason it was unheard of was because it was needlessly dangerous to do so. There was no known way of separating the fragment of the host and keeping the host alive, so the host could never be returned to their original state. And if the seal lasted a long period of time, the host would eventually die in the end.

On top of that, the host of this particular fragment of the Demon King was not even a human; it was a Goblin that had apparently been living in the ruin the fragment had been sealed in. Needless to say, Schneider and his companions were not acquainted with it or had any prior relationship whatsoever.

That was why Dalton was questioning this method.

"That Vandalieu that you met, he might be able to remove the fragment without killing the host, right? I thought it would be perfect to test whether he can, using this host that we wouldn't be upset about if he failed," Schneider said, answering Dalton's question. "I'll be carrying it myself, and I'll dispose of it the moment I think it poses any danger, so it's fine, right?"

But even if Schneider went this far, it was unclear as to whether Vandalieu was even interested in being able to extract fragments of the Demon King from their hosts without killing them. However, given what Schneider had heard from Dalton about Vandalieu so far, he thought that Vandalieu would have an interest in it.

"Well then, let us carry this and join up with Zod and the others," said Lissana. "Do you know whereabouts he is now?"

"According to the wind spirits… he's apparently fighting with a group of monsters on the other side of this mountain. He's apparently feeling good ever since he became 'Abyssal' or whatever," said Dalton. "Alright, let's get going and join in!"

"Hey, are you planning to make me run on that mountain trail while carrying this huge thing? Jeez, my knee joints are hurting me," said Schneider.

"… Isn't that because you just used it to kick a Demon King fragment host wrapped in Orichalcum?" Lissana pointed out.

And so, Schneider and his companions secured a fragment of the Demon King, suppressed a monster rampage and continued making progress with their plan of migrating the members of Vida's races on the Amid Empire side of the continent.

As spring came and the start of summer approached, Darcia's training in Vida's Divine Realm was reaching a climax.

Her training in individual Skills such as archery, using a dagger and magic was already complete. She had moved onto mock battles against her instructor – the heroic spirit Veld who had once been a Dhampir – as well as the Pure-breed Vampires and Majin slumbering in Vida's Resting Grounds, including Erpel and Godwin's grandmother and father.

"I lost again…" Darcia murmured, crestfallen.

"Of course you did," said Veld with a stiff expression. "Even considering the fact that your sense of time is faster, we will not be defeated by you after less than a year of training. I am a heroic spirit who was once a mercenary, and the others are all mythical monsters who are all Rank 13 or above."

Indeed, Darcia's opponents in her mock battles were all foes that none other than S-class adventurers would even stand a chance against. Being unable to defeat such opponents was nothing to be upset about.

In fact, I'd like her to be prouder of the fact that she is even able to engage in mock battles against us that simulate real combat, Veld thought.

If Darcia was in the state that she had been while alive and tried to block a single attack from Veld or any of the Pure-breed Vampires with her practice weapon, she would be sent flying away.

The fact that she was able to repeatedly engage in mock battles that simulated real combat was astounding.

Her soul alone is this powerful, so there's no telling what she will be like once that body of hers is complete.

Darcia's body, developing from the 'root of life,' was approaching completion. Once she was resurrected inside it, Veld had the feeling that she would be so powerful that he would not be able to defeat her without bringing out his true strength.

Not that he intended to ever engage in real battle against the parent of a real monstrosity.

"Now that the mock battles are over, the training of the soul is next. There, off you go," said Veld.

"That's right. Come, Darcia," said Vida with a kind beckoning gesture.

"Yes, Vida-sama," said Darcia, stepping in front of Vida.

"Veld, why don't you join as well?" Vida suggested.

"I shall humbly refrain, my goddess," said Veld, skilfully escaping the situation.

This was how it always went.

"By the way, Vida-sama… Is this really training of the soul?" asked Darcia as she and Vida sat down facing each other and holding each other's hands as they always did.

This training of the soul was being in contact with Vida and exchanging meaningless conversation. That was all.

Of course, it was a great honor to directly face and hold the hands of Vida, one of the eleven great gods who had created the world and the mother of all of the new races, including the Dark Elves.

But Darcia felt like this wasn't quite the same as training.

However, according to Vida, Darcia's soul was training itself during this process.

"This is very, very important training," Vida told her. "And it is also the greatest blessing that I can give you. By matching your wavelength with mine like this…" She stopped, sensing a small disturbance in Darcia's alignment. "Well, you'll be overly conscious about things if I give you a complicated explanation, so it's better to just relax. Don't think, just feel."

"A-alright," said Darcia, trusting in Vida's judgment and clearing her senses.

As she did, she felt like she was being enveloped by Vida's warm presence.

"By the way, is Vandalieu doing well?" Darcia asked. "He was talking to me today as well, but it seems that lately it's his spirit form rather than his physical body…"

Vandalieu was unaware that Darcia was training in Vida's Divine Realm, but she could hear the words he spoke to her physical body inside the capsule.

Thus, even though Darcia had become a mere spirit, she knew what Vandalieu was doing… She was surprised to hear that he had become the Demon King, but she was at ease, knowing that he was lively as usual.

However, she had the feeling that Vandalieu's voice hadn't been coming from his physical body as of late. Her son often used Out-of-body Experience to create clones of himself, but she still found it strange.

"Let's see, lately he's… healthy and growing a little too fast," said Vida, revealing that something was indeed happening.

"What?! Vandalieu is growing big like Pauvina-chan?!" Darcia exclaimed.

"He's not growing that much!" said Vida. "It's just that… he's kind of surpassed the limits of his body, I suppose?"

"I see… Then everything's alright," said Darcia, giving a sigh of relief. "I thought that maybe he'd become the huge Vandalieu that everyone saw in their dreams."

"I'm glad you're feeling at ease. He hasn't grown that big physically; he's just a few centimeters taller now," Vida told her reassuringly.

While Darcia and Vida were having their conversation, Vandalieu was lying limp in Eleanora's arms. To either side of her was Bellmond and the 'Saint of Healing' Jeena, the Undead Titan who had been a hero of the former Talosheim. Both of them were looking at Vandalieu with worried expressions on their faces.

"Vandalieu-sama, are you really alright? Isn't it best for you to have some rest?" said Eleanora.

Vandalieu's eyes were half-closed and his breaths were ragged. Eleanora was repeatedly pressing her fingers against his neck to test for a pulse, because if it weren't for that, it really seemed like he was dead.

"No, it's not like I'm sick or injured," said one of the spirit-form Vandalieus that seemed perfectly healthy, unlike his body. "It seems like it's just growing pains."

This was the reason behind Vandalieu's body lying limp. After devouring the evil gods and visiting Shashuja, he had felt pain all over his body.

He had thought that it was just muscular pain at first, but his body had become completely immobile the next day.

"I was pretty surprised," remarked one of the spirit clones. "My body wouldn't move an inch."

"I was in a strange state where my bones and tendons were hurting as well as my muscles, but I was still lively," said another.

"It wasn't poison, illness or a curse, so Disinfect and Sterilization didn't have any effect either," said a third.

"So, as your physical body cannot move, you are now mainly working with your spirit form created through Out-of-body Experience?" Bellmond said with a sigh. "Personally, I would prefer you rest if your body cannot move."

"I agree," said Eleanora. "I don't know how many immigration applicants will come, but I don't think you need to go so far."

In response to the two Vampires' words, the 'Saint of Healing' Jeena gave a small groan and grimaced. She was the one who had examined Vandalieu. "It should be better for His-Majesty-kun to not push himself, since he's experiencing something like extreme muscle pain, but… I have no idea if having his spirit form come out of his body and do work is pushing himself, since nobody can do it other than him."

