I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 130

Who was the most confused by the Holy Kingdom of El Dorado dispatching an investigation team?

Kadir, the close friend of the Previous Hero? No.

Ludwig or the families of the investigation team? Not them either.

It was none other than the turncoat Hero, Asella, who shared a history with Ludwig.

’Why on earth... is the Holy Kingdom targetting Master...?’

In a room of an inn where she had barely managed to find room and board.

In the room illuminated only by a single lantern, Asella was intently staring at a newspaper.

SHOCKING! The true reason behind the birth of a turncoat Hero is the master of the paladins?

Unwholesome ideology breeds corrupt convictions.

El Dorado’s ideological verification: Anyone who fails to offer a prayer to Goddess Aris at least once a day will be deemed a subversive element...

It had only been a single day. Merely a day after the news broke that the investigation team had deserted, newspapers like these flooded out.

It was a tone of condemnation that felt almost pre-planned. Asella was thoroughly bewildered.

Above all, the most heartbreaking thing was Ludwig.

Former Paladin Order instructor Ludwig: Revealed to be a blasphemer of Aris.

The Blasphemous Paladin, Ludwig: Where has he vanished?

Paladins trained under him subjected to sweeping investigation...

Ludwig, the instructor in charge of raising and training paladins.

Asella knew his upright, steadfast character better than anyone.

Had she not grown under his tutelage and been chosen as the Hero?

He had treated her so kindly that Asella could feel how much he doted on her.

To her, born an orphan lacking adult warmth and affection, Ludwig was no different from a father.

’A misunderstanding... There must be a misunderstanding...’

Asella tightly gripped the newspaper. El Dorado had shown one disappointing move after another.

Yet El Dorado was a nation founded to worship the gods, including Aris.

It was also El Dorado that had raised the orphaned Asella into a respectable paladin.

’Is all of this... my fault?’

Asella recalled the moment she pulled the Holy Sword, Revolution.

The oracle handed down directly by the goddess the moment she drew the Holy Sword. Its content was something she could not easily swallow.

A deeply shocking prophecy claiming that she would bring ruin to El Dorado.

At first she thought it was a mistake, but before she knew it, she had become a fugitive.

Following that, El Dorado publicly branded her a turncoat across the land, leading up to the current situation.

’I am not a turncoat...’

Asella herself knew better than anyone that she was not a traitor.

Therefore, she judged that the Goddess Aris had misunderstood.

Thinking a goddess made a mistake—one might deem it utterly blasphemous words.

However, Asella’s situation was more than enough to induce cognitive dissonance.

’Even if I prove that I am not a turncoat... will Master be able to reclaim his honor?’

Ludwig’s honor was already beginning to hit rock bottom.

Not only was El Dorado completely controlling the press, but it was also quite a massive incident.

Her heart felt heavy as even the Immortal King crisis seemed to be quietly brushed under the rug.

El Dorado had recently shown nothing but disappointing behavior.

Perhaps this was its bare face—having worn the mask of the ’Holy Kingdom’ to play the good guy all this time.

’The Holy Kingdom I knew wasn’t like this...’

The El Dorado that Asella knew had been a truly beautiful place.

A country where everyone lived happily under the protection of the gods, including Goddess Aris.

A place guarded by paladins armed with a spirit of service and sacrifice.

A place where even orphaned children could go beyond fulfilling their dreams and become a Hero.

Yet the actions shown in recent times were the exact opposite.

’It’s just... straying off course, right? Because there is no human who doesn’t stray.’

Just as a person naturally wanders, a nation would be no different.

Originally, El Dorado was founded to stand against the threat of the Demon King—that was to say, Mephisto.

However, as culture developed, Mephisto began implementing appeasement policies.

Having become completely obsessed with ball games, he ended up viewing violence as taboo.

He had even offered a polite apology, leaving El Dorado with no choice but to lose its way.

’Times like this are precisely when one must believe. Because leaving the side of someone going through a tough time is the absolute worst thing to do.’

That was a life lesson Ludwig had taught her.

That remaining by the side of someone suffering was the true virtue of a paladin.

