Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

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A magic tool that can identify the souls of evil spirits?

Just a second ago, I never expected to be in this situation.

However… … .

‘No matter what happens, nothing changes.’

Erase questions for the sake of curiosity.

Does it sound like you know something?

Or is it really just a coincidence?

If you’re not sure, it’s probably best to assume the worst and act.

The old man is suspicious of me.

If so, what should I do right now?

“… Magic tool?”

He frowned and looked at the old man.

It was as if he was more concerned about the word magic tool, not evil spirits. As if the brief silence a while ago was all because of it.

“… It’s safe, right?”

I look forward with disbelief.

Because I am a barbarian ignorant of magic.

Because I’ve seen strange-looking magic tools countless times in Raven’s lab.

‘This is probably the right response.’

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So now it’s the old man’s turn to write.

“Hmm.”

The old man looked at me with meaningful eyes, and then opened his mouth with a different expression on his face.

“Heh heh, do you not believe me? I am the Master of the Artemis School?”

As I looked at it as if I had to say it, the old man clicked his tongue.

“Twitter, what does this friend think of me? Don’t worry. Aru will prove that the magic tool is harmless to the human body.”

“… Yeah? me?”

“It’s not that hard, is it?”

“Yeah, what… If it’s just to check what type of magic is in the magic tool… … .”

A barbarian who has been in a relationship with the Master of the School for 3 months.

It’s clear which Raven will take precedence, so that’s hard to believe.

However… … .

‘No matter what excuses you give, you’ll end up only passing through the best of luck.’

As I listened to their conversation, I was convinced.

I don’t know where the clue was left, but the old man is suspicious of me.

Fortunately, it does not appear to be at the stage of certainty.

If you see me trying to trick you with a magic tool that doesn’t exist.

‘maybe… There is no such magic tool.’

Erase anxiety and thoroughly rationalize the evidence.

A magic tool that detects evil spirits?

It hasn’t existed for thousands of years.

As civilization advances, it wouldn’t be strange if something like that one day appeared… … .

‘Still, it is nonsense that the original creator is this old man.’

The Artemis School is an orthodox wizarding school.

Rather than focusing on minor topics such as dimensions and spirits, he mainly conducts research such as creating new spells.

But does such a wizard make a demon reader?

‘If there was such a thing in the first place, I would have tricked him into sitting in front of a magic tool. I’m not thinking like this.’

Soon after, I made my final decision.

There is no demon reader.

The old man just wants to see my reaction.

therefore-,

“So what are you going to do? There will be no danger, and it will take very little time.”

“… How long will it take?”

“It should be about five minutes.”

“Zeep, that’s it.”

I accepted the old man’s offer.

It’s a little awkward, but as long as it ends quickly, there’s nothing bad about it.

But was my decision surprising?

“… Hey, are you really okay?”

On the contrary, an old man comes to me with a question.

A reaction that erases even the lingering anxiety.

I asked calmly.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?”

“… Weren’t you worried that it could be dangerous?”

“If that’s the case, didn’t he say he would check it out!”

“That’s it, but… … .”

“Come on. I’m still tired from waking up early in the morning, but I have to go back and go to sleep!”

Fuck, where the fuck is this old man doing his tricks?

***

“I went… … .”

The laboratory where Bjorn left.

Raven sighed heavily at the teacher’s muttering, which sounded vain for some reason.

She did not understand the situation itself.

A magic tool that detects evil spirits?

I’ve never heard of Master’s research on such a thing, and… … .

“What was that?”

“… … .”

“Don’t just stay like that. Are you really not going to tell me?”

She had to prove to Bjorn that this magic tool was safe under Master’s instructions.

It wasn’t difficult.

It’s a demon reader, and the magic tool that the master brought out didn’t have a magic trick.

It was just an odd-looking chair.

[Don’t say anything and give it to me.]

However, according to her teacher’s words, she kept this fact silent.

So now it’s your turn to hear the truth.

Of course, there were expectations.

It’s not like she’s that ignorant.

