I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 212

Winter was naturally cold, but this winter was uniquely freezing.

Last winter was tough because it arrived out of nowhere, but even though he prepared thoroughly for this winter, it was still like this.

The temperature was one thing, but the decisive factor was the wind. The so-called razor-sharp wind blew frequently.

Every time the wind brushed past his cheeks, it felt like being sliced by a blade heated red-hot in fire.

So, whenever possible, he refrained from outdoor activities as much as he could. Ludwig had also advised him.

Being active in a freezing winter drains your energy several times faster.

He had said that a human consumes an enormous amount of energy just to maintain a stable body temperature.

"Tasty, right?"

"Heueoer. Heuer."

"I’ll take that as a yes."

So he baked roasted sweet potatoes. Knowing this would happen, he had harvested sweet potatoes in advance.

Perhaps because the sweet potatoes were grown in the Forest of the Four Seasons, they were extremely sweet.

A sweet taste and aroma spread every time he bit into the golden flesh.

It would be great to have some milk to go with this, but that would be too much of a luxury.

"Here. You guys eat too. Be careful, it’s hot."

"Uoh!"

"Kkueong."

He roasted plenty of sweet potatoes and distributed them to the animal friends in the brick house as well.

At first, they all squirmed from the heat, but after it cooled down a bit, they ate heartily.

"Delicious, right?"

"Mueong."

This was true for the Spirit Deer as well. It scarfed them down at the sweet taste, which was different from the Golden Apple.

The problem was that they loved it a bit too much. Once all the roasted sweet potatoes were devoured, Lackey inspected the pot from side to side.

He even held up the empty pot to show Grylls. His expression clearly asked if there were any more.

"No way. Hold back."

"Give more! Want to eat!"

"Kkueoeong."

Not only Lackey, but Largo also nudged him for more.

Even the Spirit Deer tried to pretend otherwise, but subtly tapped its front hoof.

The harvested sweet potatoes were quite plentiful, but absolutely not.

’If you eat only sweet potatoes, you’ll gain a ton of weight.’

He remembered hearing something somewhere.

A vet telling someone to stop feeding their pet sweet potatoes because it gained weight.

Most animals tend to like sweet potatoes, but the Forest of the Four Seasons was on another level.

They just loved anything sweet. Hopefully a bear wouldn’t show up asking for roasted sweet potatoes next.

"Well, I’m heading back. Take care."

"Sweet potatoes! Sweet potatoes! Sweet potatoes!"

"Get off me, you guy. You’re gonna get a belly at this rate."

He barely peeled off the clingy Lackey and returned to the cave.

He was simply walking back and forth, but the cold was horrifying.

Was he dropped in the middle of Siberia or something? How could it be this cold?

’Come to think of it, it didn’t rain much either.’

Last winter came right after the rainy season, but this time was different.

Call it autumn or whatever, it arrived after the weather gradually grew chillier.

If the weather softened, he might go outside, but that didn’t seem likely to happen.

At best, he’d only step out around noon. Even getting a meal was tough.

"Piiiiee..."

"Tyranno. You’re gonna get burned like that."

Bbareumbo and Tyranno had claimed the spot right in front of the fireplace.

Bbareumbo was originally in charge of that spot anyway, but Tyranno had newly taken over this time.

’Come to think of it, do dragons count as reptiles?’

Most reptiles are cold-blooded animals. Creatures whose body temperature changes according to ambient temperature.

Since almost nothing was known about dragons, he became slightly curious.

Someone might ask why nothing is known when Dragon Slayers exist.

’Because you can’t observe them.’

Observation or whatever, the moment you trespass into their territory, you get blasted with a breath attack, making it impossible.

Still, he felt they were probably closer to mammals than cold-blooded animals.

I stroked Tyranno’s head a few times and turned my head away.

In the direction he turned, the stone statue of Cain stood steadfastly.

’Looks like the protests in Eldorado are slowly winding down too.’

This was content posted on the Gallery. That the Vatican appealed while even resorting to the bold move of mobilizing the military.

But the essence of their appeal was, ’All current protesters are afflicted with the Immortal King’s curse, and the reason is still under investigation.’

Seeing them mobilize the army, the protesters apparently wondered, ’Is it actually true?’

Now, a representative had stepped forward and entered the Vatican.

Consequently, the protest naturally dispersed, though people maintained a stance of waiting to see what happens.

