Chapter 67: The Hero’s Weapon
Misha frantically thought of a way to defend himself.
But before he could come up with anything, he saw Ismael and Samuel exchange a look, putting on an “we know everything” expression, then turning to look at Misha with deep meaning.
Misha: “…”
What is with that “watching a show” look?!
But Misha said nothing.
The Hero told the truth. Facts were facts. He really didn’t know how to defend himself.
He took a deep breath, then another, struggling to squeeze out a few words. “I… actually…”
Then he saw Ismael’s gaze.
That look seemed to imply he understood everything, as if even Misha’s denial was within his expectations. It was like he had seen this kind of thing many times and could easily guess how far the two had progressed.
Yes, being in the Church which had the most contact with Heroes and Divine Envoys, Ismael had grown up listening to stories of past Heroes. Naturally, those included the bonds and deep affection between Heroes and Divine Envoys. Having heard so many stories, he was numb to these tropes.
Just playing hard to get during the flirtatious phase. He was tired of seeing it. Didn’t want to watch.
Love was useless, except for hindering him from protecting the Church and the High Priest.
Ismael turned his head, smiled gently at Lance, automatically ignoring Misha’s struggle, and asked, “Since your sword isn’t with you, do you need us to provide equipment and weapons?”
As he said this, his gaze flickered over the shabby chainmail on the Hero, clearly hinting that the Hero’s gear was too worn and unlikely to withstand attacks. Their Knight Order had excellent equipment, and he could provide the Hero with a brand-new, powerful set.
Misha thought this was a great opportunity to get rid of the Hero’s sword.
That was the murder weapon! It should be thrown as far away as possible, preferably right out the door. Carrying the murder weapon around—was he afraid people wouldn’t discover the bad thing he did?
He tried hard to hint to the Hero, but the Hero turned a blind eye. He even shook his head at Ismael and said, “I’m not used to other people’s stuff.”
Misha: “…”
What do you mean “not used to”?
Please hurry up and throw away the murder weapon!
Lance: “I’ll go get my sword first.”
Misha: “…”
This Hero, is he really not scared at all?
Why does he want to show the murder weapon to Ismael, the investigator!
Is he really not afraid Ismael will see the problem?!
But in the next moment, Lance tilted his head slightly and winked gently at Misha.
To outsiders, the Hero’s movement was subtle and unnoticed. Even if they noticed, they would only think it was a tacit little gesture between the Hero and the Divine Envoy due to their deep relationship. Only Misha knew that the Hero meant for Misha to trust him.
The Hero was deliberately retrieving the sword.
He didn’t know why the Hero wanted to do this, but he knew the Hero must have his reasons.
In their not-so-long “adventure career,” the Hero had tricked many people with his strange logic and schemes. Misha himself was one of them. In that case, although Misha really didn’t want to admit it, but…
The Hero’s brain should be better than his.
He should trust the Hero. Since the Hero specifically wanted to get his sword back, he must have a purpose.
So Misha nodded silently, approving the Hero’s action.
Ismael smiled, not noticing anything wrong.
Although he had never dealt with a Hero, he had met and known many ordinary adventurers. Many of them had quirks. Perhaps the Hero just felt his sword was handier. That naturally wasn’t a big issue worth minding.
He arranged a time with Lance. Lance would go back to get the sword and any necessary equipment first, then they would meet at the entrance to the Holy Land within the Elven town. He also had some things to give to Lance.
Misha wanted to go back with Lance, but he saw Lance frown slightly at him, seeming to want him to stay in the knight’s camp. He stopped, hesitating slightly, not quite understanding the meaning of the Hero’s hint.
Misha watched the Hero leave. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if the Hero planned to escape alone. But in the next moment, he heard Ismael speak. “Divine Envoy Arlo seems to be back.”
Misha turned his head immediately.
Indeed, Arlo was back.
Arlo looked worried, seemingly not even in the mood to greet them. He just nodded vaguely at Misha and the others, then spoke urgently. “Misha, come here.”
Misha: “Ah… okay.”
Misha turned and looked at Ismael and Samuel.
Both had normal expressions, not finding their sudden private conversation problematic. After all, it seemed normal for Divine Envoys to have private, god-related discussions that shouldn’t be heard by outsiders.
But looking at everyone’s expressions, Misha suddenly realized something.
Among all these people, only Arlo seemed truly worried.
Lance was the most calm culprit in the world. Samuel was joyous about seeing his brother and the impending arrival of the High Priest. Ismael looked like he was just doing his job; the Church sent him here, so he came, nothing more.
