Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 191 - Gift (1)

Even as she lay down on her bed.

 

Lee Yerim couldn’t stop smiling.

 

Her only little brother.

 

She laughed at the thought of teasing Hoyeol.

 

“Lee Hoyeol, you really got caught.”

 

Even if it was a good thing that he sent a long letter every day. He was usually so busy, so if he took a day off, shouldn’t he show his face to his family?

 

“They’re worried about you.”

 

Of course, if she said something like that to Mom and Dad.

 

– “You’re going to bully your little brother again.”

 

– “Yerim, if anyone hears that, they will think that you are a dutiful daughter.”

 

– “Our third daughter. Listen to your Mom and your sisters.”

 

Somehow, they turned the arrow toward her.

 

Still, Lee Yerim had something to say.

 

Giggle, she said with a laugh.

 

“I don’t find any formality, my little brother.”

 

She was well aware of Hoyeol’s position outside the house.

 

He was a hero of mankind, a symbol of peace, etc.

 

The TV had been talking so much about it.

 

But as she had stated to the unnies.

 

At home, Hoyeol was still the little brother.

 

She was happy to see him growing up.

 

As his name implied.

 

The maknae, whose existence alone brought joy.

 

Lee Yerim’s smile widened.

 

“…This noona is happy just by imagining it.”

 

It had been a while since she bullied him…

 

No, thinking about meeting him face to face.

 

How should she say this, it was like a joy she hadn’t been able to feel since Hoyeol grew up. When she watched Hoyeol recently, she suddenly thought of the old times.

 

Lee Yerim frowned and thought hard.

 

“I’m sure I’ve heard him talk like that before…”

 

She couldn’t remember it well because it had been over ten years, but for some reason, that kind of Hoyeol didn’t feel unfamiliar. Looking back on her old memories, Lee Yerim suddenly muttered.

 

“I think I heard something like a long name.”

 

…It was Romeo something.

 

That name must have been so long and difficult.

 

Okay, she should ask about it when Hoyeol came over tomorrow.

 

The next day.

 

Lee Yerim woke up at 8 am.

 

However, the moment Lee Yerim went into the living room, she was shocked.

 

“…W-What?!”

 

Mrs. Choi got angry at her deafening scream.

 

“Sigh, you’re noisy. Hoyeol came and left earlier!”

 

“A-At what time?”

 

“5 in the morning!”

 

“F-Five in the morning? Isn’t he crazy?”

 

Crash!

 

At that moment, Lee Yerim’s grand plan collapsed.

 

*

Three older sisters.

 

The youngest son of a wealthy family.

 

I, Lee Hoyeol.

 

As I said before, I had no choice but to develop my finesse in order to survive among my older sisters. I proudly finished my fruitful vacation without a single bit of shame.

 

Well, I had said I would come to see them tomorrow.

 

It wasn’t a lie if I visited them at 5 am, right?

 

Also, I didn’t come here early to pridelessly avoid encountering my nemesis.

 

Thanks to the effect of [Blessing of the first World Tree], I slept a lot less.

 

All the time.

 

I always struggled since dawn.

 

Lee Yerim, my nemesis, can you catch me?

 

– “Your face has become haggard, my son.”

 

My mother, Mrs. Choi Kanghee, hugged me as soon as she saw me.

 

She might not have expressed it, but she probably couldn’t sleep because she had been worried about her son. I knew this because I heard it from my sisters.

 

– “You’re a little more reliable now, Hoyeol.”

 

I heard that my father, CEO Lee Junwook, cut up and scraped all the newspapers I appeared in. At any rate, my father desperately tried not to reveal his true feelings.

 

“I should have visited them a little earlier.”

 

Perhaps because I wrote them letters every morning.

 

I didn’t feel like it had been a long time since we had seen each other face to face.

 

And most of all, I had my nemesis in my family.

 

‘No.1 and No. 2.’

 

Calling my oldest sister or second sister in honorifics and using respectful language…

 

Yes, I could put up with it.