Vandalieu was currently creating new buildings in Talosheim to accommodate the future immigrants led by Schneider and his party, the Storm of Tyranny.

He was moving the walls that were numerous stories high to expand the city, transporting lumber and stone that would become materials for the buildings and putting the buildings together.

The building construction tasks excluding the movement of the walls were also being performed by craftsmen, not by Vandalieu alone. But he was turning the materials into Golems and moving them, essentially filling the role of heavy lifting machinery, so he was playing a crucial role.

"But it seems like they'll be here before my eleventh birthday. I want to at least have a foundation in place by then," said Vandalieu's spirit clone. "I can't have them stay inside Knochen or put Cuatro in the waterway for them to stay there."

A skeleton from Knochen, who was floating around and transporting lumber nearby, gave a groan as if to say, "I don't mind that."

Now a Rank 11 Bone Palace, Knochen was already larger than Talosheim's castle. If it arranged itself properly and furniture was brought in, it would become a housing complex that could comfortably house a thousand families.

If the Four Dead Sea Captains and the other sailors were to vacate the ghost ship Cuatro, it could also house a significant number of people, though not as many as Knochen.

"You're right. It might be cruel to ask the hopeful immigrants to start living in an Undead as temporary housing all of a sudden. Cuatro might be alright, but Knochen is just made of bones," said Eleanora.

Knochen gave a sad groan.

"I'm not saying that it's your fault! I'm just saying that it might be hard for people who aren't used to you!" Eleanora added hastily.

Talosheim's citizens were already sufficiently accustomed to skeletons to see them without feeling disturbed. But although the hopeful immigrants were members of Vida's races, they were not this accustomed to Undead. It was highly likely that they would be scared even of skulls, which weren't scary as they didn't have any expressions.

… It was possible that some of them might be soldiers and warriors who were used to seeing them, but they would likely be agitated by the sight of skulls for a different reason.

"Danna-sama, the reason you are rushing to expand the city's urban area. Is it because some of the Dark Elves from the village that Darcia-sama was born in will be among the hopeful immigrants that come to see Talosheim?" Bellmond asked.

"That's part of it," said Vandalieu, not making any effort to hide anything. "We need to appeal Talosheim's greatness to them, after all."

Vandalieu could place a charming effect on members of Vida's races with the Dark Demon Creation Path Enticement Skill, but the effect was weaker on members of races that did not originate from monsters.

Thus, Vandalieu was nervous about whether the Dark Elves from his mother's birthplace would like Talosheim or not.

Bellmond and Eleanora thought that he didn't need to be so concerned, however… After all, once the whole Undead factor was looked past, there was no nation with the infrastructure, public order, luxurious food choices and cheap taxes that Talosheim had.

"But I don't intend to put any burden on the craftsmen, so I intend for all of the construction to finish sometime after the first group of visitors arrive," said Vandalieu.

"… It might be good to have them see the construction process, too," said Eleanora. "Maybe they'll feel more familiar with the Undead afterwards."

"I see. That might be good."

In addition to Vandalieu turning the materials into Golems to move them, they were also being transported by the Undead like Knochen. Building construction was the perfect task to show the visitors the working power of Undead that felt no fatigue.

"Fuhahahah! Come, brave warriors! We must transport the stone!" said the voice of Legion's Valkyrie from behind Vandalieu.

The Zombies that Valkyrie referred to as brave warriors followed Valkyrie past Vandalieu, silently carrying stone materials. These were Isis's handmade Zombies made from the weak challengers of the Trial of Zakkart who had been defeated on the shallower floors.

They wouldn't see this and think that the Undead are slaves… or at least, I hope not. Though I suppose they'd be more concerned about other things if they ever saw Valkyrie's true form, Vandalieu thought, his mind wandering.

"… Well then, it seems that you will rest appropriately, so I suppose it is fine," said Bellmond, bringing the conversation back on-topic. "I am still worried that you cannot move your body, however."

"Yes… Jeena, can't you do something about it? You're a saint of healing, not just a saint of muscles, aren't you?" said Eleanora.

"The 'Saint of Healing' Title came first, actually," Jeena said pointedly. "But even the healing of my Life King Magic can only relieve the pain at best. I don't know any spells that can stop a child's growth period, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to use it. His-Majesty-kun's Status Effect Immunity doesn't have any effect against it either, right?"

Bellmond and Eleanora had never heard of anyone's body becoming unable to move because of growing pains, so they were very worried that something bad was happening inside Vandalieu's body.

However, even Jeena who was proficient with healing magic was unable to do anything about it.

"Yes, my Status Effect Immunity Skill isn't having any effect. What's happening to my body now isn't an illness or anything. It's just growing pains of the kind that have never been seen before," said Vandalieu. "Even if you reduce my pain or I use Painkilling to remove it, my muscles won't be restored to their normal state, which is probably why they still can't move."

Vandalieu's body was currently rapidly approaching the development of secondary sexual characteristics. His bones creaked and his muscle fibers were repeatedly being torn and then reconstructed by the effects of his Rapid Regeneration Skill. It was possible that there were changes occurring in his internal organs as well.

Of course, such growing pains extreme enough to immobilize the entire body would normally never happen, not even to a Dhampir.

But Vandalieu was not normal, even compared to other Dhampirs.

He was a young Dhampir boy who had experienced nineteen different Jobs, including his current Magic Cannoneer Job. This was easily more Jobs than an average A-class adventurer.

Vandalieu and all of his companions were unaware of this, but he had experienced far more Jobs than the 'Blue-flamed Sword' Heinz, an S-class adventurer.

Considering that, Vandalieu's Attribute Values were abnormally low with the exception of his Mana. That was because the growth of his Attribute Values had been suppressed by the fact that his body was so young.

Similar phenomena were known to have occurred in the past. There were some nobles and apprentices of capable adventurers who had leveled up by delivering the killing blow to weakened monsters from a young age.

Such children had a markedly slow growth in Attribute Values as their Levels increased compared to adults. And around the time they approached the development of secondary sexual characteristics, they would experience sudden pain as their Attribute Values increased.

Having examined Vandalieu, the 'Saint of Healing' Jeena had reached the conclusion that a phenomenon like this was occurring in Vandalieu.

"Princess Levia and Zandia were leveling up from when they were children as well, though it was just up until their first Job change," said Jeena. "But it seems that His-Majesty-kun has gone through too many Jobs."

There wasn't a single person in history who had experienced nineteen Jobs at Vandalieu's age. Thus, his body's growth that had been suppressed up until now was occurring all at once.

By the time this process was finished, it was likely that Vandalieu's Attribute Values apart from his Mana would multiply several times over.

But this also meant that there was certainly no healing that would be effective in treating his current condition. After all, he was simply developing at an extremely rapid rate.

"I could use healing magic to repair the broken muscle fibers, but they're being torn and regenerated faster than His-Majesty-kun's own Rapid Regeneration Skill can keep up with, so I don't think there's any point. My Mana would run out before his growth pains stopped," said Jeena.

"It seems that the Status Effect Immunity Skill doesn't have any effect in this situation, either," added Vandalieu. "It's just normal growth, after all."

The Status Effect Immunity Skill, which had awakened from Status Effect Resistance after Vandalieu devoured the souls of the sealed evil gods, had the powerful effect of negating any abnormal statuses.

This Skill nullified any diseases and poisons, and even curses would have almost no effect on Vandalieu. He would also be unaffected by any attempts to disturb his mind from the outside.

However, it would not nullify things that were not abnormal statuses.

Vandalieu could become able to resist pain, fatigue and sleepiness, but he would still feel these things. In fact, being unable to feel these things would be an abnormal status in and of itself.

