Main Character Hides His Strength

A man smiles in a low voice, waving his long legs over the air.

“Hehehehe...”

The man himself is General Minamoto Daisuke of the 4th Fleet of the Human Empire.

In the past several battles, he has made several obscure achievements that still stand in his way.

He claims to be a schemer. In fact, when he introduces himself, he reads the Book of Soldiers all day long since he was a child. He says that there are short-term stigmata in his head.

However, his operation was one-dimensional, sleepy, and most of all damaged.

Another peculiar thing is that he is from a Summoner.

As the name suggests, Minamoto was summoned from Japan. However, we disagree about whether the man is really Japanese.

One day, Minamoto met a Japanese summoner who said, “Josie!” Wow. "Hi!” That's all.

But despite all the bad rumors, Minamoto himself is a very powerful prosecutor.

He wields his japanese legs, screaming like crazy, flying his long legs that reach his waist.

Fears both enemies and allies.

Minamoto Daisuke made it to the top of his head in one day with a vital mission to subdue the world's enemies.

Minamoto Daisuke muttered as he looked at Kim Sung-cheol with a long cylindrical telescope.

“Well, sitting on a mountain alone, facing a great army. Isn't this the Siege of Jegal Resonance in the Three Kingdoms of the Kim Mu-heel War?! ”

The cunning man's brain begins to spin rapidly.

But his mental focus did not last long.

Dmitri Mediov, General Commander of the World's Enemy Punitive Force, summoned the commander of each fleet to his flagship Andragoras' deck.

I don't like it, but I have to follow it.

Minamoto jogs on the deck of Andragoras on a small contact ship.

Above the deck, other fleet admirals are already converging.

Dmitri Mediov, the chairman of the meeting, meticulously spoke to the admirals face to face.

“I hear the power of the world's enemies surpasses our expectations. I don't have to tell you how powerful he is to drive 100,000 demons alone. So we need to find a way to deal with the enemies of the world as carefully as possible. ”

After he finished speaking, Dmitri Mediov looked around each of the admirals.

The admirals have all kept silent.

It's because I didn't see any sharp numbers.

The opponent is one of the monsters that beats the enemy to death, moving back and forth between 100,000 demons.

Dmitri Mediov's gaze reaches Minamoto at last.

Minamot was excited to talk about some of the operations he was thinking about, but couldn't express, but Demetri Mediov wisely took his eyes off Minamoto just before he met his eyes.

But this is not the kind of Minamoto you want to give up.

“Commander, I have an idea. ”

Dmitri Mediov's face is slightly distorted.

"What the hell is this maniac talking about? ’

I didn't want to give them permission to speak, but they are also one of the fleet's admirals.

Dmitri Mediov sighed and grumbled.

“Tell me.”

“I think Kim Sung-cheol is using siege systems. ”

“I see. Excellent point. ”

Dmitri Mediov applauds and turns his back.

“I'm not finished with you yet. ”

“Oh, is there anything else you want to say? Excuse me.”

Dmitri Mediov revealed a disgusting look on his face, but did not appear in Minamoto's eyes.

“The only way not to get into the siege system is to push it like a storm without giving it a break. We have to push in like Yamato Bladers during the Shipbuilding War. ”

While Minamoto was speaking, Dmitri Mediov deliberately talked to other admirals, smoked a farce, or even pretended to sleep with his eyes closed.

However, Minamoto's remarks did not show an end.

By the time the limit of patience was reached, a deputy commander appeared like a miracle.

“Reporting! ”

“What's going on? ”

Dmitri Mediov greeted the deputy with a reflection.

Minamoto was constantly rambling on about something.

Demetri gestures to keep his distance from Minamoto and report to the deputy commissioner in a swift pace.

“The enemies of the world are gone! ”

“Excuse me?”

Dmitri Mediov immediately ran to the port and looked at Kim Sung-cheol's location with a telescope.

Nothing.

Kim Sung-cheol, who was wandering around like a beast in a zoo just now, suddenly disappeared.

“Now is the time to strike! Medivh ball!”

Minamoto comes after you, talking nonsense.

Dmitri Mediov sighed and pointed his finger down the port side to calculate the cliff.

“Go alone. I'm not stopping anyone. ”

Minamoto only found Kim Sung-cheol missing.

