A barbarian warrior had just left the sacred land. Seeing Bjorn Yandel, a man breathed a sigh of relief.
«Fortunately, he left right away».
If Bjorn had intended to spend the night in the holy land, he would have had to try the 15th of the next month. Infiltrating the holy land with this body was a bit...
twisted.
The man moving behind Bjorn Yandel lost his balance and staggered a lot. Because it was the first time he had connected his senses to this golem, the operation was unfamiliar to him.
«Excuse me, are you okay?» When the man's body stopped moving in a strange posture, gazes began to be directed towards him.
«I'm fine». The man felt a strange shame and quickly left the area. With a squeaky step, he followed Bjorn.
«Mom, that man is weird...!»
...Baekho Lee, if it weren't for that man.
The reason why the man had to leave his perfectly fine body behind and bond with a golem he was unfamiliar with was all because of Baekho, because he couldn't know when he would appear again. Leaving the magic tower with this body, there were too many worries.
So where are you going now?
It was still early and the sky was blue. The man continued walking behind Bjorn Yandel.
Are you going to drink so early?
Finally, he arrived at a famous District 7 pub, a bar that operated twenty-four hours a day with three staff shifts.
«Is that man Bjorn, son of Yandel?»
«That man?»
«We have been lucky. To think we'll see the rumored man in person».
As soon as Bjorn entered the bar, the people around him turned to look. Now, he was famous enough for people to recognize him wherever he went.
Smile.
As if enjoying his fame, Bjorn smiled and sat alone at a table in the center. He started serving drinks.
«What would you like to ask for...?»
The man, who entered the pub at the same time and found a table nearby, ordered some food and watched Bjorn's movements. There was nothing significant to highlight.
«Ugh...!»
Repetition of drinking, drinking and drinking. The table that had been empty next to him was now filled with drunks following the smell of alcohol.
«Haha! To drink that strong drink at once, you really are a giant!».
People who at first only came to talk to a celebrity ended up sitting down once they found it more fun than they thought. There were quite a few women among them.
«Um, can I touch your arm?»
«...O-of course!»
«Wowww, it really feels like iron! Oh, I'm Amy.»
Interested in the appearance of a famous explorer, these women who approached tried not to startle to seduce the barbarian warrior. Of course, it didn't work. That was because Bjorn Yandel already had three lovers and was known for loving all three fiercely.
«I... am B-Bjorn, son of Yandel! Nice to meet you...!»
Hey?
«Ahem...!»
«Wow! How manly».
As the woman's hands became more stealthy and daring, the barbarian warrior did not move to stop them at all.
«Can I touch your thighs too?»
«Ahem! If you want...» Although he acted like he had no choice, the slightly curved corners of his mouth showed that he was enjoying it too.
Is he a hero...?
The man was incredulous, but none of those present took his behavior with discomfort at all. They didn't necessarily see it as an ethical problem. Anyway, the drunkenness continued like this until nightfall.
«Behell-aaaaaahhhhh! Drinks! Bring me more drinks! I have plenty of money».
As midnight approached, I hoped Bjorn wasn't a player. I had no choice. Breaking tables by having a fight without meaning to, trying to solve it by saying that he had a lot of money, threatening a drunk customer who glared at him for being too loud, etc. This went far beyond the level of simply acting perfectly like a barbarian. He truly was a brainless barbarian warrior.
This... cannot be Elfnuna...
Thinking that, the man continued waiting until midnight. The time that had passed today was too wasted to leave without checking the end. After a long time had passed like this, there was one minute left for the community to open. That barbarian continued serving drinks with others, something a community user would never do.
Tick.
Soon, the minute hand moved until midnight. Having established beforehand not to enter the community this round, the man was able to observe Bjorn Yandel without wasting a moment.
...So he didn't.
Even though it was midnight, Bjorn was still laughing and chatting. No matter how quickly it connected and disconnected, there had to be a momentary rigidity, but there wasn't one here. It meant that at least I wasn't part of the community.
If you are not a member even after the letter I sent then... It must mean that you are not a player either. If you were able to read the letter, there is no reason for you not to join.
Soon, the man stood up from his seat, taking a weight off his shoulders. Bjorn Yandel was not a player, and at that fact, he felt a strange sense of relief.
Yes, it is impossible for him to be a modern person.
***
Kharon's day yesterday told by him was simple. That was because I had been in a pub all day drinking since the morning.
No wonder it reeked of alcohol.
Of course, I had no intention of scolding him for this. To begin with, I was the one who told him to go drink. I judged that if it was in a bar, that guy would be aware of other people's eyes and couldn't do something funny.
«So what happened while you were drinking?»
«Oh that? It's a bit of a long story... But it was a lot of fun!».
I skipped the story of a drunk he befriended in the pub, and how he accidentally smashed a table and had to pay for it, because I was already expecting it. The price of the table and the drink didn't matter to me as long as the part I wanted was resolved properly.
«Was there someone strange at the bar? Hmm...» Kharon seemed to comb his alcohol-soaked brain before giving me the answer I wanted. «Come to think of it, there was a frail man sitting in the corner all day. He was a strange guy who couldn't stop asking for things without drinking or eating».
