Chapter 812
『They had become people who habitually cowered. They were even more fearful than squirrels searching for a burrow. Zamiel, frustrated, suggested getting rid of them, but I could understand them quite well. As someone of humble birth and an outcast from a secluded tribe, I wasn’t any different from them.』
‘Again, Zamiel… Even starting with a technique mentioning the friendly Panrind tribe made the entire text confusing from the start. 『In a world where might equals respect, the sorrow of those without power is immense. I remember being called nothing but ‘the unlucky ****’ until I made a name for myself through the war with Minis after joining the army.』
“There is another censored part here. Hmm, I don’t feel any mana, so I can’t read it. It’s certain there are letters here, though.”
Blaugrunn tilted his head and changed angles trying different perspectives. If he could see it, he would have reacted somehow. Ha Leeha watched Blaugrunn hum and turn the pages again.
『However, if you have strength… If you can prove your strength, the treatment changes completely. Not only for yourself but for every organization you are affiliated with! I also became a different person after receiving this rifle by chance on the battlefield. I sometimes wonder if I was too greedy back then, but it can’t be helped.』
『Anyway, I want to help them. Zamiel, who seems to find everything amusing, is only smiling and not stopping me. So, it’s okay to help, right? He better not say otherwise later.』
“Again, again-”
“What is it, Ha Leeha?”
-Blaugrunn, you know I’ve been into the memories of a former Matan’s Shooter from the journal, right?