I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 95



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#95 How to use Chris (1)

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

It was something I blurted out after catching one of the fleeing orcs.

“I, I don’t know anything.”

“A guy who doesn’t know anything runs away?”

“Profit!”

There is one strange thing.

This orc is afraid of drops.

Until now, the only beings that feared my drops were the undead.

Are you scared because it’s a monster?

Swish –

An orc trembles as he lifts the bell.

Shudder.

“Shake?”

“Please save me!”

“So why did you run away?”

The orc, who had been observing the situation, began to stutter and open his mouth.

“Orc shamans have mystical powers.”

It’s a fact that can be easily guessed.

Because he was the only one who came here with a lot of inspiration.

A peculiar creature who could smell but not see souls.

I also smell sometimes, so I guess I can do something with it.

“Is that guy a gulag?”

“That’s right! When Gulak swings his staff, an orc dies. A dead orc becomes a staff.”

“….?”

“Chwiik! The prophecy of death!”

As expected, he got entangled with a necromancer and ended up going down a bad path.

If you just listen to the rough explanation, it seems similar to a curse.

“This kid should have been pushed off the cliff back then.”

“Please save me!”

“Not you.”

As the feeling of regret surged, the spirit of the orc was shaking its head vigorously beside me.

As if that wasn’t the case.

“Please continue explaining.”

“Profit!”

This guy’s explanation was quite detailed.

Gulag points at the orc, waving his staff.

He is said to have said this:

‘I guess I’m getting weaker.’

An orc who explains that those who received the prophecy of death died without a trace.

Upon hearing this explanation, Old Man Clocell blurted out a word.

“Isn’t it a way to predict death? How mysterious, that an orc has such an ability.”

Even from what I hear, the inspiration seems closer to the correct answer.

Maybe it was the smell of death.

But what does this have to do with being afraid of me?

The orc began to explain again.

“The Orc Shaman Gulak always spoke of the existence of human shamans.”

“me?”

“An unreachable being. A companion to the great spirit.”

Brrrr.

The orc who had been speaking suddenly trembled.

“Gulag, he said, could not even breathe in the presence of such a great soul.”

When I heard this, a scene flashed through my mind.

When I first met Gulag, he gave me a fortune telling.

This is the first time I have received a merit after becoming a shaman.

As I recall, Gulag was lying on the floor at that time.

“Human Shaman Chris, stronger than Gulag! If you receive a prophecy of death, you die immediately!”

“…..?”

“I don’t want to be a stick! Please save me!”

There was a moment when I was quite curious about what that cane looked like.

Turn dead kids into walking sticks?

Hearing this, I started to think that I might have gone down the wrong path again.

I thought that meeting in person would be the fastest way.

“So where is he now?”

“I can’t say.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we talked?”

“The Last Shaman. I can’t say this even if I die!”

The guy who was begging me to spare his life just now says he can’t speak even if he dies… .

Even the term ‘the last shaman’ felt uncomfortable.

I remember having a brother.

The orc, whose eyes had been wide open, opened his mouth again.

“Chwiik! Orc repays the favor! Gulag, he said he would go find his master when the time comes.”

“….?”

Master?

If the orc shaman has a master, isn’t he the last shaman?

But soon I could tell who my teacher was by the look in his eyes as he looked at me.

“me?”

I turned my head to look at the spirit and saw that it was also nodding.

The funny thing is that the two look similar.

Are these guys brothers too?

“I’ll be there soon! Human Shaman, don’t rush me.”

“Hmm…”

Anyway, he was born with a great destiny.

As I nodded, roughly thinking about what to do, the spirit next to me poked its head in.

– ….

A pitiful expression on the face of an orc bastard.

Monsters are beings that must be killed and eliminated by humans, so it is only natural for them to have such an expression.

“Don’t kill me, honey.”

“Profit?”

“Go quickly.”

The inspirations looked at me as I spoke.

“Can I ask where you are going?”

“It doesn’t matter. Whether I go here or there, we’ll meet anyway.”

As I said, it was just empty talk.

But my group nodded their heads in agreement.

Except for Dzant.

“What a strange orc and what a strange human.”

“It happens all the time when we hang out together.”

“You should also look at Chris’s dot.”

“I’m not interested.”

The orc and the spirit that followed him moved away.

