260 – Evening Street
Even if the sky falls and the earth disappears, those who fight seem to fight. Where did such energy come from, the three people who were engaged in a war of words growled at each other and had no intention of stopping.
But should we say that it is admirable that no one uses force and only shouts with their mouths? All three had strong personalities, so none of them backed down easily.
Yanid is usually a quiet child, but he is not without personality. In particular, he hates Obertaman, the evil god who almost took his body, beyond hating him.
The relationship between the two seems to have improved a little these days, but it is still not enough to call them enemies. Roca doesn’t really have that kind of grudge, but she has a strong personality by nature.
When Oberta said something I didn’t like, I complained one word at a time. The evil spirit that heard those words did not easily retreat. The position of one of the five great gods of the continent cannot be reached by chance. She is also a person with obviously great abilities and confidence to match.
Once the conflict between the three proud people ignited, the argument never subsided. Roca, who had nothing to do with those two, regained his senses and became quiet, but Yanid and Oberta began to verbally abuse each other, even bringing up old events.
“Now that I think about it, I don’t think that’s the place for me.”
As I watched the two scold each other, Roca came back to my side. He realized that there was nothing left to do but blush in this place where there was only snow and ice.
Of course, I am not saying that Yanid and Oberta are idiots who do not know such things. Those two just had a lot of things accumulated between them.
-Ask the people on the continent. Is there a saint in the world who worships her god in this way? I don’t even want to be faithful and have strong faith. Do at least the basics, at least the basics!
“Is that so? “Who was the god who came to a person who couldn’t even do the basics and knelt down and begged him to become a saint?”
This is the kind of grievance that must be resolved today even if the world ends tomorrow. If you think about it, it started with something that was really insignificant, but they blushed as if they were going to kill each other over something like that. It only happened now, and it wouldn’t have been strange if it had exploded at any time.
Rather than stepping in to stop or mediate a fight, it might be better to let it all spill out. Even more so when I saw that they were only moving their mouths without using their hands.
“So there is no dinner tonight?”
It looks like Roca decided to do the same. The child now showed more affection for the spilled stew than for the gods and humans fighting over there.
Not to mention the stew, the fire Roca had lit has long since been extinguished by the cold wind. There is absolutely nothing that can be called vegetation here, from grass to mushrooms, let alone dry trees that can be used as firewood.
If you really want to start a fire, you have to use magic power, but since the environment is this harsh, magic power is consumed quite quickly. If the supply of magical power is cut off even for a moment, the flame will not be able to grow on its own and will die out.
Even if you light a fire, there is no significant benefit other than warming your body for a while. If it’s something small like beef jerky, you can heat it up enough, but if you try to cook something like stew or a piece of meat, you’ll just repeat the same thing as before. The parts that are exposed to fire will burn, and the parts that are not will be undercooked.
“Master, you have been here before. “How did he eat back then?”
“I cooked food with magic. “Parnell got over his head and said he didn’t want to live on only beef jerky and dried meats, so he developed a cooking magic that spreads heat evenly inside.”
It is not for nothing that they say that necessity is the mother of invention. At that time, Parnell racked his brain and eventually developed a cooking heating spell.
She said she created it by improving one of the magics that already existed, the warming magic, so it wasn’t purely her creation, but even though I don’t know much about magic, I know this much. Creating new magic, even if it is just an improvement on existing magic, is not an easy task.
“If you really want to eat something delicious, ask Ajahadaka. Parnell was also a great wizard, but he was not capable of surpassing dragons. “For a dragon, asking me to create that level of magic wouldn’t be that difficult.”
“Parnell… I think I’ve heard that name a few times. “You’re one of the people who went on an adventure with the master in the past, right?”
“That’s right. She was one of the wizards who reached the highest level for a human. “Except for Ajahada Ka and Demon Lord Grymudo, she has never seen a wizard better than Parnell.”
Oldman Tower lord and other elders of the Mage Tower who are already seasoned and experienced may have skills surpassing Parnell, but since I have not personally witnessed their skills, I cannot evaluate them. In my memory, Parnell is still the greatest wizard in mankind.
