Chapter 145: Land of Fighters (3)
The Regressor and the Blind Saint
༺ Land of Fighters (3) ༻
A few days had passed since the arrival of the twins.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
In front of the dormitories, the group, now ready to leave, stood before a carriage and bid farewell to those remaining.
Renee was the first person to speak. She spoke in a small voice as she hugged Theresa tightly.
âThen, Iâll see you next time. It will be in the Holy Kingdom, right?â
âYes. Iâll be resigning as a Professor this year.â
Theresa brushed the back of Reneeâs hand as she answered.
Theresa felt a brief flicker of concern as she watched Renee, who was about to embark on another challenging journey, but she quickly pushed it away and added a few words of encouragement.
Renee was now a proud Saint that could manage herself without worrying others, so Theresa thought that it would be nothing but nagging if she were to worry.
âYou should always put your health first. If thereâs something wrong, make sure to tell him.â
âYou too, Lady Theresa. Take care not to get hurt or sick.â
âOf course, wellâ¦â
After briefly embracing Renee, Theresa pulled back slightly and looked at her innocent face before speaking mischievously.
âDonât be too clingy. Thereâs nothing less attractive than a clingy woman.â
She spoke softly so that only Renee could hear her. Though her words were cryptic, Renee clearly understood what she meant.
It was about her relationship with Vera.
Reneeâs face turned red, and she lightly nodded her head.
âOkayâ¦â
Theresa giggled and stroked Reneeâs head as she answered very timidly. Then, Veraâs voice rang out.
âThen, weâll see you again in the future.â
A scowl crossed Theresaâs face as she felt the stiffness in his voice.
Naturally, it was because of Veraâs credibility, which had hit rock bottom.
âWhat should I do with that bratâ¦?â
Will he take the Saint there safely? Will he break her heart?
While those thoughts raced through her mind, Theresa sighed deeply, waved her hand, then spoke.
âGo now. You might end up camping out if it gets too late. Donât make the Saint sleep out in the street or anything like that.â
ââ¦Yes.â
Vera tilted his head and answered Theresaâs sudden blunt comment.
The fact that he had already become a brat in Theresaâs eyes was something that Vera would never know.
***
The Cradle of the Dead was the second most notorious land among the many forbidden places on the continent.
The brutality of the land could be explained in a single sentence from an ancient text.
[If the living go, they will die alone. If the dead go, they will suffer eternal agony.]
Exactly as the sentence described, the Cradle of the Dead was a cursed land filled only with the lost souls of the deceased, not accepting any form of life.
If one were to ask why such a land had appeared on this continent, a hundred people would give the same answer.
âIt was because Maleus settled down in that land.â
It was Millerâs voice.
He was sitting cross-legged in the carriage as he continued the story of âMaleus, the King of Rotten Fleshâ.
âThere is a hypothesis that before civilization existed in the primordial times, the land must have been full of life. Well, itâs just a hypothesis.â
Millerâs accessories rattled as the carriage moved.
The old story, along with that steady beat, was a nice addition to break their boredom on this long journey which would last for another week.
â¦At least for now.
âThere are a lot of oddballs among the geologists. There were many who went in there alive to find out the secrets of the Cradle. They risked their lives to survey every part of the land and died after only sending their reports outside.â
âThat-thatâs amazing.â
âWell, it is. They found out quite a few of the Cradleâs secrets. And that it was because of Maleus that the land became like that.â
He looked enthusiastic, the complete opposite of what he was like during lectures.
He was so excited that it looked like his freckles were dancing.
A lot passed through Veraâs mind as he looked at him, but⦠he held it in.
It was because he knew that Miller was about to get to the point of the story.
âNow, this is why Iâm telling you this!â
As Vera had predicted, Miller loosened his legs and leaned forward.
He continued with a âgrinâ that made Vera want to punch him in the face.
âBecause that is precisely the part related to how to enter the Cradle of the Dead!â
âAh⦠the one where itâs because of Maleus that the Cradle is like that?â
âYes! Thatâs it! Think about it, if you put it differently, the Cradle of the Dead is Maleusâ land. In other words, entering without his permission is considered trespassing. What would you do if a stranger broke into your house, Saint?â
He suddenly asked, and Renee flinched in surprise as she answered.
âUh⦠Iâd ask them to leave?â
âHuh? Uhmâ¦â
Millerâs expression became strange. He was flustered because he did not expect her answer. Miller paused for a moment as he looked for the right words, and immediately turned towards Vera and asked.
âWhat about you, Sir Vera? What will you do?â
Vera looked at Miller with a sullen face and answered half-heartedly.
âIs there a reason to show any mercy to a robber? I donât think Iâll let them go safely.â
Millerâs face lit up at his answer.
âRight? I knew thatâs what you would say!â
He snapped his fingers, and Vera felt disgusted for some reason.
Undisturbed by Veraâs reaction, Miller continued.
âWell, going back to what I was talking about, thatâs it! The reason why no one has ever made it back alive from the Cradle of the Dead was because they entered Maleusâ house without permission. If we have his permission, we can enter the Cradle of the Dead!â
A strange look crossed Vera and Reneeâs faces. The only sound that filled the space was the creaking of the carriage as it bobbed up and down.
