Vol 3 Chapter 39

Those ridiculous nicknames were somewhat understandable for Yu-wan being 'Black Sword' or BS, and Kran being 'White Sword' or WS, but...

"That FM or whatever they were talking about..."

"Yeah. It's you. First Fifth Magic Master! Shortened to FM-nim. You're explosively popular these days."

"Ha."

Was it a radio channel? As Kapros stood there, dumbfounded, Un-o chuckled.

"You should be glad that your face wasn't revealed, at least."

That was true. According to Kran, everyone's attention was particularly focused on the existence of this secret first 5th circle master, so these days, whenever someone even remotely similar appeared somewhere, users' interest would surge dramatically.

"From analyzing the videos we were captured in, they've already guessed that you have black hair and always wear a cloak. But since that description isn't particularly unique and we didn't stay in cities for long, it's been okay for you to go out until now... I didn't think my face would be the problem."

Kran clicked his tongue and continued.

"Who the hell was it? The kind soul who filmed us getting along well in Bala and uploaded it to the community. Hehehe... I'd like to give them a reward."

Adding that last comment, he was asking for a beating he didn't need to take.

"Screw Fireball."

"W-wait a minute!"

Bang! Boom! Bang! Boom! Kaboom!

Ignoring the charred human figure collapsing behind him, Kapros turned his gaze to Un-o, who spoke with a serious look.

"We managed to get away with excuses this time, but we'll have many places to go in the future, and we can't keep doing this."

At those words, Kapros quickly realized what Un-o was trying to say.

"...Then what should we do?"

"We'll have to change your appearance. Fortunately, MIST has many items of that sort, so we can finish quickly."

"..."

To be honest, Kapros didn't want to do it, but the moment he recalled the gazes of the numerous people he had seen earlier, he decided to just go along with it.

"Ugh... I was going to suggest that too..."

Kran, who had staggered up from behind, glared at Un-o while painfully rummaging through his pockets.

"Since it's inconvenient for us to leave here, you, the lackey whose face isn't known, go and buy something suitable. Here, take this money."

The leather money pouch he pulled out looked quite heavy at a glance, seeming to contain a lot of money.

"...If you just say 'buy something suitable,' I won't know what to buy."

Un-o, who Kapros thought would say something, was unexpectedly calm. His gaze was fixed on the money pouch.

Kran then went "Hmm..." and spoke again.

"Hair dye, or color-changing lenses, or maybe changing clothes would be good... Oh, if there's a suitable mask, buy one too. That's an item that can't be forcibly removed, so it'll be better than a hood. Keep the remaining money as payment for the errand. Good, right?"

Kran finished speaking with a slightly mischievous provocation, expecting an immediate rebuttal, but Un-o once again took an attitude completely different from expectations.

"Are you serious?"

"Huh? ...Yeah."

Un-o, with a strange light in his eyes, stepped briskly towards Kran and took the money pouch.

"Remember what you said, and no taking it back."

"This guy, treating people like..."

"I'll buy good things for you."

Although his expression was that of the usual sharp-eyed, unintentionally rebellious-looking, prematurely aged high school student Un-o, his entire face was strangely flushed with excitement. And before Kran could say anything in surprise, Un-o disappeared with a whoosh.

"He's fast."

As Kapros muttered while watching, Kran leaned against the wall, saying "Wow..." in disbelief.

"That's unexpected. Looks like that guy likes money. His expression was no joke."

"It's not..."

At those words, Kapros momentarily started to say, "It's not unexpected," but stopped.

Un-o was selling items he earned in the game for money. Kapros had momentarily forgotten that for Un-o, MIST might not just be a game, but a 'job'.

"What's not unexpected?"

"Nothing."

At the same time, remembering Un-o's younger sister in the hospital, Kapros shook his head at Kran's words. Fortunately, Kran didn't seem to pay much attention to Kapros's words and soon sat down on the ground, saying, "Oh boy, I'm dying."

"I hope that guy comes back quickly... Choosing always takes time no matter who's buying, so I'm worried."

However, contrary to Kran's worries, Un-o soon returned with an armful of items.

"Did you actually buy anything proper in such a short time?"

Kran began rummaging through the things Un-o had brought with a very dubious expression.

"If you don't need them, just give them to me."

"No, are you trying to take everything for yourself? ...Ooh, isn't this the Speedy Hair Spray that changes color immediately when sprayed? The color is... brown? What? Why such an ordinary color?!"

"If we're just trying to temporarily deceive people's eyes, why use a flashy color? We're not idiots. There's gray too."

"What?"

As Kapros also approached to look at the items, there were indeed many interesting things.

"What's this? A coat? Who's supposed to wear this?"

"..."

At Kran's casually thrown question, Un-o silently stared at Kran. Kran made a choking sound.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Honestly... don't you think that armor stands out too much?"

"It doesn't stand out at all! Right, Kap?"

As Kran asked Kapros, getting unnecessarily heated, Kapros looked at him again with fresh eyes. The silver armor that had been particularly shiny since he first saw it was still gleaming like a silver hairtail fish, unchanged.

"...Change your clothes."

After saying that one sentence, Kapros turned his attention back to rummaging through the items in the paper bag. Kran, who had been staring at Kapros with his mouth wide open, made sobbing noises.

"Sniff, sniff. Even so, this outfit... How would someone wearing this look like a knight? It looks like a style that would die from one hit."