Count Scribe's Tutor

A mansion in the east of Baekjeong.

I had a guest come here early this morning. It was Dussel Mishaas, the Saint's Escort and Knight Leader of the Second Palace. He silently brings the cup of tea that the servant brought to his mouth.

We drank about half a cup of tea.

Knuckle

The door to the interstellar reception hall was opened.

The article that followed was about forty years old.

"Dussel!"

The knight shouts greetings. Seeing him coming at the top of his lungs, Dussel smiled faintly.

"It's been a while, Archer."

Archer Shredd, the knight of Lyanne Neshard, who owns this mansion. After he finished shaking hands with Dussel, he spoke with a somewhat recalled face.

"Do you know how surprised I am that you're here?"

"Is that so surprising?"

"Of course! I thought the erl found an evil flock of them, since they brought the Knights here. What?"

"Haha, that can't be right."

Dussel grins.

From the time of the Knights Academy to the present.

I've known Archer for over 20 years. Though each other's bodies are different, we haven't been in touch very often. Nevertheless, Dussel's face smiled brightly as he looked at the softening Archer.

"Congratulations. You've done well."

"Come on. We're just getting started."

The Archer scratches her cheek as if she were embarrassed.

The two men chatted as if to unravel it. From old memories to recent ones. While discussing various topics, Dussel's face was slightly shaded.

‘It seems a bit difficult to dig up the Earl's weaknesses. ’

I came here to see an old friend. But there were more important reasons. It was to mine the weaknesses of Earl Archdut, a mission commanded by the saint.

But soon after, I realized it was hard. Because through a conversation with Archer, I've learned how deeply loyal he is to the Earl.

‘If so · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Let's turn around and see if we can make a weakness.

Dussel's eyes sparkle. Then I heard a strange voice.

"Lord Shireed?"

Bright, clear voice.

You see someone through the half-opened door. She was a blonde woman with saggy hair.

‘Lyanne Neshard. ’

Before I came here, I investigated all the people who were involved with the Earl. As soon as I saw her, I knew who she was. Meanwhile, Leanne stepped into the reception room and asked for Dussel.

"Who's over there?"

"My name is Dussel Missours, paladin of Sererheim. I came here a few days ago on a mission to escort the Saint."

Dussel's head lowers slightly as he gets up from his seat.

After his introduction, Lyanne looks a little surprised.

"Lord Michaels."

"Yes, this is the article I told you about."

Archer adds, What did he say about himself? I was curious, but not introverted. That's not the point right now.

After a while, Leanne nodded her head to sweeten her lips.

Wham, wham, wham!

You hear a commotion in the other room.

"Get out! We don't need this."

Tough freak I heard about.

Dussel's gaze turned to it. In the dark room, I saw a maid being pushed out toward the hall.

"Ha, but young master · · · · · · · · ·. Yikes!"

Maybe she was pushed by a strong force, but the servant fell to the ground.

At the same time, the door closes violently with a bang. After seeing this, Lyanne bites her pretty lips.

"· · · · · · · Sorry. I'm ashamed of myself in front of my guests."

Leanne bows her head to Dussel.

With a slightly red-looking face, she turns around.

"Please don't mind me talking to you."

Leanne leaves the room. When the door closed, the reception room became silent. After a while, Dussel opens his mouth carefully to ask questions. But the arcs were faster than that.

"Phew, it's the second Confucius. She was lively just a few months ago · · · · · ·."

Maybe it's because he's got an old friend in front of him?

The Archer has spilled his troubles. The inside story of the man who became the swordsmanship genius of Kesher Archdut. Meanwhile, Dussel is lost in thought. Last night, it was a conversation with a saint.

"What if... If it's hard to find weaknesses, or to make them, this is the best way to do it. ’

Do you have any ideas? ’

"Yes, to catch the Earl's bloodline with a balloon. ’

‘Bolmo noodles. ’

When Dussel questioned, the saint stretched his two forefingers.

‘The second Duke of the Earl, Kasher Archdut. It's the only time I'm going to the Academy this year. Unfortunately, we're also recruiting new students from the Academy. ’

Our Academy?

As soon as I heard that, I remembered something.

‘· · · · · · Are you talking about Elus Academy? ’

‘Yes, that's where we're going to get cusher arcade. ’

The saint laughs. Dussel's face, on the other hand, was frozen.

‘But getting into Elus Academy. ’

The best academy in the Holy Land, Elus.

It is the second-most-known of many academies on the continent. It was not that difficult to get in.

You have to be religious first, and swordsmanship is a skill, and knowledge is a skill. Moreover, he needed a paladin or a recommendation from a senior priest who was more than a deputy commander.

‘It might be a little difficult. ’

Dussel expressed his honest opinion. Then the saint spoke straight away.

‘Recommended by 30 paladins. And a letter of recommendation written by the saint himself. How about this? Isn't this enough? ’

Dussell couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Saints write their own letters of recommendation? It is truly a striking condition. There was not enough garage overflow. At the same time, I was wondering.

‘But why so much? ’

‘That is to ensure the smooth cooperation of Earl Archdute. If you don't plant the Holy Land flag here, it will be difficult to enter the entire kingdom. ’

The saint tapped Dussel on the shoulder.

‘Your mission is too great. I hope it brings you good results. ’

Finally, Dussel wakes up from his mind.

