Philosophy & Reality

Well, in the end, Alain had indeed looked at the system in all its details, but he hadn't gotten anywhere. Of course, he understood a little better what it was, and that its nature was different from an artifact, but nothing that could help him in his situation.

'So I have to rely on myself,' he thought.

The fact was, he couldn't move. And losing his vision was troubling him greatly.

He had already spent hours like this, and couldn't imagine staying any more time in this situation.

But what could he do?

The only positive thing was a feeling of well-being he felt in his body as if someone was taking care of him with sacred energy.

So, rather than doing nothing, he might as well use his imagination not to go mad. Because given the effect of the healings, he was going to have to stay there for a long time.

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Nirl

The day after a raid, the custom in the border regions was to celebrate the victory of the villagers, after all, in their beliefs, although the bodies of the dead joined the Gods, they still wanted to stay alive.

Hence, it shows the importance of having a priest with sacred energy. And for those villages that couldn't afford it, there would always be priests who would pray for their salvation, albeit distant.

But there was a magical effect of seeing the corpses disappear that favored the first option.

Sometimes the corpses had to be moved long distances to a priest. Only then was the survival of the rest of the villagers celebrated.

For villages like Nirl but without a priest, the corpses would be taken to Cleppe. Wandering priests were rare after all.

To return to the subject, Nirl would, as usual, celebrate this celebration, which, it must be said, was more a celebration of survival than of the departure of the dead. A good meal during a difficult time usually helped the villagers, and more than anything else gave a little meaning to their lives.

Alain had been wounded, and other elites had died, but one shouldn't misunderstand the thinking of the people on the border. For them, the fact that Alain had returned alive with the vast majority of the elites was a blessing. And it was even better than they had recovered resources, such as the meat of a beast that wasn't far from the Knight level.

Speaking of which, some of it would be used to reinforce the villagers, while the rest would be used in the next few days to reinforce the most talented. Of which Rodolphe was one. The rest of the booty, composed of the boar's energy center, the bodies of the rabbits, and two-three other species, would be used to buy weapons.

Of course, the aim was not only to strengthen the villagers but also to encourage them to train. It was Eloise who had insisted on this.

But for most villagers, it made no difference. The purpose of the party was to have fun and relax. On this occasion, even the children drank a little. It was a tradition that had been in place for four years, since the disaster. And for the training, they could always wait until the next day.

...

But that didn't mean that everyone thought like that. Rodolphe didn't want to wait.

He felt sorry for the state his godfather, Alain, was in. That's why he wanted to train. He had tried to talk to his father about it, but the result wasn't conclusive.

''If you want to do it, I won't hold you back, but I won't help you either. ''

Apparently, Alain's injuries had left a deep mark on his conscience. So he went to his godmother, Eloise.

However, he didn't expect to meet the vice-captain of the Nirl guards. And half-drunk on top of that

...

''What's with this face, Rodolphe? Come and share a drink with me.''

''Already drunk...'' he grinned awkwardly. ''It's okay.''

As Eloise considered her like her little sister, he already had the opportunity to meet her quite often.

''You know, kids your age shouldn't hide their emotions and allow themselves more.'' She infantilized him, "It's a perfect opportunity to have a drink".

'It's amazing how quickly she gets on my nerves.' Rodolphe thought.

''I'm fine, really. By the way, haven't you seen Eloise?''

She stood still for a moment before frowning.

''That's for?'' She wanted to be sure.

''training''

Manon, the vice-captain of Nirl's guards, looked away from her glass. She took it in her hand and shook it a little.

''Training, huh? And what good is that going to do you?''

Rudolphe's eyes widened as if he'd heard some huge bullshit.

''Isn't it obvious? We MUST become stronger, or we'll continue to fear the demonic creatures! We may be able to withstand a raid or two with luck, but how many times do we have to put our luck on the line to even survive? Not to mention the disasters that happen every ten years, a classic poorly managed raid could wipe out this village.''

Rodophe continued, seeing Manon's inexpressive face.

''And even if we continue to be lucky, I refuse to live in a world where I can't decide anything. If a raid occurs, then I will fight to limit the losses as much as possible, and hope that one day, even demonic creatures will become benefits for humans!'' Rodolphe finished

Manon took a short silence of reflection before speaking.

''There's a reason Louis didn't help you train. He is intelligent after all, but his philosophy advocates freedom and allows others to fail. That's why he won't stop you from doing his shit. But I can do it.'' Manon continued.

''You want to practice? Come on! I'll help you and show you the truth at the same time.'' Her dissipated look disappeared and was replaced by a serious look.