Count Scribe's Tutor

I'm afraid of what Isha has to say.

The campfire is full of silence. Following that, only the sound of dry firewood burning fills the surroundings.

Shortly after, Ferda tilts her head with a curious look. It was hard to understand the intention of Isha to ask such a question.

At the same time, was he surprised by the awkward atmosphere?

Tervand squeezes his mouth shut and rolls his golden eyes around. It seemed as if he could see the two of them.

Then Isha opens her mouth again.

“· · · · · · · I used to know that the Lord relies on you. ”

In fact, he found Ferda first if he needed a lot of opinions, and even if he was in trouble, he found her. I always sought his advice in situations where I had to make some important choices.

Anyone can see it from this.

How much he relies on Ferda.

“But I didn't expect it to be this bad. Do you know what happened after you disappeared? ”

Isha explained.

About the story after Ferda disappeared.

After a while, Ferda's face, which had been filled with chaos, became severely darkened. Then Isha continued speaking again.

“Let's say you're relied upon to yield a hundred. The Lord is too young for that. But still, this is too much. It's not dependence. It's obsession. ”

Ferda was unable to answer any further questions.

In fact, Ferda was feeling confused. His attitude toward himself has changed somewhat recently. I couldn't think of a word to describe it, but Isha did mention the right word.

"Obsession." ’

In the meantime, it was a reasonable assumption to sum up the attitude shown to him and the changes that appeared when he suddenly disappeared.

“If you've known the Master the longest, you wouldn't know his condition. Here I had my doubts about you. I wonder if you're using the Lord's obsession to accomplish something. ”

In response, Ferda twitches her eyebrows.

Now I understand. I don't know why Isha would ask such a question.

“If I'm wrong, tell me a reasonable answer. ”

With that said, Isha closes her mouth.

Then I stared at Ferda quietly. Ferda sighs a small sigh, facing the still eyes of the lake.

“I understand. I'll tell you.”

Isha is a colleague who will continue to be with us.

That's why I had to talk to him one day.

Ferda clears her mind and starts a long story. The real past, the day I first met you, and all the way back to the woods for my birthday.

By the time the bonfire almost went out.

The long story is over.

“Well, let me summarize. ”

Isha listened to the story for decades.

After a while, she blurred her words.

“Since you left home, trust relationships have formed for the first time? ”

I can't believe I'm summarizing dozens of minutes of stories in one sentence. Ferda nods quietly and Isha nods her head as well.

“It was a reasonable story. It didn't make any sense. ”

The misunderstanding seems to be solved after seeing the smile on his expressionless mouth.

After a while, Isha returns to a serious face.

“So back to business, what do you want to do? You're not going to let him get away with this, are you? ”

As soon as Isha's question is finished.

Ferda answered without hesitation.

“I don't intend to. ”

If it was just an obsession, it didn't matter if I let it be honest.

But the problem was when Ferda disappeared. If you lose your composure and look anxious, as Isha said, this is a serious problem above all else.

‘If something similar happens in the fight with Hana disaster · · · · · ·. ’

Perhaps the most elusive commander will turn into an easy prey. So this had to be fixed.

“It's right to change for the distant future. ”

Ferda insists with a serious face.

Then Isha's mouth painted a soft wire.

“I'm glad you agree with me. ”

“Is the misunderstanding solved? ”

“Yeah. I'm sorry I doubted you. ”

Isha bows her head, standing up.

Ferda accepts her apology for shaking her head. It was a story I should have told one day anyway.

When the conversation ended, an awkward silence hovered.

A completely extinguished flame. However, as Tervand draws the fires from the central campfire and ignites them, they quickly begin to burn. While I was feeling warm, Isha's mouth opened.

“I'll go to bed first. See you tomorrow."

Maybe it was because it was almost midnight.

Or is it hard to endure the awkward silence? Isha heads to the barracks with a short greeting. Then Tervand bowed his head and said.

“Then I'll go patrol the area myself. ”

Tervand hides himself with a groaning sound.

After that, Ferda was left alone and fixed her gaze on the campfire.

“I said it was right to change, but · · · · · · · ·. ”

How is that easy?

Honestly, I don't even know where to start. Ferda sighs in frustration.

“· · · · · · First, let's solve the day right in front of us. ”

Changes in reality are important, but there are more pressing matters now.

Suspicion about the Yggdrasil system. And it was about a quest that suddenly appeared today. As I was pondering between accepting the quest and rejecting it, something suddenly crossed my mind.

“Ah! Now that I think about it... ”

Ferda, whose hindsight is clouded, rumbles through her arms.

After a while, what came out of it was a silver, sparkling rectangular paper. It is a bookmark. The magic spills into your hand, and information about the bookmark appears right before your eyes.

