ALTANUS [8]

Regressor's Instructions Manual Episode 971

Altanus (8)

"Archmage Clarkin is entering."

'Yeah, feel free to come in wherever you want.'

"Princess of the Delia Empire and the resolute knight Lain Burck are entering."

Just go ahead and make your entrances, since you're all going to eventually.

Whether you're a princess, a noblewoman, or whatever, just come in and take your positions. This time, Lee Ki-young dominated the Church. The impact is different from the very beginning.

Adorned with extravagant accessories, the princess and the decently dressed knight entered as guests of the social event. However, they were still mere guests. Although an atmosphere of welcoming newcomers was created, the image of the Light Saint was etched into the minds of the attendees since the ceremony.

More dignified than the princess and more charismatic than the knight - the embodiment of the god of sacrifice and resurrection.

It's not because I'm more important than them. It may have seemed that they were more dazzling and talented than me, but titles are not everything. This is a time for us to get to know each other.

Nobility etiquette, royal etiquette, the bearing of an honorary disciple - these things are ingrained in me. Though the concept of etiquette may change with time, the curiosity about such matters is likely to arise.

Genuine recognizes genuine, and the learned identify their own. Even though it may seem like I'm walking without a care, a learned individual notices many things. Everyone treating me with caution probably had a reason. Who is this person? What kind of life has he lived? Who exactly is he? Their curiosity shifted from the Archmage or whatever to me.

The gathering of people was a natural course of events.

"Nice to meet you, Priest Lee Ki-young."

"Yes, nice to meet you."

"If it's not too much trouble, may we have a brief chat?"

"Of course."

Of course, other groups have formed around other people as well.

"Hahaha, I see."

"Lord Lucifer will be pleased."

"Hahahaha."

But even that group was just part of the crowd.

'Originally, when groups merge, the noisier one wins.'

I'm not talking about shouting hoarsely. When I see a group that seems particularly harmonious and happy, I want to join in, without even consciously realizing it. Even here, a harmonious group refers to one that includes the Light Saint.

A place where scholarly and intelligent individuals gather. Although they engage in complex discussions, the skill of finding subtle laughter within those conversations is a technique I've tested extensively with the nobility.

For esteemed priests, I praise Lucifer's greatness, and for proud and honorable nobles, I commend their family and bless them. I offer praise that proud, other nobles wouldn't. Because there's a sense that I might come to them, people gather around me even more.

One person calls another, who then calls someone else - a pyramid structure.

"Allow me to introduce someone, Priest.

I apologize for the inaccuracies. Thank you for correcting me. Here's the corrected translation:

"Such honor."

"I am Bishop Bahann. Nice to meet you."

'Yeah, whatever.'

"Pleasure to meet you, Bishop Bahann. I've heard a lot about you from Archbishop."

"I'm embarrassed. I don't know what Archbishop Dractaris has told you, but I'm not that remarkable. Priest... Haha..."

Even though there were a few nobodies mixed in, these nobodies were the ones calling in the important figures.

"Speaking of which, I've heard stories of radiant light emanating from your private prayer room. Perhaps the protagonist of the rumor..."

"...."

"Priest Lee Ki-young..."

"Though it may be inadequate, I have received the blessing of Lucifer."

"Hehe... I suppose it's true... Has it been that long?"

I even received a blessing, so he has said everything I needed to say.

Even amidst the party, the unseen battle in the realm continues.

Of course, such matters are not significant to the priests. Their purpose is to impress the sponsors who have come to the assembly.

Conversely, the sponsors are focusing on these invisible battles. People of this kind usually can't help but make a fuss if they're not the center of attention.

As evidence, the Princess has been glancing this way intermittently.

She might not have approached me first due to her pride, but perhaps she's curious about who I am.

Who are these people gathered here? Why is there a constant stream of laughter over there? I'm very curious about that.

At that moment, a loud voice echoed.

"What on earth is happening here!"

"...."

"...."

It was an event.

'It's been a while since an event like this has been announced.'

An uncommon event in the assembly, sometimes involving troublemakers causing problems.

This side, which had been idly observing the assembly, hadn't experienced many events like this before.

There are various types. A typical example is scoundrels causing disturbances for ladies, or drunkards causing a scene.

Given that all sorts of people gather in one place, it's almost inevitable that incidents occur.

While the guards' principle duty is to prevent problems in advance, those causing trouble often need to be dealt with within the group due to their status or power.

Usually, the one resolving such events is likely to become the protagonist of the day's assembly.

The timing is good.

Just as the young men and women are about to start a social dance. I, however, am not skilled in such activities.

Even prominent nobles from the influential families seem a bit disappointed, and some people who live for flaunting their dancing skills are present, so it's understandable.

"Why on earth won't you provide support! Didn't you promise to support us from the Underground Temple?"

