Chapter 3.2: Escape (3)

Oh, wait. That’s probably a bit too much.

I immediately regretted what I said. What did I mean by ‘interesting’? I probably went too far to create an atmosphere. It would have been okay to just nod and accept the other’s offer.

Still, I was safe since Dayphon’s face seemed to brighten up a little for an instant.

Fortunately, my earnestness seemed to have been conveyed, and he walked into the prison.

Kang!

An unknown intangible force easily smashed the restraints, and it scattered on the floor.

Only then could I regain my freedom.

When I glanced at him, he didn’t look like he found anything strange.

Yeah, could you imagine that the guy who killed the warrior was a weakling who couldn’t even break a single piece of metal?

“I formally greet you again. I am Dayphon Cladinel, Chief of Staff of the Overlord, belonging to the Overlord Castle of the Calderic Monarchy.”

Overlord’s direct chief of staff?

Somehow, the identity is amazingly high.

Only then did I know his true identity.

I didn’t memorize all the names of the many NPCs in RaSa, so I couldn’t immediately recall the names when I heard them.

Chief of staff of the Overlord of Calderic. He was the closest aide to the Overlord, and his actual influence was as great as that of the Nine Lords.

After he finished speaking, he stared at me.

It was a gaze waiting for an answer.

I felt uneasy. I didn’t even know who this body belonged to, so how could I introduce myself?

After a moment of silence, I finally uttered a short word.

“Ron.”

There was no meaning behind it. Just a name that came to my mind randomly in an instant.

Because I couldn’t even say my real name—Seok Ja—in this Western-style fantasy world.

Fortunately, Dayphon nodded without asking further.

“Oh, and excuse me, but can I have the warrior’s corpse?”

“…?”

“There’s probably someone else who might want this. Ownership of the body, of course, belongs to Sir Ron.”

No, I don’t need any of that.

What did he mean by having ownership over a dead body? Who would want this?

Ah, is he talking about the King of the Dead?

Anyway, it was a good thing for me, so I replied he could take care of it in whichever way he wanted.

After a short thank you, Dayphon waved his hand at the warrior’s corpse.

Then, a dark aura rose and in an instant swallowed the corpse without a trace.

“Then, Sir Ron, I will take you to the Overlord’s Castle right now. I will teleport you, so please do not resist my magic.”

Dayphon said and held out his hand.

Come to think of it, one of the Chief of Staff’s abilities must have been an ultra-long distance teleport. But wait a minute—

…To the Overlord’s castle right now?

I stared at his outstretched hand with a trembling heart, then grabbed it and stood up.

Ugh.

Soon, the surrounding space slowly distorted with a soft blue light, and for an instant, I felt a sensation as if my body was floating.

…Felt like vomiting. How much time had passed? Had 10 seconds passed?

When my vision became clear again, I was no longer in the prison of a convoy.

I blinked my eyes, hiding my surprise at the scenery that changed in an instant.

A dark and spacious communal space.

On the walls in all directions, there were countless huge stones that glowed in blue, and the light emitted from them gathered right under the feet to form a geometric figure.

…Magic circle?

I looked down at it slowly disappearing, then raised my head and looked around.

Aside from the magic circle, the monsters in robes stood motionless like stone statues around them.

It’s like an atmosphere that something would happen if one tried to even move.

“Sir Dayphon.”

A woman dressed to look like a butler came closer and bowed her head.

“Thank you for your hard work. I’m glad you returned safely.

Naturally, my eyes went to her pointy ears. An elf?

“What about the Overlord?”

“She’s in her seat. The meeting of the lords will begin in a little while.”

“We came back at a very opportune time.”

After muttering that, Dayphon continued talking to the woman who glanced at me with a questioning gaze.

“This is a nobleman I will introduce to the Overlord directly. Let’s do our best to serve him.”

“…!”

Those words obviously took her aback, but soon quickly returned to her expressionless expression.

Then, with one arm folded, she bowed with the utmost respect.

“I have committed disrespect. My name is Caren.”

…Should I say that things were moving in the right direction?

Even after escaping the convoy, the situation was still frantic.

So… this is the Calderic’s Overlord’s castle, right?

Did we really travel that long distance from the realm of Santea to Calderic in one go?

And from now on, would I have to face the Overlord of Calderic?

Of course, I somehow had already expected that, but… straight away?

I wondered what kind of reaction would Dayphon have if I changed my words and told him I would reject his offer?

Unlike the convoy from earlier, this was Dayphon’s main base and the very center of Calderic’s forces.

Was it too optimistic to expect someone to let go of me with a smile on their face?

“Welcome to Calderic’s Overlord Castle, Sir Ron.”

Dayphon, who had no way of knowing how I was feeling, said that and I could only sigh.

The price of escaping a sinking ship was entering the tiger’s den.

The Overlord of Calderic, Rashtain.

In addition, even in RaSa’s worldview, one of the most powerful leader.

Ah, now I really didn’t know what to do.

Whatever happens, happens, I guess?