102. The feast is over. Go home now.
“Master, I am here.”
It was late at night, a long time after that, when Choco came. Unlike usual, she looked a little tired, biting his tongue and laughing.
“How is it?”
“Ehehehe, just something.”
While Cream and Choco were having a conversation, I took a closer look at him. She doesn’t look particularly tired, though her clothes are rather scruffy.
Well, I thought it was going to end, but it looks like they didn’t fight in the end. After all, it was clear to anyone who would win or lose. Choco seems to have controlled himself well in the end.
I’m glad, I’m glad. Besides, she didn’t fight, but it doesn’t seem like anything really happened.
“Yes, Master.”
“Huh?”
“We are family, right?”
Choco asked with an expression that made her feel at ease and somewhat saddened. She gently stroked Choco’s hair, as if asking what Cream was asking for something obvious.
“Of course not.”
Choco, who smiled happily at those words, immediately looked back at me. Looking at him, I said in a blunt tone.
[What, why. I don’t want to call you family?]
“No, who said what? Drinking kimchi soup.”
Damn it, I mean, don’t use such savage vocabulary on the subject of being from another world. You have to be careful with your mouth in the future.
After taking one shot, I shut my mouth, and Choco giggled. It definitely feels a little different than usual. I have to say she put some heavy things down.
“That’s right.”
“Huh?”
“Carbal, my family. Choco, my family.”
Cream threw a bomb with a face as clear as ever.
“Family, family, family, isn’t it?”
No, it’s not wrong, but… After exchanging glances, Choco and I implicitly agreed not to say anything.
Cream tilted her head at the unanswered question, the Holy Sword was still asleep, and Muffin, who quietly opened her eyes when the Beast King left, did not say anything and just watched us quietly.
The fireworks at the festival ended long ago, but it was a good night.
*
[Now, let’s enjoy the festival properly today!]
The next day, in a more energetic state than usual, I woke up the others by spreading psychic waves.
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Yesterday, the finish was awkward because Levia invaded in the middle. The model of the wyvern’s claws was also extremely difficult to pick up and use. As I walked by, I saw that they sold a lot of things besides meat.
I remember there being animal ear headbands among them. The quality is a bit high, but it would be cute if cream was used, right? It was around the time I was amused by some wholesome thought.
“Oh, sorry. Citizens.”
“Last night, the festival was temporarily suspended because a battle of giant monsters was witnessed near the city.”
The tents and facilities at the venue were still the same, but the number of people walking around was extremely small. And most of them were not ordinary citizens, but soldiers in armor.
“I think the noise of the festival may have provoked the monsters… In addition, it is said that monsters that are presumed to be babies have appeared in the city. Please understand that this is a decision made by the city council with the safety of citizens in mind.”
·······I can’t explain that this wasn’t a monster, but a beastman. In words, we ask for your understanding, but the soldiers were twitching their muscles with an expression that they would not hesitate to suppress it if necessary.
Defeat the city single-handedly! Of course, the same achievement would be fun, but no matter how you look at it, it was the devil’s job, not the warrior, so we had no choice but to promise the next one and retreat.
[Ehh, should I just go back?]
[Are you sorry?]
[Of course. Well, I can’t help it.]
But it is too boring to stay here for several days waiting for the festival to resume. In the end, we said our last goodbyes to Coffee and decided to go back to Hair.
Well, it’s because Haire and Robbins are far enough to come and go by the standard of a hero. When Cream greeted the representative, Coffee couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“Are you leaving?”
“Yes.”
I know Cream talks so plainly, but what is it? There should be words like “I’ll be back well” Or “Stay healthy.” Cream, as if reading my will, added a word.
“Long live?”
No, because of the tone, it was like asking about the lifespan of some kind of animal, rather than about the number of people. However, Coffee smiled brightly as he listened to Cream.
“Yes, I will live a long time. Be healthy too, young lady.”
“Yes.”
Certainly quick-witted, befitting a slave who served Cream for a long time. After lightly answering Coffee’s words, we moved on and started walking out of the city.
I don’t know about slaves and pets, but slaves cannot be family. But that didn’t mean Cream didn’t care about coffee either. It’s just a difference in method.
