Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

[New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... *** "Gasp...! Gasp...! Gasp...!" The woman repeatedly poured out rising breaths. It was her action after fleeing from the street into some building. "Hey, young lady. What's wrong." Then a voice that seemed youthful yet rough asked about her well-being. Like the kind of voice that would come out if you fed boys lots of alcohol? The woman- Crawling Library Eloran immediately realized it was a dwarf's voice. "Sorry- gasp...! On the street-... gasp! There was something strange, so I ran away in a panic and ended up coming here-... gasp! I ended up coming here." "Good grief, what on earth happened?" "That's what I'm saying. There shouldn't be anything ominous in this city?" "Ah, did you perhaps see a dragon flying over the city?" "Ah! That could be it!" "...Yes?" Eloran pushed up her thick red-rimmed glasses with her fingertips at the sight of the chuckling dwarves. 'Suddenly why a dragon?' She thought it must be the dwarves' mischievous joke and didn't put much weight on their words. "Whew-..." Afterwards, the somewhat calmed Eloran belatedly looked around her surroundings. Then, her eyes naturally widened. High-level workshop equipment that would be hard to find in any city filled the space. Perhaps only the Steel Fire Guild workshop in Ifrien would be comparable to this- "...Ah! Steel Fire Guild!" "Hm? Didn't you just say you came to the wrong place?" "If you're talking about the Steel Fire Guild, then you've come to the right place?" "No, what I mean is-" 'It was really true that the Steel Fire Guild established a large branch in Bondaless that rivals their headquarters!' Eloran's eyes opened wide as she confirmed that the story she had heard through rumors was true. 'I heard they followed that advancement hero and settled down here!? Along with the Magic Sword!' It was the moment when her curiosity as the Crawling Library blazed up. "Excuse me, everyone. Do you happen to have time right now?" "Hm?" "If it's alright with you all, I have various things I'd like to ask- Ah! Of course, I wouldn't dare to ask for the precious time of Steel Fire Guild craftsmen with empty hands!" "What's this all of a sudden. What do you do?" "Didn't you just say you came to the wrong place?" "Come on~ shall we forget about such minor details for a moment? Right now, let's focus on the connection made through this chance encounter! First, excuse me. My introduction is late. As for me-" Eloran took out a thin book from her bosom, opened it, and took out a bookmark from there to hand to them. It was a business card. Quite impressive as it appeared- Part of making a strong first impression required by her profession? "What's this, a business card?" "Let's see... One-person information guild Moving Library- Ah, that Crawling Library!?" "No, it's not Crawling-" "That information merchant who supposedly knew everything was such a pretty young lady!?" "...Ahem, sharp eye, good. The easiest way to make people open their mouths is indeed beautiful looks, so I do pay special attention to it." "So, Crawling Library. What business do you have with us?" "As I just said, I want to hear various stories from you all. Including the recent situation of this city- Bondaless, and even what happened in the expedition!" Oh my! The dwarves stepped backwards. Eloran thrust her face toward them like a pouncing snake. With her glasses lenses gleaming! "What is it? What on earth brought about such a big change? Who is at the center of this change!? Depending on how interesting your answers are- we might be able to make each other very happy." "Well, you might be happy getting information, but what about us- how do we become happy?" "Hehe, tell me. Who am I?" "Crawl-" "That's right, Walking Library Eloran. The undisputed best information merchant!" "But we don't particularly need any information?" "That's! Because you're only now meeting me-" That's how Eloran was continuing her solicitation(?) when. Ding-dong. The bell at the workshop's main gate rang, announcing someone's visit. The dwarves leaned their bodies to check behind Eloran. "Oh! That must be you, right? The person he was sending-" "Hm?" Eloran turned around following the dwarves. "Kyaaaah!!!" There, Swordmaster Outer Sword was standing. "Ro, ro, ro, Rodan- don't tell me you followed me...!?" In the past, Eloran's imagination ran wild in a bad direction, having experienced a nightmare close to a natural disaster after being caught up in Outer Sword's mischief. "Hm?" Outer Sword briefly examined her with his characteristic single eye. "Ah, the Crawling Library? What brings you here?" "...?" Eloran's wariness as she looked at Outer Sword in fear gradually subsided. She realized it. That rascal Swordmaster's atmosphere had somehow changed. 