Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 50: Rachel Bonaparte (1)
“Ancestor...?”
When I turned my head, I saw a woman with silver hair and blue eyes looking at me in surprise.
Her round blue eyes were familiar.
Rachel Bonaparte.
She was an S-rank hunter, currently the most talked-about figure in Korea, and a Magu Ambassador.
Privately, she was also a descendant of Napoleon, with whom I had once tackled the Toulon Gate.
She was the one who called me over.
Though I was surprised, I quickly suppressed it.
Rachel couldn’t have recognized me, after all.
That’s because I had never shown her my face before.
I looked at Rachel with a puzzled expression and asked, “Do you know me?”
“I apologize. There are many eyes here,” she replied.
“......”
I was a bit taken aback by her words, as if she understood my situation entirely.
Did she really recognize me?
It didn’t seem like she was just testing me from her expression.
“Let’s move to another spot.”
“Understood.”
I left the hall with Rachel.
The hall was bustling with people trying to wrap up the incident.
Since there were many people outside the front door, we headed toward the back door along the hall.
Scattered around the hall were dead bodies.
It looked as though they had been cleanly severed by some sharp cutting tool.
‘Did Vanesha do this?’
As I walked, I was surprised and soon found myself at the back door.
“This place should be fine,” Rachel said as she stopped beneath a quiet tree and turned to face me.
Through the tree’s shade, Rachel’s blue eyes sparkled like a lake in the sunlight.
“It’s been three months,” she said, gazing at me with firm eyes.
“Connector.”
“......”
As expected, Rachel recognized me.
How?
She seemed to read my confusion and explained, “I saw a blonde girl, the one you were with at Toulon Gate, in the hall.”
When Rachel had broken through the barrier, the first thing her eyes had landed on was not Wang Wei or the strange figures, but the blonde girl.
The girl who had been with the ancestor who saved Rachel at Toulon Gate.
And the familiar “mark of the bullet” scattered throughout the hall.
An ordinary person would not have recognized it, but Rachel, who was looking for her ancestor, noticed it immediately.
The combination of the blonde girl and the bullet marks meant that the ancestor Rachel was looking for was inside the hall.
While scanning around, Rachel had coincidentally spotted me coming out of the emergency stairs.
Although it was the first time she had seen my face, Rachel instinctively knew I was the one she was looking for.
After all, the bullet marks had been fired from above.
More than that...
“Your gaze felt familiar,” Rachel added.
“Are you the Connector?”
“Yes.”
I finally admitted that I was indeed the Connector.
With her certainty, I couldn’t deny it any longer.
By the way...
‘She speaks Korean.’
To my surprise, Rachel was speaking Korean.
When we had met previously, Jeanne had served as a ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) translator, so we could communicate.
But my transcendent connection language ability only activated in the ‘otherworld.’
Jeanne and Vanesha understood Korean because this place was an “otherworld” to them.
They were “Distorters,” beings who didn’t belong to any world.
By the way, my ability to install the "door to the All-Things Shop" through dimensional connectors also worked only in the otherworld.
But surprisingly, Rachel was speaking Korean on her own, without any translation.
Rachel seemed to notice my thoughts and asked with a hopeful voice.
“How is my Korean?”
“You speak it well.”
It was a little awkward, but it was understandable.
Perhaps pleased by my compliment, Rachel smiled proudly.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve wanted to speak to you directly the next time we met.”
Rachel had bought a Korean language book and even hired a private teacher, taking Korean lessons every week to be able to converse with me.
She explained that her trip to Korea had been delayed because she was busy with language studies.
I was somewhat dumbfounded.
It was hard for me to understand that she would go to such lengths just to have a conversation with me.
I did help her, but still...
“Did you really need to go that far because of me?”
“Of course.”
However, it seemed that this was very important to Rachel.
Her blue eyes, as clear as a lake, stared at me intently.
“You are the reincarnation of my ancestor.”
“......”
I was taken aback by the unexpected response and fell silent. A brief moment of silence passed.
Whooing...
A breeze blew from somewhere, rustling the leaves on the tree. I watched Rachel for a while before opening my mouth.
“Pardon?”
I was so dumbfounded that I could only ask again.
“That means... you’re saying I’m Rachel’s ancestor?”
“I understand your surprise.”
Rachel calmly began to explain.
“To handle Napoleon’s relics, the ‘mana wavelength’ has to match, and only someone like Napoleon himself could freely wield them.”