It seemed that Status Effect Immunity took effect on externally-caused statuses, but had imperfect or no effect at all on statuses originating from Vandalieu's own body.

"Incidentally, it seems that it has no effect on the curses that Rodcorte placed on me," said Vandalieu.

"So, it seems that it cannot affect curses placed upon you directly by a god," murmured Bellmond.

"No, I think it's because I was cursed before I was born, so my cursed status is being recognized as a normal status."

Incidentally, even though Vandalieu was able to break the divine authority of Alda, the god of law and fate, he was unable to remove the curses that Rodcorte had placed upon him. The curses had been placed directly upon his soul rather than his body, so he couldn't touch them.

Since breaking his own soul in order to remove the curses wasn't an option, there was nothing he could do about them. And even if he were to learn a precise technique to destroy only a very tiny part of the soul one day, it was unlikely that he would attempt it.

It wouldn't be worth risking becoming completely disabled in order to remove curses that were full of flaws anyway.

"But is doing this amount of work in such a state not placing a burden on you? If possible, I think you should leave the less important tasks for later," said Bellmond.

"Yes, like the personal equipment for Bellmond and myself for instance," said Eleanora.

"No, the only thing that needs to be done for your transformation staves now is deciding on their designs, so they won't take much time once you have a fitting session with me," said Vandalieu.

"Please leave it for later," Bellmond said firmly.

"Yes, you should do that," Eleanora agreed.

The two of them insisted on delaying the completion of the liquid-metal transformation staves, which were currently very popular among Talosheim's younger citizens. Though Vandalieu was confident in their function and wanted to hear their serious opinions on the designs, he decided to give up on pushing this matter for now.

"You've finished Zandia and Pauvina-chan's, haven't you? What about mine?" asked Jeena.

"I'm making adjustments, so please wait a little longer," said Vandalieu.

Each transformation staff was order-made, and took time to make, though the prototype metal-suit-type ones hadn't taken too long.

"Well, for now, I can't do anything but wait and make sure I get plenty of nutrients until my growth periods are over," said Vandalieu.

"So, there is nothing to be done. Well then, Danna-sama, how about some of my blood?" Bellmond suggested.

"Bellmond! You just offered your blood to Vandalieu-sama a little while ago, didn't you? It's my turn now!" Eleanora exclaimed, glaring at Bellmond with sparks in her eyes.

"You have the role of holding Danna-sama in your arms, do you not, Eleanora?" Bellmond pointed out, sparks appearing in her own eyes.

"Hmm, I don't suppose a Zombie's blood would be of any use…" Jeena murmured, unable to join in on this conversation and looking lonely.

Vandalieu was currently in a state where even the smallest movements caused him pain, so the only way he could obtain nutrients was a liquid diet… In other words, blood.

As Eleanora and Bellmond glared at each other, Isla, the Vampire Zombie and 'Eclipse Emperor's Hound' who led the Dark Night Knights' Order, appeared with a large wagon.

"Vandalieu-sama, I have brought you your meal," she said, giving Eleanora and Bellmond a proud smile.

There was a large quantity of meat on the wagon that she had brought. It had been cut from large monsters and roasted or boiled, and it gave off a delicious, hunger-stimulating smell.

"Wait a moment, all of those pieces of meat are larger than Vandalieu-sama's head, aren't they?" said Eleanora, looking exasperated.

"You could have cut them smaller," said Bellmond. "Would it not be best to shred the meat now, at least?"

"Silence, all of these have been requested by Vandalieu-sama. Come, dig in, Vandalieu-sama!" said Isla, offering the meat dishes to Vandalieu.

But it was clear that Vandalieu would not have the jaw strength to chew such thick cuts of meat in his current state.

However, Vandalieu did not seem to mind.

"Thank you, Isla. Itadakimasu," said a spirit-form Vandalieu.

Several black blood vessels sprouted like vines from Vandalieu's physical body in Eleanora's arms, and the twisted bundle of blood vessels split into two at the end to each support one half of a pair of fanged jaws.

This part of Vandalieu's body that had become an enormous, red-black snake then began feasting on the large chunks of meat.

"Danna-sama, could it be that you can activate the Demon King's fragments without any problems?" asked Bellmond.

"Yes. The Demon King's fragments don't grow during my growth period, after all," replied Vandalieu.

"If that is the case, then it might be less inconvenient than I thought. Vandalieu-sama can just use the Demon King's jointed legs when he wants to move his body," said Eleanora, but she made no sign of intending to let go of Vandalieu.

"Well, it costs Mana to use both the Demon King's fragments and Out-of-body Control, so it's best for my body to be able to move," said Vandalieu.

"Please eat to your heart's content, Vandalieu-sama," Isla said with a smile. "Incidentally, are you able to taste your food while dining in this manner?"

"Yes, because I have the Demon King's tongue."

The jaws consuming the meat that Isla was feeding them included the Demon King's tongue, so even while eating at this pace, Vandalieu could properly taste his food.

But even so, they seemed to be abnormally ravenous, and they consumed all of the meat dishes that clearly had more total volume than Vandalieu's entire body.

"Well then, I shall go and hunt another serving for you!" Isla said cheerfully.

But then Vigaro appeared, pushing another wagon carrying large chunks of meat.

"That won't be necessary! I've gone and hunted some meat for you, Vandalieu!" he said.

"Vigaro… You have shown up unnecessarily with the perfect timing," Isla muttered in displeasure.

She wanted Vandalieu's hunger to be satisfied, but by the food that she offered.

Ignoring Isla, Vigaro offered Vandalieu the masses of meat, which had only just been butchered and bled.

"Itadakimasu," Vandalieu said, and the Demon King's jaws grinding and breaking the bones as it began eating it at the same pace as before.

"It seems that this kind of thing will continue for some time. As even my blood had no effect on Danna-sama's growing pains, meat and bones might be the better option. Well then, Danna-sama, I shall go to acquire more food as well," said Bellmond as she turned to leave, deciding that Vandalieu would not be satisfied even after finishing the large amount of meat that Vigaro had brought.

"How about you go with her? You'll lose your touch, little girl," said Isla, taunting Eleanora. "I shall take care of Vandalieu-sama while you are gone."

"Your intentions are obvious, but very well. Feeding Vandalieu-sama is an attractive prospect as well, after all," said Eleanora, handing Vandalieu's body over to Isla.

"Then maybe I should go as well. Borkus is doing family service, and Zandia is doing something with Zadiris and that new girl Kanako," said Jeena.

Of course, nobody asked what Vandalieu wanted.

But he voiced his opinion anyway.

"I'll go as well. It's difficult for my spirit form to spend long periods of time separated from my body, so I'll make a suitable vessel," he said, having no complaints.

As Isla held Vandalieu's body with an expression of bliss on her face, more fragments of the Demon King were activated inside it. A strange creature was formed from a tortoise's shell about the size of a large platter, thin, jointed legs protruding from the leg-holes and an enormous eyeball in the hole where the tortoise's head would normally be.

One of Vandalieu's spirit-form clones possessed this creature.

"Now, this insect-tortoise has become an extension of me as well. Please take me with you," said Vandalieu.

"Is this something like a familiar?" asked Bellmond.

"Something like that. This will be training for my Long-distance Control Skill, and it will also let me test if I gain Experience Points with just my familiar nearby when Bellmond and Eleanora defeat monsters."

The familiar, aptly named the 'insect-tortoise,' made a creaking noise with its exoskeleton. And so, through the use of this new familiar, Vandalieu gained even more Experience Points and developed even more during his growing pains.

"The Level of the Group Thought Processing Skill has increased!"

