Chapter 93 : Chapter 93
Chapter 93
Reinhardt drew his sword.
The silver blade caught the sunlight streaming through the window and scattered light in all directions.
As befitting equipment described as a master artisan's masterpiece, it had a refined and elegant appearance.
In front of it was Bitdori.
The little guy was staring at the sword with uncharacteristically serious eyes.
Then.
“Ppyiiit!”
With a powerful shout, he charged at the sword, only to be bounced off with a ting sound.
“It’s not working.”
“Ppyiii…”
Bitdori sighed heavily, dejected.
His gaze towards Reinhardt’s sword was filled with resentment and disappointment.
‘I need to succeed with the enchantment before I can do anything.’
Enchantment.
It was a game system that literally granted special effects to equipment.
For instance, pouring a strengthening agent made by a specific alchemist onto armor, or applying blessed holy water to a sword were all included in enchantment.
Naturally, having a spirit of light possess a sword was the same.
‘If that happens, the sword will start to glow. It’ll sparkle. Befitting the moniker of the Knight of Light.’
Why wasn't it working?
Reinhardt sat and pondered, staring at the sword.
Beside him, Bitdori was mimicking Reinhardt’s posture.
‘I’ve met the conditions. I’ve got the sword, and Bitdori is by my side. If I compare this to the original work, the part that's lacking is…’
Ssk-
Reinhardt’s gaze shifted to Bitdori.
‘Bitdori hasn’t fully grown yet. That’s the only visible difference right now. Is that why it’s not working?’
The possibility was high.
What if he could only possess the sword after becoming a complete spirit of light?
That would mean there was no way to do it right now, no matter what he tried.
‘The unfortunate part is that there’s no way to confirm if that’s true.’
He needed a breakthrough.
A dramatic one at that.
At this rate, he would just be sitting around wasting time.
‘Searching the community doesn’t show anything either. It would be nice if there was someone I could ask for advice.’
But he couldn't just ask anyone for advice.
Only a person who met a strict set of qualifications would allow Reinhardt to reveal even a part of his secret with peace of mind.
‘Someone who is deeply knowledgeable in this field, and who would believe me without a doubt even if I spout nonsense.’
In addition, a person with tight lips, who would never reveal what they saw to the outside.
Honestly, even to Reinhardt, it was an excessively strict condition.
“Shall we stop here for today?”
“Ppyat! Ppyiiit!”
“You can do more?”
“Ppyit!”
“No. For today, let’s rest well and try again with a different method. When things aren’t working, it’s wise to take a short break.”
“Ppyit, ppyiii.”
Reinhardt patted Bitdori encouragingly.
After seeming a little gloomy for a moment, the little guy soon regained his energy and chirped excitedly.
Click.
Reinhardt organized his complicated thoughts and left the training hall.
“Sir Reinhardt! Knight Malon. I was wondering if our presence might have disturbed your training…”
“No.”
He came face to face with the junior knight who had been waiting for him.
It wasn't the knight who had been guarding the entrance.
He clearly had the face of someone who needed to deliver urgent news to Reinhardt.
“What is it?”
“Yes. The Truma Order has sent someone. Archbishop Dalton has departed after conveying a message that he wishes to see you, Sir Reinhardt!”
Dalton is back.
As he thought that and was about to nod, Reinhardt paused.
“Archbishop Dalton? Did you just say Archbishop?”
“Yessir!”
So Dalton had finally been promoted.
As the staff of God who had directly received an oracle, his merits were recognized, and he had become the youngest archbishop.
‘No matter how fast someone climbed the ranks, all the archbishops were middle-aged.’
And Dalton looked to be in his mid-30s at most.
He didn't know the internal affairs of the order precisely, but considering the original work, he was certain to be the youngest.
“Tell him I will visit soon.”
In any case, it was welcome news for Reinhardt.
It wasn't an easy task to make an acquaintance of the rank of archbishop in the order.
“Yessir!”
The junior knight saluted and left to deliver the message.
‘An archbishop.’
Perhaps he had received an additional oracle in the meantime. If so, it was highly likely that it was related to Reinhardt.
Then he paused.
“Wait a minute. An archbishop? He became a high-ranking clergyman. And of the Truma Order, at that.”
“Ppyiii?”
His gaze naturally turned to his left shoulder. Bitdori tilted his head with a curious look.
‘What a coincidental timing.’
What was the current situation?
It was a time when he needed a way to awaken the potential of the ‘spirit of light’.
And Bitdori's roots were in the order. He had first met the little guy the moment he equipped the gift from the great order, after all.
Reinhardt felt as if he could hear the voice of the blacksmith Haskers in his ear.
‘Is it because this is a game world that things fall into place so perfectly, or is it, as Haskers said, that the guys up there are playing games?’
Either one wouldn't be strange.
Either way, this coincidental situation must have occurred to solve the problem Reinhardt was facing.
***
A clergyman.
A person who performs sacred duties.
In other words, it meant a human who carries out the will of a god.
“I am always just relaying the will of God to the earth. As the staff of God.”
Archbishop Dalton, who had returned to Serigel, smiled broadly and exchanged greetings with his old colleagues.
Among them were bishops who were once his seniors, and a group of priests who were now only able to emit a faint light.
“Archbishop Dalton has always been like that. It is good to see you again.”
“The title of archbishop is nothing. Bishop Arhan. Please treat me as comfortably as before.”
“I am comfortable. How can I not be, when I have by my side the one who has seen the will of God most closely?”
His position had changed, and so had his treatment.
The duties assigned to him were also different.
“From today, Archbishop Dalton is the parish head. Please lead us in the direction Truma desires.”
He had become the parish head.
It meant that he was the Archbishop of the Truma Order and the leader of the temple established in Serigel.
Dalton, dressed in a voluminous robe, looked around the inside of the temple.
He pointed out areas that needed improvement and actively corrected any parts that had become even slightly lax.
And only when the overall atmosphere of the temple had improved did he ask a young priest to deliver his message.
“Would you please deliver a message to Sir Reinhardt? That this Dalton wishes to see him.”
Knight Reinhardt.
He was the reason Dalton had come to hear Truma’s voice, and the reason he had returned to Serigel with the title of archbishop.
Crucially.
He was also the human with whom Truma, the god he served, wished to form a deep relationship.
“Archbishop. Sir Reinhardt has arrived.”
“I will escort him myself. While we are speaking, no others are to enter. Please inform everyone.”
Dalton hurried towards the main gate of the temple.
His slightly more splendid robes fluttered in the wind.
At his destination, there was a knight.
Just as Dalton's own robes had become more splendid, the sword at Reinhardt's waist also had a different appearance than before.
“Sir Reinhardt.”
“It has been a while, Archbishop Dalton.”
The moment they exchanged greetings.
Dalton felt the anxiety that had settled deep in his heart wash away at once.
‘He hasn’t changed.’
Knight Reinhardt had not changed.
Only the sword he used had changed; the man who wielded it was the same as Dalton remembered.
Just as Dalton himself was.
Feeling joy at that fact, Dalton guided Reinhardt inside the temple.
“Please, come inside, Sir Reinhardt. I will serve you warm tea.”