I’m not going to die

37 – The Devil’s Curse (2)

“What would you like to eat?”

The menu was more varied than expected, so I had no idea what to eat.

It’s not the first time I’ve tried a drink called coffee, but I’m going to tell you about the return of being pickled in madness, and the taste will be different from now.

They wore clothes that revealed their individuality, making their beauty shine a little more.

Bethia usually wears priestly clothes and wears everyday clothes, so it was the most contrasting, and Fran wore a cute outfit just like her style.

Raeliya, like her personality that hates being stuffy, came out wearing shorts with short sleeves.

While looking at fashion, Bessia recommended a menu.

“Try the espresso.”

“Bocchan, you wrote that a lot… . town!”

“Do you believe in it and try it?”

Caron tried to say something, but Raeli, who was next to her, overpowered Caron.

…that’s why Caron will choke to death Raeli.

Seeing that even the Franc, which is likely to overflow due to its rich knowledge of coffee, is quiet, is it some kind of conspiracy?

“…try it.”

“Excellent choice.”

Still, it’s a coffee that’s proudly on the menu, but it’s not like you can’t drink it at all.

The order was finished, so I decided to say what I wanted to say.

There were many things to ask Bessia.

“How much do you know about the hero?”

“yes? Is that as far as others know?”

“Then can you tell us how warriors are chosen and how they are trained?”

The reason for asking about the hero was simple.

Until the time when the royal family collapsed, the hero trusted the royal family.

You must also know that the crown prince drove the test takers into the woods when many people died.

But don’t you doubt

There must be a reason.

Whether it’s brainwashing or the royal family presenting a valid reason, one of the various reasons.

“First of all, a hero is chosen according to an oracle, and he is educated in the church from a young age, and besides, this great hero is also an orphan, so the church will be like his home to the hero?”

As expected, with this structure, the hero would have trusted or relied heavily on the church.

Since I grew up in the church since I was young, there are also childcare workers who are almost like parents in the church, so it’s really natural.

Even with this structure, if the church had been faithful, there wouldn’t have been a big problem.

…But the church now was suspicious.

If you see that the church doesn’t show much reaction even though Bishop Levega is actively showing his will to dig up ambrosia, it means that something is rotting from the inside.

The church and the royal family may have colluded, or in the worst case, made a deal with the demon king.

Thus, the warrior may have trusted the royal family by following the words of the corrupt church.

“Coffee is here.”

The waiter put down the coffee and desserts we ordered.

One peculiar fact was that while the other girls were served coffee in very large cups, I was served coffee in very small cups.

So, is this espresso?

I took a sip, feeling the eyes of the people around me filled with anticipation.

Hurup-

And frowned.

Isn’t this coffee and not poison?

I just wrote dirty.

When I asked why he was recommending something like this and put on a disgruntled expression, Bessia smiled.

“Pu-fu-fu-hip, how are you? Doesn’t it taste good?”

“It’s not a matter of taste, is it okay to eat this?”

“For beginners, this would be better. Drink it.”

Then Fran held out the coffee he was drinking.

Whipped cream was also on top, and it was a drink that looked sweet.

I sucked it with a straw and ate it, and the taste of the sweet grains coming up from the bottom was exquisite.

When I returned the drink to Fran, her face was subtly red.

…You said you drank through a straw?

I don’t really understand well.

“It is delicious.”

“Shall I make a new one with it? You have a lot of money right now.”

Raeli glanced at the check she received from the swordsman.

Yes, I had a lot of money.

It was a lot of money for one student to hold.

Fran, who witnessed Raeli’s overspending, immediately launched a concentrated attack.

“Didn’t you say that you added it to the house?”

“Hmm, hmm, I sent half of it, and I’ll use the half for living expenses.”

“It is reckless to spend money that could be used to buy a house for living expenses… . So will you be a great person?”

“I’m going to spend my money on my own?!”

While watching the two of them fight, I slowly thought about my future plans.

Two things are most important.

First, I must reach transcendence.

The minimum standard for killing the Demon King.

If there was only a problem, before the return, if the whole body was in rags and reached with various expedients, devil’s contracts, and shamanic powers, now I couldn’t use that method.

So, if possible, it is right to step on the stairs step by step.

There are two paths given to me, the way of the warlock and the way of the wizard.

However, one cannot confidently become a black magician in front of a hero who hates black magicians.

Right now, I can make excuses because I am a half black magician who uses only the magic of a dagger, but if I create a circle filled with demonic energy in my body, it will be the end of it.

Then become a wizard?

Indeed, it was the first time I walked, but there were many advantages to starting with knowing the extreme of reaching the peak of a wizard.