Then, Renee asked.
âUm, I donât quite understand⦠Maleus would be in the center of the Cradle of the Dead, so how do we get his permission?â
She asked because there was inconsistency in Millerâs statement.
Just as Miller was about to answer, Renee added another question.
âI mean, has that been verified? If that works, someone must have done that already.â
It was an obvious question.
Permission to enter can ensure a safe journey. If that were possible, wouldnât there have been at least one person in history who attempted it?
If so, then why was entering the Cradle of the Dead still prohibited?
Miller replied with a grin at Reneeâs question.
âIt wonât work, right? Who would do such a crazy thing? Itâs like saying, âI want to go into your houseâ to an ancient species.â
âWhatâ¦?â
âOkay, Saint.â
ââ¦Can you explain?â
âWe donât have to get his permission, right? Canât we take a little detour? For example, we can ask his neighbor and say, âPlease go ask your neighbor.ââ
Renee tilted her head.
She had no idea what Miller was talking about, so she just nodded her head in agreement.
Then, Miller giggled and added, enjoying Reneeâs reaction.
âWhatâs in front of the Cradle of the Dead?â
âThe Geinex Plains.â
âAnd who lives there?â
The Geinex Plains covered about a third of the east. When asked about who lived there, Renee gave the answer she knew.
ââ¦The orcs.â
A species of fighters. Warriors who never stop fighting. Because of them, the Geinex Plains were called the âLand of Fightersâ.
Near the Cradle was the Geinex Plains, the Land of the Orcs.
Miller clapped his hands and nodded at Reneeâs answer.
âExcellent.â
âNo, wellâ¦â
Renee scratched her cheek disheartedly, and Miller continued.
âWe are not getting the permission ourselves. We would just go there and ask the orcs for a favor.â
âHow?â
âIn the actual orc ritual culture, thereâs something like that. [Prove your fighting aura by going to the Cradle.]â
Only then did Vera and Renee understand him a little.
ââ¦Weâre going in the midst of the orcsâ coming of age ceremony.â
âYes, exactly. Orcs have access to the Cradle of the Dead. Itâs still proven by the fact that the ritual is still practiced. If it were impossible, such a culture wouldnât exist.â
Miller chuckled. He ended the long story as his jewelry clanked.
âNow, weâre going to meet the orcs. Letâs tell them, âWe want to participate in your ritual!ââ
***
The first day of their journey was coming to an end.
Fortunately, they were able to enter the city on time, and they headed to the largest inn to unpack and get something to eat.
On the largest table on the innâs first floor, sitting with her group, Renee suddenly felt strange.
âWe have more people now.â
Compared to when they first set off on their journey, the number of people had doubled.
It was strange to think that their party of four, including Vera, herself, Hela and Norn, had now grown to eight with Aisha, Miller and the twins.
A smile tugged at Reneeâs lips.
âThis feels nice.â
She smiled because she felt that it wasnât bad to travel with a lot of people.
While Renee was lost in those emotions, Aisha spoke.
âRenee!â
âYes?â
âCan I have your fish if youâre not going to eat it?â
âAh, sure.â
âThank you!â
Reneeâs mouth twitched into a big smile.
Aisha felt a little like a cat, or more like she sounded like a cat. Aishaâs excitement at the sight of the fish on the table made her feel ticklish on the inside.
However, it seemed that Vera did not find that pleasing, as he sternly spoke up while Aishaâs fork was about to reach Reneeâs plate.
âIs it right to touch other peopleâs food?â
âStupid Vera. Sloppy Vera. Blockhead Vera.â
âYouâ¦!â
There was tension between Vera and Aisha.
While Renee was caught between them, trying to mediate, the twins and Miller awkwardly confronted each other on the other side of the room.
After all, this was the first time they were properly introduced together.
They didnât get to greet each other at the Academy due to their schedule, and they didnât get to talk in the carriage.
Miller smiled and greeted the two big men, who appeared to be about his age.
âNice to meet you. Iâll be in your care from now on.â
âKrek is happy to meet you, too. The Professorâs hair is unique.â
âMarek is happy, too. But the Professorâs hair is strange.â
The twinsâ gazes turned to Millerâs curly red hair at the same time.
Miller thought, âWhy do I feel like weâre not on the same page?â
âAh, well⦠curly hair is not very common, huh?â
Millerâs thoughts were correct.
In fact, the twins werenât paying attention to him and were only looking at the first curly hair they had ever seen, not to mention the peculiar color.
âThe Professorâs hair looks like pubic hair.â
âItâs red. The Professor is aroused.â
Millerâs eyes trembled violently.
Born to an elite family where everyone was a scholar and surrounded by intellectuals all his life, Miller felt all his cognition and common sense crumble before the irrational monsters he had faced for the first time in his life.
Miller trembled, and his body jerked backwards.
The Paladin Norn, who was in full view of the three of them, as well as Vera and Aisha, who were having a war of nerves between Renee, felt drained already and sighed.
âTheresa⦠I canât do this.â
I donât know how to handle these people.
He was already missing the past few months when he was helping Theresa with her lectures at the Academy. His shoulders slumped in response to his emotions.
Hela, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder with an indifferent expression.
âCheer up. Father can do this.â
She said, as if it was none of her business.