To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 563

episode 563 dragon rare (1)

could it be that he felt his gaze during the sword dance?

sylveria’s sword suddenly stopped.

sweating profusely, she turned her head away as if embarrassed.

“i didn’t know it existed. what’s going on at night like this?”

that’s what you say

why are you swinging your sword in the middle of the night like this?

ray leaned against a nearby giant tree and sat down.

“what’s the matter with a young lady like that? a woman alone in the dark of the night.”

“father will be leaving for the royal capital soon. if i don’t train in preparation for that time... something like me won’t be of any help to the estate again.”

“are you thinking of becoming a sword master before the count leaves for the capital? don’t be in a hurry because it’s a long way to go. rather, it can be harmful.”

it was said with her in mind, but sylveria shook her head.

“there is no time. marquis garen and viscount mace are darker than you think. even now, they are still looking for people who will harm my father.”

it was the correct answer.

i was just about to hear from them that they had hired a sword or something as a mercenary.

perhaps because they’ve been through it before, their ways are so disgustingly familiar.

in other words, she was swinging her sword out of impatience for fear of losing her father.

it’s not that i don’t understand the mind, but this doesn’t change anything.

“it is meaningless. a few more swings of the sword in the middle of the night will not prevent the death of the countess.”

sylveria, who was a little angry at the words spoken bluntly, replied back.

“it’s something you don’t know unless you try it. all i have left is this.”

“have you caught a few goblins and become arrogant? at a time like this, i’d rather help gide and build a guild. we have no choice but to confront power with power and funds with funds.”

i hate to say it, but i can’t help it.

even though her swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to before, she is still a newbie who can’t even properly take care of herself.

it’s not that i’ve reached the state, and i don’t have much time left either.

it was impossible to grow to the point of protecting the count and himself within it.

in that case, it would be beneficial in many ways to quickly grow the upper ranks and keep the marquis and viscount central nobles in check.

silveria clenched her fists at his words that penetrated her blind spot.

within one minute she felt puzzled.

silveria, who had been talking with her head turned around, asked, facing ray this time.

“...how do you know i caught a goblin?”

even after saying that, ray felt sorry for him.

certainly she had said that she had caught monsters in the forest, but she had never said that she had caught goblins.

let’s say he is speechless and can’t answer.

sylveria hesitated a little before opening her mouth again.

“the one who saved me in the woods at that time... was you, after all.”

numerous corpses of monsters could be seen beyond the defeated goblins.

monsters such as ogres and orcs that were difficult for him to defeat were all lined up with their dead.

at that time, i shook my head and denied it at ray’s face that suddenly came to mind, but in fact, it was actually helping.

what are you hiding now?

in the end, i got sick.

ray let out a sigh.

“that’s right. shortly before the young lady fought the goblins in the forest, the escort knights were fighting the assassins. perhaps even gide would have died had i not come.”

at those words, sylveria swallowed her saliva.

good thing to say.

he has not had a single conversation with gaia and is in a state of cold war.

‘forgive gaia.’

ray roughly relayed the believer’s words to the goddess.

whether you know it or not

gide, feeling a little relieved, went on again.

“i am interested in great beings. isn’t their life and its end obviously strange? becoming a human, a goblin, an elf, or a dwarf just for fun.”

it’s strange when you say that.

why do those in charge of the middle world want to live their lives as other beings?

it was as if they wanted to forget themselves, even for a moment, living through the ages.

it’s been a long time since i had someone to talk to, so i had a lot of words to say.

“moreover, the end is futile, inconsistent with the grandiose life. extinction in the aftermath of the heavenly demon war? even now that they are gone, their footsteps remain faintly in middle-earth. there is no such thing as a great race already, but aren’t they still praised as ‘great race’ in middle-earth? to think that even they perished mercilessly under the judgment of the elyos and asmodians. i can’t believe it.”

because of that.

high elves and elves were given the position of guardians to protect themselves.

wyverns were no longer subordinate to dragons, and dwarves were fine without having to dedicate their work.

because the existence to protect peace in middle-earth has disappeared.

when a crisis came, they had to move with all their might, and in order to prevent destruction, multiracial people who were born without power had to overcome it by joining forces little by little.

if all of this is according to goddess gaia’s arrangement.

what the hell is gaia thinking?

* * *

around the time when my ears started to hurt from gide’s chatter, which became especially talkative today.

the running carriage came to a slow stop.

gide stepped down from the coachman’s seat and said happily.

“im here. this is dragon rare.”

dragon lair.

at those words, ray’s heart also thumped.

when i thought that i was facing them, i felt like i was an adventurer.

he got off the carriage with his excited heart still.

ok.

“wow...”

a huge cavity.

the entrance was obscured by a bush half my height, but there was no doubt that it had the feel of a dragon rare.

like the elven village, the trees were naturally placed like a fence, and old moss clung here and there, giving it a mysterious feel.

a different scent than the outside.

the idea that it was a place once used as a dwelling by great beings energized him involuntarily.

let’s take a step.

a small cloud of dust formed on the floor

.

dust floating in the sunlight comes into view.

pass through the entrance like a garden created by nature.

let’s step into the community little by little.

furniture that clearly felt that a great being was living began to appear one by one.

an old but elegant table and a teacup that looks fine even though it hasn’t been touched for a long time.

a book that looked like someone was reading it just now.

ray’s mouth fell shut at the sight that could not be expressed in words.