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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 127: Hell (4)

Chapter 127: Hell (4)

Ludwig⁠‍‌ was a rigid‍ and extremely inflexible‍​ person, but he‌⁠ was also a man who understood​‌‍ honor.

As⁠ a believer in⁠‌ Aris.

As‍⁠ the shield of​​⁠ Aris.

As⁠‌ the master of⁠‌ the Holy Knights.‌

Everyone‌⁠​ acknowledged the honor‌ Ludwig possessed, and⁠​ he himself took⁠ pride in it.⁠

That‌‍ was why, when‌‍ that honor was⁠ stained, and by‍​‍ such underhanded methods⁠‍ at that, it​⁠ was inevitable that‍⁠ he would feel‍‌ anger.

But⁠⁠ perhaps the last‌⁠ chance to set‍‌ things right had​⁠⁠ already passed.

No‌​ matter how much​ he resisted, his‌⁠ fate was still​⁠​ to enter the‌​ Four Seasons Forest.‌‍

Now‌ he was nothing⁠ more than a man cornered at‌‍​ the edge of⁠ a cliff, desperately‌ struggling.

Even‌ so, he decided‍‍⁠ to protect his⁠⁠ honor until the‍ very end.

Not‍⁠ only his own,‌⁠⁠ but the lives⁠‌‍ of others as‌⁠ well.

‘They‌‍ all managed to⁠ escape.’

Ludwig⁠​ looked around him.‍⁠

Lace‌⁠⁠ and the rest‍⁠‍ of the expedition⁠​​ had already scattered.‌‌

Someday,‍ they would become​​ the “seeds” of‌​ a revolution.

All‌‌⁠ of this had​ been possible thanks‍ to a sword.‌‍

The​​ sword he had‍ received as a gift just before‍‌ entering the Four⁠​ Seasons Forest.

Even‍ Ludwig admired the⁠ power of that​ sword that shone‌⁠‍ like a green‍ galaxy.

He‌ had fought in⁠ countless battles as‌ the sword of‍‌⁠ Aris, but he​​ had never seen​⁠ such a terrifying‌⁠ weapon.

‘If⁠⁠ it is used​⁠‌ incorrectly, it could‍ become a demonic‌​ sword.’

Unlike‍ the Holy Sword,​‌ Revolution, this sword​ amplified the power​ of its wielder.⁠

However,‍‍⁠ even for the⁠ user himself, it‌ was difficult to​⁠‌ control.

If‌ he was not⁠‌‍ careful, he could‌⁠​ end up cutting⁠‍​ himself.

He‍​ had fought while‍ restraining himself as‌⁠‌ much as possible.‍⁠⁠

If⁠‌ he had not⁠‌ done so, things‍⁠‍ could have ended‍ very badly.

‘What‌‌‍ kind of being⁠ could have created‍ a sword like⁠‌ this?’

Its​‌ power was terrifyingly‌⁠‍ extraordinary.

The​ problem was that‌‌​ it was too‌‍ extraordinary.

So⁠⁠ much so that‌​ it was impossible⁠​‍ for him to​⁠ focus solely on​​ the battle.

The‌‍​ instant he made‍ even the slightest‌​ mistake, his aura‍ ran wild.

Ludwig‍⁠‌ took a deep​‍ breath and looked‌​⁠ ahead.

The‌⁠⁠ surveillance group was‍ still aiming at‍​​ him.

Although‌​⁠ they all wore‌​‍ helmets and he⁠‌ could not see⁠ their faces, he​ understood clearly.

They​‌ were afraid.

“What‍ is it that‌‌‌ you fear?”

“……”‌​

“Come.‌ The enemy is​‌ here.”

Ludwig⁠⁠ spoke in his​‍‍ usual dry voice.‌‍

If⁠‌‌ the Heroine was​​⁠ the sword of‌ Aris, Ludwig was‍‌‌ the shield of‍‌ Aris.

For⁠‍ the surveillance group,⁠‌​ breaking through him‍‌ was practically impossible.‌‌⁠

And⁠⁠‌ on top of​⁠ that, he was‍ now wielding a terrifying sword.

With‍⁠ the rest of⁠‌⁠ the expedition already⁠‍ escaped, the surveillance​​ group did not⁠⁠ have many options.‍‌‍

They‍‌ could charge at‌​ Ludwig and die.⁠⁠

Or‍​ they could return‌⁠ and be purged‌‌‍ by the Pope.‍⁠‌

Ludwig​‍ had no way​ out either.