“… Did you think that Mr. Yandel was an evil spirit? Is that why you asked what happened in the labyrinth?”

The master neither denied nor affirmed.

But sometimes silence is the surest answer.

“ha… So, have your doubts been cleared?”

“… Yes, I was wrong.”

“Certainly, it’s not that I can’t understand Master’s heart either. Because he’s a special person. But I have one question. I want you to answer this.”

In response to the question that followed again, the Master asked helplessly.

“… What is it?”

“Why did you do that? If I had suspected that it was an evil spirit, I would have taken care of it if I had just told the secret police—”

“Aren’t you going to die then?”

little murmur.

“yes? What does that mean—.”

“Okay, you are tired. I’ll see you later, so please don’t clean up.”

Soon, the master raised the little old man to his feet.

And, unlike usual, he left the place with an atrophied gait.

The lab was all alone.

She pondered the words left by her teacher.

‘If you do that, you won’t die… … .’

In other words, it doesn’t mean that you need a living demon.

‘What do you want, Master?’

She couldn’t shake the awkward feeling.

***

dump!

When I got home, I immediately fell on the bed.

For some reason, I must say that the gin has gone all out in the morning.

I want to close my eyes for a while, but… … .

‘I was really surprised that it came in suddenly without blinking.’

I had time to unwind and reflect on what happened today.

There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.

Looking back, it wasn’t a bad reaction.

We assumed the worst, but we were able to deduce the best answer from the given clues from jumping without limit.

‘Looking at his expression at the end, it seems that even the old man has completely lost his doubts.’

It happened unexpectedly, but it worked out.

However, there was one thing that was a little unclear.

When I was convinced that I wasn’t a demon, the old man showed a hint of disappointment in some way.

Why?

‘… Well, that’s not my concern.’

After thinking about it for a while, I cleared my mind.

It was a question that had no way of answering, and whatever the reason was, it was determined that it had nothing to do with my safety.

‘Still, I feel a little reassured.’

I’ve been through a lot of shit since morning.

But paradoxically, this incident gave me a strange sense of relief. This should have slightly offset the stack of fortunes that were piled up in the ceiling these days—.

“Bjorn! wake up! It’s already broad daylight, how long will you sleep?”

Did you fall asleep all of a sudden?

When I open my eyes, Misha is shaking my body.

He didn’t sleep with the door open, but he came in using the spare key he gave him a while ago.

‘I gave it to you to use it when something happened… … .’

“Misha, why are you here? You should have said you were going to the tower today.”

“You didn’t come late yesterday. If you were sleeping, I would wake you up!”

Well, if that’s the reason.

I’ll have to reconsider taking the spare key later.

“Oh, but how did you know you came in late yesterday? Have you been waiting?”

“I didn’t mean to come back and tell you what happened there. Besides, I didn’t wait long, so don’t worry about it.”

I’m too lazy to talk, but he must have been waiting for me late into the night.

Are you so curious about what happened at the banquet?

“Come on, then, tell me. What happened?”

At Misha’s urging, I slowly told you what happened yesterday.

Wearing the barbarian gear prepared by the butler, he led the carriage procession to the banquet venue.

food eaten there.

And by some chance, I even won the tournament.

“Hey, did you really win? Beating that many knights?”

“Not a knight, but an apprentice knight.”

“But first of all, I’m not a knight! Awesome!”

what’s great

Except for the guy I met in the final, the rest would have easily won if Misha had been there.

If you look at him, chess is not really a joke.

“Okay, write this.”

Anyway, after briefly explaining what had happened, I started writing with Misha.

It was a reply to the nobles.

I wrote it all down in the morning, but when I woke up, it had increased again.

“… Bjorn, is it really okay to spend like this? not like nobles. There might be something wrong with this.”

“Okay.”

“Um, if you say so, but… … .”

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Misha wrote the letter as I had called her, even though she looked anxious.

Damn, there’s nothing to worry about.

What more do you want from the barbarian’s letter?

