Chapter 112
As I had expected, the shamanic spell “Mirror of mories” that Yuria used was incomplete.
When she regained consciousness after fainting for a while, she told that her ability wasn’t sufficient to fully control the spell.
“If only I had Lord Bestia’s sacred relic or divine relic, I’d be able to use it perfectly.”
“A sacred relic?”
“Yes. I don’t have the Silver Fox Statue right now.”
“Ah, right. That Octosia fellow, the Imperial Regent, has it, doesn’t he?”
The Silver Fox Statue, the divine relic of the Fox Tribe once kept in the Level rchant Group, had been in Albert’s possession before it was taken by those Imperial bastards.
Now, it was said to be in the hands of the Imperial Regent, Octosia.
Albert himself had told that, so it was probably true.
If I could retrieve the Silver Fox Statue from Octosia, perhaps I could use the Mirror of mories to see what kind of wish Iron had made.
‘The Imperial bastards, huh. It’s troubleso, but if it’s a trade…’
— Pull yourself together, Master. You’re getting too excited. Isn’t now the wrong ti to be thinking about that? You’ve learned enough for now—focus on what you must do first.
‘…Damn it.’
That rabbit bastard was right.
I was way too agitated.
I must’ve gotten shaken up because the clue appeared so suddenly, and I’d approached the truth easier than I’d expected.
The changes in the diary, the reason why I had transmigrated—those were questions I naturally couldn’t help but have.
Becoming the Guide of the Rabbit Tribe out of nowhere, learning from that rabbit that I was connected to Bestia—yet I still didn’t know the exact reason.
Even if I didn’t know at all, now that sothing had surfaced, it was impossible not to look that way.
But finding out the reason was less important than preparing for the problems of reality.
Especially during tis like this, when there was so much to get ready for.
Thinking back to the future I’d planned, dealing with the Empire was definitely a bad move.
‘Still, it does make sense now. To think such a strange sacred relic was involved.’
The Crimson Orb I obtained right before transmigrating—and the one Iron obtained.
Anyone with half a brain would notice.
There was a connection.
‘What a ss…’
It was absurd, but not shocking.
A world where beastn and monsters existed alongside humans.
I’d never seen them myself, but apparently, other demi-human races existed outside this region.
A world with mana, aura, and magic.
Since gods and divine power existed, nothing should really be surprising.
The fact that I’d even transmigrated was already irrational and absurd—wanting the reason to be logical and reasonable would be laughable.
‘Still, to think the orb I got pickpocketed with was actually the divine relic of a beast god from another world, Bestia… what kind of cruel joke is that?’
But there was no point in pondering that any further.
What I really needed to wonder about was what kind of wish Iron had made for the diary to keep showing these illusions.
Only by knowing that could I estimate how long this diary would continue to aid .
‘Well, that too… I’ll find out eventually.’
Either way, it was inevitable that I’d clash with the Imperial bastards.
Once I pushed them back, I’d be able to reclaim the Fox Tribe’s divine relic soday.
And when that ti ca, I’d use the Mirror of mories again—to see exactly what Iron had wished for.
‘Of course, only after I fatten Yuria up a little first.’
Yuria had completely collapsed midway through performing the spell, so I had to carry her back to her room myself.
She was incredibly light—it honestly made feel awkward.
I wondered if I’d been unreasonable, asking such a thing from soone who wasn’t in great shape.
Even though it was high-level shamanism, I hadn’t expected her to completely pass out.
Maybe because she’d been stressed lately; even her favorite horned rabbit jerky hadn’t excited her much. She seed rather worn down.
‘Still, she willingly used the spell for … I guess I see her in a new light now.’
I’d thought she was calculating—always throwing around pointless flirting—but at tis like this, she was recklessly selfless.
Since we were living under the sa roof, I’d better make sure to look after her properly.
— Impressive, Master. You’re getting attached. Maybe it’s that female’s sche after all.
‘Co on, no way.’
She didn’t seem clever enough to pull off such a sophisticated sche.
But still, she was one of the Lord’s key retainers, so I had to make sure she didn’t overwork herself.
Because of Rudick, I’d gotten distracted for a bit.
I couldn’t help it—what I’d heard was sothing I couldn’t ignore.
‘Anyone with a normal mind would’ve reacted the sa. Like a reflex. It wasn’t intentional.’
— Then why did you run to that female so eagerly, all excited? Well, if that’s your way of rationalizing, fine.
After deciding to put all the bla for this detour on Rudick, I took a deep breath.
At least, thanks to Yuria using the spell right away, my curiosity had been sowhat satisfied.
Without her, I’d have been left feeling extrely uneasy.
“Now, back to the plan. Let’s start with the Rabbit Tribe.”
I arrived at the settlent of the Rabbit Tribe.
At first glance, it was just an empty field—but this was where they lived.
All of them built their hos underground, so it wasn’t obvious from the surface.
The only sign was the manhole-like entrances scattered across the ground.
“As expected of the Rabbit Tribe. They’ve even made farms above their houses.”
They’d planted all sorts of vegetables—carrots, peppers—making it hard to tell the difference at first.
Truly impressive folks.
Each beastman race had its quirks, but the Rabbit Tribe’s housing customs were particularly hard to get used to.
Of course, I never intended to disrespect their culture.
“Oh, Guide!”
“Priest Brito. How have you been?”
“Thanks to your concern, I’ve been doing very well.”
“Is that so? I’m glad.”
Muscular. Bald. Massive.
This burly rabbit, who looked more like a warrior than a priest, was a priest from the Order of rcy who had migrated from the Holy City Saint to our territory.
To be exact, he was a priest-warrior—but outwardly, there wasn’t much difference between him and our knights.
