With the major blow of a momentary desire to die, the mysterious ability attached to the invitation takes effect.
Outside a magical-style manor, a half-naked man appeared out of thin air.
Garn, who had covered his face with the Holy Gun, and the Arbiter, who had already made a rough turn, twisted their heads and were stunned.
"What the hell!"
Suddenly appearing in an unfamiliar environment, Fintan gazed blankly for a moment but quickly thought back to the situation he'd just been in and lowered his head without a word, clenching his fists.
Then not long after, Witcher, who was covered in red light, appeared as well.
The black armor on his body was cracked all over as if he had endured many attacks that were difficult to resist, while the look on his face was likewise very low.
"I'll kill you!"
Fintan doesn't even care what mood he's in right now, he just lunges forward with his arms outstretched.
Lister looked at the later ones with an oddly strange face.
One with slap marks on his face, his face swollen; one shirtless, like a total exhibitionist; one looking like he'd been in a fight and then been savagely abused; how did these people look even more humiliated than if they'd confessed to their first love?
A little curious, he asked, "What did you all use to get in here?"
St. Guns, who was advising the fight, turned back.
"The process doesn't matter anymore, the outcome is that we'll just be able to assemble without any problems, so why don't you think of a way to pull these two apart?"
Eleazar, who had already adjusted his emotions, nodded, "That's right, the process doesn't matter."
Fintan grimaced, "You destroyed my honor!"
The two turned their heads again to look at the knight with only a pair of pants on him, vaguely guessing a little of his pitiful ordeal, and consoled him:
"It's okay, judging by your complete lack of loss of control, you gave in to life a long time ago, you just didn't realize it yourself."
"Clunk!"
The silver sword he had grabbed from Witcher fell to the ground and Fintan froze for a moment, as if a word had woken him up he rushed to the two men and asked:
"Where do I look depraved!"
Looking at the exhibitionist in front of them, the two awkwardly averted their eyes.
"Uh, well..."
"The disappearance of many sequences is not unjustified, and you imagine how those who still have all kinds of virtues still survive in today's society."
"You have to adapt to change instead of being stubborn and archaic, of course, the bottom line still has to be followed, but whatever it becomes, we can understand..."
Eleazar nodded quickly, "Yes, even if you went to gamble because you were having a hard time making ends meet, we would understand."
"Shut up, I'll kill you if you speak again!"
The two acolytes blushed strangely when they heard that the knight had another such experience.
Eleazar had to keep his mouth shut and pull out his clothes and gear and throw them over.
Liszt patiently persuaded, "Your conditions for promotion in this sequence are too harsh, you're out of [Dignity] right now anyway, so why not choose a Paladin honestly?"
Fintan doesn't say a word about wearing his gear.
"Speaking of paladins..."
Holy Gun Gahn glanced at the cursed armor on Witcher.
"I think I've seen this armor of yours somewhere."
"Meadow, Linden?"
Eleazar silently corrected, "It's Merlin..."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, the Merlins!"
"I met a paladin once, well, his armor looked a lot like this one you're wearing."
Eleazar's spirits lifted, "Do you know anything else about that knight?"
Gahn shrugged, "I don't know much about the man's past, other than that well-known incident."
Lister said in a somewhat regretful tone, "That accident is actually what happens to most curmudgeonly knights, and it's extraordinarily painful because there's no choice."
"What accident?"
Of the three, only Fintan still doesn't know about that paladin's elegy.
Eleazar, who had just learned the history of the cursed armor from the Holy Maiden, said silently:
"His territory was infected with a plague of natural disasters, and to keep that plague, which was spreading extremely fast, from spreading, he wielded a butcher's knife and killed all of his subjects who were still conscious, who hadn't yet mutated, and who didn't even know what was happening yet, in the eyes of those who had once been incredibly trusting and admiring, and who had finally become horrified and cursed. He defended the territory, but betrayed his beliefs, and then went mad..."
It was from the Holy Maiden that he had learned that the curse might be hopelessly lifted, so his tone was extraordinarily sullen.
Before being teleported, the woman let out a sigh of regret as she stomped on him.
Qishi: "That's sad, you're going to be locked up in this armor for the rest of your life."
...
After listening to that paladin's elegy, Fintan looks a bit surprised.
Eleazar patted him on the shoulder at length.
"You should understand now that Finnian and I have good intentions."
"Get the hell away from me!"
After removing the hidden dangers from the squad, the four of them finally began to survey the odd manor.
The overall building looked like a lonely island floating in a time and space rift, underneath was the terrible and appalling mother river of time, once planted, I'm afraid that all traces of itself would be washed away, the existence of the past directly from the world all wiped out.
Several people backed up and went back under the walls of the manor.
Fintan looked around at the 3-meter-high red-brick fence and hesitated, "I thought there were, like, two more Acolytes?"
Lister sank his gaze, "I'm afraid they've already gone in."
The knight jumped the fence again, but only observed the chaos inside.
"With what we have now, we can't spy on things from the outside."
Gahn finished checking his twin guns and nodded toward a few people around him, "Let's go in too."
Still, Lister asked cautiously, "Witcher, do you sense anything?"
Eleazar closes his eyes and contemplates for a long moment.
"Laughter, madness, excitement, all blood-soaked redness in it, as if there were a rave party going on as if there couldn't be a hint of lowliness or regret, or else they would be expelled..."
Listening carefully to the enclosure where not a single movement came out, the three men looked at each other.
"Perception that good?"
There was no use speculating anymore outside, so the door they pushed open.
Inside, it was as if it were another alien dimension, a vast, endless expanse of dark lawn underneath the chaos, at the end of which stood a gilded building.
A winding path, the ground paved with a variety of frustrated and agonized faces, with various signs stuck on either side.
[Insisting]
[Endurance]
[Perseverance]
[Tenacious]
[Success]
...
A few eyes narrowed.
"What a strong psychic suggestion!"
The door behind them suddenly closed automatically, and a mannequin in a black dress appeared out of nowhere.
"Welcome to Green Vine Manor, where every one of you is a candidate for king, and where the loser is banished, while the winner gets to stay and enjoy endless fun!"
Eleazar blushed, "The King's wager?"