97. The day I leave is the festival day
[Arrived! … Um, isn’t it?]
I jumped over the space, but I didn’t feel anything special. As naturally as if you opened the door and entered the next room.
It’s amazing. I lightly scolded Choco, who looked around while making a stupid noise.
[The city must be around here.]
Since we could only move between saplings by connecting them, we would have to run with our own feet to get from the saplings to another city. Well, the distance has narrowed a lot though.
There were no other forest keepers around. We left the saplings alone and started moving toward the most popular places around.
[By the way, since the city is nearby, wouldn’t it be nice to transform?]
[Is that so?]
It was the second most common sense muffin in the warrior party besides me who made that opinion. Choco, who only uses honorifics for Muffin, also agreed without complaint.
Shortly after, Choco stopped her steps and she was handed her spare clothes by Cream. Then she suddenly started radiating her divine power like mad.
[Magical Girl Transformation!]
The moment I saw the following scene, I had no choice but to tackle it instinctively.
A terrifying amount of light overturned the chocolate, and the beast’s silhouette gradually shrank into that of a little girl in the glow.
It would have looked like a real magical girl transformation if she had stood still and not fidgeted like crazy during that transformation. Soon, the light faded and Choco appeared, dressed perfectly.
[Chit.]
“Good job.”
You’re wasting real holy power on useless things. I clicked her tongue, and Cream somehow complimented her chocolate and stroked her.
“Hee hee! I did as the master said!”
“Yes. We, Choco.”
Come to think of it, when we first met, Choco didn’t care about her naked body and seemed to have just transformed. After all, did Cream have a different attitude?
Although it was hidden by her usual eccentric behavior, I already noticed that Cream had a little girlishness, like the fact that she asked me about her appearance the other day.
[Ehh.]
With a muffin sigh for no reason, we started to move to the city.
*
[It’s been a while here.]
After going on an adventure with a sword, the largest and most splendid city among the places I visited.
Free City Robbins. Unlike the case where it was left as a free city because it was too far away like Magnetun, Robbins was proudly defending its territory even though it was sandwiched between several kingdoms.
The place where Robbins is located is an important transportation and trade hub. Rather, because the land was too big for anyone to eat, the city was able to stand on its own and develop.
“Let’s go see Grandpa Coffee first.”
“Good.”
As such, there were many things to see in the city. Last time I didn’t have time to look around because I was caught up in this or that incident, and now I have a lot of time because I have a good stomach.
Besides, the atmosphere is more lively than last time, so it looks like they’re doing something. However, we decided to put off the sight-seeing for a while and headed for the Ice Company’s mansion.
“Lady!”
They were at the mansion at the right time, and when they saw us coming in, coffee rushed in. He didn’t look any different than the last time I saw him.
Well, it’s not like it’s been that long. Coffee greeted us, but guided us at a slavish distance.
“Are you done with your trip?”
“No, wait, stopped by.”
“I understand.”
A moment of regret crossed his face, but he quickly erased it from his face like a seasoned slave. He guided us with utmost respect.
It was lunch time, so we decided to eat first. After sitting down in the dining room, Coffee started serving Cream’s meal as usual.
Of course, Choco didn’t have that. She piled a huge container, more like a bowl than a bowl, full of barely cooked meat, and began tearing it apart.
[Wait, mine?]
“Um, sorry. Everyone who uses their bodies right now is out…”
I ate one high elf and moderately quenched my hunger, but originally a meal for the soul is different from a meal for the body. They say that overeating doesn’t matter.
Well, it’s not urgent, so let’s wait. While Cream ate only a small amount of food and waited for dessert, Choco, still chewing meat, was getting scolded by Muffin.
[Choco. How about using at least tableware?]
“Okay, Mr. Muffin.”
[I am not tableware!]
Choco, who tried to take the dagger that cut through the flesh of his enemies, into the meat without polishing the blade, was crying. In the meantime, Coffee, who went to the kitchen for a while, returned with dessert.
Hmm, if it seems like there is more dessert than meal, I’m mistaken, right? Well, it’s funny how a hero suffers from tooth decay or malnutrition. I turned my attention away and spoke to Coffee.
[Hey.]
“Yes, Karbal.”
Now it was a coffee that knew my name and called it properly. In addition, the pattern of the slave was completely hidden, so he looked like an old butler from a prestigious aristocratic family.
Anyway, a slave. The wound had healed, but the lesson Cream had carved directly into his forehead would still be there.
[What’s going on here? The atmosphere was different from usual.]
“Oh, didn’t you know? Even if it’s not, it’s the period when our city’s festival, Les Viades, is being held.”
[What is that, that’s why you asked me to come?]
When I asked, Choco turned her head away. And Cream, who sucked up even the cream on the spoon, said in a bright tone.
“I forgot.”
