The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 750

Episode 750: What a strange being. (2)

The reason for the resentment was not so great.

‘Ah, I should have shown sincerity a little more gently.’

I wanted to show it as cool as possible. That’s why I imagined it a little too much.

But it seemed to have come as a shock and fear to the spirits.

Jiselle asked regretfully.

“Can you try it one more time? I’m a kinder person than you think.”

Iraniel shook her head gently but firmly.

“The spirits are already very afraid of you. They say you smell very strong blood.”

Jiselle lifted her arm and sniffed it.

The robe the elves had newly prepared for her gave off a faint floral scent.

“You don’t smell blood?”

“…I felt it from the sincerity you showed. The seeds of spirits that haven’t grown yet are bound to be afraid.”

“Ugh….”

Jiselle licked her lips. She understood what he meant. She’d spent her whole life on the battlefield, so if she showed sincerity, such an atmosphere would naturally come across.

Still, feeling regretful, Jiselle tried to force herself a little.

“Do the spirits have no ambition?”

“No such thing.”

“I don’t understand why you would dislike such a wonderful and magnificent sight.”

“The spirits say it’s not cool at all.”

“When the elves fight, the spirits fight with them, so why don’t you fight with me?”

Iraniel smiled warmly and taught her a new lesson.

“They don’t become friends to fight. They just stay together because they are friends.”

“…….”

This time, even Giselle’s stubbornness and sophistry didn’t work.

Becoming friends with spirits was too difficult for someone like Giselle.

“Ahh…….”

Giselle had no choice but to scratch the back of her head and give up on becoming friends with the spirits.

He wasn’t so pathetic that he would cling to them even though they didn’t want to be friends. She

still felt a little regretful, though.

Just like Giselle had failed, the other mercenaries had all failed to become friends with the spirits.

It was understandable. They had no intention of becoming true friends with the spirits, and their minds were filled with thoughts of using the spirits.

‘If I learn the art of spirits, I can do well too!’

‘I can make a lot of money just by showing it off somewhere. I’ll be super popular too!’

‘Please be my friend! Let me live a cool life too! Let’s turn my life around!’

‘Osval, you tough guy! If I just get a spirit, I can seduce an elf and make this world a better place!’

Everyone was only thinking about the benefits after getting the spirit. Even Lionel, the devout temple knight.

‘Even though I lost my divine power, if I learn the art of spirits, I can quickly become strong again. Please come with me! Let’s make the empire prosper together and spread the glory of the Holy See!’

Kyle also shouted at the spirits as they left.

“Hey! Why! Where are you! Dark said I’m okay too! Let’s become successful nobles together!”

Since everyone was like this, the spirits could not become friends.

The spirits saw through such greed and were busy leaving.

A few spirits remained around Deneve, but they were not getting any closer, either because her divine power was interfering with them or because they had no affinity for her.

The mercenaries all had gloomy expressions.

They were so sorry that they had not learned the spirit magic that would allow them to gain power for free without any effort.

They all pouted and started grumbling.

“Oh, what the heck. The spirits are really picky. They are so expensive.”

“Do you choose your friends? Can’t you just be friends?”

“Is the spirit magic a skill that requires innate talent like divine power? Oh, it’s really unfair.”

Iraniel had emphasized several times that “personality is the most important thing,” but no one truly took those words to heart.

When everyone thought they were all failing, the eyes of the elves watching widened.

They were all focused on one person. The mercenaries also stopped grumbling and turned their heads in that atmosphere.

Immediately after, exclamations flowed from everyone’s mouths.

“Wow….”

There were countless shards of light swirling around Yulien. They seemed eager to stay by his side.

The small shards of light gathered together as if they were attracted to each other, and soon merged into several large masses.

Even then, the masses of light did not leave Yulien’s side, and continued to approach him.

Yulien smiled softly as he watched them.

When he raised his hand, light swarmed in, and when he turned his head, the light followed his gaze.

As if they were breathing together, a silent communication flowed between Yulien and the spirits.

Iraniel, who was watching the scene, couldn’t hide her surprise. This was because Yulien showed a much better affinity for spirits than the elves.

She quietly approached Yulien and asked,

“What were you thinking when you gave your heart to them?”

Yulien hesitated for a moment and then answered carefully.

“I just… looked.”

He had no demands or desires. He

simply looked at the spirits with pure curiosity.

Nevertheless, the spirits approached him. They

acted cute like children, leaning in as if to touch Yulien’s fingertips.

Iraniel smiled softly and said,

“The spirits really like you.”

“Why… me?”

“I’m not sure. But I see that your soul is purer than anyone else’s.”

Iraniel waved her hand lightly. Then, the light that had gathered together slowly flew in front of Yulien.

“Take it. If you truly wish, these children will become your friends who will stay with you forever.”

Yulien slowly extended his hand.

Then, light seeped into his palm, and at the same time, a soft light spread out from his body and then subsided.

“Ah……”

Julian let out an exclamation without realizing it. He realized that his consciousness was connected to the spirits. He

naturally learned how to communicate with his friends and how to call them.

It was a natural and familiar feeling, like breathing.

When Julian opened his palm, a small drop of water bloomed on it.

Soon, it took on a cute childlike shape and circled around Julian happily.

Soon, a fluttering wind took shape, sparkling and bouncing a small fireball.

The ground shook slightly, and a fairy poked its head out and rubbed its head against Julian’s feet.