[Name]: Third Silver Bookmark

[Type]: Consumables

[Effect]

Call the third author for a period of time.

[Duration]: 3 hours

[Cooldown]: 30 days (fixed)

[Special note]:

When you use a bookmark, the record stops for a duration.

The summoned author cannot harm the shaman.

It was quite different from when I summoned Yoo Baek Hyun before.

The biggest feature is the inability to choose a round. The bookmark in my hand could only be called by the author of the third time.

“If you are the author of the 3rd edition. ”

The man who overcame the first disaster in the original.

And he was more knowledgeable about the fragments of the disaster than anyone else. Of course, most of the information was known through the original description, but Ferda may not know it.

“Let's talk. ”

Ferda straightaway tore the bookmark in half.

Paaaahhhh!

A bright flock of light emanating from the torn bookmarks.

The moment the surrounding area became brighter.

[The 9th author used the 3rd silver bookmark.]

[There are no records left on this page for the duration.]

[You are not allowed to interfere with this page for any duration.]

Ends with system messages that fill the front of your eyes.

The flames that were still burning stopped.

* * *

The time.

The capital of Cereheim, Eluhim.

Some religious priests can only be admitted by higher priests.

It was a place called White Castle, and instead of the Holy King's residence, preaching was here.

A kingdom is a kind of kingdom.

And inside the White Castle is a large lake. A unique lake with green lights in summer and blue lights in winter. It is a place called Lake of Tears because God was made out of tears.

A mansion sits in a pool near the lake of tears. This house was the only sanctuary in Sererheim. A mansion with modest landscapes and modest interior architecture, just like its usual facades.

And now, Saint Cererheim is sitting on a chair in the Oval Office with a blank expression on his face. The saint who had that face for a while asked towards the man standing in front of his eyes.

“Dussel, what did you just say? ”

On returning to the question, Dussel hesitates.

“That's all I just said. Shall I read it again?”

“Yeah, I think I heard it wrong. ”

The saint leans against the back of the chair and blurs his words.

After a short cough, Dussel opened the letter in his left hand.

“The investigation revealed that Earl Archdut's mood was dire. Given this, it is not possible to issue a permit right now, so I ask for your patience. It says:”

The sender of the letter is Sarphene, Second Prince of the Kingdom of Laderone.

Meanwhile, after Dussel's reading, the saint frowns slightly.

“Phew, Dussel. ”

The saint lets out a deep sigh and squeezes his temples.

Then he narrows his eyes and mutters in a cold tone.

“Has Prince Sarphene gone mad? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

It was quite rude to speak to a foreign prince.

However, the saint gave birth to an elongated castle.

“Earl Archdut's investigation was directed by the Holy Father himself, no one else. But what, you can't authorize it? A prince who wouldn't dare get involved in a royal quarrel if it wasn't for us! ”

The neck was red as it was.

The saint who was shouting in a bloodline immediately bit his lip tightly. No matter who saw it, it seemed like I was trying hard to kill him. The saint then picks up the quill on his desk and says,

“· · · · · · · I should reply directly. ”

“Tell me. I'll write it down. ”

That's when Dussel grabbed the quill.

Then the clean parchment spread, and the words of the saint continued.

“Don't forget to write it down. If you want to continue to defend your rightful successor, go down to Earl Archdut and greet us in person. ”

Despite his aggressive attitude, Dussel actually wrote down a piece of vodka. It was because there were corners that I believed in.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot about him. ”

Then the saint clapped his hands to see if he could think of anyone.

“The Third Prince! Tell him to come out with us. ”

Prince Robert Din Laderon, the interim lord of the Archduke.

He smiled and gave banishment orders to the saints and apostles. Thanks to this, the saint had no choice but to return to his home in the morning dew without staying in a warm place.

“You filthy bastard. ”

If you think about it, there will still be ten fires inside.

When the saint growled low with his medicinal face.

Kuang!

The door to the Oval Office was opened in a commotion.

Then someone rushed into the room.

“Stop, Saint! ”

A woman with red hair and big horn rims.

It was the high priest of the Holy Law, Lena Ledophin. As soon as she saw the Saint, her face turned white, she came to the top of her lungs.

“Hurry up and go to war instead! Quickly!”

Something urgent has happened.

However, her actions were somewhat rude. He didn't knock, and most of all, he didn't reveal what he was looking for. Then Dussel stood in front of her.

“The Holy Father is concerned about the Earl of Archdut. ”

“That's not the point! ”

At that time, Lena hung up on Dussel.

Then he shouted with a pale face.

“Shi, the trust, the trust is down! ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

I'm scared to death of what Lena said.

The look on Saint and Dussel's face changed just like hers.

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