"Long-distance Control Skill has awakened into the Group Manipulation Skill, and High-speed Thought Processing has awakened into the Super High-speed Thought Processing Skill!"

Meanwhile, in an inn in a certain city of the Orbaume Kingdom, Murakami was standing in the room where his companions were supposed to have been sleeping.

"Gotouta ran, that bastard," he muttered angrily under his breath.

The 'Super Sense' Gotouta Kaoru… Kaoru Gotouta, was in her bed. She was breathing audibly in her sleep despite the fact that Murakami, the 'Sylphid' Misa and the 'Odin' Akira were present.

But as Murakami kicked the bed lightly, she evaporated like mist. The Gotouta here had been an illusion produced by a sophisticated spell combining light-attribute magic and wind-attribute magic.

A short message written on crude paper appeared in the illusion's place.

"Please don't look for me."

"That traitor," spat Akira. "Sen… Murakami-san, what are we going to do? Should we chase her?"

"Let her go. It might be a problem if she joined Vandalieu's side, but I don't think she'll do that," Murakami replied, crushing Gotouta's note in his hands.

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The 'Super Sense' Kaoru Gotouta leaving a note behind and vanishing was a shock to the 'Sylphid' Misa Anderson and 'Odin' Akira Hazamada.

But although it was a painful truth to face for the 'Chronos' Junpei Murakami, it wasn't a surprise.

"After all, it actually seems possible for us to live decent lives in this backwards world," he muttered.

Through steady training while holding back the magic they had learned in their previous lives and doing their best not to use their cheat-like abilities, Murakami and his companions had all successfully become C-class adventurers.

As their reincarnated bodies were in their mid-teenage years, they did draw some attention for being such young C-class adventurers, but not to the point of suspicion. However, because they had kept changing locations from town to town, they had not drawn too much attention to themselves… though this was also because they had been specifically careful to not draw attention to themselves by showing off their real abilities.

Even in this city, the only ones who knew that they were C-class adventurers were Guild employees and a few of the adventurers.

Though they had to be careful, they had become C-class adventurers because even if it became known that they were skilled with magic or possessed Unique Skills (cheat-like abilities), nobody would be suspicious if they were C-class.

C-class adventurers were those who had taken a step towards being B-class adventurers, who were like superhumans from the perspective of adventurers that were D-class and below. Thus, people who became aware of Murakami and his companions' skills would assume that this was how they had become C-class adventurers at such a young age.

Also, as C-class adventurers, they had access to higher-quality information than those of D-class and below. Making connections at information brokers in cities would be easier.

And most importantly, they would earn enough to buy the equipment that they wanted.

The staves in this world were inferior in technology to those in Origin. It was unrealistic to expect functional and lightweight magical media like the military staves of Origin, which were built into gloves or wristwatches.

But in this world, there were monster materials and magical metals that did not exist in Origin. Thus, there was equipment and Magic Items that were impressive even in the eyes of Murakami and his companions.

However, purchasing these would require enough money to live a comfortable lifestyle in this world.

"I'm sure she felt content with continuing life like this, thinking that it isn't worth it to cross a dangerous bridge to try to be reincarnated back on Earth," said Murakami.

With a C-class adventurer's income, they could live lives that were plenty comfortable even from their point of view. Murakami knew that Kaoru had chosen living a decent life in this world over Rodcorte's reward.

And unlike when they had infiltrated the Eighth Guidance, Murakami and his companions were nothing more than average adventurers in terms of societal position. Their location was geographically open, so the fact that she could easily escape if she wanted to was likely one of the reasons she had done so.

Akira clicked his tongue in frustration. "Does she intend to spend her whole life in this world risking her life fighting monsters while quivering in fear of us and Vandalieu? Is she stupid?"

"Maybe she let her emotions get the better of her. Maybe she found a man. Not that it changes the fact that she betrayed us," said Misa.

"Murakami-san, are you sure we shouldn't chase after her? It'd be bad if she got captured and then blabbed about us to Vandalieu to try and convince him to spare her," said Akira.

But Murakami had no intention of chasing Kaoru.

"There's no point in chasing her. Kaoru made preparations in advance and chose this timing to make her escape. With that being the case, she's probably not in this city anymore, so it would take time to catch up to her," he said. "And what would we do after capturing her?"

"What would we do, well… We wouldn't be able to kill her so easily," Akira muttered.

"Of course not," said Murakami. "From an outsider's perspective, Kaoru simply left her adventurer party. It's not something to be praised, but if we killed her over it, we'd become the fugitives… Even if we wanted to kill her without it being noticed, it would be a pain to make all the preparations and then actually fight her."

On top of that, Kaoru's cheat-like ability was Super Sense. It could be simply described as sharpened senses, but her senses were sharpened to the point that it was as if she had extra-sensory perception. It would be impossible to approach her without being detected by her ears and nose… Ghost of the Eighth Guidance had done so with his unique invisibility, but Murakami and his companions didn't have that.

Even if they chased her and found her with the intention of silencing her, it was highly likely that they would be detected first. A very meticulous plan would be needed.

"And think about it. She should be trying to escape from Vandalieu as well. He won't find her that easily," Murakami added.

"Now that you mention it… I'm sure Rodcorte would warn us if she was intending to change sides like Kanako and the others, so maybe we don't need to worry about her," said Misa.

Murakami felt a twinge of irritation at hearing Misa mention Rodcorte's name. After all, Rodcorte should have known that Kaoru intended to escape from his group.

Despite that, no warning had come, which meant that he had either not paid enough attention to Kaoru and let her intentions slip past him, or assumed that her absence would not have any negative consequences on what Murakami's group was trying to achieve.

Maybe he thought that warning us wouldn't change anything. Once she decided to escape there'd be no convincing her, so maybe he thought it would be better for her to disappear without a fuss before any trouble occurred, Murakami thought.

Murakami didn't have the power to alter people's memories and bend their wills. The chance of persuading Kaoru through words alone was slim, so perhaps Rodcorte had thought that this was better than creating conflict that could result in bloodshed and deaths, which would need them to start over.

It's times like these when I wish I had Kanako's ability, but… there's no point in wishing for things I don't have, Murakami thought, turning his thoughts away from pointless ifs and back to reality.

"It's unfortunate that Kaoru's not here anymore, but our plan to kill Vandalieu hasn't changed," he declared to his two remaining companions. "We'll have to think about how to fill the gap that she's left, but things will work out as long as you guys stay. I'll be counting on you."

"Yeah, leave it to us. I'll prove to you that I'm different from how I was in my previous life," said Akira.

"We'll make up for our mistakes on Origin in this life," said Misa.

Murakami nodded, knowing that he would have big problems if any more of his allies left. "We'll kill that bastard Vandalieu, cut ties with this screwed-up world and redo our lives in another one. We'll be the ones laughing at Kaoru and the others."

Though Rodcorte had not said anything yet, Murakami had a feeling that the world of Lambda was becoming more and more dangerous.

The recent rumors he had heard at the Adventurers' Guild… The Demon King's fragments rampaging out of control, the appearance of high-Rank monsters that had never existed before. At the same time, adventurers and knights had been chosen by gods, receiving divine protections and Artifacts that had been safeguarded by churches.

Among the rumors were cases where adventurers and soldiers had directly been descended upon by the spirit clones of gods and granted divine protections and Artifacts during the middle of Demon King fragment or monster rampages.

No matter how one thought of it, this couldn't be normal. Unlike most of the people in this world, Murakami didn't trust the gods much and had a twisted mind. He could only imagine that the gods had caused these incidents themselves and had them resolved by individuals they had selected beforehand to raise them as heroes.

