The Swordmaster Who Lives Twice

Chapter 203 - Tornava Continent (4)

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(Though ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍it was ironic that I had no memory of the recording itself.)

All ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the conversations I had before Rollo of the Rabbit tribe erased my memories remained in the recorder.

And ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the most important conversation was just about to flow out through the recorder.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍quest said to collect the sacred relics of three tribes.

It ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was not in my memory, but this was clearly my voice.

The reason I explicitly mentioned the content of the quest must have been to prepare for a possible memory erasure.

The fact that I carved this short comment into the recorder was decisive.

If the memories of the quest had been erased without being recorded anywhere, I would never have been able to leave Tornava.

You have to obtain the sacred relics of three tribes? Hey, human! You received a damn difficult quest.

What is there to be difficult about? I actually think it is easy. Can I not just invade and take them?

Again, it was not in my memory, but I understood my intention in saying such a thing.

Deliberately provoking the opponent to fish for information.

The Rabbit tribe fellow's guard was bound to be lowered anyway.

Since he intended to wipe all memories of the conversation.

Human! Do you think a sacred relic is called that for no reason?

At the end of the day, it is just an object.

The problem is that it is an object that sometimes cannot be exchanged even for the lives of the entire race. If you suddenly put a knife to their throats and threaten them to hand over such a sacred relic, do you think they would just give it to you? Right?

If they do not hand it over, can I not just find it?

Wow! Are humans such simple beings? A sacred relic is in a place where an outsider can never find it. I guarantee you will never find it.

Then how should I obtain the sacred relics?

Well. If you solve a problem that involves the fate of the race, they might find it possible to lend it to you for a moment. But think about it. How often in a lifetime do problems involving the fate of a race occur?

Thinking he would erase my memory anyway, the rabbit fellow was pouring out various stories without hesitation.

'In any case, it is possible to at least borrow it.'

The quest was to collect three sacred relics.

Of course, borrowing a sacred relic would not be easy, but since all I had to do was collect them, a picture seemed to be forming.

That was enough about the quest, and I only hoped that my past self had obtained other information in this situation.

For instance, asking what kind of quest Heo Jeong-ah had been given.

After hearing your words, it is certain that I received a difficult quest. Then, compared to that group that came yesterday, is it of a more difficult sort?

Of course. That prickly human woman who came yesterday received a quest to hunt a Kraken. That is by no means easy either, but compared to yours, it is a joke.

As expected, I was relieved that my past self thought the same as my current self.

I see.

But you know. All this comparison is meaningless.

What do you mean?

Because both of you will fail to clear the quests anyway.

Then, the laughter of the rabbit fellow followed.

Both will fail?

Yes. Because you guys will not remember the quest anyway.

With these words from Rollo of the Rabbit tribe, a moment of silence fell on the recorder.

And a short while later, with a click, Rollo's voice was heard again.

Welcome! Outworlders!

The first greeting.

This damn bastard had acted nonchalantly.

And from here on was what I remembered of what happened today.

Knowing the inside story of everything, I was simply appalled.

The Rabbit tribe bastards had mocked me.

And Heo Jeong-ah would be no different.

She must have been sent to the Fox tribe with her memories erased.

'The old man Heo Gyeong-woo must be the same.'

Unfortunately, I could not find out anything regarding the old man.

Before I could, the rabbit fellow had erased my memory.

The most important thing was to find out what quest the old man received when he came here.

Considering that Heo Jeong-ah and I received different quests, I had to assume the old man also received a different one.

Currently, only one method came to mind.

'Capturing all the Rabbit tribe bastards, beating them nearly to death, and then threatening them to find out.'

If no one remembered, the Rabbit tribe bastards would have to be prepared for the situation where their seeds were dried up.

Of course, not right now.

I needed to hide my claws for now and explore how this Tornava Continent had changed from the past.

'And another important thing.'

It was to systematically organize the records here.

Since I did not know when the rabbit fellows would erase my memory again, I needed to add explanations to the recorded files.

So that I could easily understand the situations even if all memories were reset.

In any case, I had gained something on the first day in Tornava.

I reconfirmed the situation where the Abyss was going crazy.

Not only the old man Heo Gyeong-woo but also Heo Jeong-ah's unit, which came to rescue him, almost fell into a great crisis.

I too would have faced a difficult situation if I had not recorded.

I did not know about other parts of the Abyss, but I seemed to know the point where at least Tornava had become strange.

'A collaborative trick between the Abyss and the Rabbit tribe.'

I set up a hypothesis that, for some reason, the Abyss recently fixed the starting point of Tornava to the Rabbit tribe's village, and the Rabbit tribe was erasing the memories of the challengers' quests.

Then, everything seemed to fit together.