 

But speaking formally to Lee Yerim.

 

Whether it was for formality or whatever, it was something I couldn’t stand.

 

‘In that regard, you did well, Hoyeol.’

 

The lifestyle of sleeping late even on weekdays.

 

You’re the same as always, my nemesis.

 

Anyway, I headed straight to the Mage Tower.

 

It was already seven in the morning.

 

I visited home at 5 a.m.

 

Time passed quickly as we talked about stories that had been long overdue.

 

By the way, I couldn’t believe I spoke this way in front of my parents.

 

I was so embarrassed that I felt like I was going to die.

 

Our CEO Lee said some really good things.

 

-“Your way of speaking has become more serious, they said that the position makes the people. Yeah, you should have that much weight when you’re in that position.”

 

Father.

 

Really, thank you for the misunderstanding.

 

I was truly relieved.

 

‘…I never want them to find out that it’s because of my dark history.’

 

I wanted to avoid acting shameful in front of my family.

 

Soon, I entered the portal I manifested.

 

When my vision returned, I saw the Mage Tower’s office.

 

Sk–

 

I ran my fingers across the desk.

 

Then I recited in low tones.

 

“I don’t have to dust it off.”

 

Anyway, you’re so nervous you even pretend to be neat and tidy, Grandfel.

 

Even when Mrs. Choi hugged me, my clothes were all wrinkled.

 

It made me wonder how I could have stayed still at that time.

 

More than that, why do you boil the water as soon as you arrive?!

 

“I shouldn’t skip meals.”

 

Tak–

 

On the desk, I put down something wrapped in a cloth.

 

“Breakfast is comparable to tea time in the afternoon.”

 

You just have to say you’re hungry…!

 

Anyway, I unwrapped the cloth.

 

There was no way I’d make a lunch box wrapped in cloth.

 

This was the breakfast that our Mrs. Choi prepared for her son.

 

By the way, why are you looking at the wrapping cloth so intently?

 

“It’s silk, where rules and irregularities coexist. It’s wonderful.”

 

Please don’t attach meaning to common patchwork ^[1] The patchwork mentioned here is specifically jogakbo, a style of patchwork, traditionally used to create domestic wrapping cloths (known as bojagi) from scraps of left-over fabrics. , Grandpel.

 

Just as I was about to tackle it like I usually did.

 

Knock–

 

Someone came knocking on the door.

 

I didn’t have meetings that were not arranged in advance.

 

But I also needed to be flexible on my first day back.

 

Well, I didn’t think it was Bensch.

 

I opened my mouth.

 

“You may come in, Marcelo.”

 

“Good morning, Sir Hoyeol…”

 

Marcelo looked at me and paused.

 

“Were you eating?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“I should have told you in advance, I’m sorry.”

 

“Wasn’t I absent? It’s fine.”

 

“No. It’s not urgent enough to interrupt your meal.”

 

The Simuard family had the curse of a terminal illness.

 

Marcelo was freed from the contract with the demon.

 

Thanks to this, it seemed he had more strength to focus on research unlike before.

 

Just look at the piles of documents he had in both hands.

 

‘That must be data about the oddity.’

 

As soon as I got back, I got bombarded with work!

 

It reminded me of my time as an office worker that I had forgotten.

 

But would this pride ever ignore a chief’s work?

 

Moreover, it was the research of oddity, I couldn’t dismiss it.

 

‘It’s a technique that worked on the high-ranking demon king, Gamigin.’

 

At that time, I was surprised that Gamigin could resist oddity.

 

Now that I thought about it.

 

It was only natural to be surprised that the oddity went through Gamigin.

 

In that case, the oddity was worth digging deeper than other wells.

 

‘By the way…’

 

Marcelo, with his hands full of papers, looked sick.

 

No, the curse of terminal illness was gone.

 

Why are you still only skin and bones, Marcelo?

 

It was doubtful that he was eating properly.

 

“Have you eaten?”

 

“I couldn’t eat because I didn’t have enough time.”