Before he knew it, various spirits were dancing around Julian. They all looked happy and affectionate.

Julian looked at each spirit and smiled again.

At this moment, he had become closer to nature than anyone else.

The mercenaries stared blankly at the scene before their eyes.

“Wow… The captain is learning spirit magic.”

“I envy you… How can there be so many spirits? He took them all by himself.”

“What? How is the captain different from us?”

Everyone, without exception, poured out voices mixed with admiration and confusion.

Iraniel cast a kind gaze at Yulien.

“The spirits have now become your friends. Your growth will soon become their growth, and they will always share your sorrows and joys. So cherish them. They will cherish you more than anyone else in the world.”

“Yes. I will keep that in mind.”

Yulien also smiled brightly and bowed his head deeply.

In his heart were emotions about forming a connection with the spirits, as well as deep gratitude toward Iraniel who made it possible.

Just as the ritual was about to end warmly, Osval suddenly shouted loudly.

“This dirty world!”

“……?”

Everyone looked at Osval. Osval shouted again with an indignant expression.

“I figured it out! Why do the spirits only like you, Captain! What’s different from us!”

He pointed his finger at Julian.

“What’s different? That’s right! That face!”

“…….”

“Don’t you really know? The spirits only like you because of your face! This dirty world is obsessed with appearance! We need a revolution! We need to redistribute appearance!”

Kyle and Lionel, who had failed to make spirit friends, were furious at those words.

“I used to be the second most handsome person in our neighborhood, too?”

“I know it’s hard to say it myself, but I was in charge of official protocol at the Vatican. You have to be well-groomed and neat to be able to do that.”

Osval snorted at the two of them.

“Captain, you’re so violently handsome! Just by your looks, you hurt the hearts of those around you! That’s how much the spirits have to flock to you!”

“…….”

While everyone else was dumbfounded, Osval went a step further and questioned Iraniel.

“Chief! You said that we shouldn’t look at the outside but the inside!”

“That’s… that’s right…”

“But why do the spirits only look at the outside! Huh?”

Iraniel let out a faint sigh, looked back and forth between Yulien and Osval, and said quietly.

“The spirits don’t see that. And so do we elves. Appearances are like fog that disappears over time. Beauty is just an illusion for a moment, and the true light of the soul shines even in a wrinkled face.”

“Huh? The soul is wrinkled… what?”

It was too high-level a lesson for Osval. He didn’t understand it at all.

Iraniel, who was a great person and a true ‘adult’, spoke again, soothingly, at Osval’s level.

“To my eyes, that child and you don’t look much different. So don’t be too obsessed with what you look like. What’s important is what kind of person you are.”

Osval opened his mouth in shock at those words.

Yulien was clean and handsome by anyone’s standards. On the other hand, his beard was bushy and messy, and his facial features were fierce.

‘But… … I don’t see much of a difference?’

No matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t make sense. However, there was no way the great elven chieftain would lie about something like this.

So he asked carefully.

“Chieftain… You look young, but you’ve lived a long time, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, are you perhaps presbyopic? Has your vision gotten worse than before?”

“…….”

The Yulien mercenary group, who could no longer stand the rudeness, rushed in and covered Osval’s mouth.

“Ugh! Why are you covering my mouth! I’m right!”

“Please shut up! Osval!”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh! This dirty world! Revolution!”

“Shut up!”

Osval was dragged away while being firmly subdued.

While Osval was being hit from behind, Giselle looked at Yulien and laughed in vain.

Something she had forgotten came to mind. The appearance of the warrior she had seen in her dream.

Didn’t Erenes say that warriors were beings loved by the world?

If saints were beings loved by goddesses, warriors were beings loved by all things in the world.

There was definitely something special about Yulien.

His outstanding appearance was merely a favorable factor that only humans had.

What really mattered was

that, as she had seen in her dream, the will of the world was with Yulien.

‘So… … were the spirits that came out of my dream the spirits I just obtained?’

In my dream, I had briefly seen Yulien fighting with spirits.

Those spirits weren’t as cute as they are now. They were literally ‘the world itself’, giving Yulien strength.

It was an unexpected gain. He had requested to learn spirit magic, but in the end, it was Yulien who had obtained the power.

‘No, this was something Yulien should have obtained in the first place.’

I don’t know how the warrior obtained the spirits in the original past. However, it must have been obtained through the elves. Just

like Deneb obtained the necklace.

While Giselle was lost in thought, the ritual was completely over.

Everyone felt regretful that they hadn’t obtained it, but they sincerely congratulated Yulien.

Giselle also gave up her foolishness. Instead, she decided to ask Iraniel something she had been curious about for a long time.

“Can you please take a look at what this thing is?”

Giselle summoned Dark. Dark disappeared by himself before the battle was over.

― The elves are uncomfortable. Something is uncomfortable.

He grumbled like that and stayed locked in Giselle’s consciousness without trying to come out.

Normally, he would show up in front of people whenever he got a chance, nagging and acting all sullen

. However, when Giselle forcibly brought him out, he couldn’t fight back. Dark, who had reluctantly appeared

, only had a sullen expression on his face. Iraniel made an interesting expression upon seeing Dark, who resembled a plump sparrow .

“This is… a strange being.”

“I am the Spirit King!”

Dark shouted majestically and glared at Iraniel. He looked determined to pick a fight.

“…….”

A moment of silence passed.

Iraniel made a dumbfounded expression.