SoulQueens finally surrendered.
It seed like she had realized how foolish it was to try to gain the upper hand in our relationship…
“Pfft, what a funny woman. She was so bold when she revealed the GM’s identity, but now she’s backing down when it’s her turn.”
Queen endured Clown’s mockery without a word. It was a pitiful sight, considering her status at the Round Table.
But…
‘It would be a sha to end it here.’
…it would be foolish to just accept her surrender.
SoulQueens seed to be sensitive to hierarchy.
It would be better to properly imprint it on her now.
Like I did to the goblin I t in the cave on the day I was summoned to this world.
Who was on top.
And who was below.
“Why…”
I tapped my finger on the table and asked,
“…should I?”
SoulQueens flinched at my short question and answered in a small voice,
“…If we stop here, we won’t be hostile towards you.”
It ant that they wouldn’t ban from the community, and they wouldn’t even hold a grudge against for revealing the GM’s identity.
I chuckled coldly at her uncharacteristically roundabout expression.
It sounded like a suggestion between equals.
“You still haven’t learned your lesson.”
I tapped my finger on the armrest again.
But there was a difference from before.
This ti, I didn’t hide my displeasure.
“…Please tell what you want.”
SoulQueens pleaded, watching my reaction.
Therefore…
“I don’t want anything from you.”
I spoke clearly, as if she didn’t understand.
“And I’m not afraid of you.”
At least on the surface.
Would I have been this aggressive if I was even slightly concerned about making an enemy out of the managent team? I must seem like an uncontrollable madman to them.
So…
“I’ll ask you one last ti.”
I asked SoulQueens again,
“Why should I?”
“Th, that’s…”
Of course, she couldn’t answer.
After all, everyone she had dealt with had their own desires. It was only natural for her to be speechless when she encountered soone who didn’t want anything and wasn’t even afraid of threats.
But…
“I…”
…she was a clever woman.
Threats didn’t work, and I didn’t even want anything.
I was just enjoying this punishnt.
How could she persuade soone like that?
She finally reached an answer after a long contemplation.
To give up on persuasion.
And…
“I was… wrong…”
…to beg for rcy.
The last resort of a powerless person.
“Please… forgive …”
“It seems like that stupid woman has finally realized her place. Pfft.”
SoulQueens ignored Clown’s mockery and lowered her head, just like I had told Stag Antlers to do.
And she looked up at and spoke with difficulty,
“I’ll never… disobey you again… So please… forgive for my mistake today…”
Honestly, I was impressed.
I didn’t expect her to be this humble. Was it that shocking to know that I knew their identities?
“…….”
“…….”
The other mbers were just watching and SoulQueens, their mouths shut.
They were curious about whether I would accept her apology.
‘That’s enough hierarchy establishnt…’
I looked down at SoulQueens and said,
“That’s better.”
Yes, that’s it.
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“Queen’s nickna is SoulQueens. And I won’t tell you SoulQueens’s real na.”
I ended my turn and received a green light.
“Phew…”
The mbers all sighed in relief, the tension lifting.
SoulQueens was the sa.
“Thank… you…”
She thanked , as if she was peeling off her own skin. I didn’t answer, and an awkward silence followed.
Stag Antlers cautiously broke the silence.
“…What about the eting? Are we going to continue?”
The second round had ended with my turn.
We usually went for four or five rounds, but it wasn’t strange to end it here.
Then what would they decide?
“I, I’m done…”
SoulQueens, who had been scolded earlier, spoke cautiously, watching my reaction.
It seed like she would stay if I told her to…
But it wouldn’t change anything if she was the only one left.
“Then… I’m done too…”
Goblin, who had received two red lights and barely managed to pass this round, declared his withdrawal, and the eting naturally ca to an end.
‘Damn it, it’s over already…’
It was a bit disappointing that the Round Table, which I had returned to after two years and six months, ended after just two rounds, but it couldn’t be helped.
‘Well, at least I showed my face today. They’ll bring sothing more interesting next month.’
“…Pfft, then let’s all prepare more diligently for next month. Ah, of course, assuming Lion cos back!”
Clown glanced at as he spoke to the other mbers.
It was a bit cute.
He really wanted to ask if I was coming back next month.
Swoosh.
I left the Round Table without answering his question.
And…
“Phew…”
…I lay down on the bed as soon as I returned to Lee Hansu’s room, taking a deep breath.
I was exhausted, perhaps because of the killing intent I had used earlier.
‘I’m going to sleep like a log until tomorrow evening.’
Of course, that was my future self. My current self started working.
First, organize the information.
‘I made a scene today, so no one will suspect that I’m Bjorn Yandel for now…’
I replayed the events of the Round Table.
My coback performance seed successful, but it wasn’t perfect. After all, I couldn’t stay hidden forever.
‘They’ll start suspecting again as soon as they find out I’m alive.’
Of course, I had a few ways to deal with that.
I had gained several trump cards during my ti travel.
‘I’ll think about that later…’
There was sothing more important.
No, honestly, I almost had a ntal breakdown because of it.
[The original source was Misha Kaltstein, that woman.]
Misha Kaltstein.
Why did she spread that rumor…
[It’s the sa thing. She’s one of Lee Baekho’s companions now.]
…and how did she beco Lee Baekho’s companion?
I couldn’t connect the dots, no matter how hard I tried.
But if I had to guess…
[Lee Baekho has the Stone of Resurrection.]
…that seed to be the key.
