Count Scribe's Tutor

“At the end of the desert, we saw a strange place. ”

First, he told me the truth that he had hidden.

A giant tree that faced across the canyon. And a lot of fruit hanging from a tree. I confided in him all the information that I hadn't shared.

“While exploring the area, I noticed something suspicious. ”

What's wrong with you? Don't be shy! Talk to me!

Was it because he was too slow to speak? Duke Setier insists.

He's a hothead. Ferda smiled deeply and continued to speak with a solemn face.

“It was a bloody notebook. ”

A notebook?

“Yes. It was a journal engraved with the Holy Land, to be exact. ”

It's actually Lara Hamilton's second author's notebook.

Of course, there can be no sign of the Holy Nation. But it doesn't matter. It was burnt out anyway, and it wasn't evidence.

What matters is the fact that I found the journal.

What does it say?!

Look at Keshmif's reaction.

Aren't you more curious about what the journal says than asking me to show you the journal? Meanwhile, Ferda sighs in fear of the end of his request.

“Regrettably, almost every page was soaked in blood, so I couldn't get the details. ”

Ah, that's impossible.

He looks blatantly disappointed.

Perhaps he was expecting clues to the antidote.

“But compiled on a healthy page, it seems that the Holy Nation conducted an unknown experiment in the desert. ”

Huh? Experiments? What kind of experiments are the Holy Nation doing in the desert?

Queshamif's dying eyes burn with curiosity.

When Ferda tried to put up with a plausible reason, an unexpected reinforcement appeared.

Well, that's a reasonable guess.

He is no different than Duke Setier.

The duc nods, nodding as if Ferda had just cooperated with a lie. Then Keshmif's face changed even more curiously.

What makes you think that?

I don't know about you, but the Holy Land has been trying to create a desert. To spread faith and religion to the desert tribes.

As he said, priests in the Holy Land search the desert every year. Their purpose is also as the Duke said. This is often mentioned in the original.

‘But it's going to sound a little different from now on. ’

A journal engraved with the mark of the Holy Land. A mysterious experiment in the desert.

When we hear such information first, we will naturally relate to the information ahead of us if we hear stories such as the Holy Nation wants to create deserts.

Well, obviously there's a bit of a hard side to it.

Keshmif frowns and mutters.

I got caught up in the reaction. The Duke of Setier nods quietly as he gives a satisfactory smile.

That's right. We also decided that the true purpose of the Holy Land is to expand our territory to the desert. Priests of Sererheim are known for their greed. But I can't believe the truth is hidden.

The duc's face hardens like a stone.

Finally, the conversation beyond the crystal sphere was temporarily interrupted. They were more shocked than they thought because of the false hypothesis they had created.

Let's start the fire again, shall we?

“We searched the area where we found the journal, but we couldn't figure out what the experiment was for. ”

As soon as he opens his mouth, the duc and Keshamif look this way.

Ferda speaks without avoiding their gaze.

“Only that the Holy Nation's experiments had failed. And we were able to confirm that the Holy Nation, fearful of this being known to the outside, was trying to erase the evidence. ”

Lies are trampled on with long tails. So if we want them to believe to the end, we have to mix the truth appropriately. For example, like this.

“Ten days from now, I received this call from a man dispatched to the desert. We've got high-ranking members of the Sanctuary heading towards the eastern canyon. ”

This can't be true.

In fact, the nameless cardinal crossed the desert and headed for the eastern canyon. Not to erase the evidence that the experiment failed, of course.

Yeah, that's right!

When Keshmif tried to scream with a frightening face.

Ferda nods with a stiff face.

“· · · · · · · Yes, I'm guessing that the Holy Nation has been working to erase traces of the experiment until recently. ”

Scary to hear a gruesome answer.

The surroundings are desolate. No one could say anything shocking. Then suddenly, someone kicked his tongue low.

“Tsk, it was a question of how monsters use their sacred power. ”

It was Robert.

He continues to speak with a mischievous face.

“Now the puzzle fits. ”

“Oh, my God, how could you do that with a human hood on? ”

Isha was then shaken as if she were in shock.

Ghosts are acting up to cry. They knew very well that what Ferda had said was a lie.

However, it appears the Duke and Keshmif have returned to their senses.

If what you say is true.

Duke Setia's mouth twists as he joins his words.

A moment later, he flashes a lively gaze.

· · · · · · The Holy Nation will be responsible for this.

That's right, because it's like declaring war on another country.

Keshmif also struggled to suppress his anger.

Then, his voice suddenly calmed down.

But there is one thing that needs to be confirmed before that.

Hmm? Confirmation?