 

Is that so?

 

I supposed I would have to show our Mrs Choi’s skills again.

 

I spoke to Marcelo.

 

“If you don’t mind, how about we have this together?”

 

“…Yes?”

 

“Skipping breakfast is a bad habit.”

 

Marcelo paused and looked at the side dish container on the desk.

 

He seemed to be wondering what it was.

 

There wasn’t any food in Arcana that looked like this.

 

He was probably curious.

 

It wasn’t difficult to explain.

 

“This is a food cooked with grains, meat, and vegetables grown in the field, and it requires a lot of care just from the preparation of the ingredients alone. Additionally, the taste also changes significantly depending on the cooking method, so to explain it in magic terms, completely different foods may manifest depending on what is added to the interference process…”

 

Oh my god.

 

‘Even if the taste of grilled dumplings and steamed dumplings are completely different…’

 

No one would describe dumplings in such a grand way, Grandfel!

 

However, it was not wrong to say that Mrs. Choi’s sincerity was put into it.

 

The taste was also the taste of raising four siblings.

 

So, these were not dumplings I would recommend to just anyone, Marcelo.

 

“…Can I have such precious food?”

 

“You deserve it, Marcelo.”

 

“Then, despite the shame I feel, I will join you.”

 

“How is it?”

 

“Oh…!”

 

“Indeed, there is no need to say anything.”

 

“Rather than that…”

 

“?”

 

“Can I ask for a drink too?”

 

…No, there was nothing that couldn’t be done.

 

Since each one cost 300 won, what difference it would make?

 

But why is even someone like Marcelo looking for a green tea bag?

 

*

 

Iron Castle.

 

The dwarves looking down at the continent were astonished.

 

“O-Oh!”

 

The Arcana Continent.

 

The Zero Mountains, which had radiated a strong presence even to their hiding place, had disappeared. Overnight, at that. The leader, Chainwalker, spoke in a serious voice.

 

“I was expecting it.”

 

Akshan’s last survivor and an adventurer.

 

Thanks to his interactions with Hoyeol.

 

Chainwalker had some understanding of the ruptures.

 

The ruptures connected the Arcana Continent to the world of adventurers.

 

The fact that the Zero Mountain disappeared from the Arcana Continent…

 

“Then, does this mean the Zero Mountain has appeared in Sir Hoyeol’s world?”

 

At Chainwalker’s words, the dwarves murmured.

 

“He’ll be safe, right?”

 

“Isn’t the Zero Mountain too huge?”

 

“If something like that falls out of nowhere… It would be equivalent to the impact of tens of thousands of magic bullets.”

 

The dwarves were the creators of complex mechanical devices.

 

Perhaps that was why.

 

They could clearly depict the damage caused by the sudden appearance of the Zero Mountain in their head.

 

Of course, that only applied to the dwarves.

 

The residents of Dredsen, who had been listening in silence, whispered.

 

“…Mr. Gardner. Can you believe it?”

 

“How can I, Ransha?”

 

“I really feel like something is happening.”

 

The place where the Zero Mountain used to be.

 

The area was so flat that there weren’t even any hills in sight.

 

“…I’m worried in many ways.”

 

Flying boat.

 

The Iron Castle was heading to Antonium, the capital of the Empire.

 

It was to settle the residents of Dredsen in Antonium.

 

‘Ray of Light in the Infinitely Deep Darkness…’

 

She heard that his name, not his alias, was Sir Hoyeol.

 

Ransha stayed at the Iron Castle and learned about Hoyeol’s accomplishments.

 

She heard that recently he caused fatal damage to the demons, causing them to withdraw. Even looking at it with her own eyes, Ransha really felt like the demons’ activity had decreased noticeably.

 

‘I’ve become less worried about the demons, but…’

 

Would they be able to adapt to the Capital City, Antonium?

 

To be honest, she was worried.

 

Dredsen was a small, poor village that was ignored by everyone.

 

Ransha clenched her fist.