For example, maybe Misha had joined forces with Lee Baekho to bring back to life.
‘…Is that just wishful thinking?’
Damn it, if only he had sent back a year earlier.
The gap of two years and six months felt huge, and my frustration grew.
But what could I do?
‘Anyway, if Misha’s goal is to bring back to life… what’s Lee Baekho’s goal?’
Well, I didn’t know.
I didn’t have enough information yet.
I hadn’t spent much ti talking to Lee Baekho, and we were both from Korea.
And we had never had a sincere conversation.
‘…I’ll think about that after I find out more about Lee Baekho.’
I closed my eyes and continued organizing my thoughts.
The GM, Auril Gabis, Alia, Noark, the royal family, and so on. I had countless things to think about.
“…….”
After brainstorming for a while, I sat back down at the computer and continued browsing the forums.
After so ti…
‘I thought the GM or SoulQueens would send a ssage, but there’s nothing.’
I moved the cursor.
I didn’t think I would find anything important even if I continued browsing, and it was almost ti for the community to close.
Click.
The screen flashed as I clicked the logout button, and then darkness enveloped .
A bedroom with all the windows boarded up, not a single ray of moonlight entering.
“Hehe, you’re awake…”
Erwen was looking down at .
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Erwen Fornachi di Tersia.
The current Pureblood and the contractor of the Spirit King.
She had been bestowed with the ‘Sacred Tree Bow’, a fairy treasure, and had beco one of the Seven Strengths, earning the nickna ‘Blood Spirit Marquis’ for her achievents in the war.
And…
[Pfft, what the hell is that crazy woman planning?]
[Well, there’s going to be another bloodbath.]
…the only one among my companions who had dedicated everything to avenging .
[No matter what anyone says, you’re Bjorn Yandel to .]
The one who said it didn’t matter if I was an evil spirit.
But I couldn’t feel grateful or touched by her devotion.
It was too much.
Then why was she so obsessed with ?
At first, I thought it was because of her Obsession stat.
Goblin Archer, Steel Hill Chaser, Cannibal.
All three essences she had absorbed had the ‘Obsession’ stat.
And her sister’s death might have acted as a trigger.
But…
“Mister… do you want to go for a walk? The, the moon is beautiful tonight…”
…that was Erwen from two years and six months ago.
She had already replaced most of her essences, receiving generous support from her tribe.
The problem was that the new essences weren’t that great.
Patrol Golem Ertes from the Golem Island on the 6th floor.
45 Defense chanism.
Kalban, a wolf monster with the unique characteristic of not attacking during the day, but attacking first at night.
30 Impulse and 30 Distrust.
24 Possessiveness from the 4th-grade monster, tcrow, and -30 Control and 40 Deficiency from the other two essences.
They weren’t stats that would cause serious ntal problems individually, but it was only natural for them to affect her real life when combined.
So I had been trying to avoid provoking her after realizing that.
Things could get out of hand if she snapped.
Right, that’s what I had been doing.
But…
“Ah, right…! I bought you a necklace… If you wear this, I can always know where you are—”
…I couldn’t avoid it forever.
This wasn’t my style.
Thud.
I swatted her hand away.
“…Huh?”
Erwen looked surprised.
“Mi, mister… are you… angry? Why…?”
She looked around nervously, trying to find the reason for my sudden change.
“Co to think of it… there was… a loose plank in the living room…”
I had almost ripped it off because I was feeling suffocated.
But did she interpret it differently?
“Alia Rainwales. That woman, right…? She was here, wasn’t she? That’s why you’re…”
Erwen started rambling, her body trembling.
Her eyes were filled with killing intent.
Honestly, it was terrifying.
But…
“Alia wasn’t here.”
…so what?
I couldn’t run away just because I was scared.
When I was falsely accused and imprisoned in the guild’s basent.
When I encountered the Dragonslayer in Lalkas’s Maze.
And even during the Noark War, which earned the title of ‘Giant’.
I survived because I always faced my problems head-on.
Therefore…
“Why… why are you still calling her by her na?”
…I answered without hesitation.
“Because she’s my companion.”
Erwen’s response ca after a brief pause.
“…Th, that’s… I, I told you I would be here for you, that you don’t need her anymore…!”
Right, she did say that.
But…
“Why are you the one who decides that?”
“Th, that’s…”
Erwen was speechless.
I didn’t feel sorry for her.
I spoke naturally, as if I was still wearing the Lion mask.
“How dare you.”
“……!”
Erwen’s eyes widened.
I activated my dormant muscles.
After all, what else could she do in her unstable ntal state?
“…Who are you?”
“I’m Bjorn Yandel.”
“Li, liar… you’re an evil spirit…”
A black aura started emanating from Erwen’s body.
It was the darkness spirit she had mastered.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
My heart pounded, sensing danger.
Although I was prepared, the pressure was still significant.
But I reminded myself.
‘Who am I?’
A barbarian warrior who had overco countless hardships.
Giant, Bjorn, son of Yandel.
The only player who cleared the original difficulty.
The absolute ruler of the Round Table with a lion’s heart.
Clench.
My chest swelled with courage as I recalled my identity.
So before this feeling faded…
“It, it’s not too late, so tell now. Th, that you made a mistake while you were asleep—”
“Erwen Fornachi di Tersia.”
…I said,
“There’s sothing wrong with your head.”
Right, if there’s a problem, we have to fix it.
“Just attack .”
In the way I knew best.
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