Becoming a wizard was also an attractive option for me.

If there’s one problem, it’s that you can’t use black magic the moment you choose that path.

One of the strongest powers is cut off.

If only I could solve this problem, I would count mana circles on my body without worrying, but it is a really difficult problem.

And secondly.

It is the strength of the warrior.

It is only natural for an ordinary hero to become a transcendent.

Receiving the Holy Sword is the starting point.

That’s why we have to stop him from being bestowed with the holy sword.

It’s not easy at all.

I wondered if I would rather kill the warrior.

It didn’t make any sense.

Because the demon king has the power called the ‘unwritten rule’ that allows him to ignore the rules of his scale.

If the hero dies and the demon king is in danger of being killed by the scale, all he has to do is use that authority.

In addition, even if the hero’s transcendence was blocked in any way, there were many problems after that.

If the hero can’t even transcend, who will catch the Demon King’s army officers?

The hero’s companions had to catch it, but it wasn’t easy with the existing power alone.

If this is a young Transcendentalist who has just transcended, the Demon King’s Army executive has been a rotten and seasoned Transcendentalist for 100 years.

So, we need to strengthen our power more.

The promising players who survived this time came to mind.

All of them have considerable talent.

The courage to grab and catch a high-ranking demon with his body was also worth considering.

There must have been a reason why the demon king was trying to kill more than half of them.

Definitely worth growing.

shudder-

I drank all the coffee right away because I was in such anguish.

Of course, I drank all the coffee I ordered.

The espresso was left in the corner, cold.

Bessia stood up and said.

“Then let’s go somewhere else!”

“Is there anywhere I can go?”

“Isn’t the academy right next to the Holy Land? Everything is set up so that students can have fun.”

Laughing so, Bessia jumped up and tried to leave the cafe.

…how else do you know that?

Is it true that a priest who lives asceticly for the rest of his life is right?

“I don’t know where the skills I always escaped from the church and went out to play are going?”

“Don’t you think that’s something to brag about?”

“If I told the other priests, they would envy you?”

Saying that, I followed Bessia, who was about to leave.

Of course, I was still in bad shape, so I needed someone to support me.

That’s normal, but it’s normal for Caron to do it.

Even Fran and Raeli rushed here.

“Fran, are you saying Argal is uncomfortable because you are short?”

“Ugh, would you like to stop attacking other people’s weaknesses?”

“…I’ll just take care of it. young master.”

Among the women fighting seemingly meaningless battles, in the end, it was Caron who won the authority to support me.

When I went out of the store like that, just in time, the rain was pouring and pouring.

Bessia was staring blankly at the rain shower pouring down from the sky.

Fran looks at the rain as she holds on to the brim of her witch’s hat, assuming that she can’t leave her witch’s hat on even if she wears casual clothes.

“Was it raining today?”

“Ah, I didn’t buy an umbrella. Shall we just get along?”

“…There is a patient here. What will you do if you catch a cold in the rain?”

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Just because it’s raining, will you catch a cold or catch a cold?

I can’t promise because my body is so weak.

Frank throws himself outside where the rain is falling confidently.

“I’ll just buy an umbrella for you!”

“Fran, it’s raining. Will you be okay?”

“This is a waterproof hat!”

…That hat is more versatile than I thought.

“I’m coming too!”

“Raeli, you don’t have a waterproof hat or anything like that.”

“it’s okay! It’s not okay to run fast!”

…Raeli ran out with such a bizarre logic.

“I-I’ll go too!”

Besides, even Caron ran out to buy an umbrella.

While watching the three girls who had already moved far away, Bethia made a strange noise.

Staring at the still pouring rain, she let out a worry that usually had nothing to do.

“Something is wrong.”

“Is it ominous?”

Bethia looked away.

No matter where you look, dark clouds have covered everything around the academy.

Even when the field of view turned to other places, there was no place where it was not raining.

“…It’s just a hunch I feel as a priest.”

“Isn’t that kind of intuition felt by no one other than Margie?”

“Is it because it’s a little like Magi?”

Bessia turned her eyes to me as if wondering.

She came over to me and stuck her nose out to smell it.

“I don’t think it smells like magic from you, does it?”

“…it deserves it.”

The entire time I was down, I had no use of black magic, so the faint scent of magic that drifted through my body had evaporated.

However, Bessia smiled and took out something that wasn’t Magi.

“But does it smell different?”

…Fragrance to my body.

Had I been washing so well?

Bessia, who had quietly approached her side, was supposed to calm down her anxiety.

I smelled that scent several times.