169 167 Black Tiger Power (1/2)
Lumina uttered an outrageous word.
”What if I told you that if you kill me, you can evolve?
”Kill Master Lumina?
”I'm talking about what happened. What are we gonna do?
”I won't kill you.”
Fran responds instantly.
That would be so. Certainly evolution is Fran's goal, but it is also to regain the pride of a species called the Black Cat Clan. I couldn't have said I wanted to evolve until I took the lives of my predecessors.
Besides, Diaz has stabbed me with a goose telling me not to kill the Dungeon Master. Well, I don't think it's the kind of guy we could kill.
If I could kill him, he would be certified a traitor by the Alliance. Even in that sense, we couldn't kill Lumina.
”Right... right. I guess I'd say so. It's so similar.”
”Hmm?”
”No, it's about this one. I'm sorry, ask a weird question. But that's not all I can tell you...”
What the hell was the question now? Could it really be that if we kill Lumina, we can evolve? No, I don't think so. Then you shouldn't be able to put that into words in itself. But would you ask a meaningless question? Do you have any evolutionary tips on the question right now?
Like taking the lives of my countrymen, the Black Cats, is a condition of evolution? Or, dungeon master? No, we've defeated the Goblin Dungeon Master before. Is it different to say that you will defeat the Dungeon Master?
Um, I don't know.
”See, tea.”
Lumina pours me some tea from her hand to comfort the fainted Fran. And he told me stories about him in the Black Cat settlement and when he was younger. If it's not about evolution, it seems we can talk.
It was 500 years ago, before Lumina was still a dungeon master, but by then, the Black Cats could naturally evolve and they were on a par with the rest of the species. No, rather, there were even words like I could have followed the other beasts. I can't seem to get into the details of the area.
You have no idea the scope of God's pledge of chaos right now. When I listened further, I seemed unable to talk about matters relating to evolution, and why God had laid shackles on the Black Cat tribe, around it.
Still, in 500 years, the Black Cat information will be forgotten so far? Though there are hundreds of years of living elves and so on, and it seems like it would be better to have a story longer than Earth. Even the fact that it was evolving has been forgotten. Is this also God's work? I'd like to talk to an elf or something.
Later, though we didn't know the terms of evolution in the end, we're both from the same family we met a long time ago. The story bounced, and at the end of the day, we were smiling at each other.
”Well... there's one thing I'd like to ask of you, Lord. Is that good?
”Mm-hmm. Anything.”
”Ha. What, it's not hard. I need a message from Diaz.”
”Diaz? Not Orrell?
”Mm-hmm. See you at Diaz. Will you tell him to keep his word?
”Okay.”
”On the contrary, do you have any wishes from the Lord? I'll do whatever I can.”
”Wish?”
”Uhm.”
That's what Lumina told me, and Fran thought it over. I guess it's disappearing after all the floating around.
Master?
'You just have to do what Fran wants. I'm saying anything's fine, and you just have to say what comes to mind.'
”Okay.”
”Have you made up your mind?
”Mmm.”
Fran nods cocklessly at Lumina's inquiry. And with a caged eye of fighting spirit, I told him quietly.
”I'd like to ask for a hand job.”
”Ho.”
”Show me the power of the Black Tiger.”
A mock fight with a strong opponent was a franc-like wish. Besides, you want to feel its strength on your skin before you go for it.
In response to such a franc, Lumina laughed heartily and joyfully.
”It would be good. My power, let me show you! Wait a minute. Come and get ready.”
”Mmm.”
”Until then, this is the Lord's opponent. I like to say whatever.”
What appeared with Lumina's words were dolls dressed like deacons. It's a wooden doll used by Desan or something.
The doll poured tea into Fran's cup, courtesy of a smooth motion no different from that of a human.
”Thanks.”