WeTried Translations
Translator/Editor: ZERO_SUGAR
Discord: https://dsc.gg/wetried
◈ Got a Gallery in the Wild ◈
Chapter 185: Holy Knight Riding a Giraffe (3)
──────
The goddess of war, Aris, had not abandoned him.
That was what Ludwig, a holy knight of El Dorado, believed.
As expected, the Forest of Four Seasons deserved to be called a realm beyond human reach.
A three-headed lion leaped out at him, he encountered a long-necked animal, and all sorts of bizarre creatures lived there.
Even those animals possessed terrifying strength.
The funny thing was that the herbivores were stronger than the carnivores.
Taming the long-necked animal had been nothing short of divine luck.
That luck had not lasted forever, but it had still come through at the right moment.
“......”
Ludwig looked down at his ankle, tightly wrapped in bandages.
Below it, his foot was completely gone.
Without a prosthetic, walking normally would be difficult from now on.
Still, it was far better than dying of sepsis.
‘Thank goodness the blade was sharp.’
Amputation was a difficult procedure. Normally, it required sawing through the bone for a long time.
Drinking alcohol as anesthesia was dangerous, but unavoidable if he wanted to prevent shock.
The pain of amputation was among the worst pain a person could endure. Even Ludwig would have struggled to withstand it while fully conscious.
‘It was lucky that Grylls had more Elixir.’
The procedure was not the only important part of surgery. Finishing it properly mattered too.
It was fortunate that Grylls had a large supply of Elixir.
In the worst-case scenario, they might have needed to cauterize the wound with fire.
Despite all those hardships, he had survived. It must have been because Aris was watching over him.
‘By the way, this is a clean cave.’
Ludwig looked around. It even had a fireplace, and the space was quite cozy.
Grylls had gone to the river to dispose of Ludwig’s severed foot.
He was already exhausted, and his foot was in this state. Rest was his highest priority.
‘If I’d arrived even a day later, it would’ve been dangerous.’
Ludwig had been able to hold on to hope because he had seen Grylls across the river.
Still, the opposite bank could change at any moment.
That was why he had waited there, eating only the bare minimum needed to survive.
The giraffe could endure by eating leaves from the trees, but Ludwig was not a herbivore.
Ever since maggots had begun crawling through his foot, he had lost most of his mobility.
He could neither hunt nor fish, so he had no choice but to endure through sheer willpower.
‘There was a bridge, and the Signpost made it easy to find this place.’
Thanks to the Signpost and bridge, he quickly realized this was the opposite bank where he had seen Grylls.
He had spotted it just before passing out, so he squeezed out every last bit of strength and crossed over.
If not for his long-necked friend, the giraffe, even that would have been difficult.
For a while, that friend would serve as his legs and be a great help.
Until he adapted, Grylls’s help was essential.
‘When I only heard the name Grylls, I thought he was from the West.’
Judging by his Gallery username, Ludwig had assumed he was a Westerner.
Yet when he met him in person, he was clearly someone from the Central Plains.
He had a thick beard, but he still looked quite young.
Ludwig himself had spent many years training, yet he was barely managing to survive. That young man, on the other hand, was actually living here.
‘He said he can use mana too.’
Mana could not be used in the Forest of Four Seasons.
After entering the Forest of Four Seasons, Ludwig had tried everything he could to use mana, only to learn it was impossible.
If not for the sword Grylls had given him, he would have died long ago.
That made Ludwig curious. How had this man named Grylls managed to survive here?
More than anything, though...
‘What were those animals? Are they pets?’
A Sloth hanging from his back. A baby Owlbear following him around. And finally, a white gorilla wearing a suppressor around its neck.
Ludwig could not even begin to guess what kind of combination that was.
‘If only I’d logged in earlier.’
Ludwig had accessed the Gallery for the first time in his life just before entering the Forest of Four Seasons.
There had been no way to understand the situation in such a short time. Receiving that sword had been a miracle in itself.
‘At least, the Sloth didn’t seem ordinary.’
They said the strong recognized the strong by instinct.
Ludwig had not reached the ultimate realm, but his eye for judging others was exceptional.
One of his disciples was even the Hero.
To Ludwig’s eyes, the Sloth was extraordinary.
While every other creature was desperately trying to survive in the Forest of Four Seasons, it alone seemed relaxed.
This was a place where no one knew who would attack, when, where, how, or why.
‘Or perhaps that young man, Grylls, is strong.’
He could find that out slowly. Right now, rest came first.
Ludwig had barely escaped the worst possible outcome.
