I Am the Only Totem in This World

Episode 202. Afterword (2)

Episode 202 Afterword (2)

“…Uh, Hannah. “It’s been a while.”

He took a big bite of his sandwich and swallowed it. I’m not sure if I’m going to say this without spilling the beans.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come visit you. Dina said there may be some remaining demons, and asked me to help her subdue them… “

“Know. “I said it in a message.”

“Yes, that’s right. “You did, right?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Hannah was just blinking, as if she couldn’t remember what to say next.

“…”

It was the same for me too. It’s a bit funny, but I became a bit awkward with Hannah.

Is it because we started as online friends?

Isn’t there something like that? If you chat, you can write down all kinds of nonsense, but if you actually say it face to face, it’s embarrassing. It felt exactly like that.

“Paladin, if you have nothing to do, get out of the way. Sanz can’t pass by.”

Of course, the fact that Lakhe was by my side every time we met also played a role. Lake volunteered to be my guard 24 hours a day, saying it was dangerous now that I had become an ordinary human.

I didn’t force it. I also agreed. Since I could die from a knife from an ordinary person, I agreed to go with Lake, my trusty guardian.

The problem is that because of that, Lakhe gets involved every time he runs into Hannah. Since their relationship began as a kidnapper and a hostage (or sacrifice), the two are already on bad terms.

Every time we see each other, we open our eyes and glare at each other, and I feel scared. If there was a fist fight or an argument, I could have stopped it, but since they just stare at me, I can’t mediate this.

“…Chi.”

I twitched my lips to say something, but after one look at my face, Hannah lowered her head and walked by.

“Eat it slowly.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Lake snorted as he watched Hannah leave and held out a water bottle.

“Huh.”

As I was swallowing the water, Lakhe, who had clearly seen me like that, opened his mouth.

“It seems like that paladin has feelings for Sanz.”

“What? No, that wouldn’t be it.”

Oh my, I almost squirted. What are you talking about all of a sudden?

Lake, are you a vicious woogyeoler (a person who entangles relationships between men and women whenever he gets the chance)?

“The way you looked at Sanzu was heartbreaking.”

He’s just an expert in attention methods. Gungye, Gungye.

“Well, you said there was such a thing as a community, right? A friend I met there. “I guess it’s because I feel sorry for not being able to come visit the hospital?”

“What do you think, Sanz? Do you like that girl?”

“…”

Do you like Hannah? Honestly, I don’t know. Of course, it was fun when we exchanged private messages together. When it was a totem whose activities were limited due to the presence or absence of limbs, there was nothing more fun than that.

But you like it? That’s a bit of a different problem. I wasn’t excited or anything.

When it comes to romantic relationships, I tend to be a bit picky, or rather cautious. Some people say that I’m just born with the constitution to be a lover, but that’s absolutely not the case.

Being lovers since ancient times, huh? We spend some time getting to know each other, we check to see if our hobbies and jokes are the same, we worry about whether our pounding feelings are temporary, and through that process, we become convinced that ‘if this is the person we can spend the rest of our lives with’. In this case, we’re dating.

… I don’t think that’s what I should say after making my ex-girlfriend cry and suddenly dating her.

A man who is weak to women’s tears?

It was a time when I was trying to answer honestly that I didn’t know.

“She has a bad personality and a weak heart. You won’t be able to raise a good, healthy child.”

“Phew.”

Oh, I exploded. What is the logic that an old man wearing a hanbok would argue?

It feels real that Lakhe is not a modern person of the 21st century, but a native of a fantasy world.

If you think about it, Dodo’s strange way of thinking, trying to determine a good girl or a bad girl based on the size of a milk jug, may be normal in this world.

“Yes, Sanzu?”

Lakhe’s eyes shake, embarrassed by my laughter.

“You just seemed a bit too Dodo.”

“…!”

Lakke’s eyebrows go up as she closes her mouth.

You’re upset. It’s cute, like a heartbroken child.

“I would have had a light meal as well. “I’m thinking of doing some simple walking exercises for rehabilitation purposes. “What do you think?”

“…I understand.”

Even if I pout, he still answers. They say the kid is good.

I headed to training site 2 with Lakhe. Unlike existing training centers that were used only by warriors, this facility can also be used by the general public. There is a separate running course, so I was thinking of using it.

[Not Netcam: .]

[Not Netcam: .]

[Not Netcam: .]

[?]

[Netcamama: Is he still next to you?]

[Who? Rake?]

[Not Netkama: Yes]

[We always hang out together]

[Not Netkama: Wasn’t he just a piece of gum?]

