The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley” Chapter 128: A Reunion with the Scarlet Blade

~~Eight O’clock in the Afternoon, Eighteenth Day of the Fourth Month, Ninety-Fourth Year of the War Demon Calendar~~

Having received a ssage from Itsuki that Duncan had business with us, we decided to drop by the Adventurers’ Guild.

It was quite rare for Duncan to call for soone specifically like this. I also happened to have so free ti now despite being busy with many things, so I suppose the timing couldn’t be any better.

Once I got inside, I was t with yet another nostalgic individual. Oh, I see – Duncan must’ve called here for this.

Duncan shot a wink upon noticing that I had realized what was up, so I ordered us so drinks before walking up to the individual in question.

“It’s been a while, Sir Dallas.”

“Mm-hm.”

Here he was – Dallas the Scarlet Blade, a warrior who had fought alongside us against the Ogre King two years ago. He was a man of few words, the sa as ever, but what wasn’t the sa was his elevated abilities, as was apparent from a single look. As a top-notch warrior who had been promoted to Rank S at the sa ti as Bruce had, he looked as if he hadn’t aged up, but rather beca more refined as ever.

“Long ti no see, sir!”

“…Hello, Pochi.”

Should I be jealous that his greeting to her was longer than the one I’d gotten?

Well, I guess it didn’t matter either way – Pochi didn’t have a bad perception of Dallas, and that was what mattered. They did talk for a while on our way back from the battle back then, so that was probably how they’d gotten along.

“Ay~y, gim leg~♪”

Duncan served our order, but not before uttering a few words with… creepy implications to Pochi.

That was what I’d used to consider it as, anyway, but by now Pochi and I have gotten used to it. Dallas ignored that and held up his mug, prompting Pochi and to look at each other, and then raise our cups to toast.

It’s strange.

Despite how noisy the whole establishnt around us was, it felt as if Dallas had created and was living in his own, separate space. Not a party, but an individual – that was the impression I got. I had felt that to be the case for so ti now, of course, but that didn’t make it feel any less mysterious how he was like an unmixing color of paint.

In a sense, I’d been living in isolation up until relatively recently, so perhaps that made feel a level of affinity with him?

“…So, I heard you’ve got yourselves into trouble again.”

“Well, yes, a bit here and a bit there…”

I answered Dallas with a wry smile, prompting him to put down his mug and ponder things over.

That was unexpected… yes, ‘unexpected’ was the right word.

“First of all, I would like to thank you for rescuing Ryan.”

“…You two were acquainted, sir?”

As I answered, I was agape with surprise, and so was Pochi.

We turned to look at each other briefly, then turned back to Dallas.

“A long ti ago…”

“I see.”

Right, Ryan and Dallas should be around the sa age. Pretty sure they weren’t even a year apart, actually. But I’d never expected them to be acquainted. From how Dallas spoke, perhaps they’d been in the sa party or sothing of the sort?

“Haven’t been keeping up, but it’s good to know that he’s cald down at so point, at least…”

“…Are you sure we’re still talking about Sir Ryan?”

Dallas said nothing and only nodded.

The history of Ryan, the charismatic leading man of Faltown… I’ll admit that I’m quite curious.

However, I was sure that the topic at hand didn’t have anything to do with that. Considering how Dallas wanted to et with specifically, and how he rarely ca to Beilanea in the first place, I would assu that it was relatively urgent.

I was now all ready to listen, but then Dallas only raised his mug and took another drink.

Didn’t seem like he intended to start talking now. Pochi and I turned to look at each other again, then back at him.

“…This isn’t the right place.”

I see…? As far as I could think of, the only places where we could et were the Adventurers’ Guild and the Pochisley Agency, though.

Still, Duncan sending Itsuki to pass on the ssage to ant that the eting couldn’t be at the Agency. Was he avoiding… sothing?

I’d never set up a Telepathic Call with Dallas, so that was out, too. In the end, the only option left was here at the Guild.

So here we were, but he still can’t talk about it. Couldn’t we have t up at so different place, then?

No – this place does have its advantages for that, particularly in how people were always around. Could it be that… Dallas doesn’t trust ?

Hmm, doesn’t seem to be the case, judging from his reaction… but he did seem to be quite cautious.

And so, for a while, we sat and drank with Dallas while talking over so trivial matters.

