The Tutorial Is Too Hard

It was noisy outside.

I looked out the small window.

The noise did not abate.

As the hunter you met on the first day warned, many people followed the source to find the spire.

The first to arrive were hunters and mercenaries.

They didn't become a big problem.

You just have to scold him and send him back.

The troops that came after were the problem.

Following the vanguard, the number of people reached 100,000 units.

I chose to abduct the commanders rather than meaninglessly beat them to death or burn them to death as a group.

The commander's abduction was not difficult.

We just have to go get him.

It was effective, and I could get information from the kidnapped commanders.

Of course, soldiers who sometimes fire or attempt to enter to reclaim their commander feel very annoyed.

It was tolerable so far.

I got something because they came.

I turned my eyes away from the window to the inside of the room.

What comforted me was the shamans who were kneeling before the source.

Shamans who are working hard on paper on the floor like they were tested in the Joseon Dynasty.

[Everyone's working hard.]

Of course I do.

The first commander who captured him said there was no shaman in the unit, but it wasn't true.

With over 200,000 troops gathering near the spire, we were able to find a warlord.

As well as the hunters, mercenaries, or shamans who wandered around for research purposes, I was able to gather hundreds of shamans.

I captured hundreds of shamans, and what I asked of them was simple.

All I knew about magic was writing it down on paper.

[But at this rate, there won't be any really important source technology. None.]

I don't usually tell you that.

If I knew anything about magic, I could ask for that information.

However, I don't even know anything about magic. It was a waste of time to ask for important information.

I don't have the ability to tell if it's important or not.

I walked among the shamans.

It felt like I was becoming a test subject at the test ground.

I'm walking slowly, making sure you're writing it down, and there's a shaman holding my step.

“Well, are you sure you want me to return this piece of paper? ”

A shaman, filling paper, asked me.

He was the only young shaman among the aged shamans.

“Of course. That's the end of it. Right?"

I bite as softly as I can, but the shaman nods softly, trembling like an aspen.

Seeing his white face, he took courage and spoke to me, but when I spoke to him, he seemed frightened.

I glanced at a piece of paper written by a scared little shaman.

The chuck looked flawless, but if you look closely, you can see that there is a difference in size between the letters on the top and the letters on the bottom.

“By the way, if you increase the size of the letters a little bit like this... Did you think I wouldn't notice? ”

“I'll cut it, I'll cut it! ”

“Yes, the letters are as small as possible, the spaces are at least. Straighten it between the lines, don't use the same words, fill it with 35 pages back and forth. Okay?"

The little shaman had a seizure. Yes! I started filling out the paper again.

I keep moving my feet, shaking my head.

Something was wrong.

I thought he was too scared of me.

Of course, I made some threats.

He forced them to come and set an example for the shamans who resisted the transfer of knowledge and made them pay for the repulsion.

But given that, these shamans were particularly afraid of me.

[That is, the shield. I don't understand why you would do anything to be afraid of it.]

The father and wife walk the tackle.

No, listen.

It's not like I'm blackmailing anyone for a day or two.

[I'm very proud of you.]

I may not be a blackmail specialist, but I am a skilled one.

In my view, these shamans were overly afraid of me.

I don't know if I should have blackmailed him.

[Maybe it's because of that.]

That was the source of what the couple said, nailed to the wall of the spire room.

Obviously the tail of the source was quite terrible.

Your torso is open and you can see inside of it, and blood oozes down from the cuts and incisions and pools of blood flow from beneath your feet.

I got a little stinky.

Even though he was still alive, he groaned occasionally.

The couple had a reasonable opinion.

Now I'm a test subject, but that was originally a great shaman and powerful enough to be the source.

To people, that would be a monster that blew up the capital of a country, but it might feel different to the same shaman.

[No... I thought he was scared because he was just lying there looking awful.]

Is that so?

Well, it could be.

I hurt the shamans and kept walking forward.

If there were a hundred shamans kneeling in front of the wall at the source, the commanders of each of the units were encased.

You see no sign of any injuries or confusion, as they have been snatched clean and undisturbed.

Nevertheless, the kidnapped position flashes of terror in their faces.

The commanders, who had just killed their voices and were muttering among themselves, shut up as if nothing had happened as soon as I approached them.

It was obvious what he was talking about.

You were sneaking around talking about my identity, how to escape.

Or maybe they were looking for a counterattack.

I was thinking about what to do with them, and one of them asked me with a slightly trembling voice.

“What do you want from us? ”

“What you want? I don't know.”

The primary reason for defeating them was to gather shamans.

