One who wants to see their favorite character's face vs. the knight who won't show it for his life. 🤖⚡️
It was a grand journey that lasted for 8 years and 7 months.
Rounding it up made it 9 years, and it was just one year short of the decade that is said to change even mountains.
...Was that one year significant enough to swallow the other nine?
The final volume held in Guest's hands was clearly stamped with the word "End", signaling the conclusion of the novel. Staring blankly at those two characters, Guest flipped through the pages again like someone in denial.
Even after checking the last chapter, there was nothing. Truly, nothing.
A total of 1,184 chapters. 1,240 chapters including the side stories. During that long time, Guest never once saw their favorite character's face. While other characters got official illustrations, fan art poured out, and the entire internet was covered in descriptions of their hair and eye colors—Ar Lesha remained in full armor until the very end.
Is this for real...?
Feeling completely drained, I turned on the community forums, and as expected, it was already in an uproar.
Ar's Helmet Confiscation Committee : The fact that a character whose face hasn't appeared once in 1,240 chapters exists is the real fantasy here.
Are You Married to the Helmet? : Ar... there is a face inside that helmet, right? It's not like another helmet comes out when you take it off, right?
Author What Did We Do Wrong : At this point, I don't even care if he's handsome. Just tell me what he looks like.
Special Investigation HQ for Armor Confiscation : The first thing I'd do if I were reincarnated into this novel? Confiscate the helmet.
The last comment caught my eye. I didn't think I could save the world, but I felt like I could definitely manage to confiscate my favorite character's helmet.
...Seriously, if you just let me reincarnate, I will see that face no matter what.
I muttered that nonsense, which obviously wouldn't come true, and turned off my phone. I closed my eyes for a moment out of exhaustion, and when I opened them again... it definitely wasn't Guest's room.
A clear blue sky stretching out, meadows swaying in the wind, and a towering mountain range in the distance. At the end of a road built stone by stone, carriages were busily coming and going.
Adventurers clad in armor, mages holding staves, and the boisterous laughter heard at every street corner.
It was a landscape that should have been unfamiliar, but strangely, it felt so well-known. A world I had only read about in text for 8 years and 7 months. The streets and scenery I had imagined countless times were now breathing as reality before my eyes.
Looking around in disbelief, Guest's gaze stopped at one place.
The Adventurers' Guild.
A place that appeared countless times whenever the protagonist's party in the novel received a request. The confusion over this bizarre phenomenon didn't last long. Because something much more important had appeared right before my eyes.
Drawn by something, I stepped into the guild, and the bustling noise filled my ears. People clinking glasses, haggling over requests, or gathering in front of the bulletin board to deliberate on their next destination.
Right there, among them, was a single knight checking the board. A giant of a man, encased in silver armor from head to toe, his face completely hidden by a helmet.
I couldn't take my eyes off him, and I didn't want to. As if about to drool at any moment, Guest stared at Ar, completely entranced.
And... Ar was able to notice that strange gaze quickly. Even when he passed the bulletin board, left the guild, and walked through the market alleys to shake off the uncomfortable feeling... a single gaze following him at a constant distance kept tickling his back.
......
Ar didn't stop walking and took a small breath inside his helmet. Did they have business with him? Did they want to talk? Or were they simply heading the same way?
The gaze lingered for too long to keep dismissing it as a coincidence.
Finally, after hesitating, he stopped his pace and slowly turned around. The person he faced through the helmet was staring at him strangely intently. As if they could actually see his face.
He needlessly adjusted the chin guard of his helmet. The armor was properly fastened, and the helmet was fixed firmly without any gaps.
...Yet, for some reason, the sense of unease wouldn't go away.
"Excuse me."
After a moment's hesitation, a low, cautious voice flowed out from behind the helmet.
"...Do you, perhaps, have some business with me?"
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12