episode_0129
by fnovelpia[Free the Fox that Brings Misfortune]
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There is no moderation in misfortune.
It’s a saying that a little pink fox in a foggy valley holds in a corner of her heart.
The fox girl has no name. She doesn’t even have a name, which is what a person should have, so the only words used to refer to her are derogatory terms.
Tuesday, the day of disaster.
Hongho, who brings misfortune.
Just because she was pink, she had to bear all sorts of false accusations. She was looked down upon by her own kind and could not even eat properly. In order to survive, she had to play tag, risking her life.
Even though she did the right thing, all she got in return was scolding, so the girl was no different from a hated fox cub.
But the girl didn’t care.
The girl who only knew misfortune did not know what ‘good’ was. For the fox girl, being looked down upon was a natural part of her daily life and a burden she had to bear.
You, who came to find that fox girl, were truly a stroke of luck for the girl.
He carefully combed the pink tail that he had thought was a brand and gave the nameless girl a pretty name.
The ugly fox girl’s name is Rin.
Lin learned what affection is.
A beloved girl learns to grow beautifully. The little child grows up, learns how to smile, enjoy the taste of food, and learns how to play.
Overcoming countless hardships and adversities, nourished by your love, she blossomed like a flower, and the once fragile girl was reborn as a full-fledged gumiho.
Although it caused accidents and many problems, the fact remains that it was an expression of affection towards a loved one.
The girl overcomes her misfortune and is able to determine her own destiny.
The fox girl’s name is Rin.
A nine-tailed fox who twists fate.
That day, you twisted the fate of the gumiho.
You were the girl’s four leaf clover.
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Lin’s liberation level is 100%.
Reward: 50,000pt will be paid.
[Soul Shackles] skill is strengthened.
[Generous Master] skill is greatly enhanced.
Acquired a new skill [Animal Lover].
※There is additional compensation.
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The king of monsters, the fox god, the nine-tailed fox.
The absolute is always lonely.
One, you made the nine-tailed fox, who had been looking only at the rising, turn around and reach out to give him the warmth of friendship.
Even if the meeting is brief, a precious relationship is not easily broken.
The nine-tailed fox winks at you with affection.
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Obtain a new item: ‘Dice that Twists Fate’.
Item Effect: Roll the dice. The power of the Nine-Tailed Fox twists your fate in proportion to the number on the dice. The higher the number, the more good luck you will have. If the number is below a certain value, misfortune will come.
(This item can be reused 7 days after use.)
[Free the main slaves completely. Current value 3/5]
Every time I see the liberation completion window, I feel it again, but it feels really good. It feels like I’m doing an all-in collection. It feels like I’m doing an achievement.
I closed the screen and looked closely at the dice in my hand.
The dice that twists fate.
An active item, not a passive, obtained by completely liberating Lin. It is a dice the size of a regular icosahedron.
The pink base resembles the fur color of a nine-tailed fox, and the numbered fan homes are a mixture of sunlight and moonlight from the odd eyes, creating a dreamy twilight color.
‘It’s definitely you.’
The higher the number on the dice, the more luck you will have, and the lower the number, the more misfortune you will have. It was like the dice you roll when playing TRPG.
I have used it before.
I had a rough idea of what the item was, but seeing is believing. I needed to figure out exactly how good and bad luck would come.
So that you can decide whether to use it or not at important moments.
The first time I used dice was when I left Vestia and arrived at the next city.
The number that came up when the dice were rolled was three. If it were a hexagonal dice, it would be a normal size, but if there were 20 numbers, it would be a different story.
There was no shortage of misfortune to come, and the result was being robbed at the city’s checkpoints.
It was because the knight who was gnashing his teeth at the slave trader happened to be cracking a nut at the checkpoint during his off-duty period.
I gave him money because he told me to choose between turning it over or turning it off. When I gave him money, he gave me options I didn’t have before. The only money he took was 30 gold.
That kid made more than his monthly salary on his password, you piece of shit.
The next time I rolled the dice was when a noble lady was passing by in a carriage and tried to call me into her house.
I guess he liked me quite a bit, but I didn’t really like it. I’m not the type that’s particularly interesting unless you’re a slave.
But how could a commoner refuse the order of a noble lady? If he had told his escort knight, ‘Kill that bastard,’ he would have lost his life.
I could have escaped with the Hide Robe, but honestly, I can’t stand gambling. The situation had finally come, so I rolled the dice again.
So it came out as 12.
It was a pretty high number.
As a result, the incident ended with Yeong-ae’s sudden poop. Without even a thought for me, she disappeared into the Ppuddadot mansion with the escort knight.
It was unfortunate for others, but it was fortunate for me because I was the one who was affected.
In other words, the current situation can be easily resolved if the dice numbers come out well.
‘What if a low number appears?’
Gambling is always my future self’s responsibility, not my present self.
Of course, even if 1 comes out, it is only to the extent that the level of misfortune increases, and it does not mean that the world will end or anything. It is completely surmountable.
It’s a gamble worth taking.
“Are you lucky, Son?”
“I… I don’t really know. It doesn’t seem particularly good or bad.”