[Netkamaanim: You were so proud of yourself as a guardian, but why did you become a piece of gum?]

[Uh-huh, a piece of gum. Still, he volunteered because he was worried about me.]

[Not Netkama: Worried?]

[Netcamama: What happened with you?]

[What is that noise?]

[Are you a stubborn person too?]

[Not Netkama: What is Ugyeolle, you idiot]

[He’s just giving me a bodyguard because I’m weak. Strange thoughts]

[Not Netkama: I can be the bodyguard]

[I, Malak’s messenger.]

[The protection of the Holy Knight is not received.]

[Not Netkama: Ah]

[Not Netkama: Yes]

[Not Netcam: Yes~]

I received a private message from Hannah, so I didn’t forget to reply.

“Hot hot hot! Aren’t you Messenger Sanz! “I thought you were in the treatment room!”

The strongest alpha male in this world, Kanto, the muscle-bound warchief, greeted me in front of the training ground.

He is a burdensome guy who flashes a huge ax (it hurts) and flashes a murderous smile.

“What are you doing here? Even if it was Malak’s instructions?”

Why are you at training ground number 2 and not number 1? It’s so burdensome that everyone will run away.

“It’s nothing. “I just thought I would relax a little to remember my discharge.”

He said it with as much dignity as possible. Although Lacena and the possessed person know everything about the situation, they try to walk around with as much dignity as possible in front of barbarians or civilized people.

“Oh, exercise! Great! This warchief, no, Kanto, the berserker chosen by Malak, is personally training-!”

No, you crazy person. Can’t you see I’m in a cast?

Even if that’s not the case, exercise with Kanto? All I can think of is the ending in which my body, unable to withstand the harsh training, crumbles into dust.

It won’t be Sanzu’s exciting exercise time, but Kanto’s happy origami time.

“Lake?”

I asked for help from a reliable guardian.

“Move. “Be quick when saying nice things.”

“…Let’s do it together next time!”

Kanto retreated at the words of Lakhe, who had become low-pressure after being compared to the young man with the milk bucket.

It’s not because Kanto is scary, it’s because he was treated harshly when he sparred with Lake a few days ago. He grumbled that he had become much stronger at this level and then challenged Lakhe. It came with a very dirty bowl of muksabal.

How do you know? That’s right… Because the room next to the treatment room was Canto.

Unlike me, who only had a bandage on my right arm, he was brought in with bandages wrapped all over his body. I thought it was a mummy.

Kanto you bastard. I really have no fear. A world where superpowers such as Jinmalak, Seven Headed Dragon, Evil God, and Dark Cloud Charon have disappeared. How dare you attack Lakhe, who stands tall as the undisputed best person in the world.

He’s not a berserker, it’s probably just a rabid mutt.

“Oh.”

There were quite a few people on the running course. So much so that you can even see a group of children walking slowly while making noise.

It’s almost like a university playground.

“It’s a commotion. Should we kick them all out?”

“Do not do that. Please.”

It was time to walk slowly and exercise with Lakhe.

“Messenger! “Sans!”

A paladin appeared, urgently looking for me. She is now Noah, a full-fledged adult woman.

“What’s going on?”

“T-Tteun-ni…” ” ” !”

She was Noah, breathing heavily as if she had run in a hurry.

“Take a breath and speak.”

“Teonteun is strange!”

“What?”

***

When she heard that there was a problem with Taeun-yi’s condition, she moved as quickly as possible.

“Messenger!”

Paya, pale and tired, was holding the head of a monster pigeon the size of a house.

Kwiik… !

As the days went by, the dog grew bigger and eventually became a giant monster and fell to the ground.

“What happened?”

“Toutun, strong… !”

I calmed down Paya, who was very surprised, and listened to her story.

Danteun, who had been groaning since yesterday evening, collapsed this morning and is unable to stand up.

“Tunteun’s spiritual power is running wild! But I don’t know why… !”

“I will ask Malak for help.”

He winked at Lakhe. Lake lifted up Totem No. 3 on his belt.

The current setting is that Malak is taking a long break to recover her depleted godhood from killing the evil spirit and enduring Charon’s special attack.

For the time being, I can only communicate with Sanz, so I told Malak to call me if he needs anything.

I quickly transferred my consciousness to the totem. Lakhe supported my body very carefully.

– Priest Paya. I’m here, don’t worry.

“Malak!”

I looked at Tunteun with the eyes of a totem, or rather, a divine being.

A powerful energy was writhing within Teunteun’s spiritual body.

This energy… Huh?

Lake, who was examining Tunteun with me, frowned.

“Could it be…Roa?”