Perhaps other places in the Abyss were also redesigned so that clearing quests was nearly impossible in this way.

'Hmm.'

Our Chamryongdan is scheduled to depart for the Lion tribe's village tomorrow after spending tonight.

This was because the Rabbit tribe Chieftain had set the stage that way.

If so, I needed to think about why they were trying to send us specifically to the Lion tribe's village.

Because we would be in the most danger if we went there?

Or because there was no possibility of me accidentally obtaining their sacred relic there?

Even now, the urge to capture the Rabbit Chieftain, hang him upside down from the ceiling, and threaten him surged within me, but I had to endure.

I did not yet know in what way the Rabbit tribe erased the opponent's memory.

If I hurried out of frustration, I might ruin the work.

For now, I had to pretend to be appropriately deceived and control all situations.

'The Lion tribe......'

Thinking about it, going there did not seem like a bad idea.

There would be no damn Rabbit tribe bastards there, and I could be free from the burden of memory erasure for a while.

I thought it would not be too late to slowly repay the debt I owed to these Rabbit tribe bastards later.

I decided on the Rabbit tribe's sacred relic as one of the three I had to collect.

I intended to obtain it even if I had to wring the necks of all those rabbits.

***

I did not know what kind of deal there was between the Rabbit tribe bastards and the Lion tribe.

However, there must have been some prior communication in some way.

Also, the Lion bastards were highly likely to see us as pushovers.

"We have almost arrived at the Lion tribe's village."

We had been traveling for ten hours in a magic carriage said to have been crafted by dwarves.

Of course, the recorder was running without rest.

Because Rollo of the Rabbit tribe was still guiding us.

I wanted to ask about the whereabouts of Heo Gyeong-woo and the quest he received, but it was not easy to lead the conversation naturally.

Since the Rabbit Chieftain had told me yesterday that he did not know, mentioning it again would be unnatural.

Moreover, the Rollo fellow gave a lukewarm reaction no matter what I said.

In the end, without any major gains, our carriage eventually arrived at the Lion tribe's village.

"Outworlders, everyone gather here."

Rollo gathered us in one place in front of the village.

Then he grinned.

I had a bad feeling.

He was clearly going to erase all of our memories.

I wanted to record how he erased our memories, but there was no way.

The only technology that worked in Tornava was the voice recorder, and video devices did not function.

"You guys. I want you to just forget about our Rabbit tribe."

That damn rabbit bastard.

It was as expected.

And a flash seemed to strike my mind.

I could vaguely tell.

I could tell that my memory was being erased right now.

The memories remaining from yesterday to today flashed by like a kaleidoscope, and in the final moment, a pitch-black darkness arrived.

And what greeted us was a non-human species I had never seen before.

They had a human-like shape, but their faces were covered in thick fur in the shape of a male lion's mane.

Their build was almost at the level of a Barbarian.

Without a doubt, he was a warrior of the Lion tribe.

"Welcome, outworlders. Is this your first time in Tornava?"

The first greeting of the Lion tribe.

I found out later, but following the rabbit bastards, these guys had also completely played us.

***

I checked the contents recorded in the voice recorder immediately.

Because the words "Check as soon as possible" were written on the back of my hand.

Thanks to that, while facing the Chieftain of the Lion tribe, I did not fall for his schemes.

Rather, such a situation was a condition where I could take the advantage in the psychological battle.

"You have not received a quest yet?"

The Chieftain bastard asked while feigning ignorance even though he knew everything.

"I thought I would receive a quest as soon as I arrived here, but I do not know what is what."

For now, I also responded nonchalantly.

"Since the starting point is our Lion tribe's village, a quest will be generated as you cooperate with us here."

"Will it truly be so?"

"It is certain."

In short, he wanted us to act as the Lion tribe's pushovers here.

I am sorry, but I had no intention of staying in this village for long.

Unless I could obtain the Lion tribe's sacred relic here, there was no reason to play along with the stage the Rabbit Chieftain had set.

The key was to leave this village as naturally as possible.

For instance, I thought faking our deaths would not be a bad idea.

"How about going to a dungeon near the Lion tribe's village? Perhaps a quest might be generated there. What do you think?"

"That is a good idea."

"Then, in exchange for us providing the dungeon, you guys will hand over all dungeon byproducts to our Lion tribe."

Using the quest as bait, the Chieftain made a proposal.

The method was quite malicious.

"Fine. Instead, there is one condition."

"Speak."

"Since this is our first time in Tornava, I would like you to attach someone to guide us into the dungeon."

I had no intention of just quietly leaving the Lion tribe's village.

Since the world inside a dungeon is completely cut off from the outside, no one can know what happened there.

Many things can be done in such a place.

"I can grant such a condition as much as you like."

The Chieftain gave me a greasy smile.