The knowledge of the billions of illnesses that have been collected so far in his brain was puzzling.

“This... is Kim Sung-cheol's trap! You can't go after him! ”

*

A rocky valley full of rocks.

Kim Sung-cheol was obsessed with painting intensely in a space covered by rocks and shade.

The theme is Vestiaret's Portrait.

However, Sung-cheol Kim has no painting talent.

Even after looking at the sample left by Vestiaret, only unknown abstractions remain above the plot he left behind.

“Fuck you! ”

Kim Sung-cheol threw an abstract painting he couldn't even recognize and lay down on a rock.

As you sigh, Vertelgia pops out of your pocket.

“Is the front line safe now? ”

Kim Sung-cheol, who was staring at the ceiling with a faint view of the gray sky, turned his head slightly and nodded.

“The main fleet of the Human Empire, the protector of humanity and its allies. Until now, I may have postponed the march with all the excuses I have, but once I show up on the front lines, I will not be able to rest after seeing the danger in front of my eyes. ”

Kim Sung-cheol left the fleet because the balance of power between humans and demons was restored.

Then we no longer need to act as a human barrier. Kim Sung-cheol made that judgment and quickly hid his appearance.

However, a bigger obstacle appeared in front of Kim Sung-cheol.

Kim Sung-cheol stared at the portrait of Vestiaret with his tired eyes laying stones.

“You give this damned woman a real quest or something. ”

No matter how much I drew, I couldn't draw a single portrait. It is recognized that they are not all portraits.

33 portraits of Kim Sung-cheol.

I'm losing sight of it.

“I'm good at cooking and alchemy, but painting is a jam bottle. ”

Bertelkia glanced at the Vestiare-style Goblin as Kim Sung-cheol glanced at him.

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol didn't say anything.

He lies prone on the rock and stares blankly at the clouds flowing rapidly through the cracks.

How long has it been since I heard the sound of paper crumbling and squatting in the wind?

Kim Sung-cheol, who was resting with his eyes closed, turned his head.

A faint smile came to mind at Kim Sung-cheol's mouth.

Vertelgia paints.

He was sticking something in between the bookshelf and the bookshelf, moving diligently on a piece of paper that was fixed with a stone.

‘It looks like a little kid playing with crepes. ’

Kim Sung-cheol stood up and glanced at the painting he was painting.

I was appalled by Kim Sung-cheol's eyes.

"Th-this?! ’

A very elaborate picture appeared on the drawing paper that could not be compared to that of Kim Sung-cheol.

“Oh, you're up? ”

Vertelgia subtly moves her body and completes Vestiaret's messy hair in a delicate line.

It's a trick that can't be replicated even after waking up dead or dead as Kim Sung-cheol.

He claps his mouth and waits for Bertelgia to complete the painting.

Soon the painting was finished.

“Ta-da!"

Bertelkia looks at her painting as she rises high in the sky.

But you don't like it.

“Hmmm. I don't think it's proportionate. It's been a long time since I drew it. ”

Vertelgia pushes the stone holding the piece of paper away and blows it into the wind.

I grabbed hold of the painting with a strong hand flying.

“ ……. ”

It's Kim Sung-cheol.

‘It is not usually skilled. ’

“What are you doing? With a painting painted with a mind grass. Don't look at it. It's not really my strong suit. ”

While Bertelkia protested in Balmain's voice, Kim Sung-cheol took the painting to the portrait in front of Vestiaret.

Surprisingly, at the same time the painting disappeared, a glowing text appeared before his eyes.

[Good job. How did you feel while painting me?/Progress rate: 1/33]

The quest has accepted the drawing.

‘This is unexpected. ’

With Bestiare's skill, only Kim Sung-cheol's painting would be left with a ritual.

But this quest is urgent anyway.

It might have been a hassle for Vestiaret herself to incorporate a complex ritual into an intuition quest created solely to mess with Kim Sung-cheol.

I have a lot of hands on the quest itself to check for traces of souls that are possessed by things.

‘Maybe she thought I didn't have anyone to draw for me. ’

Whatever the reason, Kim Sung-cheol harassed him for half a day and found clues to solve the problem.

“Bertelkia.”

Kim Sung-cheol said in a calm tone.

