The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 51

Chapter 51: Destruction Reflected in Tears

They left the inn and walked along the road, observing the town as they went. As they walked, they noticed something peculiar.

“There’s no Adventurer’s Guild here…”

“And they sell groceries and food, but there are no weapons for sale… only farming tools.”

The shops along the road didn’t sell weapons or armor. The only ones carrying weapons were the Orthodox Knights, while the rest of the people wore worn-out clothes or work attire.

“It’s just as I heard. In this country, monster hunting and adventuring are handled by the Knight Order, while others work in agriculture and industry.”

“…It doesn’t seem like they’re treated well, though.”

Even those who held positions within the Orthodox Church didn’t seem to be faring well. Those engaged in agriculture or manual labor wore tattered clothes, and some had gloomy expressions.

Then, Ruskdite, still in his sword form, spoke to him and Aria in a voice only they could hear.

“Hmm, have you noticed?”

“Huh?”

“Some of the individuals in armor emit a strange magical power.”

“…You think it’s the magic in their enchanted gear?”

The equipment of the Orthodox Knights was top-notch, imbued with powerful enchantments. It was natural for them to possess more magical energy than commercially available items.

“It’s like… a small blemish on a completed painting or a strange magical energy akin to a small bug on the skin.”

“Can you tell which items it’s coming from?”

“It’s those red stones they have hanging from their necks.”

Trying to discreetly look at the knights’ necks, they saw small red stones embedded in the center of the crosses. These were different from what they had seen at the inn.

“Do you know what they are?”

“Just by looking, it’s hard to say. But judging from the amount of magical energy contained in them, I don’t think they have complex enchantments.”

While it might not be a significant concern if it was just a minor issue, Ruskdite, a high-level monster, had brought it to their attention. So, it was prudent to remain cautious.

The shadows that occasionally appeared and disappeared in the otherwise pristine cityscape seemed to foreshadow something dark in the days ahead…

—

What it was, they didn’t know.

What its purpose was, they couldn’t fathom.

But it would bring about the end of the world. The land, the sea, the sky—everything would be destroyed by that blinding white entity.

Nothing could stand against it, not even an army of thousands, not even an emperor with the power of a lion.

But if one were to resist…

—

“…Huh!? Haa… haa…”

He woke up abruptly and sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow. The sunlight streamed in through the window.

As he touched the pale blue crystal staff, “Truthia,” leaning against the bed, he lost himself in thought. It was about the dream he had just witnessed.

“The cycles are getting shorter… Is the white destruction drawing closer?”

The dream had been the vision of the worst possible future, where this world was annihilated by an overwhelmingly powerful and terrifying entity.

Through the touch of his hand, the staff conveyed its thoughts—an ability he had eagerly awaited since coming to this country.

“Yes, it’s finally arrived…”

The vision of impending doom had been etched into his mind the moment he first touched the staff. The staff also conveyed a method to resist this dire future that would eventually manifest within this country.

“A black storm that will defeat the white destruction…”

As he whispered to himself, the staff briefly gleamed in agreement. Before someone else arrived, he had to make his preparations and take action…