As for why the gods would do such a thing… it was probably because they needed heroes in large numbers.

And if they need to go so far to prepare heroes, then that means that this world is in danger.

There was no world more dangerous than one where heroes were needed.

One of the factors causing the world to become more dangerous was undoubtedly Vandalieu, but… Murakami couldn't imagine that everything would be resolved just by killing Vandalieu.

It would be best to leave this troublesome, difficult-to-live-in world as soon as possible.

Under a night sky lit by a bright moon and stars, Schneider and his companions had reached the meeting point with the hopeful Talosheim immigrants, after having led them through the nation of Marmuke.

"We've got more people with us than the last time we made contact. Do you think it'll be alright?" Schneider murmured.

"… Who knows," Dalton muttered back. "Apparently he told the messenger, 'Please bring however many you have, whether it's a thousand or two thousand.'"

"How can you just accept a thousand people all at once…?" the Dwarf woman Merdin whispered from behind them.

In this world, a thousand people would be the population of a small city; it would not be simple to accept such a number of people.

Of course, Schneider and his companions had intended to limit the number of hopeful immigrants to a hundred or so. And more than half of those one hundred immigrants were supposed to simply observe Talosheim and report its conditions back to their hidden villages.

But as Schneider and his companions went around the hidden villages, there were many that were in more desperate situations than they had first thought. Many of the inhabitants insisted that they would be content with living in deserts or wastelands as long as adventurers would not disturb them.

There were even Ghouls that learned for the first time from Schneider and his companions that they were members of a race created by Vida.

Having transported all of these people by using Teleportation, the numbers had grown to this point.

"Well, it can't be helped. The other hidden villages didn't have that much spare food or space either, so we couldn't have them take the rest in," said Lissana.

"And each of the races created by Vida have different biological functions. Even if it were temporary, forcing them to live in the same community as other races that they are not accustomed to would certainly cause trouble," added Zod. "If there is not enough food in Talosheim, then there is the option of offering food from Item Boxes. Of course, since we are having my lady and child protected, we would not want to burden Talosheim any more than we already are, but… it cannot be helped."

"Come to think of it, are Rachel and Sieg inside the carriage?" asked Schneider.

"Yes, we are letting them rest, of course. They are very important, after all," said Zod.

Rachel was the woman at the center of Emperor Marshukzarl's secret plan; he had impregnated her, had her memories altered and then sent to the Storm of Tyranny. Sieg was the baby who had been born as a result, bearing Marshukzarl's blood.

As for why Zod referred to them as his 'lady and child'… they really were. Those who knew that he was a Pure-breed Vampire were surprised by this, however. The Dark Elf elder and the elders of the other races created by Vida had opened their eyes wide in shock, having thought that Vampires typically did not feel a desire to create families.

Zod was said to have been surprised in turn, saying, "Is that how Vampires are?"

He had been sealed away during the battle between Vida and Alda a hundred thousand years ago, and had only been unsealed by Schneider and his companions a few years ago. Thus, to him, it felt like it had only been a little over a hundred years since he was transformed from a human to a Vampire. As Vampires were immortal, this was not a particularly long period of time. Thus, it seemed that Zod was not aware of the detailed changes to his biology such as a decrease in sexual desire.

On top of that, after the world was laid to waste by the Demon King Guduranis a hundred thousand years ago, he had been busy with restoring the world and creating nations for the new races. Now, after joining the Storm of Tyranny, he had been focused on how much the times had changed since he was last conscious. Thus, he'd had no time to think about such things.

There was no particularly special reason that Zod had become married to Rachel. He had simply happened to have many opportunities to talk to Rachel, and their personalities had been compatible. They had become married as a result of that mutual attraction. Once married, it was only natural for the wife to desire her husband, and it was only reasonable that the husband responded to those desires.

Through these events, Zod had become Sieg's stepfather and given Rachel a second child who was now growing in her womb.

Considering all these events, one could suspect this was all a part of the emperor's conspiracy – perhaps, after Rachel's memories were erased by Marshukzarl's subordinates, she had been brainwashed with a command to get close to the members of the Storm of Tyranny.

But Zod was not bothered by this idea. If thinking that way was overthinking, then there was no point in thinking it. And even if it were true, it would be foolish to deny his feelings of love over the conspiracy of an emperor who would lose his throne in less than ten years.

"I will repeat this once more – my wife is very important. We must still keep that incident a secret," said Zod.

The truth was still being concealed from Rachel and the young Sieg.

"I know. I can imagine that any child of yours could probably survive a Dragon stepping on it, but that doesn't apply for Rachel. But I've already told Vandalieu everything," said Schneider.

Indeed, the truth about Rachel and Sieg could not be kept from Vandalieu, the ruler of the nation that they were about to immigrate to.

If they did, it could spark a war in the future. If it was a royal or noble figure in an ordinary nation, then Schneider wouldn't feel the need to reveal everything, but Vandalieu was the Holy Son of Vida, the goddess that he worshiped… someone who had interacted with the goddess directly.

Schneider had decided that it was best to reveal everything honestly and gain Vandalieu's trust rather than keep things a secret.

"Of course, I am prepared… though I think that there will not be any problems. He is the Holy Son of our goddess, after all," said Zod.

"Yeah. I don't know if he's broad-minded or just indifferent, but I don't think he'll care about Sieg's bloodline," said Dalton reassuringly, being the only one who had actually met Vandalieu in person.

But that wasn't just his own impression; there was a reason behind his words. Although Vandalieu had taken revenge on Thomas Palpapek, the marshal of the Mirg shield-nation, he had not laid a hand on his wives, children, subordinates or servants. In fact, Vandalieu had not even killed the knights who had been protecting Thomas; he had simply forced them to lose consciousness and erased their memories.

It did appear to be open-mindedness that stemmed from indifference rather than kindness, but a glimpse of his tolerant mindset could be seen.

Of course, there was a large difference in the position and value of the wives and children of an earl of a vassal nation and the emperor's son. But even taking that into account, Dalton was optimistic.

"And if that's no good, then it can be resolved by Zod's enticement," Dalton added.

He knew that Vandalieu had a strong obsession with muscles. Zod was an incarnation of muscle itself; if he were to make requests while pumping his muscles up, Vandalieu would likely be happy to let some things slide.

… The truth was that Vandalieu worshiped Zod and referred to him as 'Zorcodrio-sama,' but Dalton and his companions didn't know that yet.

"To think that the time would come when these muscles can be used in negotiations but not by intimidation… Dalton-dono, Schneider-dono, I shall be counting on your support if I need it," said Zod.

"Yeah, leave it to us!" said Dalton.

"… It kind of makes me lose confidence, even though we're not trying to seduce him or anything," Lissana muttered, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know how I feel about it, either," said Merdin.

Lissana and Merdin were of two different types, but both were beautiful women with more than enough charm to beguile men. However, they could not be described as the appropriate type to seduce Vandalieu.

"I'll pass. Thanks to my age, I've become as thin as I was in my twenties and thirties, and nobody wants to see the muscles of a weakened man in his fifties anyway," said Schneider.

It wasn't that he was being unnecessarily considerate towards Lissana and Merdin; this was what he truly thought.

"Wait, it's not like that," he added hastily, seeing his companions giving him exasperated looks. "I'm telling you, I started wearing smaller clothes in my forties!"

"That's because you tightened your muscles, not because they deteriorated!" Lissana retorted immediately. "You just got rid of the excess muscle mass to get a more functional body! It's fine to be interested in your body's health, but stop pretending that you're old! Come on, everyone, give me some support here!"

"Indeed. But Lissana-dono, it seems that the other party has arrived," said Zod, pointing at a spot where a black, disc-shaped object appeared.