When I shared this whole situation with Ludwig, the reply that came back was...

Title) What is this guy saying?

Wild Grylls

(Video of Ludwig saying something)

When I told him about the Eldorado situation, he smirked and said that. Anyone care to translate?This chapter is updated first at n⁠ovelping.com.

Re: Heavenly Demon) Just from the nuance alone, it feels like profanity.

Re: Sword Matstar) Feels like cursing to me too.

Re: Passing Dwarf) Obvious he’s telling them to stop bullshitting lolol

Re: Praise the Sun) I don’t know the Holy Kingdom’s language, but I can tell he’s cursing.

Re: Don’t Abandon the Hero) He said "Stop talking out of your fucking ass!"!

Re: Wild Grylls) I knew it lolol

It was roughly like that. Cursing was a universal language by nature.

In particular, Ludwig was someone who had even been purged by the Vatican. His trust in them had to be rock bottom.

Even so, the protesters harbored a glimmer of hope. The fact that the military had been deployed seemed to carry significant weight.

’At least the army didn’t directly attack them.’

No disaster would compare to such a catastrophe. It would leave a scar carved for a lifetime.

Either way, it seemed Eldorado could be forgotten about for a while.

Although if something happened, he’d have to pay attention again.

Title) What a laughable joke.

Necromancy is Love

(Rough photo of inside a refrigerator)

My curse is still in effect, you say?

If that were true, I would have ordered someone to pull me out of this narrow, freezing place.

How laughable of the Vatican to claim My curse lives on while I myself am dead.

Re: Who are you supposed to be, mister?

Re: This guy is doing an Immortal King RP. But it actually sounds like the Immortal King’s perspective so it’s hilarious rofl

Re: How did he even take a picture inside a fridge?

Re: If the Immortal King actually had the power to cast curses, he’d have resurrected himself first lolol

There were posts roughly like that too. Even if the curse were real, restoring trust would take a long time.

The fallout from the Immortal King incident far exceeded his expectations.

Not that he intended to cause all this in the first place, though.

’Well, it doesn’t matter much to me anyway.’

Right now, he just needed to spend the winter in front of a cozy fireplace.

Eating meals every now and then. He checked the time and stepped outside.

Time to fetch food from the storehouse...

"Uok?!"

"..."

Just as he was about to step outside, he ran right into a thief.

A white gorilla tiptoeing along with an armful of sweet potatoes cradled against his chest.

Having not expected Grylls to come out, the gorilla froze with his eyes wide open.

"...Sigh."

Sure. Eat up.

He waved his hand as if to say ’do whatever you want.’

At that, Lackey cautiously checked his reaction, then dashed frantically toward the brick house.

—Uho! Uhoho!

—Kkueong!

Cheers rang out from inside the brick house. Were they really that delicious?

He smirked and raised his head.

’The sky looks gloomy.’

Looks like it’ll snow soon.

A day had passed since Hans entered the Vatican as a representative.

Whether the inspection results were taking quite long, the Vatican remained completely silent.

Anxious over this, Hans’s family inquired with the Vatican, but the answer they received was identical.

["We are still performing the inspection, so please wait."]

In the end, his family had no choice but to return empty-handed.

Seeing this, citizens of Eldorado said they should protest again, but some suggested waiting to see.

Because even after thirty years, remnants of the Immortal King still lingered everywhere.

In particular, undead still ran rampant in the Balkan Kingdom.

Ranging from ordinary ghouls and skeletons to Death Knights and Liches.

Even the royal palace was filled to the brim with wraiths, remaining an uncleared zone to this day.

"What the hell are these bastards doing? How long does uncursing someone even take?"

When a full day passed with zero progress, Reyna vented her frustration.

This was true not only for Reyna but for Asella as well. She nodded.

Lifting a curse should take a single day at most, even in a prolonged case.

Furthermore, it was the Pope. The Pope’s divine power was reputed to be as formidable as the Hero’s.

Yet the fact that there was radio silence... meant something was fishy.

There was a saying that no news was good news, but in a situation like this, that wasn’t the case at all.

"...I have to go."

"Will you be okay going alone?"

As Asella stood up from her seat, Reyna asked with a worried expression.

Since Reyna had no confidence in stealth, sending Asella alone was the wise choice.You are reading on NovelPing, the official source.

