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As Cherwin blinked her eyes.
Then, I will escort you to the village!
I will also! Welco the new sacred fla!
The priests who turned around like deer cried out one after another.
Their lives, spent almost entirely in the temple, could only be fundantally ascetic.
Especially these days when the fire was going out.
At the priests ardent gazes, Cherwin eventually smiled.
Then, lets all go together.
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The village adjacent to the Temple of Furnace was commonly called the Blacksmith Village.
As it received the favor of Luenter, it was quite warm, and there were hardly any attacks from magical beasts. Even now when the temple was in decline, it maintained a considerable size.
It was a sight considerably different from the shabby village Ian rembered.
In any case, thanks to that, the tavern boasted a considerable size.
The villagers who made surprised expressions upon seeing Charlotte following Ian gave way when priests poured in behind them.
Soon, food and alcohol were laid on the table.
The priests started devouring what was placed in front of them as if they had been waiting.
There was no festive atmosphere.
It was only natural since the sacred fla to beco Luenters apostle had appeared.
For the declining sect, Lucis existence was nothing less than a beacon of hope.
Seeing them surprised at living among dwarves
Sitting quietly amidst them, Ian brought the glass to his lips and chuckled.
To his eyes, there was hardly any difference between dwarves and beast-people.
How is it?
Miguel, sitting across from him, asked with a strange gaze.
He must be asking about the taste of the alcohol.
Good.
Ian uttered sincerely.
It was a strong brew that felt like it would burn his throat, but that was precisely why he liked it.
Thanks to his high resistance and ntal fortitude, he couldnt even feel the slightest buzz from ordinary alcohol.
Northern liquor is all like that. The beer isnt bad either, but I missed this occasionally.
Miguel said, sipping his drink.
His cheeks were already flushing red.
Why did Miguel leave the North?
Suddenly, Luci, sipping a warm soup by his side, asked.
Miguel blinked his eyes.
Why are you suddenly curious about that?
I dont think Ive ever heard about it.
Its not a big deal.
Still, Im curious.
Um Alright then. I was from a small village in the North. It was during the height of the war with the demon tribe
Ian slowly savored his food while lending an ear to Miguels uninteresting past.
It was a soup with tough at and unidentifiable morsels floating around, but right now, it was as good as a feast.
The Black Wall took Miguels hotown.
Thats how it was, but since Ive been away for so long, the entire North now feels like my hotown.
Ian finished his al around the ti Miguels history ca to a close.
Luci had a sympathetic gaze, but it didnt resonate with Ian at all.
From the beginning, this was a world where it was rather rare for soone not to have a tragic backstory.
I even ca from another world
Miguel looked at Ian then.
So where will you be going, sir? Straight to the Empire as you ntioned before? To the direct dominion?
Well
Since youre stopping by the North, how about going to Travelgar? With your abilities, you could make a fortune there.
Travelgar was the capital of the Northern Autonomous Zone. Charlotte, sitting beside Ian, pricked up her ears.
It must be concerning her since she had to follow wherever he went.
Ill have to stop by Travelgar too.
Setting down his glass, Ian looked at the palm of his left hand.
But I have sothing to take care of first.
Huh? You have sothing left to do?
Not just Luci, but even Cherwin beside her looked at Ian.
After a brief contemplation, Ian spoke.
The forest we passed through seems to stretch all the way into the depths of the North. I made a pact with sothing lurking there. So, I have to go find it.
What? Why didnt you ntion that until now?
Its no big deal, so dont worry about it.
No, how is making a pact with an ancient being not a big deal? Who knows what it wants from you.
They all had looks of shock on their faces.
Even Charlotte glanced back at Ian.
But Ian remained indifferent.
It probably wants . Its fine. If it kills , so be it.
After all, it was the one that had been sending greetings until Ian found it.
Thanks to that, they were able to pass through the Abandoned Lands peacefully.
Moreover, the pact Ian made was only to find it.
Once he t it, he was confident he could sohow get his hands on it.
Of course, it did annoy him that it didnt reveal its identity or location.
But destroying its decrepit body would make him feel refreshingly relieved.
Are you referring to the forest stretching from the Abandoned Lands to the North?
Cherwin asked.
When Ian nodded, she stroked her chin and murmured.
I may find so relevant information if I search the archives. Do you have any other clues?
I do.
Ian took off the glove from his left hand.
A faint pattern was engraved on the back of his hand.
Cherwin stared intently at the pattern and nodded her head.
How much longer will you be staying in the village?
Two days. Three at most.
Ill try to find out as much as I can within that ti. If I can repay even a small part of your favor, Id like to offer any help I can.
I wont refuse anything.
Then please visit the temple tomorrow. We havent allowed outsiders entry for a long ti, but Ill make an exception for you all.
What are you going to give us?
Ill request the Furnaces blessing.
!
Ians gaze flickered for a mont.
In the ga, Luenters blessing increased cold resistance and health regeneration rate.
It would be of great help traversing the cold and harsh northern battlefields.
Can I ask for it before we leave?
Of course. The goddess will not withhold her blessing from Ian, the carrier of the sacred fla.
Ian glanced to the side.
Ill ask for this one too.
!
Charlotte widened her eyes in surprise, while Cherwin smiled.
Of course.
Ian nodded his head and brought the glass to his lips again.
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