102. Vacation (1)
“Oh, it took.”
I quickly grabbed the twitchy fishing pole. The fishing rod, which was made by simply hanging a fishing line on a tree branch and weaving it, surprisingly performed its role well. I nodded in satisfaction as I watched the trout dangling from the tip of a branch. The size is about larger than the palm of your hand. Are they still young, or are they grown to this size?
“Is it okay if I hold this?”
Undecided, I held up the trout I had caught and showed it to Georg. Georg examined the trout’s back, belly shape and color, then nodded. With a sigh of relief, I put the trout I caught into a bucket of water. Georg glanced at my bucket and asked.
“Is this the second one, Illroy? Pretty good for a first time.”
“what. Honestly, I don’t think you could have done fishing alone.”
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Georg let out a low laugh and then leisurely lowered his rod again. His big bucket has excellent trout. There were also quite a few big guys caught.
“We won’t be able to eat them all, so we’ll pick a few and let them go. From now on, it’s just for fun. You might want to hold on a little longer.”
Georg put the fishing rod on the cradle and said so leisurely. Georg and I came on a fishing trip. Although it is a sloppy camping trip that only lasts two days to call it a trip. We were quite excited and prepared by loading all sorts of things. We rented a wagon, bought tents and tools, one sat in the driver’s seat and the other sat in the wagon between the tools.
“I never knew a place like this existed. How did you find out about this place?”
When I asked, Georg quietly shrugged.
“Well, it’s like a landmark passed down from generation to generation in the Gray Bear Knights. Forest road on the way to the north. Monsters rarely appear, so among us, it’s just a good place to come to camp like this.”
I nodded roughly as I hooked the bait on the hook. Even when Georg saw the slightly shaking fishing rod, he let it go. Winter was a quiet season. There is no sound of running water or birds chirping. I threw my fishing pole after Georg and squatted down on a folding chair.
“Fishing, Illroy. It is not for catching fish.”
Georg said something out of the blue as I stared blankly at the fishing rod. What is this person saying now after catching so many fish? I turned to Georg with a slight frown. Georg was gazing across the riverbank with a relaxed expression.
“I do it for the process, casting the fishing rod and waiting for the fish to be caught. Although it is up to the person what kind of waiting he enjoys. Either enjoy the scenery like me, or just enjoy this silence. It won’t matter if you bruise.”
It was something a Shinsou could have said. Georg rested his arms on his knees and raised his head to look at the sky again. The sky, which always snowed heavily, cleared up a bit today. Clouds are not visible in the clear sky. The sun changes its light and casts warm rays. Of course, the weather was not too cold.
“It’s rude to people who fish with their own hands, that. Like someone wrestling with that huge fish in the sea. That is now the realm of struggle.”
I replied to Georg and slowly changed my posture. The fallen leaves at the feet are crumbling.
“Well, it could be. But the more you hurry, the less the fish gets caught. That’s a fact that everyone who fishes with their own taste knows it.”
Georg said, sipping from his glass. Georg then offered me a glass, and I couldn’t resist accepting it and taking a sip.
“You learn to enjoy waiting too.”
I put my glass down on the floor and looked up at the sky. An eagle was flying round and round in the sky. I followed the eagle’s trail with my eyes. The eagle did not flap its wings well. I sipped alcohol with Georg and watched the flying birds, then tapped the empty glass.
“… Any more drinks?”
“You call that a question?”
Georg giggled and held up a leather barrel full of liquor. Then he took the glass, filled it up, and put it down again. And, I poured another drink from somewhere and set it down next to me. I frowned as I gazed at the sparkling wine glass. Beside him, Georg was still giggling.
Dalgrak.
At that time, the fishing rod that had just been cast was shaken. I put down my glass and grabbed the fishing rod and raised it. But is it because I lifted the fishing rod too quickly? The fishing rod broke. I looked at the fishing rod with a dejected expression and let out a big smile. Georg giggled again as he looked at the broken fishing pole.
“… look at it though Got it.”
I shyly pointed to the ice floor and said. Next to the ice pit was a large trout that I had pulled up with my fishing rod. Georg laughed along, as if bewildered.
“Isn’t that saying that your heart is still in a hurry?”
“If you caught it, that’s it.”
We looked at the trout lying on the ice and muttered nonsense.
“It seems that one of them solved the problem for dinner.”
“So it is.”
Georg lifted a large trout and put it in my bucket. Then he took another twig, untied my fishing line, and made a new fishing rod.
“Well, I guess it’s too early to quit fishing yet.”
I still laughed at the crude fishing rod. I threw the fishing rod into the ice hole again and leaned back. Something seemed to know what it meant to wait quietly.
The sun has completely set. The trout was more delicious than I thought, and the winter night wasn’t as cold as I thought. There was a burning sound as branches broke in the fire. It was a clear sky and the stars were very visible.
