Chapter 258: Wraths territory (6)
"I see, so that happened..."
Shanks nodded glancing at the still unconscious Corvus.
"By the way, is his health the reason why you didn't go straight to the avatar of wrath?"
He added pointing at the white-haired young man, who lost his glasses sowhere along the way to the city.
"Ha? No, why would you even ask that? It's literally has been over three months in the wilderness, killing monsters and eating monsters. No matter how good Zombie's cooking is, I wanted sothing normal."
Cranberry shrugged her shoulders and explained offhandedly.
"Oh. True."
The rat-faced man flinched and nodded after hearing such a normal response.
"Wait, you are able to cook?!"
Rotte flinched and stared at Zombie in disbelief.
"Always has been."
The blue undead smirked and pointed a finger gun at the warrior...
"...?"
But sadly there was no one there who could understand the reference.
"Still, with the sudden disappearance of the Lairs's girlfriend, we can assu that she will either go to warn the current avatar of wrath or leave to the capital to snitch on us right to the queen."
Cranberry picked the subject as if nothing was said and looked at the Dandelions on the other side of the table.
"...fuck ..."
The black-haired elf sitting by the corner sighed over a half-empty tankard of beer and sighed.
"..."
Cranberry glanced at her and furrowed her brows.
"Hey, it doesn't an that she lied to you or anything. It is kind of understandable that she would go report everything that happened to her superiors it was within my expectations at least."
She lightly shrugged her shoulders and tried to lift the elven mage's spirit.
"...then why didn't she said anything and just fucking vanished...? She probably used as fucking cover to gather information on you, young lady, or sothing fucked up like that..."
Lairs cried and downed the rest of her bear in one go.
"Oi! Waiter! Fucking...! Bring another round!"
Lairs raised the empty tankard and called at the staff hiding behind the bar counter.
"Whoa, Lai-lai, that's your fourth one, you're going too fast!"
Rotte flinched and pointed out.
"...Rotte, your sister is fucking heartbroken, can't you just shut up and keep her fucking company while she drowns herself in booze?"
The black-haired elf put her forehead against the table and sobbed.
"Lai-lai..."
Rotte sighed and pulled his chair closer to the elven mage and started massaging her back.
"Alright, it's drinking ti! I'll be sure to keep up with you!"
The warrior declared and grabbed his own tankard.
"Shanks! You too! we can't abandon Lai-lai in this situation, right?!"
He added looking at the rat-faced man.
"Of course not, but first...! Young lady, I think we need to have a talk about what happened in the tower of sloth."
Shanks raised his hand to stop his friend and instead turned towards the red-haired girl.
"Maybe tomorrow, all that happened today has tired out. We will talk tomorrow - don't go overboard and it will be fine."
She waved her hand dismissively and instead went upstairs together with her blue undead...
...
...
"This is insanity...!"
*WHAM*
Shanks groaned and slamd his head against the table so hard that the beer in his tankard spilled over.
"...ugh... you're telling ...? I just wanted to complete Arion's quest and have a single happy ending...! How co we get into a ss with so freak made out of light?!"
Mary groaned in response, half-laying on the table and waving her empty tankard around.
"It's bullshit! Did you hear what they said about our young miss?! They called her a failure?! I bet you that if not for those whole invisible walls protecting them, our young lady would destroy Patience!"
The rat-faced man declared and down the remaining beer in a few big gulps.
"They called the titan-class monsters trash and cannon fodders... like, what the hell are they even?! Of course, they would win! Patience is a scam!"
Mary cried and slamd her tankard a few tis against the table.
"...here..."
That was taken as a signal for the trembling waitress to co and serve the two of them the next round of drinks.
It was already late into the night and the rat-faced man and the brown-haired heroine were the only guests left in the dining part of the King's Apple - everyone else from their group - followed the red-haired villainess and the blue-skinned corpse puppet's example and left to rooms hurriedly prepared by the staff, leaving the last two to drown their anger and anxiety in alcohol.
"I hope that she won't get discouraged or sothing!"
Shanks sighed and took a sip of the newly arrived beer.
"Whaat...?! No way! Cranberry is cool! She won't be scared or so adnis-adminish-administrator's privileges bullshit...! She the besht...! Even though she was only a backstory character in the ga I've seen in my dreams!"
Mary cried, hugging the tankard instead of drinking from it.
"...huh...? What ga? What dreams? What, don't tell that now you will co out and start talking about so evil sche or secret you've had harbored all this ti?!"
The rat-faced man rolled his eyes and complained before taking another sip.
"Nooo...! It's not like that...!"
Mary cried and shook her head wildly from side to side.
"It's just since I was little, I kept having those really weird dreams - I would always see so kind of a flat box and on its surface, there will be images playing - it was as if I was spectating soone interacting with those images - and that was supposed to be a ga..."
She explained while holding back her drunken sobs.
"...sounds crazy to ..."
Shanks raised his brows and shook his head, clearly too intoxicated to pay any actual attention to what the heroine was saying.
"...uuuu.... you, you want to hear the really crazy part?"
Mary sniffled and raised her head just enough so she could suck a bit of the beer from the tankard.
"That ga that I saw was literally about this world, about all of us! I've seen Zombie, Arion, Claymore, Roan, Mason, Corvus - all the capture targets, their routes, and how to seduce them and all! But! The villainess in that ga wasn't Cranberry, it was Mason's older sister that was stealing the good looks from an elf!"
She frowned and started drinking the beer by putting her face into the tankard instead of raising the tankard to her face.
"But that's impossible, right? I an, I've learned that Mason's sister died in her childhood... no, wait... maybe that's one of the things that changed after the system reset that Cranberry was talking about before...?"
The brown-haired girl suddenly straightened her back and stared in the distance with foggy eyes.
"Hey...! Hold up for a mont! What's with this blatant injustice...?! You just basically listed nas of all the guys with connection to every main family but with the exception of soone from my Sloth family! Why is that? Huh?! Do you think that we are worse or sothing?!"
Shanks got angry and slamd his hand against the table while glaring furiously at the brown-haired girl.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...! It's just my dream! Kind sir, why do you have to get so mad? I didn't have any control over what I dream about! I think there was sothing about the Sloth family - but it was about it being available as sothing called a post-ga content!"
Mary backed off and raised her hands in surrender.
"Post-ga? What the hell is that supposed to be?"
The rat-faced man grumbled and laid down on the table.
"How am I supposed to know? There was no explanation provided in the dream!"
The brown-haired heroine scoffed and leaned back in her chair.
"..."
Shanks didn't answer to that, he fell asleep with his head and both arms - one still holding onto the tankard - on the table.
"...huuu... such a lightweight...! Just like in that ga! Just so you know, this night drinking was one of the requirents to get you as my... party... mbe... *suuuuuu*"
Mary emptied her tankard and laughed at the knocked-out man, but not even ten seconds later, she herself fell asleep as if soone flipped a switch inside her head and turned off the lights.
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