But the spirits of our ancestors follow us, so unless it’s something we can’t handle, we’ll get through it safely.

I wanted to arrive at the gulag safely.

“her.”

It was the laughter of Paramon.

That also seems to be ridiculous.

“You, have you now become the master of the Orc Shaman?”

“You don’t plan on taking on any disciples…?”

“You’re making all the races of the continent your comrades. And that’s a really good way to do it.”

The inspiration’s eyes became sensitive.

Usually, when someone misunderstands something about me, they look at me like that.

“Even without your abilities, you’re great. It would be great if you could become a knight…”

“It would have been great if you had become a wizard.”

It was almost like looking at a pretty grandchild.

“I only helped you once.”

Isn’t that so?

Elf once.

One class.

Oak once.

Not many times, but once.

Rather, this treatment is excessive.

“That’s not true.”

Serena, who had been quietly behind her, shook her head.

“The fall of the World Tree means the fall of all elves.”

“With just one Zelkova tree…”

“They’re all dead or…”

A look of sadness appeared on Serena’s face.

“I would have become a dark elf.”

When there are many stories, people become quiet.

Both Inspiration Paramon and Serena are like that.

When will everything be okay?

“Let’s go.”

I stopped and started walking again.

Because I remembered something I had forgotten.

“You crazy… I left Allure behind.”

Ouch.

“…..”

“….I see. You left that friend behind.”

At my words, the group all stood still and hesitated.

No one thought of it.

Except for Inspiration Clocell.

“I contacted you.”

“I almost got in big trouble. Where are you?”

“You only told us our destination. Wasn’t there something you had to do?”

Wasn’t it Alured’s job to follow me and Luna around?

There was nothing much to say to me either.

“What did the church make you do?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“….?”

That’s what I want to say.

So who should I ask that to?

Clocell gave an incomprehensible smile.

“You, when you send Aluard to the child.”

“yes?”

“He was carrying a backpack.”

“Me?”

I didn’t receive any airfare.

The child in particular caught my eye and I offered to help him.

In the first place, the priests were the ones who were asked to do that.

“Usually something mysterious happens when that happens. So I just left it alone.”

“…Is this also a blessing?”

Why isn’t there something like that?

A shaman who receives a baby’s spirit begins to speak like a baby.

It is influenced by the spirit.

It is different from when a child would naturally speak in the manner of an old person or a baby.

You could also say that little by little, you are becoming more like the spirit you serve.

After all, a shaman is someone who has the status of a disciple.

There is a reason why unemployed people are also called study.

At that moment, Luna, who had been sleeping, woke up and stirred.

“bar!”

“huh?”

“Ouch! Ugh…”

Luna seemed to be trying to say something, but she looked frustrated.

It might be because I don’t know how to say much yet.

“Aww…! Luna! Joe!”

“Luna and Aluard?”

Dori dori.

Busy busy.

“Aww, wow!”

Luna’s actions made the inspirations smile happily.

Paramon inspired me by tapping my shoulder.

“The babies are growing so fast all of a sudden.”

Clocell inspiration too.

“In the case of the saint, it is quite fast. Judging from the way you are trying to speak, you must be growing up quickly.”

Luna was quietly listening to the inspirations.

Luna tapped me on the back.

“Um… Luna, big!”

“huh…?”

“Huh… You already learned it? Did you learn it from the conversation we had just now?”

“Papa! Luna, Ker! Jaou! Joe!”

What should I do in this situation?

compliment?

I felt a surge of joy, but I didn’t know what to do.

Just quietly take out a snack from your arms.

“Kah! Kyauk!”

The inspirations were watching us with pleasure.

“What a nice-looking pair of siblings.”

“Heh heh.”

***

“You will see it soon.”

I think it took about two days to walk.

Since I walked without rushing, the distance wasn’t that far.

There were some words of inspiration, and soon a saint appeared in the distance.

“We’ve arrived.”

Soldiers of the kingdom lined up on the walls.

And the open gates.

It was definitely peaceful.

It was an ordinary sight, but there was one thing that particularly caught my eye.

“if…”

The flag of the Harp Kingdom fluttering in the wind.

There are many things contained in the flag that represents a country.

Because it is a symbol in itself.

But this situation was strange.

A feeling of emptiness that keeps coming up.

“Isn’t there a king in the Harp Kingdom?”