Surviving the Game as a Barbarian Chapter 753 part 2

There was one way.

If he could just drop this heavy barbarian off the wagon, he might save himself.

They were chasing after Yandel, not him.

Then this wagon would safely reach the castle wall, and he would survive.

But…

‘I think I understand now.’

He hadn’t understood when he sensed death in the sanctuary either. He didn’t grasp what kind of feelings his wizard friend had when making such a decision at the last moment.

He could only guess, but could not understand it completely.

Now, however, he thought he understood a bit.

‘No matter how fearful…’

Just like the barbarians entering the labyrinth.

Just like the warriors who smile harder the more difficult it gets.

‘They must have been unable to escape.’

As the gentle breeze clears the fog, his head felt clearer.

Dwalki was not great.

He was just ordinary, like himself.

He feared death like an average person, and must have yearned for the remaining years of his life. He would have looked back on his past life to find many regrets and wrongdoings, wishing to run away and fix everything he had done wrong.

Yet he did not flee.

He did his utmost and, as a result, saved everyone.

‘Yes…’

After all, if it hadn’t been for him, this story would have ended long ago.

It’s laughable to even ponder it.

So…

“I’m sorry, but I must go alone from now on.”

He said his last farewell, which would not be heard by the unconscious man.

But perhaps he too was just an ordinary person?

With his last trace of longing, he pulled a pen from the [treasure chest].

And…

Suuuu, suuu.

He wrote words onto his thick palm.

Given the urgency of the situation, he couldn’t write a long message…

Yet even that was enough to resolve many lingering feelings.

In a way, the last words he left behind might have been his own greed, but…

‘This much greed should be permissible.’

Rothmiller gripped the dagger with the hand that had held the pen and leaped from the wagon. He swung the dagger towards the charging enemies and swung it again.

“What the hell, who is this guy?”

The hot blade tore through everything.

Creeeak, creak.

The sound of the squeaking wagon wheels gradually faded away.

Without needing to look back, he understood.

Creeeak, creak.

That wagon would continue onward correctly.

To where the towering castle walls were.

***

It felt like waking up from a deep slumber.

His body was sluggish, but his mind was clear.

It felt like he had a long dream while he was asleep, but he couldn’t remember what the dream was about.

“Where is this…?”

Where could he be?

Looking at the ceiling, it seemed like a barracks.

Suuuu.

He raised his upper body from the bed to check his surroundings.

There were no clues that could help him guess where he was.

Hmm, it seemed like the royal army’s barracks…

Why was he lying here?

“…Rothmiller.”

As he pondered, fragments of memories began to piece together from before he lost consciousness.

The thunder struck, and he blocked that thunder.

And when he finally regained consciousness, Rothmiller was beside him…

‘What the… what on earth happened?’

He was confused.

He needed information about his current situation.

Just as he was about to rise from the bed, a knight entered the barracks.

It was a familiar face.

“…Astarotta?”

The king’s knight, Astarotta Berun.

A temporary collaborator who had been taken to the ‘netherworld’ by the corpse collector and had gone missing with Raven.

“You’ve finally awakened.”

“Why am I here? Where’s Raven?”

“How about asking one question at a time?”

How chilly of him to be like that to someone who has just awakened.

“Where is Raven?”

“He’s in a safe place, so don’t worry. He’ll be back soon, having received the news.”

Huh… I see.

“Tell me. Where is this place, and why am I here?”

“First of all, this place is the Imperial Capital, Karrnon. The reason why you, a baron, are in a tent that a soldier would use is for security.”

“Security?”

“Once your location is known, another thunderbolt will fall again.”

“…What?”

“It seems that the Prime Minister is very agitated. If they confirm your location, they will keep firing thunderbolts.”

So, it was indeed the Marquis who was firing that.

It was indeed important information, but that was not what I had asked.

“Astarotta, what I want to know is not why I’m in a military tent, but what happened while I was unconscious.”

“Oh, is that so?”

With a naive expression, Astarotta began to recount everything that had happened until now.

In summary, it was simple.

The second thunderbolt had fallen, and Baron Wilkins, the commander of the 5th legion, had used the ancient magic set up in the city.

The ancient magic was a summoning spell that required a considerable casting time, and it had to be activated in a hurry, resulting in a ‘side effect.’

The side effect was that the summoning coordinates are designated randomly…

“So in the end, everyone there was randomly teleported across the entire city?”

“Isn’t that better than everyone dying?”

Well, that’s true…

“So I just happened to fall here, did I?”

“No way. The place you fell was in the middle of the enemy front, in Area 4. And the one who brought you unconscious to this Imperial Capital was another man.”

“Another man… are you talking about Rothmiller? Brown Rothmiller?”

“Probably.”

“What happened to Rothmiller?”

I anxiously inquired about his safety, and Astarotta spoke calmly as if it were nothing.

“He’s dead.”

“………What?”

“According to testimonies from the wall garrison, when the speed of the wagon slowed down, he jumped out and confronted the enemies.”

Oh…

“By the way, Ainar Pnellen, who helped you escape with him, seems to have been captured by the enemies and taken prisoner.”

Rothmiller is dead, and Ainar has been captured?

Too much information was flooding into his mind, making it hard to think clearly.

Seeing that, Astarotta chuckled softly.

“You look so fragile even though you seem tough. Get some fresh air until you can sort things out. Oh, and lastly…”

“…?”

“Palm.”

With those incomprehensible words, Astarotta left the barracks, and I sat blankly on the bed.

I then raised my arm, flipping my palm upward.

There was writing that looked hastily scribbled by someone, and as soon as I read it, realization hit me.

[Take good care of Miss Shabin. She’s a good woman.]

…This is not a dream.