But it was the Vatican of all places. Heavy security would surely be in place.

"It’s fine. I know the entire layout of the Vatican. The blind spots as well."

"Blind spots? How do you know about those?"

"I found out while wandering around when I was young."

Asella had grown up in the Vatican since childhood because she was chosen as the Hero.

Although she gained the stigma of a traitor due to the prophecy, that didn’t matter anymore.

Thus, Reyna had no choice but to let her go quietly. Going together in this situation would only be a hindrance.

"Still, be careful. And... hold back no matter what."

"..."

"Even if you get angry, endure it. If you escalate things there, it only benefits their side."

At Reyna’s practical advice, Asella nodded heavily.

She didn’t know what was inside, but bracing herself was essential.

"I’ll head to the interrogation room first."

"Alright."

Saying so, Asella pulled her hood down deep.

Next, rather than the Vatican’s main gate, she headed toward the outer wall where security was relatively light.

The height of the wall easily exceeded 5 meters, but for Asella, it was a piece of cake.

Tadat! Tat!

Kicking off the wall as if defying gravity, Asella leaped upward.

Clearing the wall with body movements as light as a bird, she immediately concealed herself.

’It’s almost time for the guard shift change. I have to aim for that window.’

Thanks to her brilliant mind, she knew the Vatican guard schedules inside out.

Asella circled around the Vatican perimeter while evading eyes until she found an opening.

’The interrogation room is in the basement. There’s only one official entrance, but...’

There was another entrance. A ventilation duct installed for ventilating the interrogation room.

Asella looked around, then pried open the ventilation duct entrance.

An ordinary person’s strength wouldn’t budge it, but she was the Hero.

Something like this was effortless. Of course, she didn’t forget to block the opening again so no one would notice.

Kkiik-

Crawling through the ventilation duct, she reached the structural framework supporting the basement.

Asella stood atop the framework and looked down below.

Most of the illumination in the interrogation room relied on torches.

Thus, the upper area was pitch-black, so she wouldn’t easily be spotted.

’Just like eonni said, these people won’t expect me to be here.’

Furthermore, as the Central Plains proverb goes—it is darkest under the lamp—they wouldn’t have a clue that Asella came here.

Infiltrating the capital while actively being hunted by pursuers? It would seem impossible to them.

Asella caught her breath and navigated across the framework to find Hans.

She felt almost like a thief. It was also a moment where her innate sense of balance shone brightly.

Before long, she searched through the desolate interrogation rooms for Hans.

-$%$%#!

The interrogation wing was vast. But there was one spot that was exceptionally noisy.

Asella intuitively realized Hans was there and moved silently.

’Because it’s a closed room, I can’t see inside from above.’

In the end, she had no choice but to land quietly on top of the interrogation room’s ceiling.

Ideally, she wanted to sneak inside, but paladins were standing guard.

Even so, it wasn’t like there were no options at all. She quietly scattered her mana.

She seeped mana throughout the interrogation room and predicted movements through that mana.

It was one of the skills Ludwig had taught her. A technique bordering on pure talent, much like the Aura Blade.

Enveloping the entire interrogation room in mana, Asella quietly pressed her ear against the surface.

Though movements could be predicted, when it came to sound, pressing an ear was the only way.

—I-I can never say that. Why on earth should I?!

—Look here, fruit fellow. If you just obediently admit it, everyone will be happy. Say you were a minion of the Immortal King, and that we resolved it.

...What in the world is this?

At the thoroughly shocking content of the conversation, Asella blinked her eyes.

But the conversation didn’t end there. Hans’s furious thunder roared out.

—D-Do you really think the Goddess will forgive you for this?! You bastards were the true Demon Kings! You were the ones who created the Demon King!!

—Tsk, tsk. The Immortal King sure is stubborn. To think he took a guy like this as a minion.

The man presumed to be an inquisitor smirked, then spoke to someone.

—Hey. Start again.

—Yes, sir.

—Let go of me...! Bureureureuk...!

Asella felt the blood in her entire body turn ice-cold.

What kind of atrocity was taking place inside that interrogation room right now.

And what terrible plight the kind, hearty Ahjussi Hans was being subjected to.

At this moment, she deeply resented the talent bestowed upon her by the heavens.

’Ah...’

Eldorado, the holy sanctuary and pride built directly by Goddess Aris.

’How... How could...’

The Demon King was right here.