CHAPTER 36 – ESTEED SWORD SAINT INN
“There exists a being characterized as a great disaster. It reappears every few decades, wreaking havoc over the globe and satisfying its lust for tyranny. The Falgaro, a Magic Beast akin to a Gai, is the na given to this being. It is stated that in the past, all of the major nations’ knights would band together, and if not, all of a country’s armies would be dispatched to battle it. It is also believed that with the help of the gods, powerful chosen ones from other worlds were summoned to defeat it. All of those triumphs, however, would co at the cost of nurous sacrifices.”
“Gust of Wind, a four-man party, brought down the Falgaro that appeared about 15 years ago. The party consisted of the Hero Foldia, the Saintess Iriem, the Great Sage Astard, and the man known as the strongest swordsman, the Sword Saint Estert. It is stated that without those four, the world would not have gained peace. They are known as the Four Heroes because of their accomplishnt in protecting the humans and the other races from disaster with minor casualties.”
“Due to his self-sacrifice, the Sword Saint Estert is the most popular of the four heroes. Sword Saint Estert’s dedication to sacrificing his life in order to defeat the Falgaro, in addition to doing so for the sake of the people of this world, as well as the testimonies of the returned hero, Foldia, which state that they wouldn’t have been able to win without him, have made his na well-known throughout the continent. Nowadays, there are many songs and poems glorifying Estert, even more than those praising the Hero Foldia, who killed the Falgaro personally. That’s why there are also a number of adventurers that admire him and strive to be just like him.”
After telling Estert’s narrative, Jonahim cut his speech short.
I want to hide sowhere…
That was rc’s genuine reaction to Jonahim’s narrative. rc had just lived and died, nothing more. It hadn’t been sothing noble like doing it for the sake of the world or the people. rc had rely acted rashly in order to protect her companions.
She had simply done it, believing she was better qualified to die than Foldia. rc was definitely not the type of person that the people were making her out to be. And she was fully aware of that.
“Jonahim, is the hero still doing well?”
“My Master? Sure is. He’s quite gung-ho. He appears almost as young as , despite the fact that he is approaching his forties.”
“I see…”
rc was surprised to learn that Foldia appeared to be so young, but she was relieved to learn that he was doing well. She swore that she would definitely let him have a piece of her mind if she ever t him. True, rc had urged him to praise her, but she hadn’t anticipated it to get this bad.
“It’s still hard for to believe that you haven’t heard of Mr. Estert. I suppose elves are just a bunch of country bumpkins.” Elea stated, blaming rc for her lack of knowledge.
“I got it, I got it. So could you please stop talking about him…” rc didn’t mind it, but every ti she heard Elea utter ‘Mr. Estert,’ her entire body began to itch uncontrollably.
It made rc wonder how Elea would react once she found out that rc was in fact her esteed Sword Saint Estert.
I can’t let anyone know about my past.
As rc followed Jonahim, she made the decision that she would never expose her past in order to protect Elea, who admired Estert.
Human houses began to appear one after another as the group moved further away from the Forest of Illusion, and shortly a familiar landscape appeared before rc’s eyes.
They finally reached the City of Ende.
Whoa. This weapon shop is still here! Oh! Wasn’t that restaurant quite good?!
rc finally arrived at a familiar inn after admiring the surroundings and familiar buildings that she hadn’t seen in 15 years. It was the inn she had frequented while she was still known as Estert. However, upon laying eyes on the inn known as the Esteed Sword Saint Inn. She imdiately thought…
I want to hide sowhere…
(This chapter is provided to you by Re:Library)
(Please visit Re:Library to show the translators your appreciation and stop supporting the content thief!)
The Esteed Sword Saint Inn was a typical inn, with an old-fashioned ambiance and a modest size. It was just like rc rembered it, and the inn itself hadn’t changed all that much in the past 15 years.
However, there was a problem. The na Esteed Sword Saint Inn was grandiosely engraved at the entrance, and a gorgeous statue stood directly next to it. The statue depicted a man with a majestic expression, his two swords boldly pointing to the sky1.
The fact that rc had never been able to produce such a face throughout her ti as Estert proved that the statue had been exaggerated. However, based on the statue’s various distinguishing qualities, it was evident that it was a statue of Estert.
I want to hide sowhere. Are they seriously expecting to go inside there?
Estert’s soul inside rc reacted negatively to the sudden shock it had experienced. rc began to wonder if seeing the statue every ti she entered the inn was so form of punishnt. What in the world had she done to deserve this?
“What are you doing? Hurry up and co inside.”
“I-I’m coming…”
Jonahim, unaware of rc’s feelings, beckoned her inside. rc had no choice but to step inside after failing to avoid the party’s suspicious gazes.
That b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲… He won’t get away with just a piece of my mind. I’ll let him have one for sure!
rc swore to herself as she passed by the statue of Estert.
“Oh my, it’s nice to see you Jonahim. Did you finish your mission?”
As soon as the group walked into the inn, a woman at the reception desk called out to them. rc recognized the woman’s voice and dug through her mories to discover that she had worked as a waitress at the inn. She had just recently beco an adult and appeared naive at the ti, but she now exuded a strong presence.
The way she spoke to Jonahim and the other suggested that she was used to such circumstances.
Well, it’s been 15 years… It’s no surprise that she’s grown into a beautiful lady.
The waitress, who had been 14 at the ti and resembled an adorable animal, had matured into a beautiful woman. If only her breasts had been bigger, she would have been rc’s perfect type.
The waitress turned to look at rc with interest as rc approached the counter while examining the waitress’ breasts.
“Oh my, quite an unusual face we have here… He’s brought in another beauty.”
The waitress mistook rc for yet another beautiful girl since her pointed ears, which were a trait of the elves, were hidden under her blond hair.
rc bowed slightly and responded after hearing the waitress address her.
(This chapter is provided to you by Re:Library)
(If you are reading this from other sites, that ans this content is stolen. Please support us by visiting our site.)
“Hello, my na is rc. I’m currently accompanying this group due to so circumstances.”
“Is that so? It makes wonder how Jonahim manages to be surrounded by only pretty won… Jonahim, do you have a peculiar scent about you or sothing?”
“What? I sll?”
Jonahim said this before sniffing his arms. His innocence was being exposed in all its glory.
“Well, let’s just leave it at that. rc was it? I’m this inn’s landlady. My na is Luzei.”
“Oh…”
Now I rember.
rc managed to swallow the words just as they were about to exit her mouth.
“Hm? Did sothing happen?”
“I-It’s nothing. By the way, what happened to the landlord? Where is Binard?”
“Huh? You know Binard? He is currently out buying groceries.”
“I see.”
By attempting to change the subject, rc had unwittingly dug her own grave. Luzei, on the other hand, hadn’t questioned it because she wasn’t aware that rc was an elf. Which was why she had continued as well.
“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you knew Mr. Binard, rc.”
On the other hand, Jonahim and the others thought it was unusual. All three of them cast dubious glances towards rc.
“I-I found out about Mr. Binard because a friend of mine who has visited this inn stated he owed him a favor.”
It was a truly la excuse. If you poked it, you’d find a slew of holes. Jonahim, on the other hand, rely nodded at rc’s explanation due to his inability to doubt people.
“I see. Mr. Binard is truly a nice husband, isn’t he?”
“You won’t get anything out of praising him.”
Luzei stated, a big smile on her face.
Wait… Pops Binard was in his thirties at the ti. Or was it his late thirties?
“M-Miss Luzei, could you perhaps be married to…”
“Hm? That’s right. Binard is my husband.”
“I see…”
Age is just a number I guess.
Reviews
All reviews (0)