V7C160 (1/2)

(160) Martial arts competition for Haru and the others 3

Translator: Tseirp

“I heard that you guys were attacked by somebody and suffered severe injuries but — ”

In a room of a certain inn in the Cat Sith village.

When she went to that room after hearing that Jofre and Elize had suffered serious injuries, Haurvatat instead saw Jofre and Elize chatting and an angry Mikke.

“It’s not a joke nya! I requested for your help because I heard you guys were strong but you guys won’t do with that ability nya! Stella, is this your doing nya?”

“I didn’t do anything nya!”

Stella strongly denied Mikke’s doubtful gaze as he was close to bursting out in anger.

“What’s going on in the first place? From what I can see, your legs are injured though.”

Jofre and Elize. The both of them had bandages wrapped around their legs.

Even if they drank potions, it would be easy to tell if they were injured. Drinking potions will encourage recovery but for cases like broken bones, it would take at least a few days for it to fully mend.

If it is to be healed immediately, then it would require the Healing Magic of a Practitioner but the number of Practitioners is extremely small and among the Cat Siths, there are even fewer individuals who have been promoted to that job. Apparently, there is only one — the attendant of the attendant of the current first prince, Mikke and Stella’s brother.

To become an Apprentice Practitioner, one must raise his Commoner level. Defeating monsters or paying taxes is required to gain Commoner experience points. However, in the Cat Sith village, the concept of taxes doesn’t exist in the first place and there are few workers too so the number of Cat Siths playing around as Commoners is extremely small.

“We were pinned under the table you know. Hah, I’m beat. The table was surprisingly heavy. It will take me 3 days to completely recover from the bone fracture.”

“I was seriously shocked you know. So shocked that even my hiccups stopped. For me, 2 days to fully recover.”

The two of them explained with a tone as though there wasn’t any problem with it.

Haurvatat was just a little curious. The tables in the Cat Sith village were made of wood. She wondered if getting pinned under a wooden table would cause such a serious injury.

“Why did the table break? You mentioned that they were attacked so were cuts made onto the table to make it break?”

“No, that’s not it. We were given a sumptuous meal from the people supporting the tournament. Then, just as we were about to dig in, Centaur entered from outside — ”

“And jumped onto the table. Centaur’s heavy so the table legs broke.”

“And that’s how the bones in our legs broke as well.” (TL: Lol those rare medals really gave Centaur the pounds.)

Haurvatat had nothing to say towards Jofre’s lame joke. Stella sighed and,

“It clearly has nothing to do with us nya. More importantly, did you request Maru-oniichan to treat them nya?”

“I did nya. But he told me that Potch has to administer Healing Magic for the tournament tomorrow and the day after tomorrow so he must rest nya … haa, so I have to compete with three people right off the bat … it’s already impossible nya.”

Mikke entered a solemn mood on his own.

“But that is not the only problem nya. After investigating, it was found that within the food that was prepared for the two of them — there was a couple of hundred times of a lethal dose of poison, enough to kill even a dragon, inside their food nya. We checked the Cat Siths who carried the food over and it seemed like they had been placed under hypnotic magic nya. It was clearly an attempted murder nya. If the criminal is part of Stella side’s participants, you will be disqualified for that reason nya!”

He gave a daring smile.

“We won’t do such a thing nya!”

Stella bellowed in anger but Haurvatat was startled.

“Then, Centaur-san who ate that food — !”

In that circumstance, that was the first time Haurvatat raised her voice. Even if it was a donkey, Haurvatat thought of it as a companion who challenged a labyrinth together with them once.

“Ah, that donkey —”

Mikke gave a deep sigh as if he was fatigued to the depth of his soul.

That figure made them imagine the worst scenario.

Then, Mikke spoke with heavy words.