Only the Party Members Returned, Not the Hero

20. The Unforgiving Saint (4)

20.

The sun shines its light on the Errantera Temple first.

The sunlight illuminates the elder’s office sacredly through the colorfully translucent glass windows.

A golden engraving was engraved on the glass window.

Because the goddess is always watching over us, act without shame.

Every time Darhan saw it, he thought it was an idiot, and poured light pink liquor into an empty glass held out in front of him.

The glass that touches your lips, the lychee acidic peach wine that passes between the gaping lips.

“Hey, hey, Captain of the Knights. I really like drinking in the morning. Because when you drink something sweet, you feel good, and when you feel good, your faith deepens. Oh what the f*ck….”

Raihandro, who was leaning back on his desk in the office, threw the triangular pyramid-shaped badge of eldership that had been getting in the way of his butt onto the chair.

Raihandro rubs his ass with a sigh and hands Darhan the glass he drank from.

“Would you like a drink? Probably only a handful of commoners have tasted the finest peach wine from Richie. Even if it was stolen.”

“I am fine.”

“Really? Then don’t.”

Clap clack.

A small amount of peach wine quickly disappears behind Raihandro’s throat.

The sweet smell of alcohol began to surround the room.

“Come on.”

Rai Handro suddenly opened his arms toward the ornate glass window and looked at Dar Han.

“What do you think? Look at this beautiful scenery. Do you really feel that the goddess is watching you?”

“I don’t know much about religion. Don’t you know?”

“Well, there’s no way that a commoner, a bald brat, knows much about religion.”

Darhan’s gaze turns to Raihandro.

Rayhandro’s gaze also turned to Darhan.

He giggled again.

“Ah, these eyes. I like you Darhan. I respect people like you who live as they please, regardless of what they say. Really. Sometimes…. You think you’re a better person than me, stuck in an office like this.”

“… No.”

“No, you are a driven person. That’s why I gave him a title and made him a knight commander. Do you remember our first meeting? What was your name then? Encyclopedia of pigs?”

“This is Derek Lexter.”

“Ah, Lexter. North Lexter. That sick bastard. He should have been quietly stuck in the northern region, but he started a war to get religious freedom and ended up being half an idiot to the Knights of Erantel. Give me that.”

Raihandro snatched Darhan’s bottle of peach wine and tried to fill his own glass, but then pushed his glass away with the head of his bottle and picked up his bottle and began to drink.

Dogeureuk, rattle.

The sound of glass rubbing against wood.

Raihandro stood up from his desk with a bottle of wine in his mouth and walked in front of a large map hanging on one side of the wall.

Mulberry.

The bottle falls off the lips.

“You are very smart. At that young age, he thought of throwing a groan at the clerk of the school of bravery, and he was not as brave as that. Let’s see…. The school of warriors is here.”

The end of the bottle marks the center of the map.

The spilled alcohol left a small footprint on the map.

“Because this is where Mr. Lexter used to live, in terms of distance…. It’s a month away. Even if it’s the street, I picked the man who was terribly mentally ill and the most difficult to identify.”

The tip of the bottle marks the top of the map.

“That’s too much praise.”

Derek Lexter, no, Darhan.

Secretly used the surname of a fallen nobleman during the entrance exam for warriors, and won against all the nobles who were pointed out as his opponents in his entrance training.

And then it disappeared.

I thought that a commoner would not be able to become a hero anyway.

The news that the son of a fallen nobleman won a victory against the son of all the powerful people in the kingdom became quite a hot topic, and the clerk of the school of warriors sent a letter to the Lexter family in the northern border to confirm his identity. Only.

North Rexter, who participated in the war, only received a reply saying that he had died five years ago after looking at something in vain.

It was three years before Ellen entered the academy for the brave.

“So, Darhan.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to use that ‘propulsion’ of yours again. Are you okay?”

If the words “Is it okay?” Come out of his mouth.

Darhan knew that it was not a request.