But I had wielded Napoleon’s rifle effortlessly.
I thought it might be a crazy misunderstanding, but it was surprisingly logical reasoning.
Since Rachel didn’t know my awakening ability, anyone would probably come to the same conclusion as her.
After all, who would think someone would be wielding a gun gifted by Napoleon, a man who died centuries ago?
‘...So this is how it goes.’
It was a disaster caused by not considering the mana wavelength.
To explain this to Rachel, I would have to reveal my awakening ability.
Of course, I had no intention of doing that.
“It could just be a coincidence, right? Maybe the rifle just happened to match well with me...”
“Coincidence? It wouldn’t react to the medal too.”
“......”
When she mentioned Napoleon’s medal, I was at a loss for words.
“That’s not possible.”
“I understand.”
Rachel smiled softly, seeming to understand, but...
‘She doesn’t understand a thing.’
Her eyes were already convinced that I was the reincarnation of her ancestor.
She was only trying to be considerate of my current identity.
No matter what I said, Rachel’s certainty wouldn’t waver.
I rubbed my throbbing forehead and spoke.
“Rachel.”
“Yes, Connector.”
“You can just call me Seo-jun. That’s my name.”
“Understood, Seo-jun.”
“You don’t have to be so formal with me.”
“Yes.”
Despite my words, Rachel still acted with great formality.
It didn’t seem like it would change, so I stopped bringing it up.
That said...
‘This is actually a good situation.’
Rachel is an S-rank hunter from France.
And not just that.
She also leads the Bonaparte family, a massive household.
The head of such a family is showing me loyalty, almost to the point of admiration.
While I feel sorry for Rachel, I decided to make use of this situation a bit.
It was a bit awkward due to today’s events.
“Today, two unidentified power users appeared and dealt with the strange figures in the hall.”
“I’ve heard. One was the girl you were with.”
“That’s right. Could you make it seem like those two are connected to the Bonaparte family? Just the implication, of course.”
“It’s not difficult. Understood.”
Without hesitation, Rachel agreed to my request.
I felt somewhat relieved.
This way, the suspicion around Jeanne and Vanesha would be somewhat diluted.
For a huge family like the Bonaparte’s, it wouldn’t be strange if they secretly trained a few power users.
‘Suddenly appearing? I’ll just say it was through spatial movement.’
The strange figures also appeared suddenly, so there was no reason the two couldn’t have appeared out of nowhere as well.
It was fortunate that there weren’t many people who saw them since they were in the corner.
“Thank you, Rachel.”
“No, I’m glad I could help. Is there anything else?”
“This is enough.”
I felt a little guilty asking for more.
I’d have to repay her somehow later.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I naturally replied, but then I tilted my head.
“Tomorrow?”
“I’ll be staying in Korea for a while.”
“You’re not going back to France?”
“It’s fine. I was getting tired of arguing with the elders, so I was planning to stay away for a while.”
“They’ll probably be happy that I’m gone,” Rachel said, smiling.
That smile seemed to carry a sense of relief.
‘But why does she want to see me tomorrow?’
Just as the question popped into my mind, I was about to ask Rachel.
“Here you are.”
A deep voice came from behind. When I turned around, I saw Marquis Cunningham approaching.
“I’ll be going now.”
“Ah, yes. Please go ahead.”
Rachel bowed politely and turned away.
Marquis Cunningham, who had been approaching me, glanced at Rachel as she left and asked,
“Do you know her?”
“We’re just acquainted.”
“Is that so? For someone who’s just acquainted...”
I quickly changed the topic.
“By the way, it seems we won’t be able to purify Idyuj today.”
Since I had already sent Jeanne away, the purification of the sword was no longer possible.
However...
“Oh, that’s already been done.”
“Pardon?”
“Didn’t you hear? Your woman already purified it for you.”
Although the phrasing was a bit off, it didn’t matter.
In Marquis Cunningham’s hand was Idyuj, already purified.
It seemed that Jeanne had purified the sword and handed it over to the Marquis while I was heading up to the fourth floor.
‘No wonder the Marquis was acting so frantic...’
The sword had been changed.
As expected of Jeanne.
She always handled things decisively.
Even without being asked, she could read the situation and act accordingly.
“Then, the reason you came now is...”
“To give you the Essence.”
Marquis Cunningham opened a small wooden box and took out a transparent glass vial containing the Essence.
The gleaming liquid inside the vial gently swirled.
