Chapter 89

The Game Difficulty
 Is Insane

Two days after leaving Avenue Fortress.

As the sun set and the temperature dropped, Glen stopped by a small village along the road, tied up his horse, and rented a room at an inn.

The condition of the room wasn’t very good, but it was far better than camping outside in this cold weather.

Click—

After sending Romina to the room next door, Glen sat at the desk and took out paper and a quill pen from his inventory.

Then he wrote down the growth plan he had been thinking about while traveling.

Scratch, scratch—

The quill pen, dipped in black ink, danced smoothly across the paper.

Dealing with Penelope and the demon legion’s main force was important, but since he had been given a week, he needed to reorganize his personal growth plan as well.

‘I really did neglect this while worrying about the incoming demon vanguard.’

Glen first opened his status window and checked his stats.

《Glen Wordsworth》

《Race》 : Human / 17 years old

《Stats》

§ Strength : 40 Agility : 45
 § Stamina : 45 Charm : 30
 § Holy Power : 55 Demonic Power : 33

《Unique Latent Abilities》

§ Demonic Power User
 § Favor of Blades
 § Knight Without Rings
 § Survivor’s Will

The last time he checked had been half a month ago, and compared to then, his overall stats had increased significantly.

In particular, his demonic power was approaching 36, the requirement for the third ring.

Unlike holy power, whose growth had slowed, demonic power had been increasing at an incredible speed ever since meeting Romina.

‘At this rate, I’ll be able to form the third demonic ring in just a few more days.’

If that happened, Glen would be able to operate a total of seven rings when using the Gray Ring.

‘Seven-star, huh…’

Based on the original story, the seventh stage was considered the first major wall in a character’s growth.

Even that rotten Sacred Saint Knight had to invest a considerable amount of time to reach seven stars.

And precisely because it was so hard to break through, a 7-star showed an overwhelming level of power that couldn’t even be compared to a 6-star.

Considering the people and monsters Glen had faced so far, that was easy to understand.

But once he formed the third demonic ring, Glen would be able to wield that powerful 7-star strength, even if only for a brief moment.

That alone was incredibly good news.

‘If there’s another noticeable change after demonic power… it’s definitely charm.’

His charm, which had once been −20, now stood at the impressive number of 30.

At this level, charm could finally start functioning as a proper stat.

For reference, charm was closely related to initiative in conversations, negotiations, and the success rate of trades.

Even if two players under the same conditions proposed the same deal, the one with higher charm could secure slightly greater benefits.

There were also many other minor advantages, but in the current situation, charm had no chance to shine.

‘Because it’s wartime.’

Still, steadily increasing charm would allow him to gain various additional benefits as the scenario progressed.

‘That should be enough for stats.’

He had thought there wouldn’t be much progress due to the preliminary battle against the demons.

But thanks to the continuous fighting, experience had steadily piled up, resulting in fairly satisfying gains.

Next were skills.

Simple enough.

The proficiency of the Gray Ring had increased.

《Skill “Gray Ring” proficiency has increased by 1. Current proficiency: 3/12》

As a result, its duration increased from 6 minutes to 7 minutes, and the penalty decreased from 11 hours to 10 hours.

The penalty was still overwhelmingly longer than the duration, but since Glen had been using it effectively, it was worth enduring.

Honestly, without the lunatic skill called the Gray Ring, Glen wouldn’t have made it this far.

That was why he planned to keep increasing its proficiency, even while shouldering that penalty.

Scratch—

The quill pen that had been moving busily across the paper suddenly stopped.

Glen tilted his head.

‘Wait. Isn’t it about time Einheria gained its second ability?’

Glen took Einheria out of his inventory and checked its information window.

《Einheria》

《Grade》 : Legendary
《Type》 : Long Sword

《Option》

: “Soul Dwelling in the Sword” – This sword absorbs half of the experience gained by its user to grow, and gains additional abilities through a total of five stages of evolution.

As stated in the info window, Einheria had been consistently absorbing half of the experience Glen earned ever since he received it from the blacksmith Gotrel.

Considering the number and strength of enemies Glen had cut down since then, it should have accumulated quite a bit of experience.

‘But there’s been no reaction.’

That silence meant Einheria hadn’t gathered enough experience to enter its second stage yet.

‘That’s a shame. If I get Einheria’s second ability, I’ll be much stronger than before.’

Still, judging by the amount of experience it had already absorbed, the next stage didn’t seem that far away.

“Hoo…”

Placing the quill pen on the desk, Glen stretched his arms.

Whether it was stats or skill proficiency, considering that he’d been fighting the demon vanguard nonstop, the results were decent.

It was a bit disappointing that he hadn’t obtained the third demonic ring or Einheria’s second ability yet, but Glen still had time.

‘Five more days.’

He would catch both rabbits within that time.

The next day.

After leaving the village early in the morning and riding hard, Glen arrived at the Wordsworth estate in the late afternoon.

The estate he returned to after a month didn’t look much different from before.

“This is your home?”