“It reminds me of when I went to the North.”
“Sure, I have to go to Evernode to show my face.”
I said, recalling their faces one by one.
“You have to empty your mind sometimes, Illroy. The sixth plague will still be far away, so can’t we just rest for now? I thought you should stop before you push yourself any further than that. To save the world.”
Sparks flew like stars. I didn’t mean to go that far. As for the sixth disaster, there is a separate place to monitor it anyway, and things that are likely to happen until then… Because it wasn’t time to wake up yet. All I had to do was be strong enough to handle it all. Although strength was not something that could be gained by being impatient.
“You can see on your face what you’re thinking, Illroy.”
“You were the one who brought up the story first, right?”
I said in a scolding way and stretched out my legs. Today, he did not use magic or raise mana. I sat still and waited for a very natural drowsiness to overtake me.
“Let’s go often. fishing.”
I pretended to throw a fishing rod. Georg nodded and smiled.
“okay. When it’s all over, I’ll give you a fishing tour around the entire continent.”
It was the third day after the vacation started. If you can put anxiety behind you, how long can you put it off? I stared at Georg as he shoved his body into his tent. Even after Georg entered, I remained silently by the fire. Before long, the sound of Georg snoring rang through the quiet night.
“Aren’t you going to say it again?”
I asked while looking at the holy sword hanging from my waist. The Holy Sword still hadn’t spoken. Not being able to hear her voice made me feel very empty. Saying that you worked hard after defeating the disaster, saying that you had to do this this time. What to do to develop further.
“… You mean I can do well without you?”
I wanted to tell you it wasn’t. I still need your words. More than that, what did you tell me? I put the holy sword on my lap and took out the oil and rags I had taken from the tent. The blade of the holy sword that came out of the scabbard glowed softly in the flames of the bonfire.
“You know it’s not like that.”
What you are, it doesn’t even appear in the original work. It is simply said to be a sacred sword that has existed since a very long time ago. After oiling the rag, I began to slowly wipe the Holy Sword. Ever since I started traveling with me, the blade that cut down countless monsters and calamities was no different from the first time I encountered it. It wasn’t damaged, and the light didn’t fade.
“… Sorry for complaining.”
I apologized and started polishing the blade. Wipe down the blade with a cloth. Oddly enough, the cloth used with the blade does not cut. I gently wiped the blade like that. It’s not that I won’t say it again. The holy sword must have its own circumstances, I comforted myself and put the holy sword back into the scabbard.
“Tell me someday.”
So I went into my tent. It’s been a while since I’ve been sleepy.
“Did you have a good time?”
The one who greeted me back at the headquarters was Daphne, who was at the headquarters for some reason. Behind Daphne, Marianne was seen wearing an apron. Did this headquarters become occupied by these two while I was away? I looked at Daphne with a wry smile. A small puppy was cradled in her arms.
“What are you doing here?”
I asked, scratching the dog’s head as it rushed to lick my finger.
“I just came to play. Marianne will have to be alone, too, because she will be bored.”
“I’ll put the equipment in the HQ storage, Illroy.”
Meanwhile, Georg was diligently moving the equipment he had used at camp. Daphne put on a tired expression as she watched the equipment being carried to the warehouse.
“Did you take that much gear in just two days?”
“… That’s what happened when I bought it. I can’t help it.”
I entered the headquarters with poor excuses. Daphne’s outfit was comfortable, something she would wear at home. Come to think of it, even the puppy is at home. I don’t think I just came to play.
“I decided to stay here during my vacation.”
Daphne said so. I widened my eyes and turned to Marianne, asking what had happened, and Daphne motioned me to turn my head back as if to explain instead.
“I just came to you and asked for a room.”
“I asked because I thought it would be better to be together than to be alone.”
Even Marianne, who had been quiet, intervened in the excuse. I waved my hands around with a puzzled expression. Daphne, who was watching my expression, cautiously opened her mouth.
“not… does it?”
ugh I met those purple eyes and shook my shoulders. Marianne joined in, and for some reason her eyes were shining. I exhaled hard so as not to hesitate any longer.
“no… . Stay as long as you want.”
Daphne’s expression suddenly brightened, and the puppy grinned and panted, sticking out its tongue and clawing along, depending on the owner’s mood. I closed the door to the lobby that had been left open, and Daphne smiled as she placed the puppy on the floor. I like it like that, but this can’t be more embarrassing.
“Oh, and there was a letter from the palace this morning, you might as well check it out?”
Daphne spoke casually and handed me a letter with the royal seal on it.
“… thank you.”
Daphne smiled like a fox and turned around. It felt like an invisible tail wagging. I opened the letter that came from the palace with a feeling of having eaten a shot.
To the warrior Illroy
That’s how the words started. I raised my eyebrows at the sentence that continued below.
I’ve come up with a way to make you stronger.
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