Behind‌ him was the​‌ Four Seasons Forest.‍⁠

And​‍‌ he no longer‌ had the strength‍⁠ to break through​‌ the enemy lines.​‌

He‍‍ had pushed himself‍‍ too far in‌ order to scatter‍ the seeds.

He⁠⁠ was only managing‌‌‍ to remain standing‌ thanks to that‍ sword.

Both​​⁠ sides were completely‍‌ cornered.

There‍ was no visible‍​ way out.

‘What‍‍‌ do we do?’‌​

‘What‍‍ do we do?!‌ Charge at him‍‍​ already!’

‘Didn’t‌‍‍ you see what‌ happened?! They were⁠⁠ sent into the⁠‌⁠ Four Seasons Forest!’‌

‘Damn​ it, I wish⁠⁠‌ it had been⁠​‌ a cliff instead.’‍‍‍

The​ members of the⁠ surveillance group whispered‌ among themselves.

And⁠​ they did not​ fear only Ludwig.⁠

They⁠⁠ also feared the‍ Four Seasons Forest‍ that stretched out‍‍ behind him.

The​​ moment they entered⁠‌‍ it, they would​⁠‌ never be able‍⁠⁠ to come back‍ out.

Archbishop⁠​​ Odon and several‌ members of the‍‍ surveillance group had‌‍ already been thrown​‌ into the forest.⁠

And⁠​​ every one of⁠‌‍ them had disappeared⁠‌‌ without a trace.⁠‍⁠

They‌‍ had seen it‌‌ with their own‍ eyes.

It⁠‌​ was only natural‌‌⁠ that they would⁠⁠​ hesitate.

‘They’re​ wavering.’

Thanks⁠‌ to all the‌⁠​ experience he had‌‍ accumulated over the‍​‍ years, Ludwig immediately‍⁠ understood the atmosphere‌ among them.

They‌‌ were trapped as⁠‍ well.

As​‌⁠ rigid and inflexible‍‍ as he was.‌‌‍

‘Though⁠ that doesn’t mean‍⁠ my situation is​⁠⁠ any better.’

Ludwig’s‌⁠ future was not⁠⁠ bright either.

Rather,​ it was dark.​‍

Even⁠‍​ if he managed​ to break through⁠​ and survive, his‍​ honor would be‌⁠‍ dragged through the​⁠ mud.

As​ long as the⁠‌​ Pope maintained complete‌‍ control over Eldorado,⁠‌‌ manipulating the press‌‍ would be child’s​‍‌ play.

Besides,⁠ he had been⁠⁠​ the Heroine’s master.‍

He​ was the perfect⁠ scapegoat.

They‍ would say that‌ the Heroine had‌‍​ fallen because of‍ the dangerous ideas‌⁠‍ he had taught​‍‌ her.

It⁠​⁠ was so obvious‌ that Ludwig could⁠​​ not help but‌​ show a faint‍‍ smile.

Precisely⁠⁠⁠ because he understood⁠ honor, he wanted⁠​⁠ to avoid seeing⁠​ it destroyed at⁠ all costs.

‘I⁠ did the right‍ thing by dealing​‍⁠ with that pig‍ first.’

Archbishop‌ Odon had disappeared.‌⁠

And⁠‌⁠ with him, so‌ had the one⁠​​ giving the orders.​

The⁠⁠ veterans of the‌​​ surveillance group had​‌‌ either died at⁠ Ludwig’s hands or‌‌ been thrown into​‌ the Four Seasons⁠​ Forest.

No​⁠ one knew whom‌‌⁠ to obey anymore.⁠⁠‍

Chaos‍‌‌ was inevitable.

“It‍ seems you understand‍ the situation. If​ you return, the‍ Pope will purge‌ you. And if‍⁠ you come at​ me, you will​‌ die.”

“……”‌​

“Allow‌‌ me to make⁠‍ you a proposal.”​‌

When‌ Ludwig spoke, the‍‌ members of the​ surveillance group looked⁠‌ at one another.⁠

It‌ was a silent‍⁠ question.

Should‌​ they listen to⁠‍​ him?

But‌ since they had⁠ no better alternative,‌‌ they decided to⁠‌‍ do so.

“Even‍​ if you return,​‍ you will die‌ at the Pope’s‍⁠⁠ hands. Even if​‍⁠ you manage to‌‍‍ kill me, the⁠‍ result will be‌ the same.”

“What…?‍⁠‌ What do you‍​‌ mean by that…?”​‌

“The‍​‍ person who most⁠‍⁠ wishes to destroy‍​ my honor is⁠‍ the Pope. Do‌‍‌ you know why​​​ he is trying‌⁠ to make me⁠​ disappear?”