Romina looked up at the Wordsworth estate with exaggerated surprise.

“Why. Is it big?”

“Yeah. Not as big as the castle I used to live in, but this place is still pretty large.”

“You should compare things properly.”

Comparing the home of a declining noble family to the castle of the Demon King didn’t make any sense.

‘Or maybe she’s just teasing me.’

Shrugging, Glen and Romina passed through the front gate of the estate.

That was when—

“…Ren!”

Along with a familiar gentle voice, a woman with the same hair color as his came running out from inside the estate.

Glen’s eyes twisted in shock.

“Huh? D-Don’t tell me…”

“Gleeen!!”

The woman running toward him was none other than his only sister, Triss Wordsworth.

“It’s been so long, Glen!”

Charging at full speed, Triss tightly hugged her younger brother.

“S-Sister?!”

‘Why is my sister here?’

He was flustered.

After all, Triss should have been busy traveling around the lands of the vassals serving Wordsworth at this time.

“I really missed you. Have you been well? How’s your body? Are you hurt anywhere?!”

“W-Wait a second, Sister!”

Pushing through her barrage of questions, Glen quickly stepped back.

“More importantly, why are you here? There should’ve been something I asked you to do in my letter.”

“Ah…”

Triss suddenly lowered her eyes.

The bright expression she had while hugging him disappeared.

“Well… why don’t we go inside first? I think this is going to be a long story.”

Seeing Triss answer cautiously, Glen tilted his head.

But from the not-so-bright atmosphere surrounding her, he realized that something had gone wrong.

Glen immediately went to the estate’s reception room and sat down with Triss.

Soon, Triss began speaking.

“Where should I start… After we parted, I went straight to Baron Philenbad’s territory.”

“And you interacted with Baron Philenbad as planned.”

“Yes. Everything went well. He didn’t make a big deal out of Edgar’s matter and even promised full support for the Holy War.”

Glen had worried that Triss might be toyed with by the sly Baron Philenbad, but it seemed she had fastened the first button properly.

“Then that evening, I read the letter you sent from Avenue.”

The letter sent to Triss.

It was probably the one Glen had sent right after encountering the demon guerrilla unit at Ronian Monastery.

“At first, I was shocked. The demon assault, which we thought we still had time for, was suddenly moved up to just two weeks.”

“I felt the same way.”

The reader had been shocked enough—how much worse must it have been for the one directly involved?

“My mind went blank, and I didn’t know what to do. Then I read what you wrote at the bottom of the letter.”

From then on, Triss moved exactly as Glen had instructed in the letter.

She traveled through the vassals’ territories as originally planned, urging them to prepare for war.

Whenever she had time, she visited monasteries in the territory and performed the exorcisms Glen had taught her, eliminating the wraiths.

“At first, I was scared. The fact that I had to defeat wraiths normally handled by 7-star priests…”

“I understand.”

To be honest, seeing monastery wraiths in person was not a pleasant experience at all.

“But after succeeding once, I gained confidence. By the time I dealt with the second wraith, I didn’t hesitate anymore.”

In that way, Triss perfectly performed exorcisms through the second territory and even the third.

She defeated a total of three wraiths.

“And finally, I did it.”

Pointing to her chest, Triss smiled faintly.

Glen focused his gaze.

Soon, dense holy power could be felt near Triss’s heart.

By defeating the monastery wraiths, Triss had finally formed her sixth holy ring.

“Oh, congratulations, Sister! That makes you 6-star now!”

“No. It’s all thanks to you, Glen. If you hadn’t told me that method, I wouldn’t have formed the sixth ring even by the end of this year. Thank you so much.”

As she spoke, Triss looked at Glen with moist eyes.

It seemed that being stuck at 5-star for so long had been quite stressful for her.

After briefly congratulating her achievement, the conversation returned to the main issue.

Her success was certainly good news, but the reason they were sitting here was still the same.

“Then what happened after that?”

“Everything was going well, just like you planned. I succeeded in persuading three families—Philenbad, Horace, and Belcanto.”

Then Triss tightly wrapped both hands around her teacup.

“That’s when the summons order came down.”

“…What? A summons… order?”

“Yes. By the family head’s command, all the heads of the families serving Wordsworth were ordered to gather here.”

“Hah…”

What in the world was that supposed to mean?

She had finally persuaded the vassals to hurry their war preparations—

‘Is he out of his mind?’

The summons order itself wasn’t necessarily a problem.

Before a Holy War, it was perfectly normal for a great lord and his vassals to gather for a meeting.

But that was only when they were the ones initiating the attack against the demons.

“The demon vanguard has already crossed the border and is attacking Avenue, and he issues a summons order?”

Just traveling back and forth would take at least four days, or up to a full week.

Calling in all the family heads who held decision-making authority at such a critical time made no sense at all.

That was when—

“Do you have a problem with my decision?”

At the heavy voice, both Glen and Triss turned their heads.

“Go on. Say it.”

There stood the family head of the Wordsworth family.

Henry Wordsworth.

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