My Lucky Encounter From The Game Turned Into Reality - M.L.E Chapter 64: Saint Candidate (Part 1)

Louis Fairmont, the son of the president of the Freeus Republic.

When the revolutionary army asked whether the Lucky Encounter he had acquired was real, Arcia and I also focused our attention on Lady Otis.

Lady Otis hesitated as if contemplating, then, whether as a response to the question of survival or the revolutionaries’ inquiry, she honestly expressed her thoughts.

“The appearance of the Lucky Encounter seemed plausible. However, upon a brief examination, the internal structure of the Lucky Encounter seemed more fragile than expected.”

Lady Otis’s accurate assessment raised Adrian’s guard against her.

Could there be a hidden path in the Lucky Encounter that I’m unaware of?

Surely, the core of the matter wouldn’t be compromised by her.

Thanks to this, Arcia’s suggestion to kill Lady Otis the other day lingered in my mind.

“The possibility of it being real is quite high, but it’s not certain. In that case, the commander’s speculation that it might be a fake Lucky Encounter created by the real possessor could be accurate.”

However, the issue isn’t only Lady Otis.

The revolutionaries, who seemed somewhat mediocre, also seem to make fairly accurate deductions.

“Should I kill them all?”

I seriously contemplated this, listening to those urging to speed up the process without knowing if the actual person who acquired the Lucky Encounter was present.

However, I quickly dismissed the thought.

Acting against the revolutionaries without knowing the extent of their organization or who is behind them is risky.

It would be foolish to provoke them and not handle the situation properly.

“It’s better to keep quiet for now. No one knows that I’m the real possessor yet.”

Moreover, if I think calmly, the likelihood of Lady Otis breaking through the firewall of the real connection is very low.

Even if it was a hastily made plan, there was no way that the Lucky Encounter created by Archduke Lucas was that poor.

“By the way, how did you approach the possessor? It wouldn’t be an invasion of the president’s palace, right?”

“Oh, that.”

Amidst the wariness of everyone towards us, dressed in black robes with clown masks, Lady Otis, who had identified me despite the disguise, answered the question without hesitation.

“We accessed it online. We believed that the Lucky Encounter was likely hidden in a virtual world rather than reality. That idea turned out to be correct this time.”

“….”

“When I remotely accessed Louis Fairmont’s terminal, I could confirm frequent connections to a certain domain. I thought that might be the entrance to the Lucky Encounter.”

It’s certainly not ordinary.

Someone had delved this deep.

If I hadn’t intervened, she might have become the finder of the Lucky Encounter.

And there was something in her words that caught my attention, and it was this.

“You remotely accessed Louis Fairmont’s terminal; you have an unusual skill.”

She said remote access, not just hacking?

I’ve heard stories about this in Hollywood and magical communication, but seeing someone use it firsthand is a first.

“I have a tool acquired through an acquaintance. I had no choice but to use it to confirm if Louis Fairmont’s Lucky Encounter was real.”

So, there’s a separate actual hacker.

I would definitely want to recruit someone like that if possible.

Having roughly grasped the situation, I addressed the apparent leader of the revolutionaries, the Aura Master.

“I should leave now. The backup is likely coming. We will take our people with us.”

In response to my words, the Aura Master spoke with a troubled expression.

“Wait a moment. Our commander invited these two.”

“What do you mean by ‘invited’?”

“Our commander has unfinished business with these two.”

I narrowed my eyes, but this wasn’t a matter for me to decide.

As I looked at Lady Otis and Acres, the two seemed hesitant.

Reluctant as I was, it seemed they didn’t want to outright reject the proposal from their benefactors.

Eventually, as the two struggled to give a quick answer, I made a different suggestion.

“For now, let’s prioritize moving to a safe place. We can discuss the rest later.”

There was unanimous agreement, as everyone nodded in understanding.

“Then let her and I go together.”

The Aura master of the revolutionary army and a woman who seemed to hold the next position, a vanguard, approached.

I reluctantly led them, attempting spatial transportation.

—

A short while later, the place we arrived at was the icy region in the northern part of the Freeus Republic.

In a place where a snowstorm raged, only the people who had teleported with me stood in a circle, unaffected by the weather.

Among them, I scrutinized Aura master of the revolutionary army.

[Harry Elixon / Aura master]

Race: Human

Age: 35

Affiliation: Freeus Republic Revolutionary Army / 2nd Commander of the Mobile Strike Unit

Talents: Aura (very-high), Physical Abilities (High), Learning Ability (High), Intellectual Ability (Medium), Command Ability (Medium), Administrative Ability (Medium)

Traits: Devoted, Loyalty

Relationships: Interested / Neutral

Status: Observation / Nervous

At 35, if he’s an aura master, he’s undoubtedly a genius, surpassing any praise.

In various aspects, including age, his specs are similar to or slightly higher than the 2nd prince of the Reinhart Kingdom.

However, unlike the excessively arrogant 2nd prince, his characteristics are humane.

From the information presented by the magical Glasses, he gives off a trustworthy vibe.

However, relying solely on this cannot evaluate them as allies.

I haven’t yet grasped their intentions.

“I cannot send these two to a place where their safety can’t be confirmed. I have an obligation to ensure they return home safely.”

One of the female vanguards, affiliated with the revolutionary army, protested in response to my blunt statement.

“Are we going to rescue them only to willingly put them in danger?”

“Common sense says so, but we don’t know each other yet, do we? We can’t blindly trust you.”

You shouldn’t mistake having fought the same enemy that we are on the same side.

‘Hmm?’

However, Acres looked at me intently with an expression that said: even you, who is hiding your identity, cannot be trusted.

Of course, the observant Mechelle Otis didn’t let unnecessary words slip out to fuel division.

“You’re not wrong.”

Fortunately, the revolutionary army leader by the name of Harry Elixon was someone with whom conversation was possible.

After a moment of contemplation, he made a call, seemingly unavoidable.

“Yes, understood. Did you receive an outline of the situation? Yes, that’s right. Yes, yes. What should we do?”

Continuing the conversation with someone presumed to be a superior, he soon reached a conclusion.

“If you are apprehensive about the space we arranged, the commander will come here directly. Is that acceptable?”

“What about the number of escorts?”

“Excluding the commander, two more will come.”

It felt considerate in various ways.

I looked at Lady Otis and Acres with a facial expression that suggested it shouldn’t be a big deal.

“We should express gratitude for being rescued.”

In response to Otis’ words, Acres nodded in agreement.

After obtaining the consent of the two, a short while later, in accordance with the agreement, three individuals emerged from the light of teleportation.