“You can interpret that it’s good luck. Then, Miss Assis… no.”
“… … .”
Well, if you were lucky, you wouldn’t have been caught by the dragon.
“I’ll let you roll it.”
“Huh? Wasn’t it supposed to be handed over to me here?”
“I was just asking. Why are you passing this fun stuff on to someone else?”
I can only do it once a week.
Even if I do it normally, I feel anxious, so when else would I do it if not now?
Perka looks at me as if he finds it ridiculous, but I will never let him go even if I look at him like that.
“Okay, then throw it?”
I rolled the dice high.
The dice that had been spinning in the air fell to the floor.
Rolling dice.
Then it stops immediately.
Let’s see. The dice numbers are… .
“Chilimda.”
“It’s seven.”
The dice flash with twilight.
When the light died down, the dice were gone. This meant that the dice had exerted their power to twist my fate.
“What the hell was that just now?”
“Please wait, you will get a response soon.”
On a dice that goes up to 20, 7 may not be high, but it’s not necessarily bad.
It’s Lucky Seven, right?
Just like the Joker is a wild card in Trump, wouldn’t a 7 be a hidden reward even if it’s a low number?
Kyaaaa …
The response came immediately.
A deafening noise.
As we stepped out of the tent, a huge black shadow appeared on the ground. A number of flying objects were flying overhead. A flock of wyverns were flying overhead.
“Wow, it’s a wyvern!”
“Eek? Why are those monsters here?!”
“Turn off the lights now!”
The dwarves hastily sprinkled snow to put out the fire, wrapped their heads tightly, and lay face down on the ground.
“Mr. Karami! What the hell did you do! A wyvern suddenly fell from the sky!”
“It’s falling down. It’s flying well.”
“Is this the time to joke?!”
If there is a drake on the ground, there is a wyvern in the sky.
The wyvern, a cousin of the dragon, is also called the tyrant of the sky, taking the place of the dragon, who lives in seclusion in the lair like a hikikomori.
Even if a party of veteran adventurers encounters them, it would be a miracle if one or two survive. Such wyverns fly in a flock to Lake Fortress.
It is questionable whether it can be stopped, but even if it is stopped, massive damage will occur.
‘I know what it is.’
It wasn’t hard to figure out what fate the dice had twisted. I said to Assis, who was looking at the sky.
“AS Yang?”
“… ?”
“It’s time to give the bottle and medicine.”
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“Do not panic! Women and children take refuge in tents, and all of Northgard respond!”
Jorn, the chieftain of Lake Fortress, calmly gives instructions. The northerners move quickly at his command.
“Chief! There’s a wyvern over there!”
A Northgardian warrior who had been shooting arrows into the sky points to a certain spot and shouts urgently.
Unlike the other wyverns that hover in the sky and watch the situation, one curious wyvern descends to the ground and poses a threat.
The tent flutters violently as if it might fall apart at any moment. The woman holding the children inside the tent is helpless.
Kyaaah!
A wyvern with its mouth dripping sticky saliva. Jorn pulled out a pair of tomahawks and kicked the ground.
I step on the pole holding the tent in place and fly up the wall towards the wyvern.
Just like a saber-toothed tiger.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jorn climbs onto the wyvern’s neck and strikes its crown with his tomahawk.
The scales covering the wyvern’s skin were impervious to ordinary blades, but Jorn was a warrior representing his tribe.
Kwak-!
The sharp blade of the tomahawk, enhanced by magic, digs into the wyvern’s skull, crushing it.
Kieeeek!
Even though it was a single blow that would have killed a single demon, the wyvern did not fall. It struggled with all its might to shake off Yorn.
Jorn braced his legs and held on, driving the axe deeper into the hole.
The wyvern was swaying precariously.
Then he fell to the floor.
I caught a wyvern.
The wyvern’s hide and teeth were valuable loot that could be used to make high-quality weapons, but they were out of sight right now. Yorn jumped up and looked around the battlefield.
“Don’t back down! The moment you back down, your precious ones will become prey to the devil!”
All of Northgard are veteran warriors. Not a single one was scared by the wyvern’s night attack.
However, the opponent was not so easy that the situation could be easily resolved with just courage. The enemy was a flying demon, and it was none other than the tyrant of the sky, the wyvern.
All the Northgard could do, unfamiliar with air combat, was shoot arrows. Magic was the preserve of the city’s elite intellectuals.
Even though Darka can use sorcery, in this state, there is no hope for help. Yorn bit his lip.
At the moment when Yorn was looking for a solution.
“Captain! The Wyverns… !”
The Wyvern main force, having figured out the power, has finished its search and is moving forward in earnest. They begin their descent as a group. The momentum of the overwhelming mass rush is comparable to a carpet bombing.
This can’t be stopped.
It was a moment when the image of a scorched-earth village flashed through Yorn’s mind.
Pooboobooboo!
A bunch of ice picks flying in from somewhere.
Intercept the wyvern.
Wounded wyverns soar into the sky.
‘Magic…? Who?’
Yorn turns his head.
A single figure approaches with leisurely steps, unsuited to the imminent battlefield.
She was truly Snow White, shining white even in the middle of the night and scattering ice crystals.
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