Chapter 54

Game Category [Post][Casual Chat]

Title: But about Derek though…

Hey Saviors, today’s post isn’t a strategy guide—it’s a fun little TMI drop.

We all know Derek’s officially listed as a former hero of the Order…

(excerpted)

According to the lore, holy knights are the type to either already have a nasty temper, be on the verge of getting one, or inevitably become that way from dealing with supernatural crap and monsters.

I bet a bunch of you have horror stories about jerk NPC knights too (lololol).

So here’s the question.

Our fragile jellyfish! The zero self-esteem Derek—did he used to be a hothead too?

Answer: It’s in the April Fools’ cinematic video!

(video)

Fast forward to 3 minutes 20 seconds. Pay attention to the voice and line that flashes by.

Hear the outburst?

He’s chewing out a subordinate for making a mistake, and the tone is brutal…

And yeah, that’s Derek, lol.

The devs are such twisted freaks. They dropped that on April Fools?!

Enjoy, y’all!

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Comments

👤 Savior 1
Wow… thought I was back in the military, PTSD triggered…
└ Savior 2: My boss did that to me…
└ Savior 3: For me, it was our damn vice principal (I’m a teacher btw)

👤 Savior 4
Holy crap… did his whole personality just change? How did he end up needing Dr. Oh Eun-young…?

└ Savior 1: Shhh, it’s the cult’s fault.

└ Savior 2: Nah, it’s the evil god, idiot.

👤 Savior 5
His voice is so sexy tho…

‘I definitely wrote a post like that at some point…’

It hit me like I’d just stumbled across something I’d totally forgotten about.

Never thought I’d see it for myself.

Let alone this soon?

In the game, “Low Self-Esteem” is such a pain of a status effect that it takes ages to get results from a Guardian like him.

But things weren’t looking easy.

Dad’s fierce reaction had frozen the holy knights in place.

Some looked offended, but even those were stiff as boards, unable to move.

‘Well, yeah. They’re too low-level to go up against my dad.’

Only the representative-type knight who’d stepped forward had flinched—just a little.

Then his face turned beet red with rage.

“Wh-what did you just say?!”

Looks like he was embarrassed for getting scared of Dad, huh?

‘Yup. Definitely got an inferiority complex.’

“How dare you insult us—holy knights of the Black Order—who serve under the cardinal’s direct command?!”

For all their flaws, a Pope candidate was still the Order and the world’s only hope.

Even in a rotting Order, with all its factions and politics, they were very careful to avoid internal conflict that could cause bloodshed.

‘Not that it stops them from endangering their own candidates out of sheer hypocrisy.’

So this guy’s either super impulsive… or something in his brain just snapped.

“Y-you think my words are a joke?!”

Whoosh!

Even as his hand flew toward me, I was calmly thinking:

Naturally…

Smack!

The rude hand was caught by Dad.

Catching it was fine, but then…

Crunch!

The sound was bloodcurdling. That was definitely a bone breaking…

‘Wait, what?!’

“What… did he just do?”

“Kh… aaaaagh!”

Dad had him in a tight grip, not that you’d notice at first glance.

But the knight couldn’t hold back—forgot that self-control was supposed to be a knightly virtue—and screamed.

‘Ooh…’

“Did I hear you say ‘how dare’?” Dad asked coolly.

“Ah, urgh, and yet you still—!”

“You dared to raise a hand against a Pope candidate?”

“I-I didn’t mean to—!”

Dad didn’t give him a chance to explain.

“My daughter?”

It was kind of moving. But I rolled my eyes slightly.

‘Uhm, Dad…? I love that you’re angry for me, but this is a bit much…’

This could get him into trouble.

And of course.

Forget the outrage on the Black Order knights’ faces—the biggest problem was…

‘Dad’s eyes…’

His eyes had started to change color.

I reached up quickly and cupped his cheek.

“…”

“Daaaddy!”

Knew it!

‘He’s about to go berserk!’

The other knights hadn’t noticed yet. I quickly sat up and pulled his face toward mine with both hands.

Slap!

“You see Nemesia, right?”

“…”

“You see me!”

I saw the focus waver in his eyes and swallowed nervously.

“…Yeah.”

For a second that felt like eternity, the clarity returned to his gaze.

I let out a breath of relief.

‘He’s not showing that side of himself to these rabid bastards. No way.’

The knight caught in Dad’s grip had gone completely pale, the pain clearly unbearable.