I want to know more about magic before the end of this stage.

It's better if you can hear about the world.

That was all I could think about.

I've captured the top commanders alive, and under their command, there are over 200,000 soldiers.

But it doesn't matter.

They were all ordinary men, even though they were soldiers.

The number of 100,000 units had nothing to do with me, even if it was a million units.

No matter how many they were, they were no help to me, no danger to me.

“You must have abducted all the commanders of the armies and didn't want anything at all. Tell me, I am a soldier, but I am also a member of the royal family. ”

“A royal? A prince, then? ”

“Well, yes. You can pay as much or as little as you want for your ransom. Gold or something. ”

Something other than gold.

I asked him what he was going to give me.

“You don't seem to have any affiliation. I can give you the title, territory, wealth, honor, a new identity, anything you want. If you're willing.”

The prince explained diligently whether he thought I was interested in what he had to say.

But it wasn't an offer that appealed to me. Not at all.

The prince was quick to say whether my thoughts were revealed on his face.

“Of course, if you want something else, you can accept it as much as you want. It turns out I don't know much about you. This is the only way to make a proper offer. Can't you tell me who you are or what you want? So I can make you a better offer. ”

It was interesting.

The prince was clearly afraid.

But in the meantime, I did not lose hope and relaxation.

I wondered what the rationale was.

Confidence.

Noble identity and confidence in power.

I won't hurt him too soon.

Or is it optimism?

He's a rare man who's never been in a really shitty situation in his life, so he might not be able to judge the situation properly.

With the idea that eventually it will work, or somehow, it will.

“I don't know. Tell me who I am? ”

“Yes. All I know about you is that you have the creature that blew up the capital of the Rosina Kingdom, a very, very powerful shaman, a warrior, and an assassin." ”

Hmm... I might think so.

I've only kidnapped commanders and shamans without much fighting.

I'm trying to figure out what to say to the prince, and I hear a laugh behind me.

I laughed.

Half as hard as it looks.

“A powerful shaman? Hehehe... Tell me who it is? Puhahaha!”

One of the commanders who was quietly bound.

The prince who was talking to me turned to him with an unpleasant expression and asked.

“... Can you tell me what's so funny, Ser Jengent? ”

It seems the commander's name is Jengent, giggling like a madman by himself.

Jengent smiles at the prince and suddenly shouts.

“Who is that? You want me to tell you who? You're giving me a title and territory? Idiot! Don't you recognize the Ancient Devil right in front of you! ”

An ancient demon.

It was a ridiculous misunderstanding.

“Hey, can't you see the terrible image of the high shaman hanging on the wall! Those surgical traces and weird experimental instruments I've never seen. They are coveting knowledge of magic and have kidnapped us all in less than a day. They are surrounded by 200,000 Marines, but they are talking peacefully without any turbulence. No tension, no fear, no sense of accomplishment. Be more relaxed than anyone else in this place that will make your nose crooked even if it's in Fivirine right now. Humans can do that! The author is the ancient evil that was sealed beneath the castle! ”

[I can't argue with you because you're right.]

I told the grumpy couple to shut up.

Unconsciously, the prince met his eyes.

The prince stepped back with a dull face as soon as his eyes met me.

The handful of free time that was held to the end, even though it was kidnapped, vanishes in an instant.

There seemed to be nothing more to talk about with the prince.

I turned my head to Jengent, who was screaming for barnacles.

“Well, let's start with that. ”

Even if I'm not the Devil, I don't really believe it.

In fact, even if I believed so, I didn't care much.

My words seemed to acknowledge the devil, and the commanders were nervous for a moment.

The shamans behind you hear a rumbling sound.

“What would you do if I was the Devil? ”

What were you thinking? Are you excited to talk about your identity?

That Jengent is acting out or exaggerating, but it's easy to see that he's not in his right mind.

But I asked.

It's a simple curiosity.

“What are you going to do, make me so bold that I'm the devil? ”

A little bit of magic, pressuring him.

Then I slowly approached him and asked him overwhelmingly.

It was a light spill, but it was enough to raise the fear of death to that commander, Gengentra.

Jengent gives me his answer slowly and painfully, overwhelmed by my momentum.

“I... came to... find you. ”

“You came to see me? ”

“Yes……. I came here looking for you, ancient demon.... ”

What came out of Jengent's mouth was a completely unexpected answer.

So he thinks I'm an ancient demon.

You came to see me like that?

“I want to make a deal. For my soul! ”

This guy's crazy again.

[I see the eyes of the man, or the eyes of the devil.]