“Just give me your orders, Elder.”

So I bowed my head and expressed my allegiance to him.

Raihandro didn’t like it, but he was the fifth elder of the legitimate cult of Erantera anyway. He was, and he was, the only one with ambitions to take control of the Errantera religion.

To Darhan, Raihandro is a person with high utility value.

Like Darhan did to Raihandro.

“A letter has arrived saying that an expedition will soon arrive at the temple of Errantera. It looks like he wants to get a permit for subjugation. That’s the Pope’s jurisdiction, so I don’t have anything to say, but shouldn’t we at least take this opportunity to clearly figure out who’s behind EL?”

A nearly empty bottle of alcohol is placed on Darhan’s chest.

“Coax Ellen and get a sense of her skills. I heard that our saintess and I are not on good terms, but we must still be eating together….”

Raihandro’s hand tapped Darhan’s thick shoulder.

“You should know how to bake and boil.”

***

And after a few days, Darhan faced Ellen.

It was below expectations.

It was the same with the clothes, the momentum that came out, and the news from fairly credible sources.

After graduating from a warrior school, he didn’t engage in sparring, he didn’t participate in monster subjugation, and he hadn’t made any achievements in war anywhere.

It was to the point that no one saw him wielding his sword properly.

Although he is said to have won the top rank in the school of bravery, he has defeated the famous Tania Ergenyuk.

I also found out through Raihandro that Tania Ergenuk has a chronic illness, and the graduation grades from the academy of warriors also contain a share of the written exam.

As for whether his skill is really worthy of a hero.

In fact, most reviews were negative.

To judge that because he was a commoner, he was put down.

Even to Darhan, a commoner from the same family, Ellen seemed quite unsatisfied.

It was the same when he was sipping water like alcohol and giggling.

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Still, since Darhan had orders from Raihandro, he agreed to speak with him.

“It is an honor to meet you, warrior.”

“I don’t think it’s such an honor, but be honest. It’s okay.”

Ellen’s voice answered right away.

A foolish bastard.

Darhan said without losing his composure.

“Even if it wasn’t an honor, I was curious. What did the rumored warrior who was chosen by the goddess look like?”

Ellen looked at herself and gulped down the glass she was holding in her hand.

Then he rubs the rim of the empty glass with his index finger.

Hoohh, ohhhhh.

The water glass vibrates, and a frivolous sound like a wide flute is heard.

After neglecting her for a while, Ellen put her water glass down with her legs crossed.

“What it looks like, it must look like a human. I was also a little curious about what the commander of the knights of knights ranks like, but he looks like an ordinary person.”

“People like us may look ordinary, but we are not ordinary.”

“Looking at it now, it seems like that again. I’m not an ordinary person, I’m talking kindly at a party… It seems to resemble the chirping aristocrats again. Maybe it’s because it looks classy.”

Darhan stares at Ellen as she retorts her nonchalantly.

“I don’t think you know much about the life of an aristocrat.”

Ellen smirks and laughs and flirts with Darhan.

“That’s why I often hear that he is a bit more manly than nobles.”

Provocation.

Taunt again.

Darhan wanted to punch Ellen, who was hanging by the tail of her horse.

She wanted to turn the thick features into an asshole with a cheeky grin.

It went well.

In this way, if Ellen scratches her and awakens her will to fight, on the contrary, she will gladly accept even if she himself asks him to fight her.

Even a hero would not want to be stigmatized for running away at the knight commander’s request for sparring.

On the contrary, I was worried about how to deal with someone who was too polite, but it was a useless worry.

Dar Han grinned, showing his teeth.

Ellen looked at him with a look that said, “Why is that bastard laughing and f*cking?”

“Hero, if you don’t mind.”

Darhan said while stroking the handle of the sword strapped to his waist.

“Can you teach me?”

Let’s go head-to-head.

Ellen replied happily, smiling as if she had waited.

“I don’t like it?”