I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 83



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#83 To the new temple (1)

“It’s a little further to the right!”

The soul standing next to me was stamping its feet as if it was frustrated.

That would be the case, because the soldiers were digging in a place other than the one they had told them to.

“No, not there, just a little to the left! Yes, yes! There!”

Only now is the real part starting to come to light.

“Oh my, it’s only been raining for so long and there’s already a landslide…”

A mountain where all the trees have burned down.

And the rain pouring down heavily.

The fire was out, but the ground was collapsing.

As a result, the bodies of the fallen soldiers were buried.

Paramon said, wiping away the flowing rainwater.

“So when will the rain stop?”

“….”

Actually, I don’t know either.

It was raining so hard that it was ridiculous, perhaps because the prayer was so certain.

“It looks like it’ll rain for a few more days…”

“Are you saying it rains that much?”

Elder Paramon, who had been thinking about something for a moment, nodded his head.

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.”

“By the way, what are all those bundles?”

Soldiers were coming down the mountain carrying bundles on their backs.

“The head of the necromancers.”

“…Head?”

Looking closely, I saw that the shapes of the round things were sticking out.

“Only a very small number escaped. They all had their heads cut off.”

“That guy who fought with Mr. Klein too?”

“Roselle broke his body and I tore his head off.”

One thing that was certain was the inspiration.

Of course, there’s no way you can’t win with that level of power.

“How many of the dead soldiers’ bodies are left?”

“Fortunately, there aren’t many buried bodies.”

The spirit of the elder who was first awakened in the castle.

He was walking around and pointing out where the bodies were buried.

“Are you sure you’re taking care of it?”

Surprisingly, everyone agreed to recover the body.

It is a courtesy to the fallen soldiers, and it also has a significant impact on morale.

That’s why we were wandering around the mountains in the rain.

“Sir! You shouldn’t go there!”

When I shouted, one of the startled soldiers stepped back.

The reason I said that was simple.

Woorur –

Before long, piles of dirt pour down.

I felt curious gazes coming from all over the place.

“You, it seems like your abilities have become even sharper?”

Certainly, the excitement was growing stronger as time went on.

Maybe it’s because I just did something good.

The name of the body that was spat out at the end.

Because the aftereffects were so lingering that it was painful.

“This time, I won’t even faint.”

“I’ve matured quite a bit now.”

“Still, my body still seems weak.”

To be honest, I didn’t have a weak body.

But how could a person who has spent his entire life as a hunter be so weak?

However, that’s because the person evaluating my body is the Sword Master.

At that moment, a soldier passing by caught my eye.

Because their faces were so similar.

“Sir, is there anyone around you who has passed away?”

“…Saint? How about that?”

As expected, they look alike… .

I could have done some more checking to see if my thoughts were correct, but it didn’t seem necessary.

Because the spirit of the old man who was wandering around slipped here.

“I don’t know what you’ll think if I say this, but…”

“….”

“My deceased father is looking for the fallen soldiers.”

The startled soldier looked around with his head tilted.

“Ah.. Are you saying that your father is here?

“Yes, please stand on the right now.”

“….!”

The soldier’s face and body trembled slightly.

A look of not being able to utter the words.

It must have been awkward to speak into the empty space where nothing could be seen.

“If you have anything to say, say it.”

The bereaved family of those who pass away in this way usually has a lot to say.

Because most people don’t get to say a proper goodbye.

“….”

– ….

My mouth opened and closed countless times.

It seemed like he had a lot to say, but he didn’t seem like he would be able to say it all.

The father and son really looked alike.

Not only did they look the same, but their actions were all the same.

The old man’s soul was also looking at his son awkwardly.

“Oh my…”

After repeating this over and over again, the soldier’s mouth finally opened.

Straight back.

A muscular arm holding a spear.

A stern gaze.

It was a pose where he put a lot of strength into it, as if he was showing it off to someone.

The soldier’s words were too short to be considered a final greeting.

“I will protect you.”

– ….!

A short word.

But the old man seemed quite satisfied.

Because the frozen face changed into the warm face of a father.

It was clear that he was proud of his son.

The old man turned his head towards me.

It seemed like he had something to say.

– …..

“Is that okay?”

Nod.

Like father, like son.

The old man’s answer was also simple.

The soldier looked at me quietly, waiting to be spoken to.

“My father said this.”

“…”

“Do so.”

In that moment, the soldier’s eyes turned red.

It was a brief conversation, but it must have been meaningful to them.

As a third party, I cannot know the entire situation.

“thank you.”

The soldier bowed politely.

I also bowed in response.

“Even after he died, my father still helps me a lot.”

There was no answer from the soldier for a long time.

In this case, it would have been right to avoid the situation.

“Sir, let’s go.”