There are relationships that can only be established that way.
*
[Come to think of it, you should also fix your eyes.]
“Yes.”
I don’t know what the hell caused her eyes to be plucked out or why she didn’t tell me, but I had to fix it anyway. Besides, Cream’s loss of an eye wasn’t just an injury.
Conceptual damage inflicted by any spell or ritual. In order to heal something like that, the person seeking healing had to offer a sacrifice or price appropriate to the damaged concept.
“Oh, really. If you don’t know that…”
“Choco.”
“Huh, okay. Got it. It’s frustrating!”
Besides me, the other guys seem to know why Cream has become like that, but since he won’t tell only me, he’s going to die in frustration.
Of course, regardless of my uncomfortable feeling, Cream and Choco ran and ran. Obviously, this is a different world, but there are many strange vehicles besides horses and carriages…!
Somehow, I feel like I’m just running around here all the time. In fact, there was nothing that surpassed the hero’s mobility unless it was a special means such as a world tree sapling. Still, there is no romance, no romance!
“Then, next, eh, horse, ride?”
[No, I just did it.]
Well, romance is important, but it’s honestly annoying to put it into practice. Well, more than anything, now I am also a sword. Although he rode a horse and swayed at Cream’s waist, there was no significant difference.
But I must say that moving like this is a bit boring. Even the monsters that popped up from all sides like random encounters during my adventurer days did not dare to attack because there was a pure-blooded beastman nearby.
“Say, that’s delicious, but it’s a waste. If necessary, I will transform for a moment.”
Choco, who calmly told her to get on, wasn’t normal either. After all, am I the only normal person at this party? It was when I hung my head in frustration.
[Ugh, ugh…]
Someone’s low moan came from the other side of Cream’s waist. The Holy Sword, which had been sleeping all this time, seemed to be finally waking up.
Well, at least the holy sword was on the normal side among us in its own way. He was a hypocrite and a fierce warrior, but that’s normal enough, well.
[I don’t like it, it’s too big… It’s hard…]
No, crazy. Cancel the word ordinary. I have a baby now, what are you talking about? Like a hangover drunk, the Holy Sword scattered mental waves of unclear meaning in all directions.
[Heavy, wow. I am······.]
[Hey, hey. Wake up.]
[Hot!]
When I sprinkled a little darkness on the Holy Sword, the Holy Sword came to its senses as if it had been hit by cold water. She was dazed for a moment, then burst into anger.
[What are you doing, dirty!]
[Wow, did you say that what came out of me was dirty? It’s really too much.]
[Oh, sorry. For a moment, I thought it was a seed of darkness… No, that’s right! You demon sword!]
Looking at his mind going back and forth like that, it seems he hasn’t woken up yet. I don’t know why it’s in such bad shape.
The entry and exit of the spiritual world can be likened to sinking and rising. And usually, even in the midst of rising to the sleep of consciousness, I wake up, but the holy sword was still wandering around.
[Hero, isn’t that heavy? It’s just too big, or it’s cumbersome.]
“No, really?”
Seeing you ask such an absurd question. The holy sword was not a greatsword or greatsword, but the size of an ordinary longsword, and of course, the warrior, Cream, couldn’t be bothered with it.
[Thank God, that’s it…]
[Can you come to your senses now?]
[Whoa, yes.]
[Then tell me. Why did you just do that?]
You talk nonsense like you’re drunk. However, at my questioning, the holy sword seemed rather puzzled.
[What did I say?]
Did this grandmother really have dementia? Instead of answering, I started staring at her holy sword. Sensing my tingling mental waves, the Holy Sword trembled.
[I don’t know why, but stop looking at me in a bad way.]
Jigsi.
[Ah! Stop it!]
[You guys are playing well.]
Muffin, who had been quietly watching us, also added a word. Cream was expressionless as usual, but Choco, who was running alongside her, was smiling.
Two men and three weapons. It is now a familiar, everyday landscape. I smiled and looked at the scene, but then I hesitated. I think I’m missing something, something.
I felt a sense of incongruity for no reason.