'What is it? Why- does he seem calm?' For a rascal Swordmaster, what would remain if you took away the rascality? Eloran fell into contemplation. Outer Sword shrugged his shoulders and casually passed by her. Then, facing the dwarf craftsmen, he said. "Did you hear the story?" "Ah, yes. What was it, now that the completion of the sword sheath is just around the corner- you said you'd send us the remaining Magic Sword?" "W-wait a minute...! What did you just say- Magic Sword, you said Magic Sword!?" Eloran was startled as she reacted to that specific word. Her gaze focused on Outer Sword's hand- on the sword he was holding there. A dark appearance. It looked ominous at first glance, clearly appearing to be a Magic Sword. That Magic Sword that the advancing expedition supposedly obtained during their expedition! "Wh-wh-why are you carrying such a dangerous thing!?" Outer Sword holding a Magic Sword. Eloran couldn't think of anything more dangerous and terrible than that. When she was overwhelmed by extreme fear- -It's not a Magic Sword. The dark sword spoke. "Huh...?" Unlike its ominous appearance, it was a voice containing mysterious power that uplifted the listener. -You all. Would you bring my brothers? I have something to tell them. Eloran was completely captivated by the situation unfolding before her eyes. -My brothers. I have something to confess to you. Thus began the meeting of the three Magic Swords. Was it just her imagination? The figure of a woman appeared in Eloran's eyes. That woman with flowing black hair draped around her body like a dress shyly began to speak. -Traitor... -Confession? Is it as significant a confession as when you betrayed us and stuck to that guy? The way you're being shy, you look like some pregnant woman or something, so cut it- -I've become a Sacred Sword. The mouths of the two Magic Swords gaped open. They were swords, but anyway. It was a completely natural reaction. On the other hand- "Ah, I see." "Hm, that could be." Outer Sword and the dwarves reacted very calmly. As if that shocking statement was something routine. "N-no- w-wait, what does that-" The three Magic Swords met, and one Magic Sword shyly confessed. That it seemed to have become a Sacred Sword. People nodded their heads. Eloran couldn't even begin to figure out where to start correcting this insane situation. "Hm? Ah." The dwarves saw Eloran's reaction and smiled mischievously. "Come to think of it, you. You just said it, didn't you?" "...Huh? Yes?" "Who is at the center of this change." The expressions of the dwarves beginning their story were already soaked with joy. Furthermore, there was firm goodwill and trust settled there. "Come and sit down, it's going to be a very long story." *** [New clue has been acquired!] *** Risir, who had barely managed to calm the atmosphere of the place, opened his mouth. "First, let me introduce these people. This person here is-" Cartria of House Sahila. Risir exchanged a glance with that Dark Elf princess. It was to confirm the position of her who had once acted as a maid. Judging by her fancy attire, the maid play seemed to be over now. "I know, it's Young Lady Cartria of House Sahila." "She's someone with many stories who once lived as my maid." "Yes?" Fienne and Rona intercepted Risir's words. "Did I ever tell you about it...?" "Oh please~ as if you would~ you would never tell us such important stories, would you~? The reason I know her is obviously because she visited me previously regarding matters related to you, right?" "Fi-Fienne...?" Risir unconsciously stepped backwards. She was so upset that it seemed like horns were visible above Fienne's head. "By the way, the young lady seems to be showing interest in your marriage?" "Y-yeah...?" "When the young lady was serving as a maid, what on earth happened to make her like that?" "Wh-what happened- nothing happened at all...? Just as usual-" As usual. All the women present in the place nodded their heads in response to that part. Aha. So he was charming women as usual without even breathing! Just like he did in front of me- In front of other young ladies too- """...""" They began to glance at each other sideways, reading each other's expressions. It was an awkwardly fidgeting yet clearly wary gaze. At this very moment. They