Not only Parnell, but the warrior party at that time were talented people who reached the top in each field. However, now that time has passed and I have gained more experience, there is no other reason why I remember Parnell’s skills more than the hero Yurinel.
This is because my knowledge has increased a lot over the years. Indeed, the world was wide and there were many hidden strongmen. A representative example is Epirna of the Eastern Plains, whose name is not properly known because it has no reputation or recognition on the continent.
All she has are sharp fingernails, and she looks like Yuri Nel, or perhaps even better, from the days when she wielded the Holy Sword with all her might without even a measly weapon.
Now that I think about it, she never said this to Roca. After all, she had no reason to hold on to this child and tell him the story of her old colleagues. Because it’s already happened and it’s just a memory.
In fact, it feels too late to even bring up such a story at a time like this when we have heard that the world is being destroyed by a giant lump of flesh. Now, there is no point in discussing who did well and who did wrong back then.
However, Roca seemed to want to hear more about what happened at that time, so he grabbed my sleeve and pulled me to tell the story. It is not a story that is painful to remember.
“If I had to tell the story, wouldn’t it be better to start with the story of me and Yurinel? “My childhood friend, Yurinel Lacfoncia, and I are actually from the same village.”
This is going to be a long story, so first I created a spring of revitalizing water to quench my thirst. Then I was surprised too. The spring water, which always gushes out only cool water, was somehow unique this time. It was bubbling and steam was rising.
When I put a cup of water in it and brought it to my mouth, it was hot as if it had just been boiled in a kettle. Although it cooled quickly from the moment it was placed in the cup, the spring itself never cooled down and continued to boil.
I was quite surprised, but Roca was not very upset. It seemed like he thought I originally had this ability. I calmly waited for the next story.
“When we met again, Yurinel already had the title of warrior and was wearing a holy sword by her side. He also had two great colleagues. Lucia, and Parnell. I don’t know how Yurinel persuaded them, but I think it was possible somehow. My friend has always been resourceful. “Her ambition was as great as her ability.”
No matter how much time passes, the adventure we had back then will probably never be forgotten. Our adventure story may not seem like much to others, but Roca still found it quite interesting to listen to. What happened at that time could not be summarized in one or two words, and even though it was quite a long story, I was grateful for listening patiently.
“I would like to meet the master’s former colleagues.”
After hearing the whole story, Roka blurted out one word. Now that I think about it, our group and the hero’s party don’t have any contact at all. The princess was the only one who had even a face-to-face relationship with each other, and at least it was not a friendly relationship. It was natural for Roca to be curious.
“If there is a relationship, it can happen.”
Actually, I am like that too. We didn’t break up that long ago, but a lot has happened in the meantime. The warrior party would certainly have changed from the times I remember, but the change did not seem to be small at all.
The last time I heard from you was that you were captured by Harmael and released. How are you doing now?
Well, I wonder if it would be meaningful to discuss who is doing well and who is not doing well in this era of destruction. Who is doing well these days when everyone is anxious?
I just hope that the anxiety will end as anxiety.
I just pray that the ominous predictions do not turn out to be true.
I hope there is an answer at the North Pole, which is really close by.
“I’ve been thinking about it, wouldn’t it be enough for dinner if I put eggs or something in this boiling water? No, I think it will be cooked enough even if I cut up the meat and put it in here!”
Roca’s tail started dancing as he looked closely at the boiling spring water. Even though everyone was unable to hide their anxiety, Roca was still healthy and innocent.
Whether the world falls apart or not, seeing people so happy just because they can eat meat for dinner tonight makes me feel ashamed. Sometimes thinking too much is not good.
“Okay. “I think it will cook well if you thread the pieces of meat together with a thread or something and drop them.”
Okay, for now, let’s just think about what’s in front of us. Just immediate matters, like tonight, for example.
It will not be too late to think about what is at the North Pole once you get there. It’s not like you can find an answer just by thinking about it now.