Intermission
(Re)Translated by: Nigel
There was a slight change in the movement in the air before its nose, which woke the Dragon whose alias was the Platinum Dragon Lord — Tsaindorcus Vaision — from his light slumber.
What filled its waking consciousness was the emotion of surprise. It would not have been a stretch to call it shock, even.
As a Dragon Lord, his senses were more acute than that of the average Dragon. That being the case, anyone who could come this close to himself must be possessed of incredible abilities.
As he sensed the person his mind was sketching, Tsaindorcus Vaision — Tsa, for short – quirked up the corner of its mouth and slowly opened its eyes.
In front of the presence which he had sensed was an old human woman standing proudly, with a stylish by her waist. She had evaded his keen senses and come all the way here — a prankster's smile spread over her age-wrinkled face.
Tsa did not answer, simply regarded the old lady.
Age might have made her skinny and weak, but it had not changed her heart.
“What's this? Can't even spare a greeting for an old friend? Oh my, to think even Dragons could go senile.”
“Forgive me. Seeing an old friend moved me so much that I shuddered, so I was unable to speak for a moment.”
“Old friend? My old friend is that empty suit of armor over there… beaten up though it might be.”
On the one hand, he hoped that she would give him a break. On the other, he felt that being able to banter with an old friend like this was a joyous thing.
“Hm? The ring seems to have vanished. Where did you put it? I recall nobody should be able to take anything from you… but that is a powerful magic item beyond the domain of humanity. I hope it hasn't reached the hands of dangerous elements; particularly the Black Scripture of the Slaine Theocracy.”
That item was not something that could be simply given away.
However, it trusted its friends implicitly.
“Of course not. I came to look up a friend to have fun. I've already retired, and I'm no longer an adventurer. Don't ask a little old lady like me to work so hard; I've turned my duties over to that crybaby.”
Tsa thought for a while and then a flash of inspiration struck.
“Yes, little Miss Inberun.”
Tsa sounded dumbfounded.
“Oh, really? You're even more qualified to call her little. I'm about the same age as that girl, but you ought to be older, right?”
“Hmph. That crybaby went on and on and wouldn't stop, so I said, 'If I can beat you, then you'll have to listen to me', and then I smacked the crap out of her!”
“…I think you're the only human who could beat that girl.”
“Well, I had friends helping me out. Besides, if you know the undead, you know how to beat the undead. If you can't defeat the power of the Earth, you can still exploit elemental affinities and compatibilities to turn the tables in your favor. Crybaby is very strong, but others are stronger than her. For instance, you could easily beat that girl. If you didn't limit yourself, you would be the most powerful being in this world.”
Visit ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.ᴄᴏᴍ, for the best no_vel_read_ing experience
“I don't know about that. The power that pollutes the world might have started moving once more.”
“…Have the hundred-year aftershocks come? They aren't on the side of this world like Leader was?”
“Pick whichever side of the coin you like. Oh yes, I've mentioned this before, but why not ask the other Dragon Lords for help?”
“Really now. Aren't there others like the Brightness Dragon Lord, Dragon Lords who had children with humanity? Try talking to them; who knows, things might turn out well, you know?”
“She's 'waiting in the land of dreams', huh? If only we had preserved all of Leader's knowledge, things would not be so troublesome. He died too young.”
The old lady looked into the distance, and she slowly nodded with a pained expression on her face.
“Rigrit, I apologize for asking this of you even though you're no longer an adventurer, but can I beg a favor of you?”
Tsa's eyes went to a sword. The sword did not look suitable for slashing, but its edge was sharp beyond comparison. It was of a standard that modern magic could not possibly make.
The latest_epi_sodes are on_the ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.ᴄᴏᴍ website.
This sword — one of the eight great weapons which the Eight Greed Kings left behind — was the reason why Tsa could not leave this place.
“I've been doing this until now, and I hope you can lend me a hand. I'd like you to collect information about magic items that can rival that sword over there… that can rival Guild Weapons. Or perhaps, special items from YGGDRASIL like the strengthened armor which Red Drop — adamantite-ranked adventurers of the Kingdom — possesses.”
Chapter end
Report
|
Donate
Oh o, this user has not set a donation button.
|