Even if that someone was a nation, it was no different. Asella steeled her heart once more.

Asella was entirely unaware that one of the people having the hardest time in the entire world was actually herself.

While the other one was currently working his fingers to the bone suffering in the Forest of the Four Seasons.You are reading on novelping(.)com, the official source.

’I wonder what Grylls-ssi is doing right now?’

Curious about Grylls’s recent situation, Asella logged into the Gallery.

Thanks to him handing over the sword to Ludwig, the investigation team had been able to scatter safely.

Hadn’t the newspaper also reported that Ludwig wielded a wicked ’demonic sword’ to let the treacherous villains escape alive?

Furthermore, with various testimonies circulating on the Gallery, she was able to be certain it was Grylls’s gift.

I seriously resent the sky so damn much.

"Eh?!"

Asella let out a sound as if she had bitten her tongue.

Looking at Grylls’s latest post, she couldn’t help but react that way.

Since ancient times, the sky was known to be the domain of the gods.

Whether metaphorically or literally, it wasn’t something she could easily overlook.

’Don’t tell me Grylls-ssi is committing blasphemy again?’

Since he committed blasphemy at every opportunity, she decided to read the post immediately.

If that was the case, she intended to give him a stern warning.

Title) I seriously resent the sky so damn much.

Wild Grylls

(Video of rain pouring outside the cave)

How long has it been since it last rained for it to rain again, fucking hell

The oven and furnace are fine since I covered them with tarps, but I think the fish traps are gonna get washed away again...

The sky definitely hates me. No wonder I keep cursing at it.

↳ Heavenly Demon: Resenting the sky, you say... Do you dislike this seat as well?

↳ Wild Grylls: No no. Heavenly Demon-nim is an exception haha. You stand even higher than the sky.

↳ Heavenly Demon: That is also true.

↳ Ew. It’s gonna get worn raw, worn completely raw lmfao

↳ Look at those two hitting it off so well lmfao

↳ Are you guys seriously forming a clique? lol

↳ Are you going to the Forest of the Four Seasons just to hang out? lol

↳ Let’s give him a pass on that one. That’s beyond just clique behavior;;

↳ Fr lol. We gotta make an exception for the Forest of the Four Seasons~

↳ Sword Matstar: Since it’s a forest, it seems to rain often. Why don’t you take this opportunity to just train?

↳ Wild Grylls: I’ve been doing that continuously, but only my aura size keeps growing?

↳ Sword Matstar: What the;; What kind of training are you doing for you to get strong like that?

↳ Wild Grylls: Just, you know... eating meals, circulating my mental cultivation method, eating inner cores, circulating my mental cultivation method. That’s all.

↳ Sword Matstar: Are you saying you eat inner cores like medicine?

↳ Wild Grylls: For now, yeah. I save what Bbareumbo eats, but I have spares. Is that weird?

↳ Sword Matstar: Holy fucking shit, I’ve never seen someone shovel down inner cores like medicine before;;

↳ That’s why he gets insanely OP like a fucking dumbass lmfao

↳ Won’t his aura reach the sky at this rate?

↳ Is he gonna shout later, "My aura is the aura that will pierce the heavens!"?

↳ Didn’t that crazy strong dumbass Sword Saint shout that back then? lmfao

↳ Yeah correct lmfao Back then I thought it was fucking cool, but now lmfao

↳ It was cool, what’s wrong with it?

↳ Starlight Lady: Don’t resent the sky too much. I also resented the sky once, but luckily survived, didn’t I?

↳ Wild Grylls: That wasn’t the sky, that was me helping you.

↳ Starlight Lady: When you put it that way, I don’t really have anything to say. Still, you shouldn’t think too negatively! Maintaining a positive mindset is always key.

↳ Wild Grylls: Did you do that, Starlight Lady-nim?

↳ Starlight Lady: No haha. I just waited for the day I’d die every single day.

↳ Wild Grylls: Hey lady;;

↳ Starlight Lady: Instead, just like I met Grylls-ssi, you might meet a benefactor one day too!

↳ When will that day be?

