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100 Yamato's
Love
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Translator : PolterGlast
Since then, I haven't
seen Itsukushima-san. Anneliese and the others said it would take a while. I
don't know for what, but it seems I just have to wait.
One day, observing
their training, the Dragonewt Patricia was displaying her muscle-brain
tendencies quite well.
"Hraaaah!"
She tackled a large male beastman who had acquired the Sword Master job,
sending him flying. Then, turning around, she swung her mace and tried to send
two more flying... but couldn't. Her lack of dexterity might be her weakness.
Her height was about
180 centimeters. She wasn't as tall as Karon, but she was still on the taller
side for a woman. Her hair was a deep blue, navy blue, perhaps? Her eyes were
orange and almond-shaped. She had a 5-centimeter horn on her forehead, bat-like
membrane wings on her back, and scales in places on her skin. She was only 13
years old, but her appearance was that of an adult woman, and quite a beautiful
one at that.
I had planned for
Patricia to aim to become a Knight. She had high power and defense, but she
lacked dexterity, so I thought she could excel as a tank.
"I just
thought... why did it turn out like this...?"
The job Patricia
acquired was, surprisingly, Holy Forgiver. There are several acquisition conditions
for the Holy Forgiver job. Among them, she had cleared the condition of being a
Villager and defeated 10 monsters higher than her own level bare-handed within
3 hours, without anyone's help. It seems that what would generally be a
suicidal act is possible for races like Dragonewts. Though it might be because
she's Patricia, not just a Dragonewt. Priests have a merciful side, but they
are also a martial job. So, this might be a possibility. And even if she's
clumsy, she can overpower low-level monsters with brute strength.
"But why a double
mace?" Yamato murmured, shaking his head.
"Oh dear, she
missed again." In Yamato's line of sight, Patricia was rampaging with
maces in both hands. However, many of Patricia's attacks were dodged. Because
she lacked dexterity, she couldn't feint or do similar moves.
Gandarvan had
instructed her many times, but she couldn't do it. Gandarvan said that Patricia
was strong due to her race, but because she wasn't dexterous, she might not be
able to become a top-tier fighter. But her earnestness was evident to me too.
It was a craving, a desire to become strong, from the bottom of her heart.
"She missed
again..."
"You're paying a
lot of attention. Is Patricia that interesting to you?" I teased.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what
foolishness are you talking about!" Yamato stammered.
"I'll give her to
you for 8,000,000," I offered.
"Toi-kun!"
Yamato stood up, glaring at me. If he liked her, it would be easier for me to
deal with him if he just said so.
"Don't get so
excited, sit down," I urged.
"You say strange
things..." he grumbled. Well, I'm more experienced in romance than Yamato.
After all, I have Anneliese, my fiancée! Gah-hahahaha!
"You're making an
annoying face, you know?" Yamato commented.
"That's not true.
I'm told I've become very cute since I reincarnated," I replied.
"You certainly
have a cute face, but that's not what I'm talking about..." he trailed
off. Reluctantly, I admitted I was cute. If it was the god (laughs)'s
harassment, then it was still okay. But if my soul was put into someone's body
who was living in this world, I couldn't forgive that damned god.
Unfortunately, I don't know which it is. Even Detailed Appraisal doesn't tell
me that. Leaving that aside, I don't think it's something I can just leave aside,
but it's not something I can fix by thinking about it, so I'll leave it aside.
"By the way,
Yamato~"
"What? You're
making a cat-like meow-voice, it's disgusting!" Yamato snapped.
"Lend me your ear
for a moment," I said, wiggling my finger. Yamato leaned his ear towards
me, so I blew into it, and he jumped.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-why
would you do that!?" he shrieked.
"You said
'Hyaaaah!' Didn't you? Seriously, you said 'Hyaaaah!'" I teased.
"Argh, Toi-kun,
cut it out already!?"
I knew it wasn't good
to tease Yamato, but I couldn't help myself. His reactions were amusing. Oh,
wait, this is what they call power harassment. I should reflect and talk to him
properly.
"Sit down,
Yamato. And, your ear," I said.
"I'm not falling
for that!" he retorted.
"No, I'm serious
this time. I won't tease you anymore," I promised. He reluctantly offered
his ear. This guy, he'd be fooled even if it wasn't me. Well, I'll talk to him
properly this time.
"Mumble, mumble,
mumble."
"That's
interesting. Leave it to me," Yamato said after hearing what I mumbled,
then ran off gleefully.
The next day, after
having Rose grow fruits, rice, and spices, and harvesting them, I was watching
everyone train when Yamato arrived.
"Hey, what's
wrong? You haven't even had breakfast."
"I was making
this," he replied. One of the Carriers took something out of his Item Box.
It was what I had asked Yamato to make, and it landed on the ground with a
thud.
"Go call
Patricia," I instructed the Carrier. After a while, Patricia arrived. She
was still swinging her double maces, but more than half of her attacks were
dodged. Her accuracy was probably 10 to 20 percent. 30 percent would be a high
estimate. Her accuracy was quite poor even in training.
"Patricia. You're
full of energy today too," I commented.
"Being full of
energy is my only asset!" she replied. Indeed, Patricia's energy reminded
me of Oro●min C. She'd probably
soon start shouting "Fighto! Ippatsu!" Wait, was that Lipo●tan D? Oh well, it's good to be full of energy.
"Yamato has a
present for you, Patricia," I announced.
"A present?"
Patricia asked.
"Hey,
Toi-kun!" Yamato protested.
"Eh, it's not a
present? I called you because I thought it was something for Patricia?" I
feigned ignorance.
"No, u-uh, it's
something for her, but..." Yamato's voice grew fainter and fainter until
it was inaudible.
"Then it's fine
if it's a present, isn't it? Patricia, this is for you," I said, handing
her an iron club. Dragonewts have horns, so it's like "giving an iron club
to an oni" (making an already strong person even stronger), huh?
"This is for
me?" she asked.
"Yes. Yamato
stayed up all night making it for you," I explained.
"Thank you,
Yamato-sama!" she exclaimed.
"Eh, ah, no, it's
fine," Yamato stammered, blushing. Even I could tell. That's love, isn't
it?
Patricia swapped her
double maces for the iron club, which was about her height, and swung it
around. Its reach was several times that of the maces, making it difficult for
others to dodge. And its appearance was more menacing than the maces, allowing
it to instill fear in those trying to dodge.
"Good for you,
Yamato. Patricia is happy using it," I commented. I hoped Yamato's love
would bear fruit. He was one of my few friends, so I would support him from the
sidelines.
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