Being able to get a reply in the first place is not only a miracle, but… … .

[I can’t go because I’m busy.]

[So, find another barbarian.]

[Sender: Bjorn son of Yandel]

Cancer, this is enough to protect the body.

***

Come to the nobleman’s mansion.

Spacious, sparkling, with delicious smells everywhere.

“I think I can understand what the chieftain said about the world now!”

It’s as if you came from another world.

People’s clothes, their tone of voice, and the sound of music they hear.

All we did was play drums… … .

“What are you doing? Come here.”

“Oh, I see!”

A barbarian who became an adult a month ago.

Carpen’s son Decart followed the client to the heart of the banquet.

“tt, what is that gait? Let’s walk more confidently!”

It was a little embarrassing.

I don’t even know what walking confidently means.

The equipment worn is also inconvenient because it is unnecessarily large.

It’s just that I’m comfortable with my body… … .

He wanted to complain, but Ducat kept his mouth shut.

It’s because of the memories of the past.

[Isn’t he doing well in bigger clothes?]

A few days ago, after hearing that he would give me a large sum of money, he followed the nobleman and received various educations. It was mostly about how to behave at a banquet.

I was angry at first.

Am I making such an unreasonable request because I am a savage?

I also wanted to ignore it.

However… … .

[Hey! Who the hell is he, he keeps asking me after hearing strange things!]

[Little Balkan, you mean Bjorn son of Yandel?]

After finding out who he was, he had no choice but to endure all the demands.

Bjorn, son of Yandel.

At the nobility’s banquet, a warrior among warriors who defeated all the knights and obtained the wonderful nickname of knight crusher.

‘After all, am I not good enough to be like that? … .’

Hearing about his anecdote, Ducat vowed to show a wonderful appearance at this banquet.

There is no way that the warrior who even the chieftain praised him for breaking his throat was wrong.

If there’s anything wrong, it’s definitely on my side.

I decided to act like a ‘warrior’.

But it wasn’t as easy as I thought.

He acted very different from himself… Being among the elegant and noble nobles made me feel terrified without realizing it.

In addition… … .

“Oh, it’s delicious… … !”

“Make it louder! He was not so shy!”

“Be, Behel—Raa… … !!!”

I was honestly embarrassed.

Even if you’re a barbarian, does it make sense to scream in admiration for food in front of people?

Well, if I was alone, I think I would have cried over and over again.

“Don’t just eat meat, chew bones!”

Anyway, it hurts too.

“You want a tissue? Why do you need it?”

The hand holding the food was sticky.

“Uh-huh, why are you taking your helmet off again?”

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My neck is sore and my shoulders are heavy.

But sooner or later, you have to go to a match made up of only barbarians.

Will I be able to fight properly?

It was pathetic for me to start worrying about this.

Contrary to him, his opponent wasn’t even a knight.

‘I was chasing a goblin troll and my head broke… … .’

When I entered the city after completing the ceremony, my heart was pounding with the aspiration to become a famous warrior someday.

But is this the wall of reality?

Before less than a month had passed, he had faced his own shortcomings.

“Why can’t you do that?”

Ducat finally spoke the words he had been holding back.

“I… An ordinary warrior.”

Shout when you want to scream.

If you want to break something, smash it.

To act as you please without being ashamed of whoever is next to you.

“I can’t do that… … .”

it’s a real strong man,

It must be a right granted only to true warriors who are confident in themselves.

“Please. Don’t compare me to him anymore. Bjorn son of Yandel, he is a great warrior like me.”

“After all, he was special… … .”

At Ducat’s confession, the nobleman exhaled.

And looked into the sky with eyes full of desire.

No, maybe he wasn’t the only one.

“Right. Can’t it be him… … .”

“Well, how could such a barbarian barbarian be common?”

“I thought all barbarians were like him.”

“I mean, they are far more sane than I thought.”

If you look closely, similar words were popping up all over the banquet hall.

***

“The character’s reputation has increased by +10.”

「The character’s reputation value increases by +10… … .”

“… … .”