"Eh? This is…"

Lissana and her companions immediately recognized this as a hole that had been opened in space.

Someone was about to cross space and appear there.

"… It is my first time meeting you, 'Thunderclap' Schneider, and peerless spiritual mage Dalton. And it is an honor to meet you again after a hundred thousand years, Pure-breed Vampire Zorcodrio-sama," said a pleasant-sounding but flat-toned voice.

In the next moment, an Elf girl emerged from the hole.

Her flat figure was the complete opposite of Lissana's sensual figure. She had blonde hair, white skin and appeared frail; she resembled a helpless doll.

Schneider and his companions sensed that this girl was no ordinary being.

"You're an evil god?" said Schneider. "The fact that you've met Zod before means that you're one of the ones who converted to Vida's side, like Lissana."

"No, wait a moment, Schneider-dono," said Zod. "Though it may be an evil god who joined Vida's forces, there were none who used the -sama honorific with my name. Who are you?"

"Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Gufadgarn, the evil god of labyrinths. I have been instructed by my lord Vandalieu to meet with you on this occasion," said the Elf girl.

Zod and Lissana froze for a moment.

"What?! You are Gufadgarn, the one who stood behind Zakkart-dono?!" Zod exclaimed in shock. "It is difficult to believe, but this Mana is unmistakably…!"

"EEEEEEEH?! Why have you taken that form, and why are you using -sama with Zod's name?! You almost never spoke with anyone but Zakkart!" said Lissana.

Their words revealed how Gufadgarn was thought of a hundred thousand years ago. Neither of them had been particularly close to Gufadgarn back then, but… even so, they vividly remembered her devotion to Zakkart, which had been to the point of peculiarity.

"Because I must show respect for the one who is revered by the great Vandalieu Zakkart," said Gufadgarn. "So, this one's – I mean, you must be Jurizanapipe. Sorry for not realizing it right away."

Gufadgarn had never actually talked to Zod and Lissana before, so she only remembered their names and faces. Thus, she didn't actually feel much emotion at meeting them again.

"Revered, you say… He really loves muscles that much? Wait, you said 'Zakkart.' Has he truly become the successor?" asked Lissana.

"Hmm… I am starting to feel a little pressure," said Zod. "But what is the reason that you have taken that form?"

If there was time, Gufadgarn would have liked to answer their questions and gloat in explaining that this vessel satisfied Zakkart's desires, but it seemed that she had decided against keeping the thousand hopeful immigrants waiting any longer in the middle of the night.

"Explanations can wait until after we send the immigrants off. Now then, if you could please line up and enter this Teleportation Gate to Talosheim in turn," she said.

What awaited them beyond the black hole in space, the Teleportation Gate, was the plaza of the new urban area that Vandalieu had hurriedly built for the hopeful immigrants.

Overall, it was still incomplete, but over half of the buildings were already livable, with the minimum amount of required furniture installed.

"Hopeful immigrants, we will now give an explanation! Those with less than perfect health, please come forward!" said a serious-looking Succubus in a loud voice – it was Iris.

"There are more Ghouls than I thought. Everyone, I know that you are curious about the city, but you must wait in this plaza for now!" said a young-looking Ghoul woman with a strange staff and a third eye on her forehead – Zadiris.

There were several other members of Vida's races giving directions as well.

"I see… This is amazing. It seems that he wasn't joking when he told us to bring a thousand or two thousand," said Schneider, just as surprised and impressed by the city's buildings as the hopeful immigrants.

Every building was well-built; they were the kinds of buildings that real estate agents would trade at high prices in human society. They weren't like mansions that nobles would live in, but they appeared to be of a good quality and size that the average middle-class human would live in.

"We can't see the whole city from here, but it looks like there wouldn't be any problems in bringing ten thousand people here, never mind one thousand," said Schneider.

These buildings had been constructed after Schneider had sent a messenger with word that there were hopeful immigrants; the speed at which they had been constructed was truly impressive. Many of the houses looked similar to each other so there was not much individuality, but that was because a single person had been directing the construction.

"… By the way, Gufadgarn, why are you not saying anything? What about our explanation?" said Lissana.

Indeed, Gufadgarn had stood like a silent decoration after the Teleportation Gate had closed.

"I was listening to your words of praise for my lord and enjoying a sense of satisfaction, Jurizanapipe," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I-I see. You have changed in a lot of ways… or have you? Or were you always this kind of person?" Lissana wondered.

"The explanation will be given by my lord. I recommend that you listen respectfully," said Gufadgarn, her expressionless eyes ignited by an enraptured light.

Vandalieu was there, in the direction that she was looking, floating into a chair with what seemed to be Telekinesis.

"Now then, His Majesty Vandalieu Zakkart, Emperor of Talosheim, will begin an information session!" said Iris, introducing him.

Vandalieu sat limply in his chair. He was a white-haired boy with wax-like skin, about ten years of age. His crimson and bluish-purple eyes were completely lifeless, like those of dead fish.

Ordinarily, such a boy would not have any majestic presence or charisma.

But the members of Vida's races who hoped to immigrate to Talosheim saw something else in him.

"Ooh…!"

"So, this is the Holy Son of Vida… the Eclipse Emperor!"

They felt a powerful presence coming from him, as if some powerful being had descended upon the world right in front of them. But they were not being overwhelmed; it was as if they were being gently enveloped… like a sense of security from being submersed in pleasantly warm water.

It seemed that the extent to which this effect was felt differed from individual to individual – the Beast-people, Dark Elves and Drakonids seemed to merely experience an uplifted feeling, but the races originating from monsters, like the Kijin and Lamia, were gazing at him passionately with flushed cheeks.

The Ghouls' reactions were particularly noticeable.

"Wow!"

"I heard stories, but… this is the Ghoul Emperor!"

They were on their knees, howling with emotional tears flowing from their eyes and clutching their pounding chests.

And even Zod, who became an Abyssal Pure-breed Vampire after drinking Blood Potion, had a similar reaction.

"Wh-what in the world is this…!" he exclaimed.

His muscles pumped up unconsciously in excitement, and he turned to gaze at Vandalieu with a mixture of bewilderment and affection.

"Oi, Zod, what's the matter?!" Dalton asked in surprise at his normally composed companion appearing to be in a combat-ready state.

But it seemed that his voice didn't reach Zod at all.

"I have had three parents up until now. My parents that gave birth to me as a human, and the True-Ancestor-sama who allowed me to become a Pure-breed Vampire," said Zod. "However, I feel the same connection with that person… I feel his blood flowing through me. I knew that there would be some effect because I have heard of his Titles, but to think that it would be to this extent…"

Zod had been sealed away for a hundred thousand years, but he had still spent over a hundred years living in freedom. More importantly, although he was not a pure god as he possessed a physical body, he was a demi-god comparable to Elder Dragons and true Colossi.

There was no way that he could have predicted that he would be seeing a boy who had been born only a decade ago as his parent.

"Is it really to that extent? I just kind of get a bit of a feeling that he's pretty amazing," said Merdin, the least-affected out of the Storm of Tyranny members.

Zod was too overcome with emotion to answer, so Lissana answered instead.

"Yes, he's quite the figure. It's not just the effects of his Titles and his Guidance; it's his Mana… and his soul. Honestly, I'm mesmerized," she said.

Lissana was a reincarnated evil god; she could sense Vandalieu's Mana and the shape of his soul.

The bottomless black Mana, and a soul that looked grotesque even to her. And yet, Vandalieu was very calm.

Lissana had heard that Vandalieu had absorbed several fragments of the Demon King, but the impression she got from him was far different from the Demon King Guduranis. She would bow her head to Guduranis out of a fear of his power, but Vandalieu… had a comforting air about him.

