episode_0148
by fnovelpiaWow!
The Great Crystal Cave of Isenghar.
The cave owner roars in anger at the intruder.
When I opened my mouth wide, I could see the light beyond my throat. Countless sparkling crystals covered not only the outside but also the inside.
A monster in the glacier that swallowed treasure.
The second treasure-holding demon, Crystal Serpent.
It is a double-headed snake with two heads on a large body.
The leader of the district.
A boss monster in the game.
It has an absurd passive ability that nullifies magic on one side and physical damage on the other. You need to mix magic damage and physical damage characters appropriately to build a deck to be able to attack.
But Assis is half horse and half beast.
A swordsman who handles both magic and physics.
That is, just one AS is enough.
Crystal Serpent is a reception monster that maximizes Assis’s special ability as a magician.
“Blue-eyed snakes are immune to magic, while red-eyed snakes are only immune to magic. Good luck.”
“Sister, cheer up.”
“… … .”
Karami and Perka sat in the ice bunker that Assis had made, peeling steaming potatoes. Assis stared at them blankly.
Assis doesn’t think deeply.
I can’t even feel any vivid emotions.
Even in such an Asia, he could feel fragmentary emotions recently. What he felt now was annoyance.
If this was Karami’s plan to awaken Assis’s emotions, it would be a great success. The problem is that it wasn’t a plan.
The dragon’s curse is activated, rendering Asis unable to feel emotions. The irritation freezes in an instant and disappears into the back of his consciousness.
Assis closes his eyes.
It’s comfortable.
At this moment, I felt fortunate that there was a curse.
Assis, who had found peace, drew his sword.
An iron sword, not an ice sword made by magic.
In the game, the ice sword was also a physical attack, but it might not be here, so this is an item that Karami prepared just in case.
Assis, holding a sword, lightly flew towards the Crystal Serpent.
***
Phew.
Wow… .
Assis thrust his sword between Serpent’s eyebrows.
The skin of the guy who had no resistance to physical attacks was easily pierced by even a normal iron sword. The other head, which had resistance, became a block of ice from the start of the fight.
The Serpent, struggling to escape, stops moving. The lifeless crystal collapses, unable to maintain its form.
A crystal that has lost its luster and is now no different from a stone.
A small sparkle emerging from the crowd.
It was clear that it was the kingdom’s treasure that the Crystal Serpent had swallowed.
Assis, who had cleared the pile of stones, bent down and picked up the treasure. It was a music box in harmonious combination of blue, white, and gold.
As I was looking at the music box, something seemed very familiar, and just like with T-ara, I felt a sense of foreboding.
As the battle ended, two people who had been hiding in a safe place approached the scene.
“Thank you for your hard work, Miss Assis. It was a clean fight.”
“No matter how many times I watch my sister fighting, it’s still beautiful~ Even if my father makes jewelry, it’s still not as good as my sister’s.”
The battles of Assisi are almost a work of art.
Not only her appearance, but also her graceful movements, magical colors, and her ability to use them are a perfect combination that enchants people.
Perka was already quite drunk.
“Rami… This… .”
“It’s a music box. I guess it’s the treasure the chief was talking about. I think it was in the Serpent’s stomach.”
“Music box…?”
“When it works, a certain melody flows out. Would you like to try it?”
Assis nodded, wound the music box, and then released it.
… .
But no beautiful singing was heard. Only the unpleasant dissonance of metal was heard.
“Hmm, I think it’s broken. Can you give it a try for a moment?”
Assis handed the music box over to Perka.
Perka gave off a serious blacksmith vibe that was different from his usual self. He fiddled with the music box and examined it carefully.
“There seems to be a problem with the internal components. Well, if this is really an object from hundreds of years ago, it’s strange that it’s still intact. It wasn’t maintained, but was in the stomach of a monster.”
“Then… you can’t… hear… ?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s surprisingly elaborately made. The more something like that, the harder it is to fix. It’s hard to give you a definite answer.”
“… … .”
Assis’s head lowered slightly.
The song of the music box.
I thought something might come to mind if I listened to it.
The atmosphere became slightly subdued.
“What if the blacksmith responds like that? Can’t you see that Miss Assis is sad?”