Ludwig‌ was an upright​⁠‍ man.

But​ he was not​⁠‍ an idiot.

He‍ had a personality​ very similar to‍⁠ that of the‌‌ head moderator of​⁠⁠ a certain gallery,‍‍ only with many⁠‍ more years of​‍⁠ experience.

“To‌‍ prevent me from​‍ becoming a martyr.”‍​‌

“……”‍

“Even⁠ if you bring⁠ him my head,‌ the Pope will⁠ make all of‌ you disappear. He‍‍ will invent any‌‍​ excuse he pleases.⁠ I will be‍⁠ listed as missing.‌‍‍ You will be⁠ executed. And no‌ one will remember‌‍ what happened here.”‍⁠

It​‌​ was not an⁠ absurd idea.

In​‍⁠ fact, it sounded‌‌ quite believable.

The‍‍⁠ Pope had built‌⁠‌ his prestige by​ purging so-called “subversive‌‍‌ elements.”

And‌ to preserve that‌​ prestige, he would⁠‍⁠ not hesitate to‌ sacrifice dozens or‍⁠ even hundreds of​‌‌ innocent people.

The⁠‌‌ surveillance group was‌‍ part of that‍⁠‍ as well.

In⁠​‍ the end, they‍‌⁠ were all destined​⁠‌ to die.

“H-how‌ do you expect‍ us to believe​‍​ that?!”

“Because​ that is exactly​ what they did​‍ to the Immortal⁠⁠ King.”

“……”⁠‌‍

“If‌‍ they were capable​‍ of destroying a single man to​​ the point of​ bringing an entire​‍ kingdom to ruin,​ getting rid of​⁠ all of you⁠ will be even‌⁠‌ easier. And many​‍ people will die‌ in the process.”‍‌

The‌ moment Ludwig mentioned‌‌ the Immortal King,​‌‍ the members of‍‍‍ the surveillance group​‍ fell silent.

Eldorado‌‌ had committed a massacre just to‍‍⁠ destroy the king⁠ of a small‍ country.

There‍ was no guarantee​‍ that the same‌⁠⁠ cruelty would not‍‍ eventually fall upon​‌​ them.

His‍​​ reasoning was too​‌ convincing.

And​‌ their convictions began‍‌ to waver.

Ludwig​ sensed that crack‍⁠ and seized the‍‍​ opportunity.

“So…‍⁠​ run.”

“……”‍

“Run‌ from the Holy‌​‌ Kingdom. Or wait​⁠​ until I recover.‍‍ Choose.”

“…And‌‍ when you recover,​‌ will you kill‌‍⁠ us?”

One‍‌ of the guards⁠‍​ asked in a heavy voice.

His⁠‍⁠ tone was full​‌ of tension.

Ludwig⁠​ looked at him‌ and replied with⁠ something unexpected.

“No.”⁠

“Then…”‍​⁠

“I‍‌ will enter the​⁠​ Four Seasons Forest.”‌‍‍

“What?”​

The​⁠​ entire surveillance group⁠​​ was bewildered.

It​‌ was only natural.‌‍⁠

They‍​ had thought that‌​‍ until this very​‍‌ moment he had‌ been desperately fighting‌ to avoid entering​⁠ the forest.

But‌⁠‍ that was not​ the case.

Ludwig​​⁠ had made that‌‌⁠ decision long ago.​‍‍

Then‍ he explained his​‍‍ reasons.

“If‌‍ I sacrifice my‍ honor, I can⁠‍ protect the honor‌ of others. Just​‌‍ as they will⁠‍ say that a traitor was born‍‍‌ because I filled⁠‍⁠ her with the‍​​ wrong ideas.”

“……”‍

The‍‌ Pope had used​ other people as⁠ human shields to‍​‌ protect his reputation.​‍‌

But​⁠ Ludwig was offering‌‌​ himself up as⁠⁠‍ a shield.

A decision worthy of‌⁠⁠ the Shield of‍​ Aris.

Perhaps⁠‍ his words had​​ moved them.

Little‍‌ by little, the‌‍​ members of the‍⁠​ surveillance group began​‌‍ lowering their weapons.‍​

The‍​ instinct to survive.​

And⁠‌⁠ the sincerity they​‍ sensed in Ludwig’s⁠‍ words.

Everything‍‌ came together perfectly‍ and finally destroyed⁠‌​ their will to​​‌ fight.

