Chapter 81: The Slave Hiding Their Power (1)
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Chapter 81: The Slave Hiding Their Power (1)
Even after two years since Shiron possessed this body, he could vividly remember what kind of character Siriel was in the game. The memory of her was so strong that he didnt even need to borrow a notebook.
Lucia, prominently displayed on the main screen of Reincarnation of the Sword Saint, and
The supporting characters around her, all putting on airs.
The three elements that make a hero.
[Trials]
[Allies]
[Enemies]
As far as he could remember, there was no hero in the traditional sense who overcame trials and crises with brute force all by themselves.
Maybe it was because Reincarnation of the Sword Saint was a game that players had to be immersed in. Despite having a previous life as a Sword Saint, Lucia was not omnipotent.
She was wounded by the calamity that struck her.
She struggled with the secret strife of her adversaries.
She shed tears over the death of a comrade.
Because she had human traits, players could immerse themselves in Lucia, and her humanity inevitably created flaws.
However, those flaws were soon filled by reliable allies. Siriel was one of those supporting characters.
When playing as the protagonist [Lucia], even looking at what Siriel said to Lucia showed how helpful she was to her.
When faced with the situation where the few must be sacrificed for the many.
[Leave this to me and go!]
When Lucia was crying after Shiron said, I never once thought of you as a sister.
[Are you still worried about that guy? Hes not family, hes an enemy, an enemy.]
After defeating the last apostle, on the day of the final battle, Siriel said to Lucia with teary eyes.
[Honestly, I used to be jealous of you. But now, it doesnt bother me at all. Its strange.]
Sometimes as a rival.
Sometimes as an ally.
But that was only when playing as Lucia.
After clearing the game, when Shiron unlocked and met [Killer Whale Siriel], she was not a rival and ally whom one could trust their back to at any time and place.
What should he call this?
More of a hindrance than an ally? Brat? That would suit her better.
[Get lost, youre in the way.]
In the city endangered by hordes of monsters, Siriel, ignoring Shiron, the player, acted on her own accord and hogged all the credit. And that was not all.
When she barely killed the first apostle.
[Why are you so weak? I watched over you because youre Lucias brother. I feel stupid for expecting anything from someone so weak.]
When facing the fourth apostle and nearly dying.
[How can the same seed grow into something so different? Oh, is it because the soil where the seed was planted was poor?]
Back then, her scorching verbal abuse left him dizzy. But still, the most impressive scene was just before the clash with the Demon God.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
[Trash without any qualification.]
A secret auction was held at the auction house on the first and third Saturdays of every month.
It might seem irrelevant to relieve Siriels mood at an auction house, but here, one could find items that rival even Lucias elixir.
Or, with a bit of luck, perhaps even a holy relic.
The auction house on KnightTrail Street was a bit different from the usual ones.
No need for a separate gambling house.
In the game, the auction house would randomly present items ranging from normal to legendary grades each time one entered.
From orphans sold into slavery to the holy relics of a hero who died 500 years ago
All sorts of items appeared, but regardless of how much money a player had, they could not purchase high-grade items without luck. Conversely, it was not rare for a player with little money to walk away with a legendary item if there were no other bidders.
With such an overt element of gambling why didnt the Game Management Committee slap an [Adults Only] label on it?
Shiron was distracted by a thought from before his possession, but he decided to focus on the current situation. Emperor Franz, who typically disliked uncontrollable systems or powers, surprisingly allowed such a place to operate openly.
Perhaps its arrogance, thinking he can control it.
-We have arrived, miss, young master.
The knight escorting the carriage spoke from the front.
Click-
The door of the carriage opened, and Shiron quickly stepped out, bowing his head and extending his hand to Siriel.
Please alight, miss.
An escort for the lady, a kind of servants duty
It seemed like an excessive gesture, but normally, Siriel, who would have asked if they were tired and suggested going home to rest, was still angry. Therefore, Shiron had no choice but to do his best in this manner.
Thank you, brother.
Sure enough, Shirons efforts were not in vain. Glancing up with his head still bowed, Siriels face was about to burst with delight. Despite her noble, ladylike speech and demeanor, there was a clear smirk on Siriels lips.
Shiron and Siriel entered the auction house under the escort of the knights.
There was no entrance fee. The majesty of the knights escorting Shiron and Siriel naturally led them to the VVIP seats.
I will guide you with all sincerity.
A man with a butterfly necktie bowed at a 90-degree angle and handed over a touch panel studded with gems.
It looks just like the game control window.
Shiron marveled softly at the thin board.
Seeing such a game-like element after so long was pleasing.
He had wondered if bringing a squad of knights to the auction house would be problematic, but it seemed the number of escorts was not important.
As soon as they sat down in their designated seats, they looked around like country bumpkins seeing the capital for the first time. Besides Shiron, others also had four or five guards each.
More famous people are here than I thought
The details of their faces were obscured by the bulky bodyguards, but there were several individuals who could be assumed to be named characters.
A figure presumed to be the Archduke of the Holy Kingdom.