realized. The fact that everyone shared common thoughts and positions. "Risir!" "Ah! And here is Ms. Ratsil. As an Observer of Illatdein, she helped me in various ways when I was there." "Ah! Thank you for speaking kindly of me. Actually, that part is somewhat awkward for me to say myself. As you know, Risir, in Illatdein, the help Risir gave to me and the other citizens of Illatdein was greater than the help I gave to Risir, wasn't it? Not to mention the World Tree. Ah! And I remember how kindly Risir treated me when we first met-" Chatter chatter. Blah blah. """Uuuhhh...""" Everyone fell into a confused state due to Ratsil's surprise chatter that struck at an unexpected moment. "...Ah! This isn't the time for this." After a moment like that. Ratsil, who had mercifully liberated them with her grace, turned her head sharply to look at Risir. "Risir! You still haven't answered my question!" "The question you mean-" "I heard an ominous rumor that Risir has gotten a fiancée-...!" "..." At this point, Risir was feeling amazed. Just how fast- and how far does this damn news spread? Risir pondered how he should unravel the complex story surrounding the engagement again. Interpreting Risir's reaction somehow, Ratsil cried out with a tearful expression. "This isn't fair!" "Yes? Unfair-" "If I had known it would be like this, I would have acted more aggressively too!" Oh. Roera, who still had her chin resting on Risir's head by the privilege of being his younger sister, let out an exclamation. She's pushing forward stubbornly from here? "If I had known it would be like this-... you said?" "Yes! If I had known that Risir was ordinarily interested in the opposite sex enough to readily decide on an engagement like this!" "..." Risir had a headache for a moment. It was the same with Clana- Why do people think he has no interest in the opposite sex? When he voiced that question, Ratsil opened her eyes wide and said. "You're surrounded by charming young ladies like me, but Risir doesn't even give us a glance! Every day it's training, studying, training, and when incidents happen you solve them to build achievements, then it's training, studying, training again! I thought Risir would live like that for his whole life, and when the time came he'd do something like- split in two, or create children with magic to continue his lineage!" "Good heavens, am I that bad?" Risir looked around in shock. Because answers came from all directions. The other women were nodding their heads vigorously, moved by Ratsil's speech(?). It was a topic they hadn't been able to touch on until now for various reasons, including their pride as women. Risir. He was surrounded by attractive women (herself being a prime example), so why wasn't even a single stream of pink atmosphere arising? The women attributed the cause to Risir's disposition for various reasons. Risir, who spent busy days without rest achieving or learning something with his progressive disposition- For him, romantic matters like love were completely outside his interests. "Y-you- spoke well!" The woman who had been suffering internally for the longest time over the same problem stood up. It was Fienne. "Risir!!!" "Yes!?" Fienne was already very tense and excited, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed and her eyes were moist. "I need to make this clear at this opportunity! You'd better not think about brushing this off!" Fienne strode forward and stood in front of Risir. She looked up at him from right in front and said. "What do you think of me!?" "Fienne-" Then. Rona whispered to Fienne from the side. "You need to speak a bit more strongly." "A-a bit more strongly!?" Fidgeting. Fienne's eyes rolled around busily. The more she did so, the more her snow-white face became flushed. Just as her face was about to explode from heating up- "I-I want to have s-" "I admit it. This is my fault." Rona hurriedly covered Fienne's mouth. Of course, that wasn't the end of it. "Risir!" Fienne shook off Rona's hand and shouted. "Soon- no, tomorrow... no! Right now! Make time. I want to spend time together with you. Got it!?" Fienne's uprising. And- "Fi-Fienne...!?" Risir's reaction that became infinitely ordinary, unlike when dealing with swords or magic. """...!!!""" That triggered everything. Eyes lighting up one by one. A completely different gaze from before began to be directed at one man. Step. It was the sound of their relationships undergoing change. It was also the sound of their physical distance closing. *** [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... *** -...Pamon, I'd