As soon as I heard this, I knew it was him. «So what did you do? Did you talk to him?»
«Of course not. He seemed a little empty in the head, so I didn't go near him».
«When did that man leave the pub?»
«I don't know... I think it was around midnight».
A smile blossomed naturally on my face. Was he in the pub all day and left as soon as midnight came? It seemed like my plan had worked. Watching Kharon have a good time with the pub-goers, that man would have erased all suspicion about me. So this plan was surely over.
«Mm, yes. Midnight should be right. Because it was around one o'clock that I saw that metamorphic woman».
Hey?
«...Shapeshifter woman?» Anxiety blossomed from somewhere. As always, that prediction was correct.
«That daughter of Karlstein!»
Missha met Kharon on my body. «What happened when you met?»
When I urgently asked what had happened next, Kharon explained to me what had happened. To summarize, it was like this. «She may be a metamorph, but she was a fierce woman. I see why you like it».
Missha dragged Kharon by the neck while flirting between the women and they exchanged a brief conversation.
«I'm sorry. Whatever I said, it wouldn't work».
Before long, Kharon was trapped. Right, how could I hide it from him? But the important thing started here. So what happened?
«She asked what you were doing, so I told her honestly.»
«... Did you tell him honestly?»
When I asked him with clenched teeth, Kharon shuddered, but I figured he really meant this. «Bjorn, you are the hero of our tribe. You are only doing your duty. Why do you have to hide it? So I told him honestly. That Bjorn is fulfilling his duties with the tribe's warriors, so don't even think about interfering!».
I didn't answer.
«Haha, she didn't seem to know what the duty was so I explained it to her in detail. It seems that in the end he understood and left. You have to thank me. Now, you can do your duty in the holy land whenever you want! But... why are you so quiet?». Kharon asked carefully and I responded again with silence.
I didn't know what I should say. Damn, how did it end like this? Even getting angry at Kharon was weird.
«Kharon, son of Tarson. Take a warrior's oath that you will keep everything that happened today strictly confidential».
»Oath»? If you want, I can do it a hundred times».
Whining inside, I asked him to take an oath and Kharon agreed without an iota of hesitation. This was why I couldn't get mad at this guy.
«Oh, but what does 'confidential' mean?»
«...It means don't tell anyone».
«That's not difficult! I am famous in the tribe for being very reserved!»
Yeah, what was going to make him angry? As a natural disaster, it was wiser to consider it an inevitable event. Nobody gets angry at storm clouds because it rains, right? Kharon had already done his job. Fortunately, we have been able to successfully fool the GM.
Now I have no choice but to deal with the aftermath.
After separating from Kharon, I headed home.
Walk walk.
Unlike usual, my steps leading home were too heavy.
***
When I got home, Missha was on the couch. I was sitting in the living room and I couldn't feel any emotion on his face. Yes, nothing at all.
«Are you here?» Missha asked as if nothing was happening. But her nails, which were always well trimmed, were rough and her eyes were bloodshot. Had he spent the whole night on the couch like this?
«Y-yes...» My heart sank. I couldn't say anything about what I had prepared and stood there.
«Okay then. Go to sleep». As if to give me time to talk, Missha looked at me silently before turning around and entering her room. Still, I stared.
What could I say? That Kharon's words were not true? To explain it to him, I would have to tell him about the GM. Of course, it was possible to make up another excuse, but...
It could make the situation worse.
Maybe if it had happened in the past. Now, Missha suspected that I was an evil spirit. This was better than being suspicious of it. Fulfill the duties of the tribe? At least it didn't sound like an evil spirit. This was the best.
...My butt.
I quickly went upstairs and knocked on Misha's door. There was no response. Didn't you want to talk to me?
«I'm going in». I ignored his wish and did what I wanted like a barbarian.
Crack!
Luckily, the door was not locked and opened easily. I could see Missha in bed with the blanket on her.
So you don't even want to see my face.
It was a good thing that I came after her, because everything had its own time. A tank was an existence that protected his teammate, it didn't hurt him.
«If you don't want to talk, just listen», I said, because I didn't yet have the courage to reveal that it was an evil spirit. Borrowing the body of a barbarian, without knowing how, I said: «Nothing happened in the holy land».
Missha lowered the blanket a little at my words and asked: «...Why are you telling me this?».
As if I had no reason to apologize if she believed it or not. Actually, he wasn't wrong. Missha and I were just teammates. There was an opportunity for us to have a more intimate relationship, but I was the one who pushed her away. I thought it would be difficult to make rational decisions if emotions about the other sex got in the way of future crossroads.
«Bjorn». Why would I feel uncomfortable? If that's why you're being considered, you don't have to...»
«It's not because of you. It's so I can be calm. Unlike Dwalkie, I'm a selfish bastard». I cut Missha and spoke. «Missha, nothing happened on holy ground last night, and I don't want you to misunderstand me for that».
«Why don't you want me to misunderstand you...?» In Misha's eyes, peeking through the blanket, there was a hope and a desire that he couldn't ignore forever.
After catching my breath, I continued talking. Even if it was just an evil spirit inhabiting Bjorn Yandel's body, it was a truth he could not deny forever. «Because I no longer consider you just my teammate».