CHAPTER 13

Fabian's left arm was torn by the demon. Fabian clenched his teeth and cut the neck of the beast that bit his left arm.

"Haah, haaah…"

Fabian breathed violently. The spell was the last one left.

"F-Fabian, are you okay? How's your arm?"

The expedition members rushed to Fabian.

In particular, April, a priest and Fabian's friend, stamped her feet, seeming to be very concerned about Fabian's injury.

"It was almost a cut injury. If you don't treat it right away, you'll have aftereffects, but you're not taking all your powers yet."

Fabian smiled and waved his left arm to them.

"Don't worry, April. I'm fine."

"Oh, St. Marianne…!"

April was moved to tears.

Their relief was unrealistic, as if it were happening in the lounge.

My mouth was parched. No, I guess I was drooling with my mouth open.

My field of vision had long been blurred by moisture.

The pain like a heat stroke engulfed my left arm. Blood flowing through my arm dropped on the floor with my tears and saliva.

"This is all thanks to Jun's support magic."

"What, Jun?"

"Jun, thank you… Jun?"

Did you realize my condition too late?

Fabian's voice was puzzled. Fabian, crouching on the floor, approached me and asked.

"Jun! Jun…! Are you okay? Wake up!"

"Jun, what's wrong with you? Why is your arm so tattered…!"

Only then did the eyes of the expedition member, who noticed the condition of my arm, were in dismay.

Fabian's face became serious, realizing that the wound on my arm was due to the wound on his own.

Fabian asked April urgently.

"If I go out of the dungeon and treat it… Can she heal completely?"

"With this kind of wound… it is impossible to heal completely even if you leave the dungeon… She's going to have to cut her arm."

"Oh my God…"

The atmosphere, which was like a festival after defeating the beast, plunged like a funeral for a moment.

Under their mourning, I took a painful breath and tried to rationalize myself as if I were okay.

It's okay. I could have invested an arm.

Fabian and them lived thanks to me. The arm will be recovered by the second round.

So it's all right…

***

I dreamed of the time when my arm was cut off.

Well… after that, it's obvious.

I cut off my arm, I became one-armed, and I was still a useless supporting wizard on the expedition.

Everyone did not acknowledge that the expedition team survived thanks to my ability.

Rather, I, who used sacrifice magic for Fabian, was given the ridiculous young nickname of a loyal dog.

Fabian, of course, stood up for me, who overturned such insults.

But when I think about it now, I was just pretending to be partial.

'If I had told them that he was able to defeat the monsters thanks to the use of the attack power to increase magic, everyone would not have said that I did nothing.'

I have learned a lesson from it.

Sacrifice was self-satisfaction, and no recognition could be obtained from others.

In my dream, I was the first to see my left hand moving normally.

'I can't get sick of it no matter how many times I look at it.'

I groped my left arm moving, gazing at it, and gently stood up from bed.

Mary, who came to attend service in the morning, looked at me and said a word.

"You seem to be in a good mood today, miss. Did you have a good dream?"

"Oh, do I look good?"

I was handed a towel by Mary with a big smile.

"I didn't have a good dream, I'm just so satisfied with this reality."

If I'm in the Black Knights, at least I won't be able to blow my arm like that.

Holy water support is also very rich. When I say it's dangerous, they won't go into the dungeon casually.

Compared to the first round, the work-life level is incomparably better.

Is this what it feels like to work for a company with good welfare? I've been trying to prepare for employment, and I'm attached, so I'm not sure.

Everyone looks back on this taste.

I murmured and asked Mary for something to write with.

"Mary, can I have a simple writing instrument, please?"

"I'll get it ready right away."

Mary's action was quick.

My hands were stiff when I saw the pen, ink, and paper prepared in a blink of an eye.

To use the dungeon information I knew, I needed to classify the information and compare it to the current level of the Black Knights.

"I'll write it in Korean anyway, so there's no one to recognize it."

I was able to write both the world's language and Hangul.

I had none of Jun's memory, but I was able to use Jun's abilities.

So, communication and magic were used without difficulty, but there was no such thing as family memory, so it was troublesome at first.

I don't have to write Korean anymore, but it was convenient to organize information that only I knew in this way.

This world language was the same form as English. Therefore, it would not be easy to decipher Hangul, which has a completely different structure, even if it is caught.

The pen glided past the paper.

Dungeon information and item acquisition information that I remember were engraved on the paper one by one.

But it's easy because it's the second time.

In the first round, it was so hard to organize it, and it was almost like squeezing out memories.

It's good to see the time when I left the lanterns on in the inn to record before it was too late.

As a result, it was almost like a strategy book, and thanks to the fact that it was memorized, it was able to be used like this.

"It's done!"

After two days of immersion, I wove the papers I had organized into a booklet. It is often necessary to check, so the outer cover is firmly covered with leather.

As it was not the first but the second, I thought I might tell Mayer about the contents of this book at first.

But soon I shook my head.

'If what Meyer wants from me is not the supporting wizard's ability, but the information I know… If I let him know this, I'll be out of use.'

Fabian actually abandoned me like that.

He thought I forgot all the information I knew.

'And it's perfect to look suspicious. Here's some information about the dungeons Fabian failed to attack in his previous life.'

From what he remembered about me, Meyer would also know what kind of dungeon Fabian had attacked.

It was good to have such detailed information about the dungeon that he didn't even target.

It was better to poke information whenever the right time came.

I don't think I can keep this booklet a secret.

The information from Mary should come out. It was separate from my trust in Mary.

'Loyalty is to the person who gives money. For her, all she has to do is help me well.'

He wasn't an unscrupulous person who didn't give money and expected Mary to keep confidential.

Still, it seemed better to hide it for the time being. At least until the expedition made my faction.

Even Meyer will not reprimand why I hid it.

He didn't tell me all the facts either.

'We're going to hide things from each other.'

One of the things I did really well was to keep Fabian's secrets for the second round.

If I had told him everything I knew, this second round would have been a total wreck.

As time went by, I was able to guess Fabian's thoughts in the second round.

He must have thought he needed to be stronger to defeat the Demon King, and he didn't want to give up the opportunity to get a flame ring that would increase his offensive ability.

In the first episode, I pretended it was one of the support-type skills to Fabian and informed him of the information about the dungeon.

Fabian would have thought that the information about the dungeon he learned would be enough to do the second round.

That's why he didn't feel the need to take me.

But it would have been difficult for me to join another expedition and give them information about the dungeon.

There's no need for two people to know the information.

'Maybe that's why he let me die.'

Still, Fabian is a brave man, and I am a former colleague… I don't think he thought I was that bad.

The shattered trust made even Fabian's humanity suspicious.

In fact, I would have died if I were in the first round.

Now I was an experienced expedition member, and I was able to survive in the dungeon for much longer, and I managed to run into Meyer by the skin of my teeth.

Of course, I was lucky. If Meyer had been a little late, it would have been my body that he faced.

'I'm sorry, so what can you do? You can't even think of the fact that I have my eyes open, and that I have joined hands with Meyer Knox, who is on the lookout for me.'

I'm glad Fabian doesn't know that I have the first memory.

If he had known, he wouldn't have used a half-way trick like neglect.

I'm sure he would have tried to kill me.

I laughed at Fabian so much, praising myself for the choice in the past.