Then at a certain point, he left the Adventurers’ Guild in sowhat of a hurry, but also without seeming suspicious. To others, it would seem as if he’d left for a walk to sober up. We followed him as he headed southeast.

Oh, if I rember correctly, this direction leads to…

-Just a mont before I could say anything, Pochi spoke the sa thing that I’d thought up instead.

“I knew it… the Colorful Food District!”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

As we walked on, we found ourselves going through the silent part of town, and after that the number of lanterns on the wayside gradually increased until it was as bright as dayti.

The townscape was wrapped in a harmony of bright colors, appetizing food, the scent of won, and the prominent presence of effeminate n.

So here we are at the Colorful Food District, and I’m already feeling the sharp stares from around , though not to the point of feeling like murderous intent.

…But of course. What the District’s got right now was two ‘human trafficking competitors’ walking down their street, smack dab in enemy territory. This sort of reaction was fully expected.

Dallas completely disregarded Pochi’s words and my reaction – didn’t even turn to respond to us.

He only walked straight on ahead. The destination must be sowhere around here… any second now.

Convincing myself of that, I grabbed Pochi by her tail as we followed Dallas.

It seed that, as Tangalán had said, everyone had already realized that I had returned. Maybe I should have taken off my glasses today… Betty had said that I’d be fine if I’d done that.

I’d tried taking them off for my first day back in town, and even the Silver trio actually stopped recognizing , so it probably worked out. Hmm, maybe they’d seen this current predicant of mine coming eventually.

“We’re here.”

Dallas said just that, without any other explanation.

The establishnts to both our sides were swarming with custors, and full of beautiful won on the other side of their caged windows. In Dallas’ front, however, was an unlit, practically abandoned shop. Well, no – straight-up abandoned. No way it’s still in business looking like that.

The Colorful Food District naturally changed popular trends over ti, so such establishnts weren’t exactly rare, but what could Dallas have to do with this kind of place?

We took the backstreet between this building and the store to the right, and then went around to the backside. What seed to be a dead-end housed a dried-out well, blocked off with so old planks.

Dallas proceeded to remove the planks and jumped down the hole.

“…We’re supposed to go in here, sir?”

“Well, Sir Dallas did already go on ahead, so…”

“I can tell that sothing’s gonna jump at us from there!”

“Yeah, like this one guy called Dallas the Scarlet Blade.”

“Huh?! How did you know?!”

Because he just went in there, doggo.

“Well, see ya on the other side!”

“Oh, for the love of God! I’d rather not do this, but… oh, well!”

I was the second to go down the well, and then Pochi followed. It wasn’t as deep as I’d expected – only about fifty to sixty ters, so I managed to land on my feet.

The air felt dense and sowhat lukewarm. Quite dank and prominent with the trademark ‘underground sll,’ too.

Pochi, despite managing to land softly on my head and shoulders, was spooked by Dallas’ fire-lit face and ended up toppling over.

Bah, so heavy. Wait… fire?

So this isn’t just so old well… huh?

As it turned out, the place seed more of a deliberately built underground passage. Candle stand-like protuberances, all lit, had been built in equal intervals on the wall. Oh, so that’s where the fire ca from.

“What is this place?”

“…Just follow .”

Pochi whispered.

Well excuuuuuse , princess! AM I NOT FOLLOWING HIM?!

We navigated through a complicated series of passages, went up a staircase along the way, then down again… Now this design would effectively deter the average trespasser.

I bet I wouldn’t be able to find my way back without Dallas’ guidance. I still could manage with the Teleportation spell, of course.

Eventually, Dallas ca to a stop at an unassuming location, with the path still going deeper in. Wait, is it just , or does the air here feel different?

“Oh, here we are.”

Pochi pointed her front paw at the wall, to which Dallas nodded.

He then drew his sword and poked it into a small scratch on the wall, triggering the chanism to open it up, complete with the rock friction noise.

“Ooh, hidden door… Cool…”

“Look, Master! A door!”

For the record, I did notice that before Pochi pointed it out.

With Dallas urging to go on ahead, I was rushed to the door by Pochi. Turning the heavy-looking tal doorknob, I then pulled it slowly.

…Hmm?

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong, Master?”

“…It’s locked?”

“…You push it.”

…I pushed it slowly.