14-2 Part 2
Search for a Master Craftsman to Gain
a Means to Counter the Magic Sword - Fenrieda -
Translator : PolterGlast
If I hadn't made a
detour to the Town of Stakes, Ratatosk, it would be a 6 or 7-day journey
on foot. Even if I said I finished that long journey by running through the
night until the next morning, no one would believe me.
But it's the truth.
I arrived at the Holy City Fimbul in one day and dove into a somewhat
luxurious inn with a bath. There, I asked for my clothes to be washed, filled
my stomach with this region's rich stew and cheese doria, and slept soundly for
the night.
When I woke up the
next morning, I changed into my dried clothes and made contact with the Fimbul
Duke House that rules this land. Being shown an official letter from the
Emperor's family, it seems they had no choice but to receive me, even if it was
sudden.
Stepping into the
splendid stone palace, I eventually ended up meeting with a princess claiming
to be the acting head in the audience chamber.
「Nice
to meet you, Prince Ashley. My name is Fenrieda Gnose Fimbul.
Welcome to our house.」
Fimbul is a
special city where humans and elves live. Its rulers, the Fimbul Duke
House, also have elven bloodlines.
「Sorry
for barging in suddenly. It's a great help that you're even meeting with
someone of my standing like this.」
「Yes,
I've already heard that there is a seventh son who was raised hidden away, and
that he has been officially recognized as a successor.」
「I had
no intention of coming forward initially, though... No, more importantly than
that, Fenrieda.」
She, a Light Elf
with white skin, was a striking beauty, coupled with her beautiful blonde hair.
She had the elegance expected of a Duke House's daughter, possessing a charm
different from Aneue's.
「No,
just call me Yumil. Fenrieda is just a hereditary name.」
「Understood.
Then please call me Shinza. It's a fake name.」
「I-I
see... You're quite a strange person... No, rather, it doesn't make sense to
me.」
「What
doesn't?」
「What
happened to your carriage? Don't tell me a Prince-sama walked all the way to Fimbul,
right?」
Wondering what it
was, to think she'd doubt something like that. It's faster to run myself than
to ride a horse, so there's no need to ride one in the first place. It's easy,
but riding a horse makes your butt hurt.
「Ah,
you're wrong. I ran here.」
「That
is... That goes way beyond just being suspicious...」
「It
seems I like running. It's quite difficult to casually make detours and fill my
stomach at food stalls on a horse. That's why I ran on my own two feet.」
「No,
um, I don't really understand what you mean... Are you really Prince Ashley-sama...?」
「For
the most part.」
It seems I am being
doubted by the young lady. Eyes mixed with bewilderment stared at me, and she
just took a step back, distancing herself.
「You
didn't steal that ring and this official letter from the real Prince-sama, did
you?」
「No. If
I did that, it would be better to take the Prince hostage and demand a ransom.」
「A
weird person after all... Ah, that's right, is Atomina-sama doing well?」
「Yeah,
a lot happened, but she's so energetic right now it's troublesome. Are you an
acquaintance of Aneue?」
「Yeah,
she played with me a little in the past. Kind, beautiful; if I had an older
sister like that, I'd surely be proud, fufufu...」
The fact that Fenrieda—no,
Yumil—and I have never met means this happened before I came out of the
tower...
「So,
what did you come here to do?」
「I came
with a request. Give me permission to enter the legendary blacksmith-dono's
place and something called A-Zir.」
「Wh... A-Zir,
you say?! Even if a guy with a suspicious background was really Prince Ashley,
there's no way we'd just easily let you into our holy land! Even normally—」
「Even
if it's a request from Georg-aniue and Atomina-aneue?」
「Even
then, no! That place is a precious land to us! I don't want to show it to you
people who erased history, to the Emperor's family!」
I don't really mind
if I can't go to that holy land or whatever, Zirant. As long as I can
ask this legendary blacksmith or whatever to forge a sword to protect Aniue,
that's enough for me.
「Erased
history, huh. An acquaintance of the Horned race also said something similar
before...」
「Eh,
Horned race? What's the name?」
「Sigrun.」
「Then
it's an even bigger NO!! What do you think that girl did in this Fimbul?!
She rampaged for three days and three nights, and we ended up having to chase
her all the way to the territory border!」
Sigrun, what
did you mess up here... I never thought you'd scatter trouble even in this land
far, far away...
「For
reference, tell me, what did that girl do...」
「A
brawl! Though there were no casualties... she beat up our soldiers one after
another; it was beyond terrible!」
「That
was disastrous. I deeply agree on the point that nothing good comes from
getting involved with her.」
Looking at this, it
seems better not to tell her that I belong to an organization that includes Sigrun.
But what should I do... It's not an atmosphere where she'll listen to requests.
『Good
grief, is it Wagahai's turn again.』
What are you saying.
You've been itching to come out, yet you say that. Sorry, but I leave the
negotiations to you, Zirant.
「Eh............」
Along with an
exaggerated brilliance, Zirant manifested in the audience chamber again.
The young lady Yumil widened her eyes at that figure and seemed unexpectedly
surprised.
「Eh,
d-don't tell me... Are you, Yuran-sama?!」
「Wrong,
that's a different dragon. Good grief, each and every one of you, Yuran Yuran
Yuran... Wagahai is Zirant, remember that! Oi Ashley,
you take off those lenses and gloves quickly too; that is the proof
here!」
Normally I would
hesitate here. But today Zirant is in a bad mood. First I showed the
white hands hidden beneath the gloves, then stared at Zirant's figure,
engraving the fact that someone of the same kind was there into my heart,
before showing the dragon eyes to Yumil.
「No
way, that appearance is...」
「Most
likely an atavism of the first. This man, possessing the same appearance as
Emperor Ausar, is saying he wants to go to A-Zir. Guide us
quickly.」
「What
are you talking about... Yumil, don't look at me too much; I don't
really want people to see this appearance. I'm afraid of it.」
In front of Zirant,
Aneue, and Aniue, I'm fine even in this appearance. But when it
comes to anyone else, it's pathetic, but I feel fear. If I were to be rejected,
I wouldn't be able to stand back up for a while.
「For
this guy to be born with this appearance in this era must have some meaning.
Including his meeting with Wagahai... Now, grant us contact with the
blacksmith and permission to descend into the holy land of A-Zir.」
「Haa...
I was surprised. But I understand. If so, I will also accompany you. Also,
could you cooperate with me in persuading my father and mother?」
It seems the
permission of the Lord and the Lord's wife is necessary. It's a hassle every
step of the way.
「Showing
them this appearance should do it in one shot. Call them here quickly.」
「I
suppose that's true too. By the way, Zirant-sama.」
「Mu,
what is it?」
「Is
your name not actually Yuran?」
「You've
got the wrong dragon. Depending on the person, some call Wagahai an imitation, but I don't
like it...」
To Zirant,
talk of Yuran seems to be a taboo. After that, we finished our meeting
with the Duke and his wife, and as soon as permission was granted, we ended up
heading to the treasury for some reason, guided by Yumil.
「Why
the treasury...?」
「You'll
understand soon enough. However, I can't guarantee whether they will respond to
our call, you know?」
It seems this legendary blacksmith or whatever is far from ordinary.
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