"How many times have I told you? We can't just send the Templars or the Order of Paladins without cause. The evidence is lacking. Evidence!"

"If it's evidence you want, there's plenty. Please read the reports prepared by the Association. We've sent the same reports hundreds of times already..."

"We dispatched troops a year ago, and nothing came of it in the end. Have you considered how much astronomical resources were wasted? Sending reports alone won't suffice. Everything has a procedure. You can't dispatch troops recklessly."

"This time is different. Everyone... everyone needs to come together."

"tsk..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me."

'He doesn't seem drunk or anything.'

"Please calm down."

"Everyone needs to come together..."

From what I can make out, it sounds like a dispute between a man and a woman.

Given their talk of support and the Underground Temple's military power, it seemed like a request for assistance, but it doesn't seem to be progressing well.

Moderating it reasonably is the best approach. The hyenas of the religious community seem to share this perspective, but...

"Listen to me!"

"Enough! Metel!"

I had no choice but to take a slightly different approach.

[Generating a quest of rare grade.]

[Glow as if having a seizure. (0/1)] [[[????]]]]

A facial expression that doesn't seem to understand what has happened.

[I will help you solve the problems you have. (0/1)]

Our eyes meet. I see the face of a woman looking at me with a bewildered expression.

[No one will pay attention to your words. The people here aren't interested in what you're saying, and they don't seem to consider it a problem. This gathering was originally arranged for the sponsors who maintain the Underground Temple. Even if you ask for resources, do you think they'll listen? Just pretend for a moment. I might be able to help you, so give it a try. (0/1)]

She looks around. It's as if she's trying to locate where the voice is coming from.

[I know. I won't repeat what the threat you mentioned is or what suitable solutions there might be. I'm not sorry. Glow as if having a seizure. (0/1)]

I have nothing to lose, and they have no options.

"Listen to me!"

Sure enough, a person who is glowing right away enters my field of vision.

"It's not the time to be enjoying a social party here!"

There seems to be some sincerity in it.

"Calm down! Metel! This is not the place for that!"

"Why won't you believe! Why!"

"This Isn't this about refusing to help. After bringing more concrete evidence... We're considering various matters as well. Rather than arguing here... Perhaps the same happened at the Magic Tower....."

They couldn't communicate on the surface, so they came to the Divine Temple.

Judging from the circumstances, they must be one of the invited individuals.

"I will speak to Lady Altanus directly! Please let me see Lady Altanus!"

"Control yourself!"

"The continent is in danger! Everyone!"

"Take Lady Metel out!"

"Let go of me!"

[I'm sure you know what to do when I blink, right? I believe you can sense it to some extent. (0/1)]

The situation was on the verge of descending into chaos. The religious community hyenas also seem to realize that there's no clear solution. They're looking at us, and the guards are exchanging glances. It's about time for the protagonist to appear.

I move my steps slowly.

Just like before.

The crowds part as if under some spell, and situations that weren't very visible due to the crowd become clear.

A woman with tears in her eyes, showing anger, and those confronting her.

"Make way, please."

With strength in my voice, I calmly emits light. [[Don't ask me why, but I get second hand embarrassment every time he does that]]

A light that is essentially different from divine power extends in all directions, engulfing the woman.

Though it hurts to say it out loud, it's a radiant light.

Everyone opens their mouths and can only stare at it.

The light, which forces everyone's attention, slowly makes the woman's eyes close.

It's as if it's starting to calm her down like a sedative.

Of course, there is no such effect. She probably knew what I wanted. [[Shit, she knew he was bluffing, (-///-)]]

After a while, I embrace the woman who has calmed down.

Silence spreads once again. Dractaris, as well as our sponsors who support the Underground Temple, have surprised expressions.

They were clearly taken aback by the dazzling light that just occurred.

"Could you provide a place for her to rest? I'll take care of her for a moment."

I'm not disappointed that the first day is over. In fact, leaving while receiving applause would be more beautiful. The events that just transpired will spread from mouth to mouth throughout the day, and ultimately, they will be more helpful to my future self tomorrow. The problem at hand is now.

I addressed the actress who had performed wonderfully.

[Is it because of the crack? (0/1)]

The woman before me was Max's creator, the protagonist of the Soul Marriage Ceremony, the guardian of the Crack, Metel.

----

I'm just realizing that Metel married Lee Ki-young even though she was long dead.

If you could remember, during the time Lee Ki-young went to the Crack museum as Lee Ki-Yeon, there was an image Hologram of Lee Ki-young and Metel, which Ki-Young dimmed to be fake and said that it's definitely not him.

Honestly, I don't get why all of these is in the side stories and not the main story, all the translated chapters deserved to be part of the main story, the ending of the main story was just meh for me.