Book 2: Chapter 518
Until the end, his relationship with Pale was not bad. This could be seen from the attitude she’d displayed right before killing Lukas.
Until Lukas’ blatant provocation at the end, Pale had been looking for another ending. Because of that, she gave him many opportunities that he didn’t take.
She wanted to compromise with Lukas in some way.
As a result, although Lukas had continuously turned down her offers,
‘It’s fine if the relationship progresses to that level.’
Perhaps it was impossible to make the Blue Knight, Pale, a complete ally. But it wouldn’t be difficult for their relationship to progress again to the point it had once reached.
In any case, it couldn’t be more complicated than the last life.
He’d come to accept the Lightning God’s remnant thoughts.
Diablo, who had joined hands with Iris, could not withstand the confrontation with Pale.
In the end, he had no choice but to completely become hostile with her and fight for his life.
Now he knew the whole story.
‘…the last time.’
Recalling the words God left behind, he raised his alertness.
What Lukas didn’t expect was that there would already be a Lightning God inside him.
‘Lightning God.’
[…]
He called to him, but there was still no answer.
However, he hadn’t disappeared.
The Lightning God still existed somewhere in Lukas’ mind, and was only silent now. He could definitely feel that for sure.
‘This time, I have to hide it.’
One of the crucial mistakes he made in his last life was revealing the power of the Lightning God. Nevertheless, it allowed him to learn some things.
The Rulers and the Four Knights were absolutely incompatible.
Pale was even more so. Since she was destined to have nothing from birth, she couldn’t help but blindly hate the Rulers who were destined to rule from birth.
‘Good.’
He saw the relationship he had to aim for with Pale.
So now he had to lead the situation to allow her to accept him and not shun his existence. After forming such a degree of intimacy, he will just have to not repeat the mistakes of his previous life.
It wasn’t that difficult. In fact, it was rather easy.
Because Lukas knew everything.
Pale’s past, her conscious state, her likes and dislikes.
He knew what to do to please her and what to say to make her feel uncomfortable.
…
He knew.
‘But…’
Lukas paused at the sudden thought.
But, what?
Was there something wrong?
He asked himself this, but could not find an answer.
‘This isn’t the time for useless thoughts.’
This was the last time, the final regression.
Failure was beyond unacceptable.
If even a minor mistake led to death, he had no choice but to pay close attention to all of his decisions and actions. The many regressions he had experienced until now 0were all examples for him.
However, it wasn’t his own death that Lukas was truly afraid of.
Lukas recalled Iris’ death.
He recalled her past, recalled the feelings she had just before she died, recalled the hand she had tried to reach out towards him.
“…”
He forcibly tightened his heart which was becoming loose.
* * *
“…therefore, I am the senior here!”
Pale pushed out her chest and raised her nose. Nodding slightly, Lukas said.
“Right. Please take care of me.”
“Hihi. Yes, uncle!”
…Uncle.
First of all, he had to change the way she addressed him. He had to induce a situation for her to call him ‘Lukas’ again.
Even as he was lost in thought, Lukas didn’t stop moving. From now on, the most important thing was how to use his time most efficiently.
The first order of business was the save Lesha.
Shuk.
When he used void to move to the coordinates, he saw a staggering Lesha, who was bleeding profusely.
“Ah, urk…”
Lesha stopped walking.
Then, she turned to look at him with blood-soaked eyes. With how badly her pupils were dilated, she could probably only see his shape.
Lukas walked towards her.
“Are you okay?”
“…who are you?”
A sharp voice snapped back, but he had no way to respond to that at that moment.
Lukas effortlessly laid his hand on her shoulder and healed her physical wounds.
“Hu…?”
In the meantime, there was something he had to check.
“Your body has fully recovered. At the same time, I also refilled your mana.”
“Uh, ah, huh?”
“So, speaking of your mana, do you think there is anything wrong with it? That is the only thing I can’t know on my own.”
“Uh, that…”
“I don’t have a lot of time, so please tell me quickly.”
Lesha, who stuttered for a while, immediately checked her body before making a surprised expression.
“Uh? How…”
It seemed that she was talking to herself without seeking a response, but that in itself was enough.
It seems that there was no issue in using void to restore others’ mana.
“Heh.”
Pale watched this scene with interest, but she didn’t seem to have any intention of inquiring about void. This had always been the case. Even when he had asked about the Magic Planet in his last life, Pale didn’t wonder how Lukas knew about it.
“Then….”
The little doubts he had were solved.
Lukas arrived in front of the Underground City with Lesha and Pale.
“Go on.”
“Uh, that, who are you?”
“…”
Lukas wondered if he should reveal his full name like last time.
Before answering, he looked carefully at Lesha.
The dark gold hair, blue eyes, and auburn robe certainly made him feel a sense of familiarity.
However, he wasn’t sure about the features.
‘Do we look alike?’
They probably did look alike.
Nevertheless, the concept of siblings was still unfamiliar for Lukas.
“By chance, are you from the Magic Planet?”
“I’m not.”
“Then how can you use a power like that…”
“…”
A power like that.
Did Lesha know about void?
But. Even if that was the case, it wouldn’t be too surprising.
After all, the Beginning Wizard knew about void. Lukas was able to enter the ‘minimal time zone’ due to a hint from the Beginning Wizard.
“Go on.”
Shaking his head, Lukas spoke. This time, he wouldn’t reveal his name.
Lesha seem to pick up on it quickly. As if realising that he was reluctant to reveal his identity, she no longer asked Lukas who he was.