One of the three dukes of the Empire.
And
An individual presumed to be a terrorist.
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Chapter 81: The Slave Hiding Their Power (1)
Even after two years since Shiron possessed this body, he could vividly remember what kind of character Siriel was in the game. The memory of her was so strong that he didnt even need to borrow a notebook.
Lucia, prominently displayed on the main screen of Reincarnation of the Sword Saint, and
The supporting characters around her, all putting on airs.
The three elements that make a hero.
[Trials]
[Allies]
[Enemies]
As far as he could remember, there was no hero in the traditional sense who overcame trials and crises with brute force all by themselves.
Maybe it was because Reincarnation of the Sword Saint was a game that players had to be immersed in. Despite having a previous life as a Sword Saint, Lucia was not omnipotent.
She was wounded by the calamity that struck her.
She struggled with the secret strife of her adversaries.
She shed tears over the death of a comrade.
Because she had human traits, players could immerse themselves in Lucia, and her humanity inevitably created flaws.
However, those flaws were soon filled by reliable allies. Siriel was one of those supporting characters.
When playing as the protagonist [Lucia], even looking at what Siriel said to Lucia showed how helpful she was to her.
When faced with the situation where the few must be sacrificed for the many.
[Leave this to me and go!]
When Lucia was crying after Shiron said, I never once thought of you as a sister.
[Are you still worried about that guy? Hes not family, hes an enemy, an enemy.]
After defeating the last apostle, on the day of the final battle, Siriel said to Lucia with teary eyes.
[Honestly, I used to be jealous of you. But now, it doesnt bother me at all. Its strange.]
Sometimes as a rival.
Sometimes as an ally.
But that was only when playing as Lucia.
After clearing the game, when Shiron unlocked and met [Killer Whale Siriel], she was not a rival and ally whom one could trust their back to at any time and place.
What should he call this?
More of a hindrance than an ally? Brat? That would suit her better.
[Get lost, youre in the way.]
In the city endangered by hordes of monsters, Siriel, ignoring Shiron, the player, acted on her own accord and hogged all the credit. And that was not all.
When she barely killed the first apostle.
[Why are you so weak? I watched over you because youre Lucias brother. I feel stupid for expecting anything from someone so weak.]
When facing the fourth apostle and nearly dying.
[How can the same seed grow into something so different? Oh, is it because the soil where the seed was planted was poor?]
Back then, her scorching verbal abuse left him dizzy. But still, the most impressive scene was just before the clash with the Demon God.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
[Trash without any qualification.]
A secret auction was held at the auction house on the first and third Saturdays of every month.
It might seem irrelevant to relieve Siriels mood at an auction house, but here, one could find items that rival even Lucias elixir.
Or, with a bit of luck, perhaps even a holy relic.
The auction house on KnightTrail Street was a bit different from the usual ones.
No need for a separate gambling house.
In the game, the auction house would randomly present items ranging from normal to legendary grades each time one entered.
From orphans sold into slavery to the holy relics of a hero who died 500 years ago
All sorts of items appeared, but regardless of how much money a player had, they could not purchase high-grade items without luck. Conversely, it was not rare for a player with little money to walk away with a legendary item if there were no other bidders.
With such an overt element of gambling why didnt the Game Management Committee slap an [Adults Only] label on it?
Shiron was distracted by a thought from before his possession, but he decided to focus on the current situation. Emperor Franz, who typically disliked uncontrollable systems or powers, surprisingly allowed such a place to operate openly.
Perhaps its arrogance, thinking he can control it.
-We have arrived, miss, young master.
The knight escorting the carriage spoke from the front.
Click-
The door of the carriage opened, and Shiron quickly stepped out, bowing his head and extending his hand to Siriel.
Please alight, miss.
An escort for the lady, a kind of servants duty
It seemed like an excessive gesture, but normally, Siriel, who would have asked if they were tired and suggested going home to rest, was still angry. Therefore, Shiron had no choice but to do his best in this manner.
Thank you, brother.
Sure enough, Shirons efforts were not in vain. Glancing up with his head still bowed, Siriels face was about to burst with delight. Despite her noble, ladylike speech and demeanor, there was a clear smirk on Siriels lips.
Shiron and Siriel entered the auction house under the escort of the knights.
There was no entrance fee. The majesty of the knights escorting Shiron and Siriel naturally led them to the VVIP seats.
I will guide you with all sincerity.
A man with a butterfly necktie bowed at a 90-degree angle and handed over a touch panel studded with gems.
It looks just like the game control window.
Shiron marveled softly at the thin board.
Seeing such a game-like element after so long was pleasing.
He had wondered if bringing a squad of knights to the auction house would be problematic, but it seemed the number of escorts was not important.
As soon as they sat down in their designated seats, they looked around like country bumpkins seeing the capital for the first time. Besides Shiron, others also had four or five guards each.
More famous people are here than I thought
The details of their faces were obscured by the bulky bodyguards, but there were several individuals who could be assumed to be named characters.