↳ What’s certain for now is that it’ll take months lol

↳ They say Ludwig entered the Forest of the Four Seasons, so they’ll meet eventually. In heaven, of course lol

↳ Yoooou are seriously terrible lmfao

It was a post resenting the actual sky itself, not Aris.

However, his indirect hatred towards the gods was revealed everywhere in his words.

’A person who hates the gods because he doesn’t want to hate people...’

Asella was conflicted. Could she truly change Grylls’s mindset?

Yet if he couldn’t resent the gods, he would end up hating people.

In many ways, Grylls’s mindset was something that required careful thought.This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.

Humans were creatures that couldn’t live normally without hating something.

It wasn’t for nothing that human emotions were expressed through joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure.

’In that case, I must guide him to hate a little less!’

Asella’s signature positive thinking activated.

She left a comment on Grylls’s post, where new comments were continuously populating.

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero: Times like this are precisely when you should pray to the heavens! Try praying for the rain to stop!

↳ Wild Grylls: Stop peddling snake oil.

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero: God doesn’t peddle snake oil!!! Just listen to me this once!

↳ Wild Grylls: Sigh. Fine. What should I say?

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero: "I beseech Goddess Aris, Goddess of War and Wisdom. Please quell the wrath of the heavens and grant me freedom of movement!"

↳ Wild Grylls: Wait right there. I’ll go pray with that exact mindset and come back.

↳ Don’t Abandon the Hero: Very good!

Had her relentless persuasion finally borne fruit? Grylls replied that he would offer a prayer.

Even though Grylls only did it because he genuinely had nothing better to do, Asella was simply overjoyed.

’With this, he’ll let go of at least a little bit of his hatred toward the gods, right?’

Asella quietly waited for the comment. She prayed for a good outcome.

About 30 seconds passed after that. Grylls did not post a comment.

Orange Badge, you fucking fraud!!!

He had merely created a new post that made Asella’s eyes widen in shock.

Wondering what had happened, she entered the post without hesitation.

Title) Orange Badge, you fucking fraud!!!

Wild Grylls

(Video of outside the cave where torrential rain pours as if a hole opened in the sky)

What? If I pray, God will answer?

Don’t make me fucking laugh. The gods definitely hate me too.

It was a post complaining that even more rain fell after he prayed.

Asella stared blankly at the Gallery before quietly logging out.

’Well, Goddess Aris doesn’t grant every single request!’

It was typical of Asella, who always possessed a positive mindset.

Ttok ttok ttok—

’Excuse me, guest. Are you inside?’

It was around the time she closed the Gallery. Someone knocked on the door from outside.

Asella briefly recognized the owner of the voice to be the innkeeper, before reflexively circulating her mana.

After circulating her mana, she checked the presence not only behind the door but across the entire inn.

’There’s someone... next to the innkeeper.’

It wasn’t just the presence that was suspicious.

’Are you certain she is in here?’

’Yes. Her orange hair was unmistakable.’

’Then we enter immediately. I shall grant your reward after capturing the turncoat alive.’

’Aigo, thank you.’

Though spoken in a tiny whisper, every word reached Asella’s ears.

Rather than hearing the sounds directly with her ears, it felt as though their presence had been materialized into perception.

’The pursuers already...’

She hadn’t even stayed for a few days, yet pursuers had already caught up.

Asella tightly bit her lip and hurriedly readied herself.

First and foremost, she grasped the Holy Sword, Revolution, and headed toward the window.

’I still need more time. Time for the misunderstanding to be resolved.’

Asella threw open the window and leapt outside.

Ujigeun!

At the same time, the sound of the door being forced open rang out. The pursuit team had broken down the door.

Of course, since Asella had already escaped through the window, they could only come up empty-handed.

’O Goddess... Please grant me the strength to overcome these trials.’

Without losing her faith in the goddess, Asella fled into the night.

Around the time Asella began her flight to throw off her pursuers.

"Euaaaaah! You motherfuckers! Get the fuck away!! This is my house!!"

"Kieeeng!"

"Keeng! Kekek!"

Grylls was suffering immensely while holding off an unprovoked beast wave.

"Get out of my house right now!!!"