“Won’t you go with me?”
Instead, she made an offer.
“Why would I?”
“I would like to return the favour.”
“What can you do in return?”
“…if there is anything you want, please tell me.”
Just as he was about to immediately refuse, Lukas thought of something.
Michael, the Lord of the Underground City.
…There might be something to gain from him.
“Fine. Let’s go together.”
Nodding calmly, Lukas walked into the Underground City.
* * *
It had been a long time since he had set foot in the Underground City.
The scene of the city which existed beneath the sandy desert, naturally, was still the same.
“Wow!”
“Returned! Trowman returned!”
“T-ha! T-ha!” (*: T- the first syllable of ‘Trowman-트로우맨’, and ha- the first syllable of ‘hai(hi)-하이’.)
The miglings were still there.
These little dwarves were overjoyed by Lesha’s return.
“How have you been?”
Lesha also responded with a gentle smile.
Or at least that was how it appeared on the surface.
‘She’s still a bit inexperienced.’
Nevertheless, he could see that the majority of her attention was still concentrated on him.
Right. That was the correct response.
Even if he had saved her life, Lukas was still an unknown figure to Lesha. So it was natural for her to be vigilant. Otherwise, he would be disappointed in this little sister.
‘Can’t you act a bit more natural?’
He really wanted to give her some advice, but now that he thought about it, Lukas wasn’t that good at acting either.
Perhaps the reason Lesha invited Lukas to the Underground City was with the goal of investigating. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but think it was a risky move to invite a stranger into your main base.
‘Does she have faith in her comrades in the Underground City?’
Probably.
In any case, Lukas didn’t have any intention of revealing his identity.
“Oh! Trowman!”
…He didn’t have to.
When one of the miglings pointed to Lukas and shouted, the heads of all of the miglings turned at the same time before they rushed over to him.
Lukas almost instinctively backed away from the unknown intimidation.
“Another Trowman!”
“Two Trowman!”
“Double joy!”
“Uhehe”
The Miglings surrounded Lukas.
“Wait, I don’t have time…”
Lukas couldn’t help but be surprised as the miglings rushed towards him as if they would tear him apart.
“Trowman…?”
Lesha looked at Lukas with a confused gaze. Things were getting a little off the rails.
Just as he was at a loss as to how to get things back together.
“We’re in a bit of a hurry, can you move away?”
“…!”
One word from Pale caused the miglings to stop moving.
“Uh, uhuh. Understand.”
“Can’t help if in hurry.”
“Go on, go on. Not block.”
Then, they scattered to the left and right while nodding their heads.
With a satisfied expression on her face, Pale said.
“Now, let’s go.”
* * *
Just before they could enter the cathedral, the miglings blocked Lesha and Pale.
“Can’t.”
“From now, only that Trowman enter.”
“…”
When Pale looked down at them with a smile, the miglings averted their gazes.
“Ca-, can’t go even when look like that.”
“Even in the face of your end, you won’t compromise?”
“Better kill me.”
“Who said that? Give me something to chew on. My mouth is bored.”
Pale laughed as if she wasn’t that annoyed by the miglings, and when she said that, Lesha drew closer.
“Do you happen to know Michael?”
“…well”
Well it’s not like he didn’t know him.
When Lukas murmured this answer, Lesha nodded.
“I see. Then I hope you have a profitable conversation.”
Lesha’s vigilance reduced noticeably. This was caused simply by his admittance of knowing Michael… He felt like she trusted him quite a bit, which made him feel a little strange.
The scene where trust had been formed between the Demigod Lord and a Wizard named Trowman.
‘…this isn’t the time to think about that.’
Shaking his head, Lukas headed into the cathedral.
Creak-
As the door opened, the long walkway bordered by pews with an altar at the end came into view.
Michael’s figure, wasn’t there. He was nowhere to be seen.
He was praying the last time he came, it seemed that he had arrived faster than expected.
Just as he was about to take a seat and wait, but the book on the altar caught his eye.
“This…”
It was the book that Michael was reading whenever he came to the cathedral.
Curious, he took a closer look at the cover of the book.
[Even in the Dump Site the night sky sprawls]
[Mark]
“…”
A novel?
The name written below seemed to belong to the author.
Just as Lukas was about to open the book.
[Who are you?]
He heard a voice.
Lukas wasn’t surprised, and instead placed the book he was holding back onto the altar.
“My apologies.”
[…]
Michael.
He could feel a strong sense of vigilance from this being who looked exactly like Lord.
Unlike the times before, this time he didn’t make any remarks that seemed to pierce his essence. Lukas had made sure to hide himself well in order to not repeat the mistake he made with the miglings.
He wasn’t sure it would work properly until they met, but from the reaction he received, it seemed that he had succeeded.
‘Indeed.’
Did that mean that the current him had become a being that even Michael’s insight couldn’t penetrate?
“You don’t need to be so wary. I have no intention of harming you or this city.”
[I hope you can understand that from my position, that is hard to believe.]
He suddenly had a strange feeling.
When Lukas had come to this world for the first time and saw Michael who looked like Lord,
He had felt suspicious, wary, and confused. And he had no choice but to ask questions as if clinging to the answers one-sidedly. The Lukas at that time was ignorant and weak.
But after several regressions, the relationship had now been reversed.
The things Michael were feeling at that moment were the same things that Lukas had felt before, and Lukas no longer had any questions to ask him.
“Michael.”
[How do you know my─]
“Would you like to make a trade?”
Now, he could even say those words.