Episode three. What exactly is this? >
[The skill is altered forcibly.]
"Okay!...Bug!"
Pelas' field of view was filled with an information window that looked just like the one in the game.
And there's that.
[The skill is altered forcibly.]
"Excellent job!"
This was the final phase.
The name of the obtained talent is displayed in the following information box.
Instead of Berserker, the name of the higher level skill to obtain.
[You have mastered the piercing eye!
]
Pelas examined the most recent information window.
"It's finished, but..."
Pelas shook his head.
A fatal mistake resulted in a forced skill change.
It wasn't my first time seeing it.
That was clearly a sentence that appeared when a flaw in the Lost Spellbook was triggered.
I've heard this phrase before.
But there was an issue back then.
This ability appeared at random.
eyes that pierce.
Even after searching through his previous life memories, this was the first skill he had ever seen.
"What is this, piercing eyes?"
He was familiar with every talent in the Winter War series.
Not to mention the third, this type of skill did not exist in the first or second.
What the hell are you talking about?
Let us try writing it for a change.
If you write it down, you could receive a hint.
He remembered the name of the talent he had just thought of.
[Piercing Observation]
OK!
Surprisingly, nothing occurred.
It was quite bizarre.
What do you mean by "nothing occurs even if you utilise them"?
Pelas was heartbroken.
"ruined..."
Fellas massaged his face with a dry face wash.
I attempted to utilise the skill, but received no answer.
There were no lasers shooting out of the eyeballs, nor was there any clairvoyance.
Irritation quickly overtook despair.
"Look, the fucking insect game is alive and well!!"
There is no Berserker skill, and the Seeing Eye skill is worthless.
What are you going to do now to discontinue Leonil?
According to the myth, Leonil was a monster capable of defeating even Fellas, who was fully clothed.
Pelas, who had almost collapsed on his knees on the floor, was pulled back to his senses by the sound of a knock.
smart!
Pellas responded in a sluggish tone.
"Who exactly is this?"
"Havertz here, Bocchan."
* * *
Havertz brought in a line of food carts.
It appeared that lunch was approaching.
"Could you please place it on the table?"
The servants placed the food from the cart on the table in accordance with his directions.
That had to have been a supper for only one Pelas, yet the quantity was enormous.
You seemed to be full if you only ate two of the dozens of platters.
Pelas made a shaky motion with his head.
"How come you're hauling so many people?"
The attendants were taken aback by his statements.
Pelas' gaze darted back and forth, scrutinising their expressions.
In Pelas' mind, a fleeting image of himself from the past appeared in an instant.
[Did you dare to bring these to me to eat?! Destroy them all! ]
And, if you flip the reward, it's a large window.
The table in my mind was likewise a delicacy comparable to the one in front of my eyes.
Yet, the original Pelas was dissatisfied with it.
When he remembered his previous misdeeds, he tried to distract himself by clearing his throat.
"It's okay, we'll have a leisurely supper, so leave it and go; I'll call you back after the meal is over."
The staff welcomed him promptly and departed his room as soon as he finished speaking.
Except for one individual.
Havertz was the only one who stayed until the finish.
Pelas' eyes was drawn to him.
"What's the problem?"
"Are you finished with the book?"
His comments reminded me of a Berserker ability I had forgotten about.
Pelas gulped deeply.
'Black. 'My prized Berserker ability...'
But he stated it without bragging.
"I haven't finished it yet."
The history texts are untouched.
These have to be read at least once as well.
Havertz proceeded carefully after hearing the response.
"Boss, this Havertz has me worried."
"What."
"Because you don't typically read novels like that, and your voice has altered a little."
Havertz, Pelas' personal butler, had always been by his side.
It would be even more unusual not to notice the difference in Pelas.
That was the same reaction as before.
Grumbling about food would have been the norm in the old Pellas.
Just not right now.
Pelas agreed that it was difficult to ignore Havertz's solemn countenance.
Even if everything is impossible, the current situation requires some explanation.
"To be honest, I have something to tell you."
"You are welcome to talk."
"My recollections are incomplete. Apart for you and Robben, who have always been close to me, I have absolutely no memories."
Havertz was unconcerned.
It was almost as though he expected it to be way.
"As expected...you're correct."
"Did you know that?"
"It's been 20 years since the tiny guy served the young master, and there's no way he'd forget."
"I see."
"Do you read books in case your memories come back to haunt you?"
"
That is not the case... Is it necessary to inform me?
Pelas gave a harsh nod.
"I've got to do something."
"As predicted. I also questioned the congressman, seeing as he didn't recall me or Mr. Robben at first. He said he suffered a head injury, so there may be aftereffects. The memory may come back suddenly, gradually. He stated his memory may come back."
"Really? What if you don't return?"
"I heard the response that I can't tell for sure that won't happen, but don't be too disheartened, young master; I will try my best to aid Havertz as well."
"That's correct... he's dependable."
"Don't worry; I'll always be there for you."
"Uh, uh."
Havertz nodded and exited the building.
Pelas didn't notice the little shift in his eyes.
* * *
Havertz recalled a chat he had with Senator Pelas after leaving his room.