“I see.”

As we were coming down the road with Master Paramon, there was another person who was sad.

The inspiration also seemed to sympathize with the feeling, and his face became displeased.

“Your Majesty.”

“Are you here?”

Count Nordin was standing in front of a corpse that had turned black.

“My name is Sir Heinz. He was a great knight.”

“I met him on the way up the mountain. He had already passed away.”

The Count bent down and pulled out the dagger that was holding Lord Heinz’s arm in place.

“I saw you talking to spirits.”

The count also seemed to have something to say.

but.

“Heinz’s spirit is not here.”

“…Have you been caught up in the necromancer’s magic?”

“No. He went on his way after seeing that the Count was safe.”

“I see.”

Thud thud –

The count’s shoulders slumped as he stood in the rain.

Is it the rain that is heavy, or is it the wet armor that is heavy?

“Is there anything else you’re curious about?”

Actually, I don’t really have anything to say.

But wouldn’t those who have sent off their close friends be curious?

Things like whether you went comfortably or whether there were any other problems.

But it seemed like the Count could handle even that on his own.

“Sir Heinz’s end must have been honorable.”

“…”

Soon after, soldiers arrived and placed Heinz’s body on a stretcher.

By the hands of a count full of respect.

“If you need any comfort, just let me know. That’s what I’m all about.”

“Haha, I guess I should write this to console myself for the sorrow of losing my subordinate. It’s all my fault.”

“….”

Even as he said that, he was filled with sadness.

After a while, the Count, clenching his teeth, muttered as if reminiscing.

“Patience and temperance are the chief virtues of a knight.”

It seemed like I needed some alone time here too.

I was inspired and took steps again.

“I don’t feel well.”

“That’s what war is like.”

“Those rotten bastards.”

Paramon Inspiration opened his mouth.

“Still, I’m glad you’re here.”

“yes?”

“It’s a wonderful thing to be able to say hello to someone you haven’t met before. Back then, there was nothing like that.”

“What’s the big deal? I’m just relaying the message.”

“You are a more meaningful worker than I thought.”

The moment the inspiration spoke, the robe covering his back rippled.

“Gyaruk!”

“Luna?”

Sook –

Luna sticks her head out, wetting her robe.

A bashful, smiling face peeked out to avoid the rain.

“Lower!”

“Inspiration Paramon?”

Dori dori.

“Lower!”

Old Clocelle came walking towards where the little hand was pointing.

In one hand she held flowers, and in the other she hung a bunch of pouches.

And Luna put her head inside her robe as if she didn’t like the rain.

“I was looking for you.”

“Me?”

I wonder if the wizard under his command has gone on a long journey.

Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Please search through these pockets.”

“yes?”

“There’s nothing we can do about it, it’s a subspace pocket. It belongs to dead necromancers.”

Didn’t you say that the subspace pockets can’t be handled by anyone else?

I think I’ve heard this explained before.

“Didn’t you even search my pockets last time? That’s what I remembered and came looking for you.”

I had a feeling there might be some clues inside.

Because one pocket in particular caught my eye.

“I’ll check this first.”

Swish –

When I put my hand in my pocket, my arm went in with a jerk.

“As expected, it’s possible. How on earth do you do it?”

The ability to search subspace pockets.

Come to think of it, there was an instance where I easily passed through the barrier set up by my inspiration.

“Could it be the power of God?”

“That’s a very convenient explanation.”

There were a lot of things in the pocket.

The important thing is that these are not the things that make me feel something.

Feeling annoyed by the amount of things cluttering up, I turned my pockets inside out and emptied them out.

Chorrrrrrrr –

Woorrr –

“Does this amount usually go in there?”

Woorrr –

All sorts of stars were pouring out.

Medicine bottle, herbal medicine.

A pile of bones.

Including various papers and magical materials.

And among them, there is a book that really catches the eye.

“…Is this it?”

Swish –

Old book.

There was something written there in unknown letters.

It was a strange character that looked like a picture or a line.

“Sir, do you know what this letter means?”

“Hmm…”

Clocell looked at it closely, but it seemed like he didn’t know anything.

There are letters that even a wizard of inspiration doesn’t know.

“It’s the writing of the orcs.”

“Irene? Serena?”

Irene suddenly appeared and looked closely at the book I had.

“It was a writing that only special beings among the orcs who lived long ago could read.”

“Orc?”

“I remember seeing it when I was young.”

If Irene were younger….

“I think it was about five hundred years ago.”

A special being among the orcs who lived five hundred years ago.

There’s something that just comes to mind.

“Are you an orc shaman?”

“How do you know their names? They are beings that cannot be seen anymore.”

How could you not see it?

It still exists, and it hasn’t caused any damage yet.

“There is a kid like that among the orcs I know.”