Chapter 35 - Volume 1
TL: Welp, it’s good that this cliffhanger isn’t going to last too long…
Chapter 35 – The illusion of the past
The sun was brightest in this spring under the clear sky.
During April, the viridescent grass extended itself to the end of Bruglas’s river, verdant and luxuriant trees grew in the forest, and one could find a watermill or sawmill at the golden currents of the river’s turn.
The crystal clear water flowed along the pebbles in the stream, crossing the pine mountains and then downwards to the Vieiro area. To the natives who lived there, this river was like an endless song that carried the wisdom of the ages.
The old Brendel believed in that story and he traveled along the river to listen to the sounds within the forest. There were bears residing in it, but it was difficult to spot them. In his memories, this was the place where his grandfather loved to bring him in the past.
And in the current Brendel’s memory, this was a newbie’s region that he was instantly familiar. Most of the creatures were low leveled while the bears were the BOSS of this area, and dropped quality hides. (BOSS was written directly in English in the raws, which I opted to keep as a flavor.)
The two memories had meshed together and sprang up in his mind here.
If that was the case, it was merely a rare level 16 elite, and he could easily defeat it.
But in his memories, it was never easy with the Golden Demonic Tree. If anything, the creatures that were corrupted by the ‘Blood of Gods’ were the most malevolent creatures in this world. There was no reasoning to how evil they were.
[If I counted the time correctly, I should entering a plot event right about now right?]
Even though he had been in this world for a few days, he still subconsciously used terms unique to his previous world.
At this moment, he heard a series of sounds where metal struck each other. His ears moved. At his current level three Military Swordsmanship, he was able to discern from his ears that two people were fighting.
[But it doesn’t sound like a duel, but mere practice.]
He did not choose to evade this event as he knew that it was pointless to do so. Furthermore, avoiding danger meant that he was fleeing and counted as a negative emotion, which might be used by the Golden Demonic Tree. He followed the source of the sound and discovered they came from the nearby watermill and logging mill. When he drew in a little closer and looked across the water wheel, he saw two surprising figures.
It was an old man full of silvery grayish hair with long sideburns. He wore a deep blue colored uniform with a familiar emblem, and there was a sword in his hand. His figure gave an indomitable impression, as if he was an immovable mountain. But what made Brendel’s heart skip a beat was his expression, and his eyes displayed an unassailable will behind them. If anyone with a guilty bone in his body saw him, they would immediately avert their eyes away in contrition.
The other person was a boy holding a wooden sword. He looked no different from other boys, but the meaning was different in his eyes.
This boy was… Brendel.
More accurately, it was a young Brendel.
He raised his head in shock as he realized who the old man was. That was definitely his grandfather, a veteran in the November’s war and one who had received the Candlelight emblem–
[Holy shit! The Candlelight emblem from the Holy Cathedral of flames isn’t something that can be gotten easily—]
His heart quickened as he realized that the dream world was a little different from the game. But with that hesitation, he realized the aura from his grandfather was becoming stronger, even affecting his mind.
“I’m being hit with negative emotions!” He immediately realized he was affected subconsciously. It was completely different in the game, since there was no way a game could affect the mind, but right here in this real world…!
[This is going to be much more difficult compared to the game with this…]
Brendel gritted his teeth as he checked the bag on his belt. Fortunately he still had a trump card. Even though this was utterly unexpected, it was still in his control.
He calmed down as he realized this.
The old man’s eyes stopped on him. He stared at him for a moment before speaking.
“Lad, are you qualified to inherit everything from my grandson?”
This sentence made Brendel’s body tremble.