Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 312



Episode 312: Legacy (1)

A well-known high-end restaurant in District 7.

This was the place Arua Raven visited to meet up with her clan members after a long time.

Of course this was my first visit.

If you set up a meeting place at a place you often go to you will definitely end up feeling more depressed thinking about this and that.

“Aren’t you going to place an order?”

“They’re not there yet.”

Raven answered briefly and Abman looked somewhat uncomfortable.

There was such an awkward atmosphere in the air.

“No it’s true that everyone has arrived.”

Einar opened her mouth.

“… Misha is not coming she said. “I was hoping that she might change her mind later and come but if she hasn’t come by now then she probably won’t come.”

“…okay. “Then it’s all these three people.”

Raven sighed involuntarily.

Then similar sighs came out one after another from next to me.

Actually it was probably the same for everyone.

“Raven.”

“Please speak. Mr. Urikfried.”

“But… what happened to Erwen? “Did she contact you?”

“First of all I sent the mail. “I have something to talk about regarding the settlement from the last expedition and Mr. Yandel’s… legacy so please come.”

Of course I only contacted him to protect Dory and I didn’t expect the fairy to come here.

Because he left like that at the end.

“Have you received a reply?”

“No I didn’t come. So once the settlement is complete I’m just going to send it by mail.”

“…I see.”

“Anyway the fairy is gone and I never thought Misha wouldn’t be able to attend either. I didn’t know this. “I thought you would definitely come because you are the most important person on this matter.”

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Raven sighed and looked at Einar.

And he asked cautiously:

“…How are you Misha? How is she doing?”

Raven was genuinely worried about her.

That’s because the last time I saw it was during a funeral procession held by the royal family. At that time the distance was far away and I wasn’t in the mood to talk so I couldn’t even speak properly.

Then she wonders what her condition is like.

“… I wonder if she’ll be doing well. I stay in my room all day and don’t even eat properly. “One time I force-fed him and he vomited.”

“okay….”

“That’s why I don’t go home often these days. “It seems like they feel more uncomfortable when I’m there.”

“So Mr. Einar where are you staying now?”

“She is staying in the Holy Land. Still Misha seems to eat the bare minimum when I’m not around. So she just bought a bunch of food and put it away at home.”

“…Then I’m glad.”

“Raven what do you think? “Is it okay if I leave Misha alone like this?”

“that….”

Raven compared his own experiences over the past month.

“First of all I think not eating is a feeling of guilt. You know that? In the act of eating itself… I feel that discomfort….”

Although she spoke gibberish which was uncharacteristic of her Ainar and Abman nodded their heads in understanding.

“Oh that’s it.”

“I think I know what you mean. But so?”

“…I don’t know. How should I help Mr. Misha? “I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give her some time to be alone but I’m not sure if that’s the right answer.”

“Well I guess the answer is not you.”

Einar may not have said this with malicious intent but Raven felt both stuffy and sad at the same time.

What Einar said was not wrong.

If he were there he would definitely have done the right thing.

“Rather than that let’s start by ordering. “If you keep wasting time like this you’ll be kicked out.”

Abman perhaps sensing something strange changed the topic and Raven also moved on from the heavy topic and chose food together.

“Oh this is my first time at this restaurant and the food is very delicious. What are you all doing? “Without eating.”

“Oh yes….”

After the food came out we ate and talked and then we started talking about work in earnest.

“There is no problem in settling the loot. All I had to do was divide everything I got that day into 5 equal parts. The problem is the legacy… Have you all seen Mr. Yandel’s will?”

“Oh I saw it. There really wasn’t anything other than writing down the proportions of what to do with the inheritance. Well if he’s like that guy he’s like that guy but….”

Abman twitched his tongue and chuckled.

And he asked the question very carefully.

“But isn’t it a bit strange?”

“What do you think is strange?”

“I mean the ratio. To be honest I don’t understand why he distributed the proportions in this way.”

“Oh about that….”

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Raven nodded slightly with an expression of sympathy.

Naturally she was surprised at first too.

She could never have imagined that she would have designated exactly 20% of the inheritance to go to five people.

She naturally expected most of her fortune to go to Misha or Ainar.

But Bjorn Jandel was not like that.

We didn’t set out exactly who to give what to but only wrote down the proportion of the property so we had to agree among ourselves on who would get what but we kept the proportions the same.