like to wake up from this dream now. Please pinch my cheek. "..." But. Duran is a book. The current Pamon didn't even have the leisure to raise such a simple objection. "Our Risir... what did you say?" Wandering Star Remier. Frozen Breath Palag. Master Meltas. Because the story of her disciple told by the three mages was so shocking. "Lord Palag. Seeing Lord Pamon's state, I think we were too hasty." "Hmm. A mild 'Risar' case, I see. We were complacent. I didn't expect the gap between the Risir that Lord Pamon knows and the current Risir to be this large." "Ah- actually, when I first met that friend- his level had just reached 3rd Rank." "Ah! Then this reaction is understandable. In that case, a bit more-" "Yes. That's right. It would be good to be a bit more 'Risir' about it, to make it more 'Risir'." "What are you two doing?" Remier looked pitifully at the two old men having a conversation in their own system. "We were saying that our way of conveying the story was too radical, Remier." "We made a leap of logic, thinking that since Lady Pamon is Risir's master, she would understand everything." "Ah... I see." "Therefore, it seems we need a process of understanding 'Risir' more gradually here-" Master Meltas cleared his throat and shuffled about. "It seems right for me, who has known Risir the longest, to take that role. Tower Master, might this be me challenging your authority?" "Why would it be." It was a reaction opposite to Palag, who was making boiling sounds from frustration. With Remier coolly resting against the backrest behind him, Meltas excitedly began telling Pamon the story. Risir. The story of the path he had walked until now. The story of the Master of Assassin Guild who claimed to be an upper-class adventurer, and the necromancer who claimed to be a shaman. "...Yes, the necromancer-" The story of the parasite that clung to the magic tower's master, and the half-demon who had his identity stolen by it. "...Yes, the dark mage-" The story of the half-spirit who hated all pure things, and the elf who loved her. "...Yes, the half-spirit-" Pamon listened to all those stories. How could she not? They were stories about her beloved disciple. However, apart from that, Pamon's mind seemed to have gone to a distant place. World Tree. Sacred Sword. Supreme God. Void Will. Those extremely unrealistic stories created a great rift within Pamon. The Risir she remembered. The Risir they spoke of. Pamon wandered between the two, unable to get her bearings. Like that, Pamon's heart seemed to go to a place so distant that even she couldn't do anything about it. "Ah! Come to think of it- this is the most recent matter, but I heard Risir got a fiancée." "...Yes, engagement-... Yes!?" Pamon's blurred expression regained its characteristic color once again. After a moment. The dark elf, who had regained her characteristic lively atmosphere, covered her mouth with her hand and let out laughter. "Lady Pamon...? Everyone including Meltas showed puzzlement at her sudden behavior. "It seems our disciple has gotten caught up in another commotion?" "...Commotion?" Remier didn't understand what Pamon was talking about. Palag and Meltas, who had been excitedly talking about Risir until just before, were the same. What part of a man like Risir getting involved in romantic relationships was so unusual that she would react so strangely? Like that. While everyone was looking at the same thing, only Pamon was looking at something different. "What kind of trouble with women is our disciple experiencing now?" Risir. The aspect of her disciple that only she knew. *** [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... *** Currently. Risir's mind was filled with one thought. 'What is this.' Risir. He was currently running. "Risir!!! What are you doing right now!? Won't you stop!?" To escape from the group of women chasing after him. This entire farce had started from the guest room of Gus's Mansion. -Risir! Our master says she has something to tell you! -Risir!!! An engagement, why didn't you tell me!? Guests who had come after hearing news of Risir's engagement. They encountered the festival scene already in progress in the guest room and gladly joined it. -Risir, decide! Today right now! Whether you'll spend time with me or not! -Then tomorrow would be fine for me! -Rona! -What, Fienne. I also went through quite a bit when Risir was away. I have that right too, don't I? -Everyone wait. Today I'll spend time with big brother and sort out the conversation. -...Speaking of promises reminds