Just looking at his bulging biceps and latissimus dorsi, he seed very much like one of our kind.
‘How strong is this guy, I wonder? Divine power feels different from aura, so it’s hard to tell.’
— Isn’t it common sense that a bald muscular guy is a powerhouse?
‘Well… true enough.’
He was probably no ordinary man.
The fact that the High Priest himself had suggested dispatching him here ant they believed he could survive in this region.
I didn’t expect great martial feats from priests—but the more capable warriors, the better.
‘Because a big event had gone off in Hawrun, we hadn’t been able to take proper care of them, but it seed they were doing well.’
Whether priest or warrior, they were Rabbit Tribe. They’d do fine no matter where you dropped them.
‘Is that so. Well…’
The ten priest-warriors who had followed Brito to resettle in our territory, and about three hundred Rabbit Tribe mbers, had settled into the Rabbit Tribe settlent as soon as they arrived.
And, as if it were only natural, they dug burrows and took up residence.
Even rabbits who had long lived among humans after leaving the Forest of Illusions showed no hesitation—Rabbit Tribe was Rabbit Tribe.
The Rabbit Tribe in our territory genuinely welcod the new family mbers, too.
“Seeing the tribe prosper like this makes feel full even if I don’t eat. I’m truly grateful.”
“Well, they’re residents of our territory now.”
I’d requested the priests be brought here, but I’d been distracted by other matters.
I felt a little guilty about that, but Brito instead thanked for governing the tribe well.
He said he was very pleased to see a thriving tribe.
‘Thriving, huh. Not quite at that level yet… huh?’
Then I quickly realized what Brito ant by thriving.
“Indoja!”
“Indoja!!!”
“Chowa! Chowa!”
Kids of the Rabbit Tribe crawled out of the manhole-like doors and all ran straight at .
‘I’d heard that many children were born over the winter… but this much?’
Beastman children grew faster than human children; after just a few months they could walk.
Though they only toddled, seeing what seed like three-digit numbers of children running toward the Guide screaming his na was a different kind of terror.
How many children had the Rabbit Tribe had?
‘Aww, they’re still warm.’
If you asked whether I felt bad, I’d say I actually felt good.
Both when I had lived on Earth and after being transmigrated here, I had never had so many kids rush at like this.
And they all seed to feel an almost mindless affection for .
Soone who hated that would be a strange person.
Children were always cute, and beastman children were cuter than human ones in so ways.
“You’ll just use this place?”
“Yes, this place is enough.”
After playing with the kids a bit, I headed to the shrine.
The shrine the Rabbit Tribe had built to honor Bestia.
It felt more like a small chapel than a shrine, but because the Rabbit Tribe were all satisfied, I’d left it be.
And the priest-warriors of the Order of rcy decided to use this place together.
“I like it very much. You even placed a Golden Pig Statue here.”
“Hmm, well. Yeah. There wasn’t anywhere else to put it. Maybe sowhere else—”
“No. Right now is perfect. That the pig tribe’s sacred relic was offered by the Rabbit Tribe is very moving.”
So they were proud and satisfied?
The Guide of the Rabbit Tribe had bullied the pig tribe and seized their sacred relic.
This guy, being a Rabbit Tribe mber, didn’t seem to hide his pig hatred.
‘Still, I’m glad they liked it.’
Given how busy things were, asking them to build a shrine would’ve worried , so I was relieved that they were satisfied with just this.
Moreover, they had actually used the animal statue I’d brought and even made a statue of the Goddess of rcy behind it.
Were there Rabbit Tribe stonemasons among those who migrated with them?
Their skill was impressive—no different in quality from the goddess statue I’d seen in the main shrine.
‘Indeed… is that Bestia?’
They’d also made a statue of Bestia, so calling it dual faith wasn’t a lie.
Bestia’s statue was of a beautiful female beastman with tiger ears, a tail, and spotted fur.
Yes. It faithfully represented the orally transmitted image of Lord Bestia.
Even the rabbit bastard acknowledged how well it was made, so that must be how beastn pictured Bestia.
‘A tiger beastman—she looks really strong.’
In this region beastn mainly worshipped Bestia, but in other regions many warriors worshipped her, too.
Apparently interspecies warriors especially liked Bestia; it seed she was a god loved by fighters.
“Spreading the faith among tribe mbers is going smoothly. Soon more of them will awaken to the faith.”
“Really? That’s wonderful news.”
“Plenty of at makes muscles strong. And the Guide personally gave them the Vitality Grass. It’s a perfect environnt to spread the faith.”
“Is that so?”
The spirit elixir they referred to was Vitality Grass.
I had introduced Vitality Grass to the residents, and the Rabbit Tribe were especially prone to follow my advice, so they were taking it habitually.
Perhaps the Rabbit Tribe were the only ones regardless of age or sex who took it continuously.
Human residents mainly took it for virility, so mostly n took it.
‘But how does this relate to faith? And this guy is a priest of the Order of rcy, right?’
I had no idea. Was faith in this world produced by muscles?
The Order of rcy didn’t strike as that type of religion.
But this was an unknown area I couldn’t control.
Only the priest-warriors could use divine power, so in this matter it was best to follow expert opinion.
“By the way. You’ve heard the news, right?”
“Ah, that matter. Yes, we’ve heard.”
“Since the Rabbit Tribe’s cooperation is critical to the operation, everyone must cooperate.”
“Of course, Guide. The Rabbit Tribe has completed all preparations.”
I hadn’t co here just to et the priests today.
In the operation that would start now, the Rabbit Tribe’s task would be the most crucial.
“The Rabbit Tribe will pierce tunnels through any obstacle.”
Indeed. I planned to use the Rabbit Tribe to tunnel through.
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