Bertelkia shudders with a shivering voice, feeling an ominous foresight.

“Ugh… huh? ”

“It's been a while since I've had a meal. ”

“Huh? I don't eat. As you can see, it's a living book. ”

“Then I'll have to pay for the child support. ”

“Someone's looking out for someone! ”

Bertelgia is fiercely resistant, but Kim Sung-cheol cannot be defeated.

In the end, Bertelkia became a slave to Kim Sung-cheol's painting.

“Don't rest until you finish painting 32 portraits. ”

“Too much...”

Bertelgia paints with a shriek of pain.

Kim Sung-cheol said, laying comfortably on a rock.

“Don't worry. I always pay for what I get. I'll do you a favor later. ”

“Is that true? I have a really good memory, so why don't you say something else later? ”

Bertelkia wrote down Kim Sung-cheol's words on her page.

[In the fifth era, the thirty-ninth year of Chang Dragon, the Moon of the Cloud Witch, and the eighteenth day, Kim Sung-cheol promised to grant a wish.]

“What do you think about making a promise? ”

He asked questions about Kim Sung-cheol's promise and poetry in the corner of the page.

“A deal is a deal. ”

Kim Sung-cheol pointed to his heart and said.

“Really? With who? ”

“I can't say that. I'll keep my promise anyway, so draw quickly. ”

“Okay, that won't do! ”

Square.

Vertelgia begins to paint the portrait of Vestiaret again on the drawing paper.

At the end of another beautiful portrait of Vestiaret, Bertelkia opened her mouth.

“I think she looks a lot like my mother. ”

“Really? You don't want to say you're Bestiare's daughter, do you? ”

“She's human. She's a High Elf. How can you be a mother when you're from a different race? ”

“ ……. ”

“I think he liked her a lot. ”

“Really?"

“Yes. My father went on an adventure following the seven heroes as a child. Mayhem, the underwater, the underwater world, the country of the dead, the wealthy. ”

“Is that why you call him your hero? ”

“Maybe so. But the seven heroes never thought of me as their partner. I thought it was just a handy tool kit or a toolbox. ”

“That's bitter. ”

Kim Sung-cheol remembered Eckhart's quest, which emphasized all his heroes.

‘It's such a pity that you can't be recognized as a colleague while fighting against the same enemy. ’

In Bertelgia's words, he seemed to know him for decades, but in the end he was not recognized as a colleague.

“Here. It's done. ”

Bertelgia takes the pencil off the paper and thinks,

The place she left behind was a portrait of Vestiaret staring straight in her dreamy eyes.

Vertelgia glances back at her painting and says frankly, turning pink.

“But I think my mom is prettier. ”

Kim Sung-cheol collected the painting and placed it on the specimen with a faint smile.

The picture disappears like snow, and a glowing letter reappears before his eyes.

[Are you familiar with me now? But don't get too attached. If your eyes get too high, you might not be able to get married!/Progress: 2/33]

“... I'm screwed. ”

Kim Sung-cheol seriously considered modifying his plan to kill Zaatos first among the seven heroes.

But it also withered momentarily.

In a short tranquility, Kim Sung-cheol suddenly felt surprised. How long has it been since you've entrusted your work to others?

Eight years? No, 10 years would have passed.

In one day, Bertelgia, a trusted colleague, draws a picture by moving her body hard.

Square.

You hear only the sound of the wind and the sound of the pencil tearing at the paper.

Kim Sung-cheol closed his eyes and felt the flow of time.

Many people's faces and landscapes remained extinct in his consciousness, like Juma.

You hear a cheerful girl's voice in the dark.

“Ahh. Are you the leader of the Rebellion that this slave is from another world? You're not the leader, you're the right arm. Not my style, by the way. Are you going to pull yourself together? ”

The moment I remembered his voice, Kim Sung-cheol felt like he was selling his chest with a massage.

Her breathing stops momentarily and her breath sounds rough.

The movement of the pencil, which was drawing traces on the paper, has stopped.

“Did you have a ghost in your dream? ”

Bertelgia bites.

“No.”

Kim Sung-cheol took a deep breath and shook his head.

“It's nothing. ”

He said so, but his heart is still beating fast.

And in the murky bloodstream of the Crucifixion of the Covenant in his heart, Orlot was emitting a bright light.