2nd Rank Has Returned

Speeding-2

I feel sick.

The train must have been moving smoothly, and the seat must have been purchased as a special seat.

Why does it feel like a thorn cushion?

“…so what’s your name?”

“It’s Ain.”

“Who is Daddy?”

“This is Leonardo.”

The village chief glanced at the dark-haired grandson at the words, and the village wolf hunter was busy giggling.

“Five! Did your dad use a lot of energy?”

“Yes, you worked hard.”

“Khahahaha…!”

Suddenly, there was a surge of savagery towards canines, but for now, I decided to put up with it. It was because the intention to kill the old woman in the next seat was not formidable.

“You didn’t even talk about getting married, did you have children first? tt…”

I don’t know if the expression that this was born is correct.

“Actually, my father is against marriage. So instead of calling me mother, I call her Aria unnie.”

It was a correct explanation, but Leonardo seemed to have turned into a huge piece of garbage by summarizing it without context in such a cold tone.

“…Hey, Leonardo.”

“No… it’s not like that…!”

quack

“Where did you sell your conscience?!”

First, after Dean grabbed Leo by the neck.

puck, puck

“You’re not cool even if you chew on it, I raised you like that!?”

Anus struck Leo’s back with his staff and threw a falcon. It was like chastising a young boy with a stick.

“Please fix it. grandmother. uncle.”

At Ain’s request, Grandma Anus, who had a great-grandaughter, and Uncle Dean, who had a nephew, looked at those bright, lifeless eyes for a moment, then put down their hands.

“The child is not at fault… the child is not at fault…”

It seemed to anyone who saw him that he was at fault. In retrospect, he himself was a victim of responsibility without pleasure.

“I look after her because she’s pretty… uh…”

Anyone who sees it will know that he is doing this for pleasure. Even if it were him, he would not believe that he was single, had no girlfriend, had no experience, but had a daughter.

“sorry. Was your uncle so mad at you?”

“no. it’s okay. Because my father seemed to agree.”

It’s true, but the conversation really made him trash.

“By the way, you didn’t change your clothes, did you? it’s okay?”

He only beat down people who only had responsibility, so he didn’t really care about Ain.

“The clothes are…”

Before even asking how he was feeling, Anus couldn’t help but be astonished. Likewise, Dean, who spilled his drink, opened his mouth in the same astonishment.

“…when did you dry it?”

“From the beginning I was fine. This robe itself is a special material.”

The reason Ain insisted on wearing a plain gray outfit rather than a flashy one was because of the power of this outfit.

The robe has resistance to various physical defense enchantments and attribute magic in case of an unexpected assassination or attack.

It is made of shape-memory material that changes and returns to its original state at the same time as the transformation by adding ingredients such as Ain’s own hair so that the clothes do not tear when using transformation.

“…note…”

“Of course, there was no damage to the drink as it also has waterproof and drying capabilities. Don’t worry.”

Did everyone feel a sense of incongruity even with Ain’s stiff tone?

“…I’m…a real villager and I don’t know…but the nobles usually wear that kind of clothes…?”

It may be true in the sense of encompassing the entire aristocracy, but it was probably something that you would not see unless you had a direct connection with the royal family.

Besides, it was also a handmade product.

“Not generally. However, because of the high risk of assassination and kidnapping, I took special measures from my father’s side.”

“…Assassination and kidnapping…?”

“…you know. At such a young age, I was already crushed by the struggles of my family…”

…I felt like I was misunderstanding something. The two of them were talking as if they were caught up in a power war that looked like something out of a novel.

In fact, it would be easy to believe. Who would immediately notice and believe that the child next to me is a samurai who was born in the ancient times and is my own daughter.

“…No, it’s not like that…”

“If it’s hard, you can’t explain it. Because we don’t care.”

With a look of loyalty, Dean raised the corners of his mouth with fangs exposed. Thanks, but that’s not really the case.

“…I’m sorry. miss. It must have been very difficult at a young age…”

Anus’ pitiful eyes that followed, and Ain’s appearance was less than 10 years old.

It may seem like you made a big decision at a young age. To be honest, I didn’t do anything other than cut my hair.

“…it’s okay… I… very… wanted to get married…”

Why are you bringing up the story of marriage with a sad and pitiful expression and voice over there, like a heroine who just wants to love but falls into a tragedy in the darkness of this power?

Why would Anus pat Arya on the back without saying anything?

To be honest, he wasn’t the child he gave birth to, and he was the one who raised the placenta.

“Hey… I have to explain, right?”

[What? This is the funniest part, why stop?]

{Father Lumine, I’m not the only one who enjoys things like this, but it’s necessary to keep silence for a girl’s love.}

Why are these bastards who are supposed to fall to hell get killed only at times like this, but I really want to die at this opportunity.

***

The saint of God, who descended like a ray of light from a curtain full of chaos, spread the enlightenment he knew to those sentient beings in order to end this hellish cushion of thorns for eternity.

Those sentient beings were filled with distrust, but perhaps thanks to the vivid zeal of a priest, they were gradually startled by the hidden facts of those distrustful people, and felt ashamed of their misunderstanding due to shock.

“…does that make sense?”

I still don’t believe it, though.

“You can’t transform this narrow room into a Wyvern at all.”

They didn’t believe it at all, so they changed Ain’s appearance into a werewolf by scratching Dean’s nails, and then the two of them listened to the story.

“…No, more than that… You seem to be involved in something bigger than you think…”

“It’s like that.”

“…are you going to pass it on like that?”

In fact, Dean’s reaction was completely normal.

