Uh, he is out.

Bratt.

Bratt Lloyd walked out of Gurgars tent.

Irene and his party, who were waiting for him, gathered at the same time.

And obviously, this also included Judith.

Out of the entire group, she had always been the one who was the most superstitious, so she couldnt help it now.

It was because the charisma displayed by the orc fortune teller Gurgar exceeded her expectations.

Not because he came back from the dead, but because he was strong enough to drive away a master with just his words!

That was something even a sorcerer wouldnt be able to do.

Judiths heart swelled at the thought of meeting Gurgar.

To the extent that she was feeling regretful for not coming here sooner.

But even with those feelings, she couldnt speak to Bratt.

Nearly 10 days had passed, and they hadnt solved the issue between themselves.

How was it, Bratt?

Fortunately, Ilya asked the question.

And everyone focused on Bratt as he responded with a serious expression.

It was great.

Really? Super great?

Different from Kuvar?

Different. Definitely different.

No, you guys. No matter how great, you can say that in front of me

However, Kuvars a quack.

Sigh

Not listening to Kuvar, Irene and Ilya asked a few more questions.

It was all about divination, but Bratt shook his head and said.

Im not supposed to tell anyone else the contents of the conversation. The efficacy would be lost.

What bullshit is that?

Judith frowned.

This was her first time hearing this stuff.

And even more ridiculous was that Bratt was the one saying it.

How could a guy, who never believed in this stuff come out of that tent with such an attitude?

On the other hand, her anticipation grew even greater. If this is right, then Gurgar is really amazing.

Judith, come in.

Oh! Ah, yes.

She had been called.

Judith exclaimed as she solely moved.

It was the moment when she walked into the tent feeling a bit embarrassed for some reason to greet Gurgar.

Interested in love?

Huh?

I asked if you were interested in love.

Judith was at a loss for words.

The reason she walked to Durkali was to face brave warriors and to find out the direction of her growth.

Of course, for her, the growth meant growth in wielding the sword.

Gurgar didnt seem to know that either.

Despite coming back from the dead, it didnt seem like Gurgar was the best fortune teller on the continent after all.

No, he must have gotten stronger after dying.

Thinking like that, she thought that maybe the old orc was making fun of her.

Just before coming here, something annoying had happened, so Judith wasnt in her right mind.

Please dont joke around, do it right.

Judith, what do you mean? I am being sincere right now.

No, now ha, fine. What I am looking for is some advice on swords. How can I become stronger, how can I turn into a Sword Master or even stronger? Please tell me.

I dont plan on saying it.

Judiths expression changed.

Her skin was turning as red as her hair in anger and a soft sound of something grinding in her mouth. She was on the verge of exploding.

It was the moment when she, who tried to calm herself, was about to say something.

Gurgar, who was smiling, said.

Well, you have no intention of listening to what I say, right?

Huh?

Its not just me. Up until now, many experts with better skills than you have given you advice, but you probably never listened to them. You have no intention of changing your mind. How can I give swordsmanship advice to such a stubborn person? Besides, I am not a swordsman.

Am I wrong?

Judith, desperate to say something, went silent with a look of discomfort.

She hated admitting it, but Gurgar was right.

So far, she had received advice from many people and had ignored all of it.

It wasnt just swordsmanship.

When talking about forms and battles with Bratt and Irene, she consulted them for advice here and there, but Judith stubbornly didnt change any aspect of her sword training.

She strongly objected to the swords of Jet Frost, the 101^st^ swordsman, and the reason why she left the school and came out to travel was because she wanted to prove to Ian that he was wrong.

Of course, that wasnt easy.

Damn it, how!

Judith was furious.

She knew she was stubborn.

She tried her best to change her thinking and accept other people's opinions, but it wasn't that easy for her.

Maybe it was her birth, or the area she grew up in; Judith just couldn't change.

However, when Gurgar confirmed that fact to her, it felt as if she was being told, 'This is your limit.'

But

Stubbornness isnt bad.

Gurgars next words, however, were positive.

To that, she replied with a confused voice.

Huh?

I said it isnt bad. First of all, you are special. Everyone likes to win and hates to lose, but after doing that several times, people tend to be satisfied at a certain level. Its painful. No matter how much you hit or konock, if you challenge a wall that cant be penetrated, then it would be your body and mind that starts to tear. People around you will discourage you. They will ask you to calm down and find another way, or maybe ask you to go back a little.

But you cant do that, right?

yes.

Judith nodded slowly.

Gurgar smiled.

You are the one who understands yourself the best and thinks the most for yourself. If you know yourself better than anyone else, if you do not give up your stubbornness even after listening to some great advice there must be some kind of reason for that insistence.

Go your way. Set foot into Judiths way, a path which only Judith could walk, a level which only Judith would reach what do you think? I think I am pretty good?

Ah, of course, you shouldnt be narrow-minded.

Gurgar added that and reached for the table. He was drinking tea from somewhere that she had no idea where it came from.

Could ghosts feel heat?

Was what she thought, but then it disappeared.

Judith didnt close her eyes, pondering over and over at the words.

How long had it passed?

She, who calmed her anger a lot, bowed her head to Gurgar.