"If I never met Schna, I would have become his, I think," Lissana concluded.

"Really?!" Merdin exclaimed in surprise.

"Indeed. This is a part of Vandalieu's greatness," said Gufadgarn, who was also mesmerized and listening to Vandalieu's explanation.

"I can't see the shape of his soul, but this is all a part of the 'Guidance,' I guess. Guiders are pretty amazing," said Schneider, having been impressed even before Lissana's explanation.

Schneider was an S-class adventurer whose name was known not only in the lands ruled by the Amid Empire, but the entirety of the Bahn Gaia continent; he possessed the Titles of 'Thunderclap' and 'Person Launcher.' And yet, he had not gained a single Guider-type Job.

It wasn't that he had deliberately avoided gaining a Guider Job. They had never appeared on his list of available Jobs, so he had been unable to become a Guider.

He had achieved great things, both as the S-class adventurer he showed himself to be to the public and as the Vida believer he was in secret. He had slain an uncountable number of monsters and saved a countless number of people.

Even so, he had been unable to become a Guider.

In his spare time, he had investigated Guider-type Jobs.

He already possessed an overwhelming amount of power, so it wasn't that he had aimed to become a Guider, but he had become slightly interested in this Job type that he had been unable to acquire. Fortunately, it had been simple to acquire clues regarding these Jobs, as Lissana and Zod had been acquainted with Zakkart and the other champions.

The answer that Schneider had come to as a result was that Guiders were, quite literally, those who guided others.

It was a Job that could be acquired by those who stood at the forefront with an objective, preached their ideas and managed those who followed them.

Based on this, he could understand why all seven of the champions had been Guiders. As champions who had come from another world, they had stood at the forefront with the objective of restoring peace, and their ideas were very novel to the people of this world. And the champions who had survived the war against the Demon King – Bellwood, Nineroad and Farmaun – had established their own nations and organizations afterwards.

The other Guiders whose tales were told in legends were much the same. They were different from Schneider.

He had fought on the front-lines with the objective of protecting Vida's races, but his public image was a false one, and he had never preached anything. He had never managed others, either.

It was in his nature to be an adventure-loving person who worked both on the surface and behind the scenes.

"If I had led Vida's believers and the members of her races in a revolutionary war against the empire, then maybe I could have become a Guider," said Schneider.

"Wow, that doesn't suit you," Lissana muttered immediately. "Did you really intend to do something like that?"

Schneider gave a bitter smile. "Well, if I never met you and Zod, and if Vandalieu couldn't do that himself, then that would have been my final goal. There's a limit to how much I can protect Vida's races behind the scenes, and who knows what'd happen after I grow old and die. With that being the case, I'd have to do as much work as I can before leaving this world as an old soldier."

A giant rebellion against the Amid Empire sounded interesting, but it was something that Schneider would have liked to avoid if possible. No matter how things unfolded, it would cause far too much bloodshed.

Before he was cornered and forced to make that decision, Schneider had met the immortal evil god Lissana and Vampire Zod, and it was fortunate that Vandalieu had appeared, someone who could build a nation for Vida's races far better than he could.

"… No, you're unaging as well, aren't you? It's in your Status as a Unique Skill, right?" said Lissana.

"No, that 'Unaging' probably just means that I look young. I mean, I've got white hair and all, you know," said Schneider.

"Lissana, just give it up. I'm sure this is just a part of who Schneider is," said Merdin.

"No, Merdin! If we give up, it's over!"

I'm blessed with good women in my life, Schneider thought as he waited for Vandalieu's information session to finish.

"I'll be in your care like an old person too, young one," he murmured.

I'll never forget this debt, and I won't spare any effort to help. I'll risk my life to fight the Amid Empire and the Church of Alda… even Alda himself. But I'm not suited to politics. I feel bad for leaving the troublesome parts to you, but my back's been hurting lately so I'll count on you, he thought.

"The Levels of the Superhuman Strength, Dark Demon Creator Path Enticement, Guidance: Dark Demon Creator Path, Strengthen Subordinates, Enhanced Body Part (Hair, Claws, Tongue, Fangs), Bloodwork, Golem Creation, Materialization and Group Manipulation Skills have increased!"

The information session proceeded smoothly.

Gufadgarn possessed the ability to cast Teleportation Gate, which opened a gate in space that remained open continuously, allowing the transportation of large numbers of people. On top of that, she was already acquainted with Lissana and Zod. Thus, Vandalieu had asked her to go and welcome the hopeful immigrants.

Legion's Teleportation required passengers to be in contact with them, and while Dalton had already met Legion before, Vandalieu had imagined that this would be too much of a shock to the hopeful immigrants.

And once they arrived, he had Iris, Zadiris, Basdia and other members of Vida's races there to provide comfort to the hopeful immigrants, and then he conducted the information session himself. They were probably still not accustomed to the presence of monsters and Undead, so Vandalieu had them working in other places where they wouldn't be seen.

With this plan, the first information session finished without any major problems. After that, housing was allocated, immigrants' names were taken to be placed on the family register tomorrow, food and other necessities were distributed, and guidance sessions were held to have the new immigrants become accustomed to the monsters and Undead, as well as the humans… those who had come from the Amid Empire and Mirg shield-nation.

This had already been done many times, so things would probably be fine this time round as well.

But the simple act of sitting was very tiring for Vandalieu, so he would have liked to have someone else lead the information session… but he had not taken into account that he was the only person suitable to do it.

General Chezare and Lieutenant-general Kurt are former nobles of the Mirg shield-nation, and the majority of the other civil officials are Undead or former nobles of the Amid Empire like Cuoco… my nation has an imbalance in the people running it, Vandalieu thought.

It was unknown as to whether the members of Vida's races immigrating to Talosheim would know the faces of Chezare and Kurt, and Cuoco and the rest had certainly not oppressed Vida's races like the other nobles of the Amid Empire. However, it was certainly possible that they would be hated by the members of Vida's races who had lived in hiding in lands ruled by the empire, so meeting them face-to-face right away was out of the question.

That was true even if Dalton and the others had explained to them beforehand that Talosheim had accepted humans who had lived in the Amid Empire and the Mirg shield-nation.

And finally, after certain things were taken care of such as the Storm of Tyranny introducing themselves, apologizing for failing to help Vandalieu because they misinterpreted Vida's Divine Message, giving him the sealed Demon King fragment that they had captured alive… the explanation of why Gufadgarn was in his current form… Vandalieu finally met Sieg, Zod's stepson.

"So, is this Sieg?" he asked.

"Yeah. His ears aren't really pointed, so I never noticed," said Schneider.

Zod, who had taken the sleeping Sieg from Rachel, quietly lowered his head with a fatherly expression on his face. "I ask of you a merciful decision," he said.

"I don't mind," said Vandalieu. "He is Sieg, your son, Zorcodrio-sama. Nothing more, nothing less."

He'd heard the details beforehand, so he wasn't surprised now. He accepted the quietly-sleeping infant.

It was just as Schneider and Dalton had expected. Though Vandalieu would not spare any mercy for Marshukzarl himself, he did not feel any hatred towards Marshukzarl's blood relatives… not for the woman whose memories had been altered, nor for the baby that had been born as a result of the conspiracy.

In fact, he felt sympathy for them, knowing that they would face hardships going forward.

"If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know. If it's within my power to do so, I'll do my best," said Vandalieu. "So… another two of those, please."

"Of course. If you are happy with this, then I shall give you another hundred or a thousand," said Zod.

Vandalieu's kindness was certainly not because Zorcodrio, a user of Muscle Technique, had promised to give him his handprints.

