Chapter 100 (1/2)

Not sure about some of the names, I also can't remember when they were introduced.

Because I don't know if I can win or not.

[I see... was that the last boss? ...]

I mutter as I sit on the bed

I front of me is the Shaman who lost his head, also ready to protect me is Leiha and her glorious posterior.

Claura is still firmly clinging to my left arm

[Crick crick]

Lade continues to impale the thing that came from the Shaman’s head - I probably should, provisionally, call it dark beast bug - it was releasing vapor and shrinking and then it disappeared.

[It’s alright now...]

[ahhh]

I whispered to Claura as she laid face down and gently caressed (in a non lewd way) her back

She flipped over separating from my hand.

[It’s okay now, that thing already disappeared]

[A-ah yes, is that so?]

She was checking her surroundings with a red face, but as soon as she looked at the gruesome body of the Shaman her face turned pale

[Urrrg...]

[Why don’t you rest for a bit?]

[Y-yeah...]

Her face turned red once again, she let go of my robe which until a moment ago was firmly holding.

[F-for me to lost my composure... I-I beg your pardon]

What is she on about?, she said that as she straighten the wrinkles on her robe with both hands.

Seeing her like that is kind of lovely, even the terror I felt just a moment ago is starting to fade. I never expected for Claura to have such a healing effect on me.

Certainly the brief moment I hear the “voice” of the “dark beast king” was frighteningly, but after the connection was severed, surprisingly, the impression he left was rather weak. It’s as if suddenly waking from a nightmare.

[Mistress]

Leiha started cleaning the blood and chunks of brain off Claura’s hair and body, how gallant of her.

Lately it seems that Leiha has given priority to helping Claura on her daily life, more so than me... Well, as someone who was brainwashed into loyalty, waking her own free will is certainly welcome.

[Hey!]

[Ouch!]

And then with nod, the annoyed Lade kicked me with the tip of his military boots on my back. Hey... isn’t he putting a little too much force there?

[What’s with that carefree att.i.tude of yours? Did that guy tell you anything before dying?]

[T-that’s right]

[Dark beast king? There’s rumors he exists somewhere...]

[Rumors huh? ...]

I asked the jailer of Fort.i.tude Castle to handle the corpse of the Shaman, meanwhile we gathered in another room.

The words I listened to with the ESP medal, the images that surfaced right at the end, and also the “voice” I heard at the deepest part of his mind.

As I explained all that, Lade was grumbling without saying anything.

[Ah ... the elder council might know more about this]

In a surprisingly dignified manner he made a wry face while crossing his arms.

I got that feeling before, that there’s such differences in status between the upper bra.s.s of the War Tribe and the ones doing the actual work.

[About this dark beast king, is possible he’s the one manipulating from behind the scenes all of the cultists (demonists).]

[We... is he the one manipulating the tribe (High Cross)? making us live under a scheme?]

[I’m afraid that might be the case, And what does he intend by targeting me by name?]

As things were, until recently we only had some vague guesses as to what was going on, but with the information we got now we have a firmly grasp of the situation.

The situation with baron Cobal and the priest and the dark beast king ordering the Schutlz’s Shaman to deal with me, it all makes sense.