Thank you.

huhu, did that help?

Yes. I dont know yet thank you though. I havent been able to figure it out in the last few months, but now I feel like Im getting the hang of it.

The red-haired woman bowed once more.

Gurgar smiled.

So did Judith. As if the burden on her heart had lifted a little, she looked at the fortune teller with a faint smile, and tried to leave.

But the session wasnt done.

The voice came.

So, you dont need love advice? Really?

Think carefully. I am the best on the continent. Before I died, there were human guests who came to see me from the south too. Oh, and the elves from the east also came. All of them brought thousands of gold, but I only spoke to those whom I liked.

And that great person is asking about your love life so?

Are you, are you really not interested in dating?

Asked Gurgar seriously.

He seemed to know something. Judith, who was silent, held the door.

And then little time passed.

Eventually, the red-haired went back to Gurgar.

And the fortune-teller smiled, and he said.

Thank god. This is actually my speciality.

It had been quite some time since Irenes party came here.

Meanwhile, after Bratt and Judith were done, Ilya went inside.

Irene, ended up having the last turn and waited with thumping hands.

In a little while, he might find out about the secret of his dreams.

Even if the entire thing couldnt be figured out, he could get a clue!

It was normal for him to focus so much on the tent.

And he noticed how the atmosphere between the two friends who came out was strange.

What is this?

He felt it a few times in Eisenmarkt.

Without a word, they sat quietly

Why was it weird as he kept looking at the two?

Irene spoke to Kuvar, who was thinking.

However, he didnt get any satisfactory answer.

If you look like that, you will live the rest of your life just like that.

Huh?

Ah, it is your turn. Go in.

Uh? Ah

Kuvar was pushing him away.

Irene wanted to talk more about what he had just said, but as Ilya had come out of the tent, he had no choice but to go in.

He asked.

Are you fine?

I dont know. I think I need a little more time.

Hmm.

Still, it isnt like I havent gained anything.

Ah, this

When I have frustrating times, I was asked to open up.

Seeing the paper in Ilyas hand, Irene nodded his head.

In the past, he received something similar from Kuvar. It was a small fortune slip, with advice written on it.

Its not a calm face

Irene looked at Ilyas expression.

Bratt and Judith, apart from the strange air around them, it was obvious that they had gained something.

But not Ilya. She still had that dark look, like she was trapped in darkness.

He looked at Ilya with a frustrated heart.

Hm?

However, he noticed something strange.

Not just darkness.

She didnt have a bright expression, but Ilyas eyes seemed different from before.

And it was weird.

As soon as he sensed that it was similar to what he felt from Bratt and Judith, Irene realized that he had been staring at Ilya for too long.

S-sorry.

For what?

I was staring at you for too long.

Its fine.

Uh, then Ill go in.

Ilya stared at Irene, who walked in waving his hand.

The young blonde didn't realize, but she, too was staring at him for a long time.

With an ambiguous expression, Irene entered the tent.

Gurgar looked at him with a serious look.

Clear and deep eyes.

Just as he thought that this was how Ian would look at him, the fortune teller opened his mouth.

Say it out loud for me. I can interpret your dreams.

!

Actually, it is a past life. The man in the dream you are so curious about is form a long time ago.

Irenes heart began to beat faster.

It was different from when he heard it from Lulu.

Unlike then, there was confidence in Gurgars voice. And the orc said he could interpret it.

With his burning heart, he opened his mouth to say something.

However, the fortune teller was faster.

He raised his hand and stopped Irene as he said.

You cant look into a past life easily. You need to prepare, and you have to collect necessary material through Kuvar

Is that so?

But dont be too disappointed. And to make sure that you wont get bored while waiting for the right time, I have prepared a present for you. No, it isnt just a present for you, but for all four of you.

A present?

Irene asked with wide eyes.

For a fortune teller, giving past life advice was one thing, and giving them presents was another thing.

As he was wondering whether Gurgar looked into his heart just like a sorcerer, Gurgar spoke.

I will say it again. Thank you for bringing my disciple whom I didnt meet even before my death. I mean it.

A present for that. Ah, I might have to consult with Tarakan for this could you go out and wait for a bit?

With that, Gurgar closed his eyes.

Irene didnt say anything.

He wasn't aware till then; the body of the orc was more blurred than before.

Apparently, the time he had in the world was limited. Irene, who was too lost in thought till then, came out of the tent right away.

And then, Karakum and Tarakan were present.

As if they knew everything, they entered the tent.

Judith, Bratt, and Ilya came to ask Irene.

Present? What is it?

I dont kn

The four were thinking about what their present would be.

However, they couldnt think of anything. Being such a mysterious orc, there were so many which came to mind.

And their doubts were quickly resolved.

Then, see you later. My disciple, next time bring more alcohol than food.

Wheik!

Gurgar disappeared into the air, and Kuvar stood silently.

Tarakan stepped forward on the old orc's behalf.

And spoke in a low voice.

The present for you is the method of aura operation that has been passed down to high ranking warriors of Durkali.

!

Tarakan nodded as he looked at the faces of the four people who seemed too shocked.

"Right. The Five Spirits Divine technique."