Thankfully, he could still practice the Mana Cultivation Method. That was some comfort.
Even so, it was extremely slow. The dense mana of the Forest of Four Seasons pressed down on him without pause.
It felt as though mana was crawling through an extremely narrow passage.
‘Will escaping be difficult...?’
Ludwig let out a heavy sigh without realizing it.
Surviving here was already hard enough, and now he had lost his right foot entirely.
Would he become an unnecessary burden to Grylls like this?
‘Perhaps it would’ve been better to die...’
One disaster after another had naturally led him to pessimistic thoughts.
Instead of helping, he was becoming dead weight. Pride no longer mattered. He simply felt sorry.
Even if Grylls threw him outside, he planned to accept it quietly.
He was not useful here in any way. All he had done was add another mouth to feed.
“I’m back.”
Ludwig was lost in complicated thoughts when Grylls returned after disposing of his rotten foot.
Ludwig, who had been leaning quietly against the cave wall, turned to look at him.
He had a dependable look about him. That was exactly how he looked.
He had the plain looks and approachable air typical of someone from the East.
‘Why would a young man like this come to the Forest of Four Seasons?’
That was what made it even more puzzling.
The Forest of Four Seasons was a hellhole reserved for those purged, like Ludwig, or serious criminals.
Judging by his face alone, Grylls seemed closer to the former.
And considering how kind and generous he had been, the chance that he was a serious criminal was extremely low.
‘Did he lose a power struggle among nobles?’
Thinking that, Ludwig tried to rise.
He had recovered a little strength thanks to the Mana Cultivation Method.
Grylls quickly stepped forward and stopped him.
“Just stay seated. What are you trying to get up for when your foot’s hurt?”
“......”
Words that might have been from the Central Plains reached Ludwig’s ears.
He could not understand them, yet for some reason, they sounded strangely sad.
Ludwig obediently followed his words.
Grylls was the owner of this shelter and the undisputed authority here.
For a rigid man like Ludwig, it was only natural to obey Grylls without question.
‘What should I do now?’
Grylls was also wondering how to treat Ludwig.
He had no intention of coldly throwing him out.
Ludwig was the first guest he had had in an entire month.
In this hellish place, every single person was precious.
Even if Ludwig’s foot was ruined, that was fine. As long as they could communicate, it was fine.
‘I’d like to get him a prosthetic leg, but...’
He had already asked Passing Dwarf whether one could be made.
The answer had been that it was not impossible, but difficult enough to be nearly so.
When Grylls asked why, Passing Dwarf said there were too many reasons to name just one.
The biggest issue was precision. A prosthetic leg had to be custom-made.
Unlike a hand or arm, a leg had to support the user’s body weight.
If done wrong, it could cause the patient great pain.
Current technology also could not reproduce joints.
There was a reason people used prosthetics that were little more than wooden pegs.
‘We can think about his foot later. Recovery comes first for now.’
Just moments ago, Ludwig had looked so haggard that “living corpse” would have suited him.
Now, some color had returned to his face, and he had regained a little strength.
They should be able to hold a conversation without issue.
They could not speak each other’s language, but Grylls had the Gallery.
‘What I need to ask is...’
His name and affiliation. How he had entered the Forest of Four Seasons.
Information about how he had lived in the Forest of Four Seasons.
After finding out those things, they could discuss how Ludwig would live from now on.
[DontAbandonTheHero]: (Photo of a paper written in the Holy Kingdom’s script) Would this work?!
[Wild Grylls]: Yes. Thank you, especially when you’re busy.
[DontAbandonTheHero]: Not at all! Please take good care of Mr. Ludwig! I’ll find some way to help!
[Wild Grylls]: How about coming here and helping directly?
[DontAbandonTheHero]: I’ll consider that! I’m really busy right now!
Surprisingly, DontAbandonTheHero never said they would not come. Grylls found that strange, but let it go.
Afterward, he copied the text the Head Mod had translated onto paper and showed it to Ludwig.
Ludwig read what Grylls had shown him and nodded.
“My name is...”
“Ah. Hold on.”
Just as Ludwig was about to speak, Grylls held out a hand, asking him to wait.
Ludwig obediently did as he was told. As mentioned before, Grylls was the undisputed authority here.
Grylls turned on the Gallery’s video-recording function and gestured for him to speak.
“My name is...”
Another bomb had fallen.
* * *
“Phew...”
Selena let out a deep sigh, exhaustion thick in her breath.
The social gathering held after the succession ceremony had been as difficult as expected.