[······Yes, it can be.]
Anyway, just hearing the name, I have no idea what kind of festival it is. I asked for an explanation towards Coffee, who was looking at us graciously.
“Les Viades is a festival honoring the founding of our city. Master probably already knows this, but would you like to hear it again?”
“Yes.”
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Why are you asking him when I asked for an explanation? Anyway, when Cream gave permission, Coffee cleared her throat and began to explain.
“Once upon a time. Well, it’s a story less than a hundred years old anyway… Originally, this place was not a city, but a nest of some giant monster.”
Choco, who was still pretending to be absorbed in the meal, pricked up her ears.
“Did you say Elder Wyvern? They say that even though he is a sub-ryong, he is such a monster that he has been able to stand up to Jinryong thanks to his long life. It is still questionable why such a mythical monster settled in the land of men…”
I also sympathized with the coffee question. Due to the nature of monsters that do not train separately, the strength of a monster is proportional to its age.
In addition, long-lived individuals basically dislike moving their bodies and also dislike complicated things. Rather than catching and killing the bugs that pop out after killing them, most of them just chose to move.
“Anyway, it is said that the surrounding kingdoms couldn’t help it because monsters like that suddenly settled down around the territory. We sent punitive forces several times, but all of them failed.”
Perhaps because of her experience taking care of children, Coffee also had the talent of a storyteller, even if it wasn’t great, that could be heard as an after-meal snack.
“Eventually, when the kingdoms gave up and sought help from the Empire, he appeared. The Beast King.”
Coffee lowered his voice and whispered, as if telling some great secret. So who is that
However, because Choco was listening to her story with interest, I missed the timing to tackle her.
“It must have been shocking to say that you could see them fighting in the city right next door. After three days and three nights, the Beast King managed to mortally wound the Elder Wyvern and drive the monster out of the city.”
However, even I couldn’t help but admire the words that followed. You said you drove out a dragon-class monster single-handedly? How great is this
The Beast King probably meant that he was almost as strong as Cream. Even if the Ancient is a normal Jackie Chan, he is in the upper ranks among Transcendentalists. It is a large species, so it is difficult to kill.
It’s not a real dragon, it’s a sub-dragon, but a feat is a feat.
[That sure is great?]
“hehehe, right?”
I don’t know why you like it. If dragons hadn’t spent most of their lives immersed in water, the world would have been ruled by dragons.
But dragon rares are usually in a space separate from reality, and dragons usually don’t come out of their own rares. If you don’t crawl directly into dragon lair like me, you won’t normally meet them.
[Damn it.]
I feel sad all of a sudden. Even the one who killed me wasn’t just a dragon, it was a dragon lord. A monster among monsters that is one level higher than the Ancient Dragon.
“Revenge, please?”
[It’s okay, man.]
And that level is probably the highest among demigods beyond transcendental. In fact, he is the strongest among the mortals who surpass the realm of the three gods.
No matter how much Cream is a hero, he is no match for the Dragon Lord. The hero wasn’t really invincible. Although rare, there were beings stronger than the hero in the world.
The dragon lord mentioned earlier or the demigods who have not yet ascended to heaven and remain on the ground. If you encounter such a monster scab, even Cream will have to think about running away.
[So don’t think nonsense. Did you understand?]
“Yeah, okay.”
Just in case, I gave a strong bluff to Cream, and she nodded her head with an inexplicable smile. She interrupted, clearing her coffee, taking advantage of the momentary break in the conversation.
“······Kuhm, can we continue talking?”
“I don’t care.”
That’s right. Were you listening to him?
“Anyway, after defeating the Elder Wyvern, the Beast King is said to have left without any reward. Afterwards, before the kingdom preoccupied, nobles without domains and wealthy merchants gathered and built a city…”
[That’s Robbins, is that what you mean?]
“Yes. Les Viades is a festival in honor of just that. The Beast King and his exploits.”
It was quite an interesting story. Besides, since this happened decades ago, if he was still alive, the Beast King might have gotten stronger.
Because of my nature, I am strong against the weak and weak against the strong, so I hope we never meet. While I was lost in thought, Coffee carefully watched us.
“Anyway, if you’re not staying at all, aren’t you here to participate in the festival?”
[It’s not like that. Well, it wouldn’t be bad to enjoy the festival while you’re here.]
“Right.”
“Well, then, by any chance…?”
Originally, it is the virtue of a proper slave to know before the owner speaks, but this time, Coffee asked openly if he really didn’t get a sense.
Of course, Cream, like a benevolent owner, did not respond to such coffee. She just spat it out, with a grimace on her face as usual.
“The slave.”
“Yes?”
“Fresh, fresh. Ah······. And if so, is it rare?”
Coffee put on a blank expression at Cream’s words, as if he was arguing about ingredients rather than people.