‘With Dad’s strength stat, his bones might’ve been crushed.’

But that expression wasn’t just because of the pain.

‘He’s scared of what’s coming next.’

Holy knights fought monsters and fanatics—having an arm broken was nothing.

They had clerics who could heal them instantly.

Even gut wounds were common. There’s a reason they’re called the final bulwark of the world—or zombies.

But to use such force against a Pope candidate?

That’s a major crime.

‘Whoever sent this idiot as the lead—thank you kindly.’

He handed me the perfect excuse.

“Daddy, let go…”

I pointed at the knight hesitantly.

My voice was quiet, but everyone heard it.

“Let go, mkay?”

Dad loosened his grip.

The knight stumbled backward, nearly falling, but I didn’t even spare him a glance.

“…I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Dad looked a little gloomy as he turned to me.

“Even if I had to do it again, I’d do worse.”

“Mmhm… You did good.”

I beamed at him.

“You were so cool, Daddy. I really think you’re the best.”

“…”

I played the shy little girl act since there were people watching, but I made sure Dad heard me loud and clear.

A faint blush spread on his cheeks.

“Ha! Are you insane? I’ll remember this!”

What was it they say? The guiltier someone is, the louder they shout?

The knight’s pupils were dilated as he shouted like a man possessed.

“You threatened a Pope candidate. There’s no way you’re getting off lightly.”

“Oh really?”

The knight waved his good hand, and his waiting men tightened their formation.

“Any witnesses?”

Hmph. What a moron. Terrible move.

It’s a common thing in games—NPCs who underestimate the protagonist just because they’re a kid and try to do whatever they want.

This guy clearly has a grudge against Dad and probably comes from a family line of knights.

‘He’s banking on the fact that Dad’s currently an exiled hero—he assumes no one will listen to him.’

‘This bastard… he’s got a rotten core.’

I grinned inwardly.

You picked the worst target, buddy. Teaching people like you a lesson is my specialty.

“Come with us. Or what—planning to resist?”

The knight sneered, smugness returning to his expression.

“Defying the Cardinal’s orders? That’s exile.”

“…”

Dad’s eyes darkened.

I quickly grabbed his sleeve.

‘Dad, he’s bluffing. He’s scared. You don’t have to push it!’

He was putting up a front, but his fear was showing.

That wasn’t the main issue though.

They mentioned it earlier, but the real bombshell was who gave the order.

‘Usher, you bastard. You pulled the Cardinal into this now?’

I had to admit—it was a bold move, dragging the highest authority into this.

Fine. If that’s how you want to play it.

“Daddy.”

We didn’t have a choice.

If Dad refused and things escalated, both sides would get punished.

But that would hurt us more.

Dad couldn’t afford to be penalized right now.

‘Because he’s a Corrupted Holy Knight.’

If a corrupted knight gets punished, they’re disqualified from being a Guardian.

And I can’t change Guardians. I won’t!

It’s fine. This isn’t my first rodeo.

“…It’s okay. Just go.”

I looked up at him, clinging to his sleeve like I didn’t want to let go.

Dad’s face hardened.

“…”

He bit his lip until it turned pale.

“It’s because I’m not enough… No, that’s not it.”

He adjusted how he held me.

A soft light surrounded just the two of us—it was divine power. Familiar.

He used a barrier to block sound, then said:

“Nemesia… you warned me this might happen, but I…”

“It’s okay.”

I gave a small nod.

“Daddy, am I cwazy?”

Dad’s face stayed hard, but he nodded slowly.

“Good. I’m okay. We can’t get mad here.”

If we did, that’s exactly what they want. And I already knew their intent.

‘Which means… we can set our own trap too, right?’

“We even got stuff ready for times like this, right?”

Dad lowered his head a little.

His sunken eyes were full of anxiety.

“…I’ll be back by tonight.”

“Mm! I’ll stay in the room and not come out. Pinky pwomise.”

“…Okay.”

He let out a small sigh.

“…Just for today—I’ll send someone in my place.”

“…Gasp! Daddy!”

I was totally shocked.

“…You… you have a friend?!”

And immediately regretted it.

Crap. That wasn’t in the lore…!

Dad visibly deflated.

“…Yeah. Trash like me would only have that kinda friend…”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant…!”

Sorry, Father!!

But seriously—who the heck is your friend?!
 

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Translator: Japchae