me- I haven't crossed swords with you once since getting this body. Come out with your sword right now. Ri, Risir!? Our master also says she has something to talk about!? -Jane! Felix! What are you two doing here again!? And why is Lord Dwen here! -Risir! Risir! You know me- my lair is almost complete!? Want to come see it!? -Wait, everyone! Be quiet! This way the conversation won't make any progress! Countless requests for appointments that showed no sign of ending. -Kyaaaahhh!!! -Ah! He's running! Finally, Risir couldn't bear it and attempted to escape. He threw himself out the window and started running straight away. And so, reaching the present again- "Risir!" "No, Alenza! Flying is cheating- Clana!?" Unfortunately, each and every one of them was part of a pursuer(?) group with an incredible composition. Before Risir knew it, he found himself cornered in an alley. """Risir...!""" They advanced. Drawing closer to Risir, urging his answer. This mysterious game of tag wouldn't end until he took someone's hand. "Ah...!" Just as Risir sensed his end(?). "...!!!" Risir's eyes lit up at a nostalgic voice coming from somewhere. "Risir~" It was from the sky above. There, the Forest Witch was looking down at Risir while riding a broomstick. *** [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... *** "Master!!!" Risir's exclamation stirred the atmosphere of the place. Master!? Don't tell me that person is exactly that- Like that, while everyone was in confusion. "My disciple, it seemed like you needed help~" Pamon descended to the ground and extended her hand to Risir. "Ah...!!!" The pursuers panicked but it was already too late. -Risir, come quickly! Risir's fingertips and Pamon's fingertips touched. Just as their hands were about to overlap. -Won't you stop, you vermin!!! Kahahaha! White flames that bloomed with the laughter surrounded Risir. -How dare you wretched beings try to forcibly covet Master's affection!!! I, White Flame who reveals impurity-... Hwareuk! Won't stand for this! For some reason, the White Flame spirit shyly revealed his name and scolded the vermin(?). Then, a purifying wind swept through. -!!! The Baby Spirit with fiercely raised eyebrows stood in front of Risir. Mischievous One of Sand Hills, Ver. -Stop bothering Master!!! She placed her hands on both hips and scolded them with a stern voice. -That's not allowed! You can't try to monopolize Master all by yourself!!! The pursuers naturally became solemn at the Baby Spirit's cute lecture (with vast aura added). -Got it!? Master doesn't belong to you. Master is... -That's right! Master embraces the entire world- -Mine!!! -What!? Verdandes raised both arms high and declared. At the same time, a purifying storm swept through and began to carry Risir's body somewhere. "Risir!?!" The vermin's hands reached toward the sky. Risir was flying far away into the sky. *** [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... [New fate has been unlocked] ... ... ... *** """Risir!!!""" Ver's storm kidnapped Risir. Risir's body gradually moved away from Bondaless. "Ha...!" Risir was so flabbergasted that he let out a laugh. What on earth was this situation. He was getting tired of even thinking about it anymore. "Hm?" It was then. Something entered Risir's field of vision. "Ah, right- there was something like this." What he had momentarily forgotten while being tossed around by reality was- A window. A window you'd see in games. [▷Ending: New Story] *** [New keyword has been unlocked!] [Keyword: Risir] *** [This is the last registered review] ... [Content : Dae Si Reu] [Rating: Very Favorable] ... ... ... [This is the last registered review] ... [Content: Dae Pyeong Taek] [Rating: Very Favorable] ... ... ... [An error has occurred!] [This community is no longer available!] ... ... ... [Game not found!] ** [▷Ending: New Story] "..." For a moment. Some game came to mind in Risir's head. Perhaps, wasn't this world the world within that game- Along with that thought. Dark thoughts that rose like storm clouds tried to devour Risir's thoughts in an instant. """Risir!!!""" "Hm?" However. Voices coming from somewhere shattered Risir's thoughts. Risir's gaze turned toward the sky on the opposite side. Pamon's broomstick. Alenza's wings. All of it was saturated. The pursuers(?) were chasing Risir in their own ways. Risir let out a laugh. And once again, he stared at that 'window'. "...Nah-" He thought. That it wasn't after all. Because this world was far too peaceful to be the world within that game. -Dark Fantasy Normalization (Complete)