If you do not find the Earl's weakness, send him to Elus Academy. The shifting Purpose Dussel grumbles at the sighing Archer.

"I hear the second Confucius has a natural talent for swordsmanship."

"That's right. But then what do you do? He's like that now."

"Too bad. It's a waste of talent."

"That's true. That's why the mistress is worried. It's only a week away from the Academy entrance exam."

Now is a good time to prepare for a week.

Dussel's head quickly returns. After finishing his thought, he opens his mouth again.

"So where do you think the Academy is?"

"Of course, the Royal Academy. In fact, a better place would be possible if I could see your talent, but as I said, your condition is not good."

We gathered all the information we needed.

A light smile appeared on Dussel's mouth.

"Archer, then."

An unexpected call raises Archer's head. Faced with him, Dussel asks in a gentle tone.

"How's Elus Academy?"

* * *

The small cemetery near the exit is where you arrived according to Heron's instructions.

With the memorial stone in front of him, Heron kneels carefully. Then you stick your left arm in the ground. Not long after that. I took out a chest from quite deep.

Thud

What comes out of it is a tiny little bunny.

Soon Heron opened his mouth.

"This is the doll my daughter used to hug whenever she slept."

He made it and gave it to me.

Meanwhile, Irona's eyes changed strangely while looking at the doll. She clears the Heron and whispers to the stelgaer.

"Actually, I'm sorry, can I take a look?"

"Huh? Okay. Here."

Be careful who you take the doll to.

A moment later, she opens her eyes in shock.

"What is this doll made of?"

"· · · · · ·."

The answer never came back. In fact, he asked with a curious face.

"Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Take a closer look. Material itself · · · · · · ·."

When Irina pushed the doll in.

Heron opens his tightly closed mouth.

"The skeleton is rooted in · · · · · · · world water."

"What?"

Did I hear you wrong? Silvana and Irina were dumbfounded. Heron, however, said confidently, as if it were not a big deal.

"With the leaves and trunks of the water of the world, the lining is filled with the flowers and dried fruit of the world. On the outside is the leather of a dead unicorn and the finish is finished with thread from Chief Acnes."

Even Ferda, who didn't say anything, looked surprised.

I had to. The by-products of the world's water are more precious than gold, and the dead unicorn hide is expensive enough to be traded for a jewel of equal weight. And the spiders, Acnes, are one of the rare species that is not easily found these days.

The reality mutters frantically.

"What a doll."

"There was only one daughter, and I wanted to do something for her."

A carelessly muttered Heron.

He then looked at reality with hope in a golden eyelight.

Did he notice the longing in his eyes? In fact, he nods. All the ingredients are ready. In reality, Radina's spirit box and doll overlap.

"Then I'll get started."

There was tension in the cemetery. Heron observes each action in his own way. Irina swallows a nervous, dry saliva, and Ferda watches the reality with a trustworthy gaze.

How long has it been?

The moment the drops of sweat on the forehead fell to the floor.

The box opened by itself.

After a while, the doll who was still rose slightly.

When everyone's tension reached its peak, a dull voice came from the doll.

[Sobbing, sleepy.]

You sound like you haven't woken up yet.

Then the bunny doll opened her eyes. The doll circles around in a daze, immediately looking where Heron is and tilting its head.

Dad?]

Familiar voice. Familiar behavior.

Every gesture comes to mind clearly. Heron trembles.

"Ah, ah."

It was different from when I was pressured by the pressure of reality.

My body trembles by itself because I can't overcome my emotions. Immediately, he squeezed his mouth and burst into tears.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

I couldn't cry because I was undead. But I felt it in practice. Heron is crying now. Tears poured down from his soul like rain.

"La, Radina · · · · · · · · · ·."

I slowly approached and knelt before the doll. I reached out my trembling hand and hid it. His body is now undead. I don't want to look ugly. I put a lot of pressure on the hood.

At that moment, the doll exclaimed in surprise.

[Wow! Dad's so big. It's really big!]

A doll that revolves around Heron with arms held high. When Radina was very surprised, she often exhibited this behavior. When I saw this, the golden starlight shook like a candle.

"Really, really you? Radina, really."

I was impressed or barely able to connect the words.

Then Radina, the bunny doll, rubs her eyes with her blunt arms.

[Whew, but I can't sleep.]

My mouth flew open and closed as if yawning.

[I'm sorry, Dad. Stay awake.]

Finally, Radina leans on Heron's lap. Heron hugs Radina with a trembling hand. Wake up from your walk or sleep, very carefully.

"Well, I think the wavelength fits. Thank goodness."

I looked at Radina, and she smiled.

He then explained why Radina had fallen asleep.

"It's been a long time since my soul has been asleep and I need time to settle down. I'm going to sleep like this for the next week or so. Anyway, good for you. I can see you again."

After saying that, he actually laughed.

Heron squeezes Radina by his side and places her by his side. He gets up from his seat and bows down and greets the realm.

"· · · · · · Thank you."

"Huh?"

Did he not hear it because it was so small? In turn, Heron kneels on the ground at the same time.

Kung

Then, he bowed his head and spoke politely.

"You are my king. Until my soul burns to ashes, I will dedicate my allegiance only to you."

Bang, bang!

His head is pounding hard on the ground.

A golden glare lit up like a candle.

"Heron Wiggins meets the king of all the unclean."

With worship to the king.

The palace of the shrine, Heron the Forest Keeper, enters under the command of the realm.