No weapons had been drawn, but it had been a vicious battle all the same.
‘I barely got to talk about Mr. Grylls.’
More than anything, she regretted failing to achieve her ultimate goal.
Since the matter was closely tied to the Gallery, everyone had been reluctant to mention it.
And it was not just the Gallery. There were plenty of real-world problems to address, so the conversation had naturally shifted in that direction.
‘At least His Majesty reacted positively.’
That did not mean she had gained nothing. An unexpected person had responded favorably.
That person was Emperor Arnold. She had hooked an unexpectedly big fish.
He had said that supporting it at the national level would be difficult, but that it was worth investing in.
Of course, he claimed to have learned about it through sources other than the Gallery, but Selena had noticed.
Arnold also visited the Gallery often and understood Grylls’s tendencies well.
‘Since the Emperor reacted positively, information will spread soon enough.’
She only needed to wait until then.
Selena looked ahead.
A Gallery window spread out before her. She was currently on the terrace.
It was a good place to get lost in thought alone, so she had taken the opportunity to access the Gallery.
[Post] [I knew this would happen. Those Holy Kingdom bastards lol]
[Post] [What are you going to do now? What can you even do? lol]
[Post] [Ahhh. El Dorado is finished. El Dorado is no longer the Holy Kingdom.]
[Post] [Upvote if El Dorado is pathetic lol]
The moment she logged in, she could see that chaos had broken out.
This was her first time accessing the Gallery since that morning.
Not even six hours had passed.
‘What is this?’
Selena entered the featured-post section, puzzled.
There, she found a post from Grylls displayed prominently.
It even had an extremely high number of recommendations. She opened it immediately.
[Post title] Title) Video of the Holy Knight Riding a Giraffe
[Author] Wild Grylls
[Post] (Video of Ludwig introducing himself)
[Post] (Video of Ludwig exposing the Holy Kingdom’s corruption)
[Post] (Video of Ludwig talking about life in the Forest of Four Seasons)
[Post] Can anyone translate this? I can tell the first one is an introduction, but I have no clue after that.
└ [Heavenly Demon]: His face looks better than before. I thought he was a living corpse.
└ [SwordTasteMaster]: Didn’t he say something huge just now?
└ There are a lot of Holy Kingdom people here, so someone will probably translate it soon.
└ Yeah. I’ve got my popcorn ready lol
└ [DontAbandonTheHero]: Roughly translated, his name is Ludwig, and he used to be the Knight Commander of the Holy Kingdom! And... the Holy Kingdom is trash!
└ That’s way too condensed. Can you explain it in more detail?
└ [DontAbandonTheHero]: I’m sorry! It’s so horrible that I can’t even put it into writing!
└ Is it really that bad? Damn.
└ What the hell did he say?
Selena understood the Holy Kingdom’s language to some extent.
Only her body had been sick. Her brilliant mind remained unchanged.
As she listened to what the holy knight named Ludwig had said...
‘...Good heavens.’
It contained ugliness beyond anything she had imagined.
It went beyond throwing a spark into El Dorado, which was already a powder keg.
It was not a spark. It was a Molotov cocktail, no, a Meteor.
Since it had already spread through the Gallery, there was surely chaos in the real world too.
Selena hurriedly closed the Gallery and entered the audience hall.
“...What? Where did everyone go?”
The social gathering had emptied out, except for a few people.
There were so few nobles left that the servants and maids outnumbered them.
Someone approached the bewildered Selena.
“Everyone said they had urgent business and left.”
It was Ash. Selena looked at her after hearing that.
It was stranger that Ash had remained.
Still, Ash knew that something had happened.
“I don’t know what happened, but... shouldn’t you return home quickly too, Lady Selena?”
“...What about you, Count?”
“Well...”
Ash shrugged, held out the wineglass in her hand, and answered.
“I only need to go home.”
Ash had proudly declared that it did not matter because she was unemployed.
Selena found that a little absurd, but soon let out a small laugh.
“I’m jealous.”
And so, a nuclear bomb fell upon the world.
“No, seriously! What kind of trouble did you cause the moment you got here?!”
“I didn’t do anything. This stuck to me.”
“I don’t know what you’re saying! Just help me pull!”
Grylls struggled to pull Ludwig free after his ankle became stuck to the Mithril vein.
“What in the world did you do for it to stick like that?!”
“I really don’t know.”
Even though they could not understand each other’s words, the situation itself carried their conversation forward.
Footnotes:
Join our discord at https://dsc.gg/wetried