 

‘We survived, too.’

 

The spirit of darkness, Diend.

 

She didn’t forget the pride that Diend talked about.

 

Ransha now could afford to worry about Hoyeol.

 

The dwarves’ expressions were so serious.

 

“He’ll be fine, right?”

 

Ransha didn’t know much about the amount of impact, but…

 

Just thinking about it, it didn’t seem normal…

 

Considering that the surface of the water moved when a person jumped into the river.

 

If Zero Mountain fell, how rough the water surface would get?

 

Gardner gently closed his eyes.

 

“I guess we can only pray for him to be safe.”

 

Dredsen’s savior, Hoyeol.

 

What could they do when they didn’t have anything?

 

They could only pray for their savior to be safe.

 

And spread his heroic story to Antonium.

 

Chainwalker looked at Ransha and Gardner.

 

“As you said, I can’t help but worry about the safety of Sir Hoyeol’s world. The impact of the emergence of the Zero Mountains will be devastating, even if he can somehow contain it.”

 

Gulp–

 

Chainwalker swallowed his dry saliva.

 

“Zero Mountain itself is dangerous.”

 

The Arcana Continent was a place where many powerful people were born and lived.

 

Nevertheless, no one had ever reached the top of the Zero Mountain.

 

This was due to the existence of the dragons which guarded the top of the Zero Mountain.

 

‘…I don’t doubt Sir Hoyeol’s ability, but.’

 

Wasn’t Sir Hoyeol also a human being?

 

Humans and dragons.

 

It was safe to say the difference in the weight class between them was like the earth and sky.

 

“Sigh.”

 

But the dwarves knew.

 

About natural weight class.

 

They were shorter and thicker than anyone else.

 

So they also knew how to overcome it better than anyone else.

 

Chainwalker’s eyes sparkled.

 

“It’s time for Sir Hoyeol to need his equipment!”

 

Hoyeol’s equipment was being smelted by the dwarves. In particular, the armor was being tempered with utmost elegance under Haiel’s spell.

 

Magical platinum.

 

High-purity mana stone.

 

Navy butterfly thread…

 

Since it was an armor made of materials considered rare in the dwarves’ treasure trove, it was safe to say this was the dwarves’ best performance.

 

“You can look forward to it, Sir Hoyeol.”

 

Suddenly, Chainwalker’s eyes turned to the tightly closed iron door.

 

“…Hmmm, except for the weapon.”

 

The best blacksmith among the dwarves, Worswyle.

 

It had already been several days since he devoted himself to refining the ethereal iron.

 

It couldn’t be helped.

 

A voice was heard through the iron door.

 

“It’s not enough. It’s so dull!”

 

“Shut up. The smelting is not over yet.”

 

“Dwarf, think of the enemies he has to cut down!”

 

…Sir, Hoyeol, why did you have to find this kind of ethereal iron?

 

The ethereal iron’s voice continued.

 

Chainwalker quietly closed his eyes.

 

“I have to be sharper and sharper. I have to cut down the stars in the sky, the evil eyes. The whetstones of this continent are not enough. Forge me with the ‘Milky Way Whetstone,’ the whetstone that literally fell from the sky!”

 

On topics of mineral.

 

It knew a lot.

 

Now it had more demands.

 

“Seriously. The Milky Way Whetstone.”

 

A magic tool that was only passed down as a legend even among dwarves around the world.

 

How on earth were they supposed to find it and forge the iron with it?

 

.

 

.

 

.

 

…Wait a minute.

 

Milky Way Whetstone?

 

In an instant, I recalled Shegwin’s voice.

 

– “It’s none of my business who wears the crown. I only lent my power to the feudal lords to obtain the magic tool, the Milky Way Whetstone.”

 

Didn’t he say it was in the warehouse of the Imperial Palace in Antonium?

• 1. The patchwork mentioned here is specifically jogakbo, a style of patchwork, traditionally used to create domestic wrapping cloths (known as bojagi) from scraps of left-over fabrics.