Raising Paladins

Episode 10. Tira’s Homemade Lemon Tea (5)

the next morning.

“Whoa… … .”

Carl wakes up at dawn and finishes meditating.

He wiped the waste from his body with a towel.

“It’s quite a lot.”

I don’t know how I became homeless in my 20s.

Anyway, this newly acquired body was quite poor.

Besides, all these wastes… … .

He only used the small divine power emitted from his heart.

The bad things that had been piling up all along came out.

It’s probably because I picked up food waste on the street and ate it.

I wouldn’t have exercised on time.

After wiping himself and his surroundings clean, Carl threw the towel into the laundry basket.

“It’s worth seeing now.”

Carl looked around the room.

It’s only been a few days now.

The gloomy and dull hospital room has turned into an old-fashioned inn room.

Neatly folded clothes and towels.

Clean floors and ceilings stripped of cobwebs.

Tidy beds and bedding that make you want to throw yourself right in.

All of them were decorations that reflected the personality that likes neat and intuitive things.

‘It’s comfortable here too, because I’m not disturbed.’

I don’t like the word ‘high-risk paranoid’ written on the nameplate.

But thanks to that, no one gets in the way of the knife, so that’s fine.

Tumble, Tumble.

The first place Carl headed was the place where there was a sacred tree sapling in the courtyard.

“… … .”

Carl knelt down in front of the sapling and briefly greeted him.

I looked around the seedlings.

A broken sapling twig entered Carl’s gaze.

‘It’s enough if it’s that thick.’

A tree branch that is approximately the size of a grown man’s forearm in length and thickness.

The knife that picked it up looked at the dagger he had brought with him in the room.

It was a small dagger I had lent to Tira yesterday.

***

“Seed.”

“Yes, knight!”

“Come to me.”

“yes!”

The next destination was the well in the backyard of the temple.

Daryl, who was washing bedding for the sick in the morning, came running quickly.

“Is it worth it?”

Carl asked, perched on a rock in the backyard.

Daryl scratched the back of his head and said.

“It’s nice that there are no bedbugs on the bedding. The place I used to live in was a bit dirty… … .”

“Cleanliness is very important. Keep your bedding clean so that there are no bedbugs in the future.”

“Yes, knight.”

“by the way.”

Sweep!

Carl pulled out the dagger that had been stuck in his waist.

“omg!”

Daryl stepped back in surprise.

Seeing that, Carl smiled.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. A knight never harms his seed.”

“… … yes.”

“What place were you in the previous mob group? Those Hanson gangsters.”

“I was second.”

“It was a fairly high axis.”

“It wasn’t anything special, I just took care of my younger siblings and went to help them after a fight.”

“Right. How much money did you take away from the merchants in the market? There must be a fixed monthly fee.”

“I received 50% of the profit that month.”

“what?!”

Carl stood up.

“Those thugs! You stole 50%?! Even the lord who rules the region won’t take that much!”

“That, that’s not what I meant to do. Brother Hanson told me to do so… … .”

“The trash and the thing next to the trash are dirty! Meet me and be grateful for being a servant of the temple!”

Daryl shuddered as Carl swung his dagger through the air.

‘It’s enough to lift a wooden stick, but if you use a real sword… … Ugh!’

Peters washing clothes at the well.

Their hands washing bedding became faster.

It was after hearing Carl’s raised voice.

Barack! Barack!

‘Don’t look over there! Focus on the laundry!’

‘My collarbone hurts if there’s a spark!’

‘scared… … .’

The Peters who talked with their eyes.

Washing bedding like crazy.

By then, Carl had calmed down a little and put his butt back on the rock.

Tok, tok.

The branches of the sapling, carelessly pruned with a dagger, formed a certain shape in an instant.

Daryl gulped as he saw that! swallowed

‘wooden sword!’

That’s definitely a wooden sword!

A pinning bluntly protruding from the end of the handle and a crossguard extending sideways from the grip.

The elongated and nimble figure extending above it was clearly a wooden longsword.

‘Oh my god… … !’

Who else are you going to hit!

It was a knife that used to perform mysterious skills with just a wooden stick with branches cut off.

But what if you wield a wooden longsword that was not assembled but carved out of a whole tree?

Probably only a company of troops would be able to subdue this monster.

No, maybe it was more than that.

“Can you recognize this?”

“Mo, isn’t it a wooden sword? Knight?”

“Your servant has quite a keen eye. Didn’t you say your name was Daryl?”

“… … yes.”

“With this wooden sword, I will destroy the group of mobs. It must be more meaningful since it is a wooden sword made from a sacred tree sapling. In my previous life, I saved many dead people with a wooden sword made of divine wood.”

boom- boom-

The knife swung the shape of a wooden sword to check its weight.

Seeing that, Daryl thought.

‘crazy… … !’

When Daryl heard that Carl was a former life and that he was a dead man, he was relieved.

He said he was a terrible delusionist, but it seems to be true.

‘If a madman is good at fighting, there’s no answer… … .’

If it was just a delusion, I would have laughed.

The problem was the ominous feeling that if Carl started swinging the wooden sword, he would surely achieve his will.

And the target of that relief is probably… … .

‘Brother Hanson! Dodge quickly! This guy is crazy!’

Although he was a gangster, he still had his own loyalty.

In the meantime, we ate quite a lot of bread together.

In the end, Hanson is also a human being who takes money back from his subordinates to satisfy his self-interest.