The Duke suddenly asked me a question.

A strange figure was nominated, rubbing Keshmif's lips.

Wizard Silvan.

“Yes, four?! ”

I ask you, is all this true?

The green eyes beyond the glasses sparkled fiercely.

Was he surprised by the sudden nomination? Or are you overwhelmed by the sight of the truth?

In fact, he swallowed a dry saliva without immediately answering.

Then Keshmif continued speaking.

This is a very important issue. It can lead to diplomacy, and at worst, to war with the Holy Nation. So you have to be honest.

He reacquainted without taking his eyes off the reality.

How far can I trust this story?

Immediately after hearing the question, cold sweat flowed down my back.

This was not the usual Queshamif that shined on the crystal sphere. He was the ruler of the Horse Tower, about to make a big decision. That's why the reality was overwhelmed instantly.

I was hesitant to say what to say. I gradually felt pale in my head.

It was then.

Knng!

Suddenly, someone holds hands.

I didn't have to turn my head. A big, stiff hand. The warmth from beyond made me feel like I knew who the owner of the hand was.

‘Ferda.’

The moment I remembered him, my white head slowly returned to its original state. The anxiety subsided, and the tension in my body disappeared.

I don't know why he suddenly brought it up. I don't even know what his purpose is. But I know very well what it means to hold hands in a situation like this.

Trust me.

The truth was straightforward with a signal only he could understand.

“Yes, it's all true. ”

You nod, confronting Keshmif.

It looked as if he had been given up on him.

“Ferda was just saying what I was going to say. ”

Does that mean · · · · · · · ·?

“All this is happening because the Holy Nation's experiments have failed. And this is the conclusion that I've come to in the meantime. ”

Silk tapped my chest.

Then he said with a slight splendid face.

“I promise you my name. ”

After the conversation ended, the room was quietly watered down again. Beyond the crystal sphere, Keshmif looks at the truth without a word and smiles.

Okay, I believe in wizard's practice.

Fortunately, it turned out well.

Ferda lets out a sigh of relief inside.

Cock, cock!

He stabs him in the back. Then I lift my head slightly and lift Ferda up. And he's like, "Did I do good?" ’It was my face, so I stroked my head instead of the answer.

Then Ferda looks back at the crystal ball.

“What are you going to do now? ”

The dice have already been thrown.

You must not hesitate until you have decided to blame everything on the Holy Nation. That's why Ferda takes to the point, biting and stretching. Keshmif replied with an embarrassing look on his face.

It is practically impossible to speculate about the Holy Land right now. Because right now, there are things that need to be prioritized.

The Earl's right. We need to stop them now.

The duc nods and supports Keshmif.

After a while, he spoke with a slow glance.

But that doesn't mean I'm willing to take it lightly. After all the hardships, I'll visit the Holy Land myself. I swear on the knights' honor.

Duke Setier is not one to break a promise.

Especially if it's a knight's oath.

I felt like asking more questions about the Holy Country. But now we have to stop here. Ferda nods as if she understands.

So I'm dedicated to the study of antidotes.

I need to get up now. I have business to attend to.

After the two men finished speaking, the crystal sphere gradually faded.

Evidence that the magic in the crystal sphere reveals the bottom.

“Very well. I wish you luck then. ”

Well, don't get hurt, either. See you later.

At the end of the Duke's farewell, the crystal sphere returned to its original dull color.

The room was silent again.

But this time it didn't last very long. It was because I heard a grumpy voice as I feared to check that the communication with the crystal ball had been lost.

“Ha, I thought you were going into cardiac arrest!? ”

“I mean, What the hell did you say you were gonna do? ”

Isha and Robert shout.

I deserved to be angry. I just didn't get it right in advance.

Afterwards, Isha suddenly opened her eyes wide. It was because a bad feeling had passed through my mind.

“Hey, I'm not asking. ”

“ · · · · · ·? ”

“You're not going to fight the Holy Nation after this raid, are you? ”

Robert shudders at the next question.

If it had been someone else, he would have thought it was a bad joke. But Ferda's story is different. Ferda had never seen anything so far-fetched.

Faced with a pair of fine, trembling eyes.

Ferda grins as if it's funny.

“You're good? Now you can read other people's minds. ”

“Haha, right? I hope so. What?”

Isha smiles lightly and stares at Ferda dazed.

Robert was no exception to June Harga, who was with him.

Tranquil lake atmosphere.

Ferda, who was watching, throws a pebble at you.

“It's about time we had a fight with the Holy Nation. ”

Of course, it wasn't a pebble at all for the others.

With a brief murmur, the silent atmosphere shatters.

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