[Look. Is there any decent treatment that can help the master regain his memory? As you are aware, I am willing to pay any sum.]
[sorry. Havertz. There is no such thing as a medication in the world. but...]
[but? Something? Tell me, please.]
[yes. It frequently resurfaces when you discuss items or individuals you frequently experienced.]
Havertz rubbed his chin as he remembered the incident.
"Well, the only persons I see on a regular basis are this old man and Robben-kun. Things..."
Pelas had been wielding the blade for the longest time, as far as he was aware.
The well-known sword Apel.
Havertz reasoned that if he put it in front of Pelas again, there may be an improvement.
The issue was that the sword was being particularly managed by the present owner, Count Egor.
Pelas's belongings were taken and placed in a corner of the mansion as a result of the recent accident.
"I've been seeing the Count for a long time, but he's not the type of guy who can quickly resolve his anger once and for all; he won't let you go just by saying it..."
Even if someone in the country stepped forward, it would be difficult to persuade Count Egor to bring out the sword as long as he was enraged.
Stealing was also difficult.
Because there was a direct command from Count Egor, vigilance would be tight.
Even if it was taken, the pursuit would continue, and in the worst-case scenario, the death sentence would be feasible.
Havertz used his hand to carefully loosen the necktie that was too tight around his neck.
"But I'm the young master's attendant, and I suppose this old guy should exercise his body once in a while."
* * *
When the sun goes down.
Pelas was standing in front of the desk, shampooing his hair.
"For the time being, it's like everything I know."
He shut the heavy history book that was open.
blank.
A almost pre-thick book.
Pelas, on the other hand, didn't have to read it all.
No, Koo Sung-sung was already aware of it.
A historical book with only the most important facts.
The accounts of the first and second winter wars were, of course, the principal contents.
If this is the case, what happens in the future will be similar to the events of Winter War 3.
I needed to prepare.
Keep your feet up and brace yourself for survival.
smart.
Just as Pelas' problems were becoming worse, he heard another tap on the door.
He sat in front of the desk, his gaze drawn away from it.
"Did you just finish your dinner?"
Havertz's voice was heard after the knock.
"Bocchan, this is Havertz. May I come in for a moment?"
"okay."
The door opened and Havertz entered once Pelas granted permission.
Pelas remarked, pointing to the table.
"Please take a seat."
"yes."
Havertz was carrying something enormous in her bosom, covered in fabric.
He carefully placed it on the table.
Pelas instinctively turned to face it.
"What's the problem?"
Havertz responded by pointing to the enigmatic object.
"This is why I've been seeking for you."
"What exactly is this?"
He unravelled the rolled-up rag with care.
And what came out of it was something Fellas was familiar with.
Pelas always carried his sword with him.
The well-known sword Apel.
"How do you do it, Apel?"
Pelas' memories flashed back as he spotted the weapon.
Count Egor's reminiscences.
He was never one to give this information out readily.
It means Havertz brought the item personally.
Pelas frowned and admonished him in hushed tones.
"Why did you undertake such a risky thing? If your father is apprehended, not even you can guarantee your life!"
Havertz responded with a soft grin.
"I have no time left since the young master is so concerned about me."
"Don't speak like a lady."
"Heh heh heh, I'll do everything you want."
Pelas gave him a scornful glance.
"It's like memories; you simply have to look for them gently."
"I can't let go of a single thing you have, not even my memories."
"It's a sword, and you'll see it later."
"If you have the personality of the Count, Apel can melt even the most famous sword."
"..."
Pelas was unable to respond.
Because he was a man capable of such feats.
Havertz went on.
"Wouldn't it be like losing a clue to recover the master's memory?" "I couldn't leave it alone."
"However, from now on, notify me and move."
"Master, yes."
Pelas returned his gaze to Appel after hearing his response.
Pelas carefully grasps the sword bottle.
Then, when I carefully lifted the blade, I was reminded of long-forgotten memories.
This mansion's life.
Egor, Count.
And even my childhood memories of Havertz.
Havertz inquired warily, looking at the quiet Pelas.
"Bocchan, do you recall anything?"
Pelas silently nodded.
Only then did Havertz's face light up.
"Congratulations!"
Pelas, on the other hand, maintained a solemn face.
Havertz, sensing something weird, inquired of Pelas.
"What's the point, young master?"
Pelas didn't even respond, instead looking at Apel.
His eyes were picking up on new information.
[APEL]
Count DiMeo's family has passed down a famed sword from generation to generation.
- Strength gains 10 points.
-Increases Agility by a factor of ten.
Thus far, information is available.
What was seen underneath it, however, was unknown even to Kuo Sung.
!
When Leonil and Nelsong establish a party, this item offers the following bonus stats. (Quest unfinished)
- Increases strength by 1-10%.
-Boosts agility by 1-15%.
-Additional stats vary at random within each attack's value.
Pelas unknowingly vomited out the words he had been thinking in his head.
"That's what it was... The perceptive eye."
An eye that can see through concealed things' powers.
It appeared to be the capability of the talent Pelas had learned.
Episode three. What exactly is this? >end