CHAPTER 16 – THE HERO’S DISCIPLE
As the adventurers strolled by, rc casually watched them and noted that their gear was all of the highest quality. Her eyes, on the other hand, ca to a halt when she passed Jonahim, as if she had rembered sothing.
Since she first saw him in the Chief’s mansion, rc had had an uneasy feeling about him. That feeling was focused on Jonahim’s sword rather than him.
“Jonahim. How did you obtain that sword?”
rc looked Jonahim up and down with a harsh expression on her face the instant she noticed it.
That was because the sword had no business being here in the first place.
“What? Oh, this sword. Do you happen to know what this sword is?”
Jonahim asked, laying his palm on the sword’s handle with a careless smile, unaware of rc’s stern look. The sword’s handle showed signs of wear, indicating that it had been handled extensively.
“There’s no way an elf who is completely ignorant of the outside world would know. It isn’t just her. Without seeing it, no one would imagine that this tattered scrap of tal is the Hero’s Sword.”
“The Hero’s Sword?”
In response to Elea’s breakout, rc just tilted her head in bewildernt. That sword hadn’t been nad that during rc’s ti, according to what she recalled.
Although the man wielding it did have the right to declare himself a hero. And rc had addressed him as “Hero” as well. That’s how she used to address Foldia.
“The Hero Foldia… He and his party overca a major calamity 15 years ago and erged victorious. This is the sword he was wielding at the ti. That is why it is known as the Hero’s Sword.”
“… Why do you have it?”
Jonahim revealed the origins of the sword, but that was not what rc wanted to know.
She was taken aback to learn that Foldia had been acclaid as a hero, but what piqued her attention even more was Jonahim’s possession of Foldia’s sword. rc was concerned that sothing had happened to Foldia in the previous 15 years.
“Why do I have this sword you ask? That’s simple. Foldia gave it to .”
“… HUH? The hero gave it to you?”
Jonahim’s words were hard for rc to believe.
After all, Foldia was the one they were discussing.
The man who valued his sword and shield more than a lady or even food had handed his sword over to another.
It was the equivalent of a king giving up the crown to a peasant.
Did that b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲ go crazy?
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rc was completely flabbergasted.
“Is it really that surprising? Foldia, you see, is my Master. As a reward for becoming his disciple, he handed his sword.”
As he saw rc struggle to recover from the shock, Jonahim stated with a concerned expression.
“The Hero’s disciple… That guy beca a master?”
“… That guy?”
“You really are one lucky fellow Jonahim! With the Hero being your master and all!”
Elea said, butting into the conversation just as Jonahim had been intrigued by rc’s oblique words.
Elea was undoubtedly jealous that they were enjoying a lovely conversation alone.
rc, on the other hand, paid her no heed.
*I don’t get it… *
In other words, the Hero took on a disciple and congratulated him on his inauguration by handing over his sword to him… That hero did?
I suppose 15 years can truly change a person…
When rc gave it so more thought, she concluded that Foldia, who had been much younger at the ti, was probably in his thirties at this point. He was currently older than Estert had been at the ti.
In contrast, Estert had beco entirely accustod to his life as a female elf during the past 15 years. At the very least, that was one explanation for the current predicant.
“I understand your fascination with Jonahim’s sword, but what’s the deal with that wooden stick? Are you really planning on using that?”
rc, who had been buried in her thoughts, ca to when Elea asked. rc then quickly shifted her sight to Elea, then to the wooden stick slung around her waist.
“Oh, this? It’s simply for self-defense. Elves, you see, aren’t allowed to carry weapons until they’re adults.”
“Hmph, is that so? Wait… you’re not an adult?”
“When elves beco 16, they are considered adults.”
“What? Do you an you’re not 16?”
“I’m 14. Although, from a human’s perspective, I’m already an adult.”
“F-Fourteen…”
When Elea learned rc’s age, she took a timid step back.
Elea had yet to reveal her age, but rc assud it was between 17 and 18. Elea was the sa height as rc, who was abnormally tall for her age.
“14… So tall…”
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Luka, who had been listening closely to the two of them, looked at rc with a puzzled expression. Luka and Elea were probably about the sa age, although rc was clearly taller than Luka. That fact must have sowhat bothered Luka.
“Whoa. If you’re this tall when you’re just 14 then that ans you’ll probably grow so more. For a girl, you’re definitely going to grow rather tall.”
With his arms folded, Jonahim, who was much taller than rc, comnted. Because rc had been a man in a past life, she would prefer to be tall rather than short if given the choice.
“Still, with only that stick, you’ll be pretty unreliable. I guess it’s still better than having nothing, though… What types of Magic Beasts may be found on the mountain?”
“Not many Magic Beasts appear on this mountain. Even if sothing does appear, it will most likely be a Belbit.”
“Is that so? So, this is the ideal ho for the Ghezo Velche and the Velches then.” Jonahim remarked.
“How did they end up here in the first place? Isn’t the elf village surrounded by the Forest of Illusion? You shouldn’t be permitted to enter unless you’re an elf or have been granted permission, right?”
Elea was absolutely correct. The spirits lived in the forest around the elf village, commonly known as the Forest of Illusion.
No one would be allowed to pass through unless they were an elf, the race cherished by the spirits, or had their consent. Even if they did enter, they would wander aimlessly around the forest until they returned to the beginning.
As a result, rc’s mother stood guard at the barrier not to keep an eye out for invaders, but to grant access to anyone who had business with the elf village.
“Could this not apply to Magic Beasts?”
Jonahim asked.
“You’re right. After all, there are Belbits and stuff…”
Elea nodded in agreent.
“This isn’t correct. Any Magic Beast with malicious intentions will be barred from entering. That is why there aren’t many Magic Beasts on the mountain.”
Despite the fact that Luka had stayed silent until now, she spoke up to explain things to Jonahim and Elea before rc could.
“Malicious intentions? Don’t all Magic Beasts have those?” Jonahim asked.
“I read it in a book once. There are two types of Magical Beasts: those that attack their own and those that don’t. That’s why the Belbit was allowed to pass.”
“Oh, I see. Velches attack humans on their own, but Belbits won’t attack until we agitate them first… So, how precisely did the Velches get in?”
“They flew.”
“… What? OH!”
“They’re called Winged Wolves. They have wings. They flew over the forest.”
It sounded pretty convincing when thought about, but it wasn’t sothing that sprang to mind quickly.
Three years ago, the elves, like the three of them, had racked their brains for a while until they found the solution.
And if they hadn’t seen one of the Velche flying, they probably wouldn’t have believed it was possible.
“I see. So you can fly over the Forest of Illusion. That’s good to know.”
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Jonahim exclaid.
“You’re right. It’s also worth noting that Velche can fly across large distances. I’ve only seen them do those half-a̲s̲s̲e̲d̲ jumps of theirs when I hunt them.”
Elea said.
“They only need to fly when escaping or fighting, after all.”
Luka added.
The three of them conversed, exchanging newly acquired knowledge and planning for the approaching fight. As rc stood there watching them, she was reminded of her days as an adventurer, and she was a little envious of the three of them.
“… Sir and sdas. You may keep talking if you want, but we’re about to enter the mountain. We’ll never know when a Magic Beast may appear, so be on the lookout.”
rc had been hesitant to provide counsel to the skilled adventurers, but she had done it in the end.
After all, this wasn’t the sa mountain rc had visited countless tis as a kid. It had transford into a haven for powerful Magic Beasts. A genuine beast den.
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