Still, whenever there was a big fight, he took the lead and led the gang.

It was Daryl who prayed that he would cross the Jordan River smoothly.

Tok, tok!

A knife that he used to carve trees to make weapons in case of emergency in his previous life.

On the battlefield, that kind of thing happens all the time.

That’s why, if you have a dagger and good wood, making a weapon is not a chore.

“hmm.”

A wooden longsword that took shape in an instant.

Carl smiled happily.

‘Now I just need to polish it.’

A pinning that comes out bluntly at the end of the grip (handle).

This part is useful when taking a picture of an enemy’s cobweb wearing a thick helmet.

To inflict damage by striking an opponent who cannot be subdued by slashing.

Cross guards on both sides from the handle (a device that prevents your hands from slipping and getting cut by the blade)!

Here, the lengths of both sides are deliberately different to make it possible to show improvisation in an emergency situation.

The most important blade there!

People usually think of a longsword as a double-edged sword, but that is only half true.

Professional swordsmen distinguish the two sides of a longsword as long-edge and short-edge.

The long-edge is the front blade that mainly cuts the opponent, and the short-edge is the back blade.

What difference does this make?

The long edge, the front edge, is sharpened, and the short edge, the back edge, is sharpened relatively blunt, so it is used to block powerful attacks.

‘That way I can use it much longer.’

Novice knights put into the battlefield for the first time sharpen both sides of their longsword like crazy.

Then, when colliding with a blunt steel sword wielded by a skeleton soldier, KANG! And it breaks, and the head is also squeezed together.

‘Of course, since it’s a wooden sword, I don’t need excessive details.’

Still, since it was the first weapon I made after being reincarnated, I decided to put a lot of effort into it.

I’ll have to use it for a while until I get the real sword.

“Seed.”

Carl, who was happily sharpening his wooden sword, looked at Daryl.

“This is the last question of the day. What is your goal in life?”

“Mo, what is your goal? There is nothing like that… … .”

“He was just a mob living day to day. Then I will give you a goal from now on.”

“yes… … .”

A life of being kidnapped and sucking poopy diapers anyway.

“What could be worse?” he replied roughly.

However, an unexpected answer came back.

“First of all, be a good seed. After that, I will teach swordsmanship to those who have the qualifications.”

“What, swordsmanship?”

snap!

Daryl’s ears stood up like rabbits.

Not only that, but also Peter, who was washing clothes by the well.

I was eavesdropping on this conversation with my ears perked up.

“Yes. If you learn from me, you will be able to live confidently anywhere in the empire. Of course, this will only be said after satisfying all the conditions I asked for.”

“Swordsmanship… … we?”

Swordsmanship, the exclusive property of the sons of nobles!

To Daryl’s gang, who were already orphans at birth, swordsmanship is a story from another country.

It definitely exists, but you can’t catch it.

The laws of the Cron Empire were very strict, so unless you were a nobleman or a nobleman with qualifications, you could not recklessly practice the sword.

What if you secretly learn swordsmanship and get caught?

be severely punished for treason.

Orphans like Daryl and sons of farmers never even dreamed of swordsmanship.

“But won’t I get caught?”

Concerned, Daryl asked cautiously.

Swordsmanship training is incomparable to ripping off protection fees in the market!

Since they are friendly with the Meirium police force and Hanson’s gang, the Central Army could be dispatched if the situation becomes serious.

Carl, who was checking the balance by supporting the middle of the wooden sword with his fingers, said.

“Of course, since you are not sons of nobles or prestigious families, it is illegal. But even ordinary people have a way to learn swordsmanship. It is to become a battle priest.”

“A battle fuse?”

The organizational system of the priesthood was largely divided into three branches.

Battle Fuze, Healing Fuze, Research Fuze.

Healing priests literally take care of the sick and heal wounded soldiers.

Sometimes there are warlord healing priests who directly participate in the war and heal or bless soldiers on the battlefield.

Next, the research priest studies theology and is in charge of the administration of each branch temple.

So, in terms of the Merium branch, the healing priest was Tira, and the research priest was Clemens and Eric.

Finally, the battle fuse.

“Once a battle priest is commissioned, he is in charge of the sacred security of the assigned area. The mission is to exterminate the undead awakened by the dead, reclusive witch doctors, and evil warlocks in the area called Holy Police. Such battle priests learn a slightly different skill from the swordsmanship that knights learn in academies. It is ‘s*x swordsmanship’. And holy swordsmanship is not restricted by imperial law. It’s something you can learn too. Sergeant, do you understand what I am saying?”

“Are you saying that even orphans like us can become battle priests? Can you live a normal life without doing bad things?”

“of course. God does not accept people by their birth background. With faith and will, anyone can become a servant of God. From the battle fuse to the paladin!”

A sword that lifts a roughly balanced longsword high into the air.

It was a task to check the sharpness of the tip of the longsword blade, but somehow it felt like a picture to Daryl.

A paladin inspecting his weapons under the scorching morning sun!

And hope that you can be like that too!

Daryl dropped to his knees involuntarily.

“Go, teach me! Knight!”

“Teach me! We want to become battle fuses too!”

“I want to become a paladin!”

Even Peter, who had come running, knelt before Carl.

Carl exclaimed with a smile.

“The will of your servants is imaginary! I’ll be watching over the next week! If you faithfully fulfill your servant duty for a week, I will give you a chance!”

“Ohhh-!”

It was as if a new religion had been born.