“You‌⁠​ have made a wise decision.”

“……When‌⁠​ will you enter?”​

“In‍​ one hour.”

As‌ soon as he‌⁠ said that, Ludwig​​ sat down cross-legged.⁠​​

It⁠‌ was the posture⁠ required to practice⁠ his mana circulation‌‍ technique.

The​​‍ guards could not⁠‍⁠ help but feel‌ confused.

The​⁠‌ man who had⁠‌ been threatening their​​ lives just moments⁠ ago was calmly​​‍ cultivating right in⁠​‌ front of them.⁠

It‌​ was behavior that‌ was impossible to⁠‍ understand.

Whispers‍‌‌ began to spread.‍​​

‘Should‍ we attack him?’⁠

‘Are⁠‌ you insane? What⁠⁠ if it’s a trap?’

‘If‌⁠ he recovers all​ his strength, he‌‍‌ might come after‍⁠ us.’

‘Sir⁠​ Ludwig would never⁠​​ do something like⁠ that. Trust him.’‍‍​

In⁠‍ the end, the‌‍ guards decided to⁠‌ trust Ludwig.

They​ knew better than‍⁠‍ anyone how upright‌‌ he was.

Even​‍ without that conversation,⁠‌​ they knew his‍ character.

He‌‍ had never been​‍⁠ a corrupt person.⁠‌

On​‌‍ the contrary, he‍⁠‍ was as noble​ as the Heroine‍ herself.

While⁠ Ludwig circulated his⁠ mana, the guards‍ slowly backed away.⁠

Finally,‍ they left only​​ a few behind⁠​‍ to watch him,⁠‍ and most of‍‌ them began to‌‍ withdraw.

“……”‍‍

One⁠​‍ hour later, Ludwig⁠ finished his meditation.​‌

He⁠ slowly opened his‌​ eyes and looked‌‌ ahead.

Only​‌ two guards remained.​‌

‘It‍ seems most of⁠‍​ them have left.’​

Even‍⁠ as he sensed​​ his surroundings, he‌ detected no one​​⁠ else.

He‌⁠ slowly stood up.‍

The⁠‍ moment he did,⁠‍‍ the two guards‍‍ flinched.

They‍⁠ seemed frightened.

Ludwig​ silently observed them⁠​ before speaking in‍‍​ his usual tone.‍

“You‍​ two.”

“Y-yes?”‍‍​

His‍ voice sounded calmer​‍⁠ than before.

Without​‍‌ realizing it, the​​ guards answered him‍​ respectfully.

“Are​‍ you the youngest?”‌‌

“Y-yes?”‌‍

“I⁠ asked if you‌‍ are the youngest.”‌⁠⁠

Faced⁠‍⁠ with such an‍ unexpected question, the⁠ two looked at​⁠ each other.

Then‌​ they answered in‌​ timid voices.

“Y-yes!‌‌ I only recently‌​ stopped being an‌‌‌ apprentice!”

“I​⁠‌ joined one year‌⁠ before him!”

An‍⁠ answer befitting well-disciplined‍⁠‌ soldiers.

Ludwig⁠ showed a faint​ smile.

And⁠‍ at the same⁠​ time, he felt‌⁠⁠ sadness.

Even​ recruits that young​ had ended up‍​‌ being dragged into‌ that dirty work.‌⁠

‘What⁠‌ will become of‍‌‍ the future of​‌‍ the Holy Kingdom?’⁠⁠​

He⁠‌ had fulfilled his‌​‌ duty as the‍‌ Shield of Aris.⁠‌‌

But​‌​ he had failed‌ to protect the​​ kingdom from within.‌

If‍ Eldorado wished to​‌ regain its true⁠​⁠ form, the rotten​⁠ part had to​‌‍ be cut away.​‌

And​‍ that was not‍‌ a task for⁠​‌ a shield.

Only⁠ a sword could‍‍⁠ do it.

“……”⁠

Ludwig‍‌‌ turned around and‍ gazed at the‌​ entrance to the‍ Four Seasons Forest.​⁠⁠

The⁠ aurora shimmered before‌ him.

Beyond⁠⁠‌ it, all kinds‍ of landscapes could​⁠ be seen.

Although‌ Ludwig feared nothing,‌‍⁠ he was still‌‌ human.

And,‍ like any human​⁠⁠ being, he felt‌​‌ fear in the⁠ face of the⁠‍ unknown.

‘What⁠ kind of place⁠​ lies beyond…?’

Fear.‍‌

And​⁠ curiosity.