Misha’s worry for this world increased a few notches.
Arlo pulled Misha a bit further away, even checking left and right to find a spot where absolutely no patrol knights would pass, before saying to Misha with a serious face, “I tried to contact Ginises.”
Misha: “…”
Misha felt a little awkward.
This place was exactly where he and the Hero had talked just now.
Yes, the very place where he had helped the Hero think of a way to escape blame, firmly stepping onto the path of an accomplice.
…God King, please forgive him for his momentary crime.
“The result was terrible.” Arlo sighed deeply. “I walked a long way toward the ice plains, trying to avoid the influence of the Holy Land, but it seems there was no effect.”
Misha nodded guiltily.
Arlo: “The destruction of the Gate to Another World has had too great an impact. Unless we leave this place, we have no way to contact the Divine Realm.”
Misha: “Mmh-hmm.”
Arlo: “But before we leave, we’d better find out exactly what happened near the Gate.”
Misha: “Mmh-hmm-hmm!”
Arlo lowered his voice again, asking Misha rather secretively, “Misha, can you see the flow of magic around here?”
Misha: “Uh…”
Arlo: “Try it. Are there any suspicious people nearby?”
Misha: “…”
He had tried!
The most suspicious person was that Hero!
But how could he say that!!!
Misha’s feelings were complicated, but he couldn’t speak his mind. In the end, he could only smile awkwardly at Arlo and say reluctantly, “Then… let me try.”
He pretended to close his eyes and looked around with his Demon Eye—after the damage to the Gate, the surroundings of the Holy Land were full of that diffusing, twisted, strange magic. Even he and Arlo were surrounded by strange magic. But all of this was less terrifying than Lance’s sword he had seen in the room earlier.
Arlo was frowning at him, so Misha cleared his throat and said, “Nothing unusual nearby.”
He didn’t lie. The unusual things were the Hero and his sword. Since the Hero wasn’t nearby, he naturally couldn’t see anything.
Arlo sighed and said, “Should we go back into town and take a look?”
Misha whispered, “People will see.”
Arlo: “…”
Arlo nodded.
When Misha appeared in his Demon form, his eyes were very different from a human’s. They had made up an excuse before, saying it was a Demon Lord’s curse, and had specifically come to the Elven Holy Land to exorcise the “curse” for Misha. If Misha ran blatantly into town to look for clues, they might be discovered by the patrolling knights before finding any clues.
At this point, they couldn’t drag out the curse excuse again. Arlo could only sigh. “Then… let’s wait until night.”
Misha: “Mmh…”
Waiting until night would yield the same result.
Or rather, as long as he was there, it would be the same result.
Misha felt very guilty.
He was uneasy about deceiving Arlo. He didn’t dare meet Arlo’s gaze, but was worried his dodging would arouse Arlo’s suspicion. He could only pretend nothing was wrong and tell Arlo about the task Ismael had entrusted to Lance.
But speaking of this, he suddenly realized—Lance had only asked him to follow into the Holy Land. He hadn’t thought about bringing Arlo along at all.
Fortunately, Arlo didn’t seem to mind. He just nodded worriedly and said to Misha, “After you go in, if there’s a chance, you’d better try to look at the magic flow nearby.”
Misha: “Mmh-hmm-hmm!”
Arlo: “Also, check exactly how the Gate was destroyed.”
Misha: “No problem!”
Arlo: “…”
Arlo thought for a moment and decided not to hide the truth too much, speaking his guess about the possible truth.
“Humans hardly have such exaggerated power,” Arlo lowered his eyes. “I’ve been thinking, the one who destroyed the Gate… might not be human.”
Misha shook his head immediately, saying seriously, “Archdemons definitely don’t have such power either.”
Even the strongest Archdemon, the Black Dragon Jillri, had abilities below Misha’s. And Misha knew he couldn’t destroy the Gate. This matter couldn’t possibly have been done by monsters.
“It won’t be monsters.” Arlo furrowed his brows tighter, unable to stop lowering his voice, as if deliberately avoiding something. “I think…”
Misha leaned in, pricking up his ears to listen carefully.
Arlo: “…It might be a God.”
Misha: “…”
Misha’s eyes widened in astonishment.
Arlo repeated, “It should be a High God.”
Misha: “…”
The strange Hero popped into his mind. Then he connected the Hero with Arlo’s guess.
No, he really couldn’t make that connection.
It was impossible for a God to be selected by the Hero System. Besides, with that annoying personality of the Hero, there wouldn’t be such a weirdo among the Gods!
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