And maybe that’s why…

“Seeing as you stop talking I guess I can guess something?”

Raven smiled bitterly and answered.

“It’s obvious. “I wonder why Mr. Yandel did that.”

That’s what the clever barbarian warrior hoped for.

I hope we won’t be disappointed with each other even after his death.

So may we continue to provide for each other without change.

“…I don’t think we can leave Misha like this.”

Yes he would definitely have wanted that.

* * *

Three days after returning from the round table.

For the first time in a long time Amelia and I were fully equipped with our equipment and visited Yeongju Castle.

And at the meeting place I encountered a man.

“Nice to meet you. “This is the Iron Mask right?”

The nickname used in Noark is ‘Felic Barker’.

He was the leader of the clan that Sister Lane Wales belonged to as a ‘herder’ when she was young.

I think the total number of people was thirteen or so.

“Nice to meet you. “It’s an iron mask.”

There is also a nickname ‘Bjorn son of Thor’ but the self-introduction was replaced with just a nickname.

There was no particular problem.

In this city nicknames themselves are often used as nicknames.

“Go in.”

As I followed him into the clan house located inside the lord’s castle I could smell his alcohol.

Inside the hiply decorated interior dark-looking clan members were sitting freely drinking and smoking cigarettes.

This isn’t some kind of criminal hideout.

“Would you like a drink?”

As I sat down on the sofa opposite him Felix Barker offered me a bottle of alcohol.

“I refuse.”

Amelia sharply refused and I just accepted the bottle.

Well wouldn’t it be too weird if you didn’t drink both?

First of all we came here to join this clan. In this city refusing a drink means they don’t trust you.

thus….

Crash.

Touch the seam raise the helmet only at the chin and then take a drink.

Then Felix Barker grinned.

“Good good I like it. “Oh but there’s one thing I want to ask you. Is it okay?”

“Try it.”

“Why did you choose our clan?”

The answer is simple.

Because Sister Lane Wales belongs to this clan.

This was the best way to remain in the most natural way when the incident occurred five months later.

Well I couldn’t answer that way.

“Emily said you made the offer first?”

“But if even half of what you rumors were true there would have been other good places.”

I took out the answer I had prepared in advance.

“I think it would be more convenient to have a clan but if you go to a place like that the ratio tends to be low.”

“You mean I’d rather have a troll’s head than an ogre’s claws.”

“So is there a problem?”

Felik Barker looked at me as if he was examining my true intentions.

But there was no chance of success.

No with a steel helmet over my face I wonder if I can see properly.

It was a time when I was thinking like that.

“Hot! Hahahaha!”

The guy suddenly burst into laughter and his eyes lit up.

He was nothing but laughable unlike Auril Gavis.

Should I say that it feels like a concept bug with a lot of wind in its lungs?

The voice also has a strangely acting tone which is annoying.

“Good very good.”

“What do you mean it’s good?”

“It means I like you guys more.”

“Then did you pass?”

“No not yet.”

Felix Barker said wagging his finger leisurely pretending to be some kind of mafia boss.

“Because we have a merit system. There are three levels within the clan excluding mine and your share when going on an expedition is determined based on your level. And we don’t know your skills yet.”

“…?”

“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘Light against the jungle?’”

“I heard about it.”

“Then the story will be quick. If you want the troll’s head take it. And prove it. “The place you are standing in is such a world—”

Ah I wondered what he was talking about.

“good night.”

“huh…?”

“I think we need to check whether the rumors are true or not.”

“But…”

“Then that’s it. Why are you talking so much?”

As I jumped up from my seat Felix Barker looked up at me with puzzled eyes.

Did you think I would be scared if I said it in a formal way?

Normally you should skip these job events quickly.

“Okay just say something quickly. “Is it okay if I kill you?”

“…Squarrels are only possible between members. And what I mean by killing—”

Ah what a bland thing.

“Then who should I kill?”

While saying that I glanced at the clan members around me.

Then a large person who made eye contact flinched.

“Just looking at him it looks like he was my opponent.”

“I see. But just because it’s a fight doesn’t mean you have to kill it—”

Why do you keep making noise?

As I walked forward with murderous intent the large figure backed away by the momentum and glanced at Felix Barker.

The unique gaze of someone who hopes for salvation.

Soon Felix Barker came to his senses and spoke to me.

