Chapter 8 - EPISODE 8 – DUNGEON BOOK (2) (1/2)
If last chapter I got stuck with martial arts terms, this time it was baseball. I’ve also made some changes to the previous episodes:
Norfolk came from baseball player, Yoon Suk-min’s nickname, “Norfolk Wars”, when all in one year, he tried to make it big in the US but got transferred to the minor league team, Norfolk Tides, because of his poor performance and thus ended up going home. The wars in the nickname came from his “war” with another baseball player, Yang Hyeon-jong, whose success or failure was inversely proportional to Yoon every baseball season. In 2014, when Yoon was fighting a losing war in Norfolk, Yang was winning the war and making records.
So if Yellow Storm is called as Norfolk, it meant she is like Yoon and is losing the war (server rankings) against Outboxer009.
In the afternoon two days later.
Cordelia, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a big skirt, went out of Count Chase’s mansion with Dahlia.
Ttak-ak-ttak-ak.
The sounds of the horse pulling the carriage and of the rolling carriage wheel could be heard. And as if to match it, Dahlia hummed.
It seemed that it was Dahlia, not Cordelia, who was going on a date.
‘No, it’s not a date. It’s not a date.’
It was just a business meeting.
It was just a business meeting.
Because it is important, Cordelia, who repeated it twice, turned away from Dahlia’s high tension and looked out of the window.
The site of the temple of Varuna was located in the outskirts of the border town, but there were many people and buildings.
Varuna’s temple was built not only in the Sälen kingdom, but also anywhere on the continent – to be exact, it was erected where there was a large floating population, and the reason was simple.
To hide the tree, hide it in the forest.
The best way to hide a secret was to make people not interested in the secret itself.
If there were many visitors, those who visited the temple of Varuna could easily conceal themselves.
“Miss, we’re almost there. You can meet him now.”
“Yes, yes…”
Cordelia, with a forced smile, hoped the carriage would arrive quickly.
Rather than wanting to meet Jude, I wanted to escape from this awkward space and the excited gaze of Dahlia.
“We’re here.”
And finally, the carriage stopped.
The heavy voice of the coachman relieved Cordelia, who let out a breath of relief, and Dahlia continued her own misunderstanding this time again.
‘You are nervous. How cute.’
It was Cordelia who could tell what Dahlia was thinking just by looking at her sparkling eyes, but she tried to turn away this time. It wasn’t something I could deal with right now.
“Anyway…let’s go!”
“Yes, miss!”
Cordelia got off the carriage with Dahlia and looked around. Perhaps because it was afternoon, so the believers of Varuna stood out all over the place.
But it was then.
“Hello! Is sister called Cordelia Chase?
A child squatting in the corner of the temple rushed to ask.
He was a little boy around 5 to 6 years old and held a small folded note in his hand.
“What’s going on?”
Although her strange appearance was only seen lately, Dahlia was ostensibly an escort knight of Count Chase.
After reflexively blocking the child’s access, she asked with a low voice, and the frightened child replied hesitantly.
“Thi-this! A very handsome brother told me to deliver this!”
It was the note the child was holding.
It was a very suspicious item, but Dahlia’s face loosened at that moment. Because the name of Jude was written on the outside of the note.
“Miss.”
“Yes.”
When Cordelia gave her permission, Dahlia took the note from the child.
“Then I’ll go. I’m sure I told you!”
Perhaps because he was scared of Dahlia, the child ran out of the temple as soon as he gave the note.
But Cordelia and Dahlia had long lost interest in the child.
“Come on and open it. Hurry.”
“Ye-yes.”
At Dahlia’s prompting, I opened the note, and the content was simple.
See you in the confession room.
Confession Room.
It is one of the reasons why the cult of the god of secrets, Varuna, is enjoying popularity.
In Varuna’s temple, there was a confession room where you could confide and keep any secrets.
Varuna didn’t perform any miracles for those who told secrets, but the fact that there was a place to confide secrets to those who lived under the weight of secrecy was bound to be comforting.
“Oh my, is this a love affair in the confession room? Fufu, how cute.”
At that moment, Cordelia was worried that Dahlia’s brain had gone haywire, because she kept relating all of Cordelia’s actions to a maiden in love, but she couldn’t protest against it.
“Anyway, let’s go.”
“Yes, miss.”
In the temple of Varuna, I had memories that I had visited here several times previously before my memories as Yellow Storm awakened.
As Cordelia moved to the eastern section of the temple where the confession room was located, a middle-aged priest, who appeared to be in charge of the confession room, approached and guided the way.
“He is inside.”
He didn’t tell who, but it was obvious who was there.
The priest retired with a smile, and Dahlia stopped at the door and smiled brightly.
“I’ll stay here.”
And a wink.
It was Dahlia’s helpful consideration, but I feel like I’m falling into a quagmire.
“…I’ll be back.”
“Yes, miss. Good luck.”
“Ye-yes.”
After responding awkwardly, Cordelia entered the confession room as if she was running away.
And it was at that moment.
“Yo, long time no see.”
In the confession room, where a small desk and two chairs were placed, there was Jude was waiting as expected.
This side suffered from all kinds of misunderstandings, but the face on the other side seemed to be well fed and well-off.
“Haa, I’d rather die than suffer.”
“Yellow Storm?”
Instead of answering, Cordelia asked Jude.
“How did you borrow this place?”
“Ha?”
“The temple’s confession room. Have you caught the priest’s weakness?”
Outboxer009 was someone who knew the inner workings of the big and even the small NPCs in the streets.
The priest seemed to have quite a weakness, given that he had come all the way to meet her.
At Cordelia’s question, Jude blinked once and soon laughed lightly.
“What is the weakness…it’s money.”
“Money?”
“Yes, money. He lent it to me because I gave him money.”
Why would he threaten him with weakness?
I have money.
“You seem to forget, but I’m the son of a Count.”