Now, on his left side was Saint Lumine, a figure representing the temple and gods, and on his right side was the hero Araaspil, the incarnation of God and the hero of mankind.

It wasn’t enough, so he had a strange relationship with the hero and had children.

“…a hero, even when I was young, I thought she was an outstanding young lady, but I never imagined that she would become a real hero.”

“Ah… that’s right… I think the oracle is a sudden thing.”

When the holy sword was held in their hands one morning, everyone was not in a rage. Everyone was busy sorting out complicated things.

“You… were in the tower? Where in the tower…?”

“It’s not affiliated… It’s exactly where you sit officially between the towers.”

Using the provisions of the special magic permit and the cause of finding the legacy of the sage, Leo was not affiliated with any of the towers and could attend each tower’s classes whenever she wanted.

The reason I made this gray robe was because I was able to take classes from the Black Magic Tower, which specializes in magic tools.

“Then… you’re going to get a big cup of tea, right?”

Dean’s guess was not wrong. In hindsight, Leo was close to the gray molecule of the Magic Tower. There were also cases where they could not protect themselves because they did not belong anywhere.

“But my father put an end to the controversy with his achievements through various papers and unique magic. On the contrary, it was even responsible for exchanging knowledge and coordinating opinions between each tower.”

It was a hard tone, but it felt good to hear Ain’s compliments.

Originally, intellectual disagreements between lower class students were so severe that they sometimes arbitrated, but it became so popular that even upper classes and sometimes even professors sought advice.

“…I heard that the money to send home is getting thicker…”

“Then I just wrote a warp gate. I can spend enough money with the remaining money after spending my living expenses.”

Considering the number of gold coins sent each month, there was no need to accumulate for a long period of time. It was probably enough money to be able to ride in one month at the shortest, or two months at the longest.

“I told you, but the mayor objected. Gather it, even your coma…”

🧡…

Anus’ staff pressed down on Dean’s forelimbs. Dean shut his mouth instead of screaming in pain.

“It only takes a while to get to the capital anyway, so it’s just that I didn’t spend a lot of money.”

“You’re still young, so it’s good to go around comfortably. Money is being spent on this.”

perfect

“I don’t even know that things these days are precious. And he’s healthy enough to hit you.”

Even though he was hit by a stick, he didn’t feel too bad. Is this a nostalgic brainwashing and beautification?

“But what are you going to the capital for?”

As the information about each other, which was quite a distance apart, was filled, Lumine asked a question to advance the conversation.

“That… how do I explain this…”

While Dean struggled to explain the complex context, Anus summed it up in this sentence.

“An old friend is dying. So I’m going to the funeral.”

“…ah…I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. It’s easier to die at this age anyway.”

Everyone put on a sober expression at the words that changed the atmosphere. Among them, Ain was the only one who remained expressionless.

“Hey, Grandma Anus. May I ask a question?”

“Ask a beautiful great-grandaughter asking if there is any grandmother who can’t answer it.”

The way he treated his grandchildren was different. Aren’t you overdoing this?

“‘He said he was going to die’ seems to mean that he is not dead now. Is there any way I can help if I have a chronic illness or other problem?”

Come to think of it, as Ain pointed out, the death of Anus was close to the future tense. Literally speaking, Anus meant arranging the funeral of someone who had not yet died.

“Our great-grandchildren are very smart. Who are you going to look like to be so straight?”

“He looked like his father.”

[He looks like Abby Ji, so he puts a barrier on praise.]

At Leo’s request, Ain grabbed the spout of the bizarre spewing nonsense, and the old woman who enjoyed wise words answered her granddaughter’s questions.

“He is very healthy for his age. There is no illness, and there is nothing wrong with it.”

Then the story falls further into a labyrinth. If this happens, doesn’t it only remind you of a bizarre situation of killing a living person and holding a funeral?

“I think you’re misunderstanding something, but it’s not like a contract murder, so don’t be fooled.”

In fact, considering what I’ve been through so far, it’s probably the same level as getting a tasting offer in an alley with many restaurants.

“He is a prophet. The village chief’s friend.”

“prophet?”

Ain deliberately showed a questionable tone, whether he was interested in the new information. It was awkward, but considering Ain’s usual tone, it was quite a development.

“Maybe the time has come for him to go, or he prophesied when he would die.”

“Then why not prevent it according to the prophecy?”

“Well… I feel satisfied with myself, and I wonder if there is any need to dry it when I can die of envy like this.”

Anus handed out a note of the letter he had put in to help explain it to Leo and the others.

[The moment I get the most comfortable sleep, my soul stops beating. So when you come, tequila.]

Except for the content of running errands, I could have thought that it was about the heart stopping and dying from old age while sleeping.

Considering that he was similar to the age of Anus, I could think of it as a comfortable finish.

“So, it is important to prepare for the funeral in advance so that you will not be lonely on the way. I don’t have a family, so I don’t have anyone to help me.”

“…okay.”

Now I understand this trajectory. It was a story you would hear only in a fairy tale for a prophet to foretell his own death.

“Is prophecy a good fit?”

“Well… sometimes it’s not right. It’s too vague and verbose to say, so it’s not helpful for urgent matters.”

Leo knew that too.

“Have you ever sent a strange message in a letter before? What was…”

“It must have been [the one who spent the most valuable flour that I gave him] will come to me again.”

At that, Leo was silent for a moment.

“right. That was it. But even if I say that wheat flour is valuable, I can’t think of anything other than making bread…”

“Didn’t a very famous cook get the flour?”

“is it? Did you paint the bread with gold?”

Everyone was busy laughing at that pun.

The only serious thing was a returnee and his wise guardian spirit, pondering old memories that never happened.