“Now wait! “There’s a vacant lot behind there.”

“Oh then let’s move there.”

“And it’s prohibited to use supernatural abilities during a skirmish.”

Huh I never thought there would be a rule banning the use of skills.

This means that you should only fight with passive and bad stats.

Is this Noark the world of real men?

“You have to kill him without using his special ability… Well I guess it won’t be that difficult.”

After thinking for a moment I willingly accepted the rules.

But what is this again?

Felik Barker answered in a voice like an ant crawling.

“If possible if no one dies Hanema…”

I was truly surprised.

“Then you can’t get promoted!”

“…I just need to get them to surrender.”

“what? “You can get promoted even if you don’t kill them?”

Aren’t bloody promotion battles the rule of this underworld?

Besides you said earlier that it’s a diet of jungles and jungles?

“What happened? “Does this make sense?”

I looked at him like I genuinely didn’t understand.

Coincidentally he also had similar eyes.

“Didn’t you… say you’ve only been in Noark for a month?”

“however?”

“No…”

The first to avert his eyes was Felix Barker.

* * *

A dark room with the windows covered with thick cloth.

Misha Karlstein thought as she stood up with her eyes wide open.

Another day has begun.

After slightly pulling back her curtains to see if it was daytime she lay down on her bed again.

Her sleep had not returned and her unwashed body was covered in sweat from last night’s nightmare.

And I was so hungry that I felt sick.

To the point of bitterness.

“….”

Misha led her haggard body out of her room.

And she stopped in front of Yandel’s room which she had not touched since that day. She feels like if she opens the doorknob and goes in the person she was waiting for will be sleeping inside.

However in the end she was unable to open the door again today.

Trudging.

She turned her back helplessly and went down the stairs to the first floor.

Like the second floor the first floor was dark.

She had curtains drawn on all the windows because people would come and leave her flowers.

Misha muttered in her dry voice.

“You came and went again….”

On the table on the first floor there was a note written in crooked letters by Einar asking me to check that the grocery box had been filled.

Rattling.

Misha checked her grocery box.

Vegetables often used when cooking with rye bread.

And meat and fruits.

Most of it was filled with things she had eaten well before.

but….

“Ugh.”

Just looking at it makes me feel nauseous.

I can’t even smell it.

Rye bread was Bjorn’s favorite.

Not to mention meat.

Since Bjorn was a picky eater I always bought plenty of vegetables and there were leftovers every day so I had no choice but to eat them often.

In the end Misha closed her grocery box again as if trying to escape her.

But she knew it herself.

She still has to eat.

If you don’t eat your body will break down.

If it were Yandel she wouldn’t have wanted that.

“Bjorn….”

A dark kitchen with the lights off.

She collapsed into her chair sobbed for a while then got up again and walked over to the grocery box.

It was that moment.

“Oh you were there? “I thought she had no one.”

An unfamiliar man’s voice was heard from behind me.

‘thief?’

Misha turned behind her grabbing the knife that was on her cutting board. Her movements were so agile that it could not be said that she was a person who was in trouble.

but….

“Wow that’s dangerous.”

The gunman easily grabbed her wrist holding the knife and subdued her.

She tried hard but she was so strong that she didn’t budge.

“It’s been a while since we met but why don’t you start swinging a sword?”

“It’s been a while…?”

Misha unconsciously lifted her gaze upward and checked the face of the assailant.

It was dark and she couldn’t see very well.

But she felt familiar somehow.

Her race is human.

The skin is as white as snow and appears to have grown beautifully with not a single scar visible. The platinum hair a symbol of nobility is well-groomed and slicked back.

And above all….

[Red Cat Are you a player?]

[Huh? Freya?]

[Is it an evil spirit?]

[Oh it’s not…?]

A unique light yet creepy tone of speech.

Thanks to this her memories of her golden boy came back.

“You did that at that time…!”

“I guess you remember? My name is Baekho Lee. “I’ll let this go so just be quiet.”

“….”

The man who said the strange name Lee Baek-ho released her arm as promised.

Misha stepped behind her wrapping his arms around her sore wrists.

Then she smiled as if to reassure the platinum-haired man.

“Don’t be too guarded.”

Goosebumps spread from her spine.

Unlike the long curved corners of the mouth.

“I just came because I wanted to ask you something.”

The eyes were not smiling at all.