At that moment, Sieg made a small noise and opened his eyelids. It seemed that he had been woken up. His vacant gaze wandered, and Vandalieu and the others came into his view.

"Mmm… Va –?!"

The moment he saw Vandalieu and his spirit clones, his eyes opened as widely as they could, and he pulled his head backwards. It was as if he were trying to reflexively get away from Vandalieu.

"Oh, it seems that we have woken him up. There, there, there is nothing to be afraid of," said Zod, hastily scooping Sieg up in his arms to comfort him.

"That's strange. This little guy is usually pretty brave and isn't scared of anything," said Merdin. "Well, I suppose it's pretty surprising to wake up and see a bunch of faces that all look the same and you don't recognize."

Vandalieu's harsh growing pains were still ongoing, so his body was being supported by several of his spirit clones.

"Am I really that scary…?" Vandalieu mumbled in shock.

"Well, I don't know about scary, but… it's pretty surprising. Your faces are all the same, after all. I'm sure he'll get used to you soon enough," said Schneider, choosing his words carefully.

After all, Sieg was the stepson of Zod… an Abyssal Pure-breed Vampire. He would soon become an older brother to a Dhampir. There would be plenty of occasions where he would see Vandalieu in the future, and not just because Vandalieu was Zod's fan.

"… You're right. Well, for now, let's go and test whether I can absorb a rampaging fragment of the Demon King without killing its host, since you went to the trouble of capturing it alive," said Vandalieu.

"Yeah! I'm glad you're actually putting it to use," said Schneider.

Name: Schneider

Race: Human

Age: 58 years old

Title: Thunderclap, Noble Slayer, King of Tyranny, Dragon Slayer, Lady Killer, Person Launcher, Seed-Provider, Savior, Son-in-law of the Goddess, One who is loved by Alda, Evil God Slayer, Self-proclaimed Old Man, False Saint, Demon Continent Survivor

Job: Fist God

Level: 58

Job history: Apprentice Warrior, Warrior, Unarmed Fighter, Mage, Magic Fighter, Martial Artist, Light-Attribute Mage, Berserker, Dragon Fist Warrior, Fist Saint, Kicking Spearman, Adventurer, Super Warrior, Super Magic Fighter

Attributes:Vitality: 175,470

Mana: 119,163

Strength: 27,525

Agility: 35,344

Stamina: 30,092

Intelligence: 6,871

Passive skills:Status Effect Resistance: Level 10

All Attributes Resistance: Level 10

Augmented Vitality: Very Large

Increased Attack Power while Unarmed: Very Large

Detect Presence: Level 8

Extreme Endless Sexual Stamina: Level 1

Physical Resistance: Level 3

Augmented Attribute Values: Adventuring: Level 10

Self-Enhancement: Adventuring: Level 10

Rapid Healing: Level 10

Increased Mana Recovery Rate: Level 4

Active skills:God Fist Technique: Level 7

Dagger Technique: Level 10

Throwing: Level 3

Surpass Limits: Level 10

Dismantling: Level 5

Armor Technique: Level 10

Silent Steps: Level 7

No-Attribute Magic: Level 1

Mana Control: Level 8

Life-Attribute Magic: Level 10

Light-Attribute Magic: Level 10

Wind-Attribute Magic: Level 3

Coordination: Level 10

Magic Fighting Technique: Level 5

Cooking: Level 2

No-Sword Technique: Level 3

No-Spear Technique: Level 3

No-Axe Technique: Level 1

No-Club Technique: Level 1

No-Halberd Technique: Level 1

High-Speed Thought Processing: Level 2

Chant Revocation: Level 1

Familiar Spirit Descent: Level 2

Unique skills:Accelerated Growth: Attribute Values

True Warrior

Unaging

Vida's Divine Protection

Zantark's Divine Protection

Farmaun's Divine Protection

Tiamat's Divine Protection

ヴ■■■■■'s Divine Protection [Va]

The 'Thunderclap' Schneider, an S-class adventurer of the Amid Empire and secretly a believer of Vida. He is a human. After becoming an adventurer, he has worked on both fronts for over forty years.

The variety of Titles he possesses reflects his complicated background. He was already an A-class adventurer when he acquired the Title of 'Thunderclap,' and his activity became more radical since then.

There was a nobleman who killed slave children in public, and Schneider killed that nobleman in public as well, gaining the 'Noble Slayer' Title. He then continuously overwhelmed the soldiers, knights and adventurers who tried to arrest him bare-handed, avoiding arrest while making no attempt to escape, and this earned him the 'King of Tyranny' Title. Emperor Marshukzarl ordered him to slay an Elder Dragon to atone for his crime, and by accomplishing this, he earned the 'Dragon Slayer' Title.

Schneider also possesses the 'One who is loved by Alda' Title, but that is because he disguises himself as a believer of Alda on the surface, and because the Pope of the Great Church of Alda received a Divine Message warning of imminent danger threatening Schneider… But the truth behind this is that Schneider was being marked as a dangerous individual, and the Pope had misinterpreted the Divine Message of "He is dangerous" as meaning, "He is in danger."

Schneider finds the Title convenient for hiding who he truly is, but he is extremely reluctant to have it.

The 'Son-in-law of the Goddess' Title represents his faith in Vida and his value as a seed-provider.

TLN: The Title is kind of difficult to translate. It refers to the fact that he has had children with members of Vida's races.

The 'False Saint' Title is something that spread among Vida's races as they noticed the irony that he was pretending to be a believer of Alda.

Schneider prevents this Title from being detected by wearing a Title-concealing Magic Item when he is working in the Amid Empire.

When he first became an adventurer, he was living in poverty, and after he purchased armor, he found himself out of funds to purchase weapons. Thus, he decided to learn Unarmed Fighting Technique. As a result, he noticed that he had a talent for it and acquired many Jobs related to unarmed combat. He frequently uses light-attribute magic to make his public image of being a believer of Alda more convincing.

He has acquired many superior Skills such as God Fist Technique, a superior version of the Unarmed Fighting Technique Skill. He also possesses the No-Sword Technique, which is a superior version of the Swordsmanship Skill that represents the fact that he wields no weapon. He also possesses other similar superior Skills such as No-Spear Technique.

Though he is a human, he possesses the Rapid Healing, Physical Resistance and Unaging Skills as a result of having bathed repeatedly in the blood of a dying Elder Dragon.

The reason his Attribute Values are higher than Heinz's even though they are both S-class adventurers is because of the Unique Skill called 'Accelerated Growth: Attribute Values' and because he has spent long years fighting on the front-lines of battlefields.

However, the truth is that he had been stuck behind a thick developmental barrier until recently. This is because he had not gained a single divine protection, and because he already possessed extraordinary, superhuman power. There is also the fact that in human society, there are few places where adventurers of A-class and above can earn enough experience to progress… Any place that frequently spawned monsters that A-class adventurers would struggle to defeat would not be a suitable place to live for anyone who is not an A-class adventurer.

Up until now, Schneider has pushed past his limits through feats such as defeating fallen Elder Dragons, but evil Elder Dragons do not appear very frequently, so he has always thought that his 'getting old' was one of the reasons for his developmental barrier.

Furthermore, Jurizanapipe, the evil god of degeneration and intoxication, was reincarnated as the Elf Lissana, transforming from a true god to a demi-god in the process. Thus, she was unable to give Schneider her divine protection.

But now, after Vandalieu freed Vida from her seal and Schneider met Zantark, Farmaun and Tiamat in person on the Demon Continent, he has gained several divine protections all at once. He even acquired another mysterious divine protection immediately after meeting Vandalieu.

With this, he has overcome his developmental barrier.

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