After⁠ hesitating for a few moments, he‌‍ slowly stretched out‌ his hand.

His⁠​ hand passed through‍‍ the aurora.

He‌ felt absolutely nothing.‌

He‌ had already taken‍‌‌ the first step.‌

Now​⁠‍ it was time‍⁠ to cross completely.​‌​

He‍‍ slowly closed his‍⁠ eyes and murmured,​

‘Lady​​ Aris… Please protect‍‌​ me.’

Step.⁠⁠​

Step.‌

Ludwig‌‌⁠ walked into the​⁠​ Four Seasons Forest.‍

A strange sensation enveloped⁠‍‍ his body.

Slowly,‌ he opened his​ eyes.

“……”​‍

The​ first thing he‍ saw was an​‌‌ enormous grassland.

A vast green sea‌‌‌ that had nothing‍‍ to do with⁠​‌ a forest.

He​ stared at it​​ for a few⁠ seconds and then⁠‌ looked behind him.​‍‌

Normally,‌​ he should still⁠⁠​ have been able‌⁠ to see the⁠​​ place he had‍​ come from.

But​​⁠ there was only​ another endless green⁠⁠ grassland.

‘Could‌⁠ this be where​‍ WildGrills lives?’

Ludwig‍ immediately tried to​​‍ connect to the‌‌‍ gallery.

He‌ was still not‍‌​ used to it,‍​ but accessing it⁠ was not difficult.‌⁠‍

[It⁠‍​ is not possible‍ to access the‍ gallery from this‍‍‌ area.]

“……”​​

Connecting⁠‍ was simple.

Using⁠​‌ it was impossible.​⁠

Ludwig‍⁠​ looked at the‌ message before him⁠‌ and closed the​ window without saying‌ a word.

He⁠ could not access​​‌ the gallery.

That​⁠ meant only one​ thing.

‘I​ am definitely inside‍⁠​ the Four Seasons‍⁠ Forest.’

Inside​‌‍ the forest, it‌⁠ was still impossible⁠‌ to use the​ gallery.

Nothing‌​​ had changed.

Then‌​‍ how was it​‌​ possible that WildGrills​⁠‌ could use it?​

For⁠ a moment, he⁠⁠ grew curious.

‘I‍⁠ suppose I’ll ask‌​ him when I find him.’

Ludwig⁠‍⁠ began walking slowly.⁠‌‌

The⁠​ grassland was immense,‍‍​ but sooner or⁠ later, they would⁠⁠​ meet.

He‍⁠ did not know‍⁠‍ when that would‌ happen.

But⁠‍‌ standing still would​⁠​ be far worse.⁠‌⁠

Ah,‍⁠‍ right.

“Nom.‍‌​ Nom. Nom.”

“……”‌

Finding‌ him and the‍‌ welcoming ceremony were‍⁠ two different matters.​‍

Ludwig‌​​ raised his head‌ and looked at⁠ a certain animal.⁠

Its⁠‍ body was yellowish‌⁠⁠ and covered with⁠​⁠ brown spots.

Its⁠⁠ long legs were⁠ far taller than‌ Ludwig and packed​ with muscle.

But‍⁠ there was something‍‍ even more striking.⁠‍

Something‍ that went beyond⁠⁠⁠ being merely strange.⁠​​

‘That⁠‌ neck…’

It‍ was absurdly long.⁠‌⁠

So‌ long that it​ could eat the‌‌ leaves of the​​‍ tallest trees without​ any effort.

The​ head, neck, and⁠ body looked as‍ though they belonged‌​⁠ to completely different‍⁠‍ creatures.

Even‌​ for someone with⁠ as much experience‍ as Ludwig, it‍​ was an animal⁠‍‌ he had never‌ seen before.

’…What⁠⁠‍ in the world​​ is that thing?’‌​

If⁠‌ Grills had seen‍‌‌ it, he would‍ have called it⁠‍ a giraffe.

Ludwig⁠‌⁠ watched the creature⁠⁠ devour leaves for‌‍‌ quite some time​ before slowly shaking⁠‌​ his head.

‘Yes…⁠‍ this place truly‌​⁠ is hell.’

Because‌‍​ otherwise, such an‌⁠‌ absurd creature should​ not exist.

With​ that thought, he​‌ continued walking and‌ left the giraffe​​​ behind.

“Nom.‍ Nom. Nom.”

The‌​ giraffe, of course,​​‍ did not care‌ in the slightest.‍

It⁠ simply went on⁠ eating leaves in⁠⁠​ complete peace.

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