A figure presumed to be the Archduke of the Holy Kingdom.
One of the three dukes of the Empire.
And
An individual presumed to be a terrorist.
Chapter 81: The Slave Hiding Their Power 1Even after two years since Shiron possessed this body, he could vividly remember what kind of character Siriel was in the game. The memory of her was so strong that he didnt even need to borrow a notebook.Lucia, prominently displayed on the main screen of Reincarnation of the Sword Saint, andThe supporting characters around her, all putting on airs.The three elements that make a hero.TrialsAlliesEnemiesAs far as he could remember, there was no hero in the traditional sense who overcame trials and crises with brute force all by themselves.Maybe it was because Reincarnation of the Sword Saint was a game that players had to be immersed in. Despite having a previous life as a Sword Saint, Lucia was not omnipotent.She was wounded by the calamity that struck her.She struggled with the secret strife of her adversaries.She shed tears over the death of a comrade.Because she had human traits, players could immerse themselves in Lucia, and her humanity inevitably created flaws.However, those flaws were soon filled by reliable allies. Siriel was one of those supporting characters.When playing as the protagonist Lucia, even looking at what Siriel said to Lucia showed how helpful she was to her.When faced with the situation where the few must be sacrificed for the many.Leave this to me and go!When Lucia was crying after Shiron said, I never once thought of you as a sister.Are you still worried about that guy? Hes not family, hes an enemy, an enemy.After defeating the last apostle, on the day of the final battle, Siriel said to Lucia with teary eyes.Honestly, I used to be jealous of you. But now, it doesnt bother me at all. Its strange.Sometimes as a rival.Sometimes as an ally.But that was only when playing as Lucia.After clearing the game, when Shiron unlocked and met Killer Whale Siriel, she was not a rival and ally whom one could trust their back to at any time and place.What should he call this?More of a hindrance than an ally? Brat? That would suit her better.Get lost, youre in the way.In the city endangered by hordes of monsters, Siriel, ignoring Shiron, the player, acted on her own accord and hogged all the credit. And that was not all.When she barely killed the first apostle.Why are you so weak? I watched over you because youre Lucias brother. I feel stupid for expecting anything from someone so weak.When facing the fourth apostle and nearly dying.How can the same seed grow into something so different? Oh, is it because the soil where the seed was planted was poor?Back then, her scorching verbal abuse left him dizzy. But still, the most impressive scene was just before the clash with the Demon God.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.Trash without any qualification.A secret auction was held at the auction house on the first and third Saturdays of every month.It might seem irrelevant to relieve Siriels mood at an auction house, but here, one could find items that rival even Lucias elixir.Or, with a bit of luck, perhaps even a holy relic.The auction house on KnightTrail Street was a bit different from the usual ones.No need for a separate gambling house.In the game, the auction house would randomly present items ranging from normal to legendary grades each time one entered.From orphans sold into slavery to the holy relics of a hero who died 500 years agoAll sorts of items appeared, but regardless of how much money a player had, they could not purchase high-grade items without luck. Conversely, it was not rare for a player with little money to walk away with a legendary item if there were no other bidders.With such an overt element of gambling why didnt the Game Management Committee slap an Adults Only label on it?Shiron was distracted by a thought from before his possession, but he decided to focus on the current situation. Emperor Franz, who typically disliked uncontrollable systems or powers, surprisingly allowed such a place to operate openly.Perhaps its arrogance, thinking he can control it.-We have arrived, miss, young master.The knight escorting the carriage spoke from the front.Click-The door of the carriage opened, and Shiron quickly stepped out, bowing his head and extending his hand to Siriel.Please alight, miss.An escort for the lady, a kind of servants dutyIt seemed like an excessive gesture, but normally, Siriel, who would have asked if they were tired and suggested going home to rest, was still angry. Therefore, Shiron had no choice but to do his best in this manner.Thank you, brother.Sure enough, Shirons efforts were not in vain. Glancing up with his head still bowed, Siriels face was about to burst with delight. Despite her noble, ladylike speech and demeanor, there was a clear smirk on Siriels lips.Shiron and Siriel entered the auction house under the escort of the knights.There was no entrance fee. The majesty of the knights escorting Shiron and Siriel naturally led them to the VVIP seats.I will guide you with all sincerity.A man with a butterfly necktie bowed at a 90-degree angle and handed over a touch panel studded with gems.It looks just like the game control window.Shiron marveled softly at the thin board.Seeing such a game-like element after so long was pleasing.He had wondered if bringing a squad of knights to the auction house would be problematic, but it seemed the number of escorts was not important.As soon as they sat down in their designated seats, they looked around like country bumpkins seeing the capital for the first time. Besides Shiron, others also had four or five guards each.More famous people are here than I thoughtThe details of their faces were obscured by the bulky bodyguards, but there were several individuals who could be assumed to be named characters.A figure presumed to be the Archduke of the Holy Kingdom.One of the three dukes of the Empire.AndAn individual presumed to be a terrorist.