“Yes…? Gasp! Oh, no! I can fix it! I will definitely fix it! But since we don’t have enough equipment here, it seems like we’ll have to go back to Doomheim to do it.”
“You heard? Don’t be too heartbroken, you can fix it. Do you trust Miss Perka?”
“… Yeah. Perka, you’re a great blacksmith… … .”
“Thank you for trusting me, but don’t be a burden… .”
Even though it was broken, it was definitely a treasure.
He returned to the village with the music box and gave it to Darka as usual. Darka tried to turn on the music box, but as expected, it just made a noise and no music came out.
“What a pity! It would have been nice if it hadn’t broken down! At least it’s fortunate that the original shape was preserved!”
“Of course you know the story behind this music box.”
“I know! What kind of music box is this…? …. I don’t remember.”
Darka, who was trying to tell the story confidently, touched the tip of his chin with his hand. Maybe it was because he was getting older, but he couldn’t remember anything even when his head was wrapped.
A thin shadow of disappointment fell over Assis’ face.
“What! The important thing is that the music box came back to me. You worked hard! I’ll keep this music box.”
“Oh, that’s it. Can I take the music box?”
“What?”
“I know a blacksmith who is very skilled. If you ask him, he will fix the music box for you.”
Darka turned around, hiding the music box in his bosom.
“No! This is a responsibility that my ancestors have entrusted to me. I must take care of it!”
“Have you forgotten what a music box is? Fix the music box and listen to the song, and your memory will come back to you, Chief.”
“But that won’t do. I can’t hand it over to anyone! Get out of here, you thief!”
Older people, especially those with dementia, tend to hide their belongings carefully, for fear that thieves might break in and steal them.
This was mixed with the duty given to Darka as the chieftain. He exuded the will not to hand it over to anyone, no matter who the opponent was.
“Hmm, that’s difficult.”
Karami looked troubled, drooling. Then, she pretended to smile as if a good idea had just occurred to her.
“How about this? I’ll bring Bascal.”
“Bascal… ?”
“That’s right. My friend and the chief’s son, Bascal. I’ll bring him over, so give us the music box instead.”
“Um… .”
“Chief, don’t you want to see Bascal too?”
Darka screamed.
“Who wants to see a guy who doesn’t listen to his mother? I don’t need to!”
“Is that so? I may never see you again. Don’t you regret it?”
“That’s….”
While Darka was pondering, Karami stood up from his seat.
“You should keep in mind that there isn’t much time left. I, or the chief. Let’s wait for you to make a good choice.”
***
On the way out of the tent after giving the music box to Darka, Yorn grabbed Karami’s arm with a fierce expression.
“What are you doing now?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re saying you’ll bring Bascal. Bascal is already dead. The shock must have shocked the chieftain mentally. And you dared to lie and even try to make a deal with the chieftain. You’ve decided to die.”
Damn.
Ice rises from beneath Jorn and wraps around his feet. Jorn takes a step back. Assis is reaching out toward him.
It was a magic spell that contained a threat to not touch Karami, even though it was expressionless. If Asies was sincere, Jorn would have turned into an ice statue before he could even react.
Karami began to straighten her wrinkled clothes.
“Why are you saying this now? It’s not like you didn’t know about me.”
“What?”
“I am a former slave trader. I will trade even dead ones if I can make a profit.”
“You bastard… .”
“I don’t know what you expected from me, but my slave comes first. My slave wants the music box, so I have no choice but to give it to him.”
After finishing organizing her clothes, Karami and Assis walked towards their tent.
“I will bring the last treasure soon. Please take good care of the chieftain until I return.”
Yorn could only watch as it moved away.
Yorn returned to the tent they had left.
A strange noise was heard repeatedly from inside.
“This… I can’t give this to anyone. This is mine.”
As if possessed by a demon.
He hugs the music box and mutters to himself as if reciting a spell.
Darka’s dementia symptoms worsened day by day.
Health too.
The cold continent of Isenggar does not show mercy to the weak. Darka, an old and sick man, has the face of someone who will soon die.
The Reaper brought death to Lake Fortress.
As expected, it wasn’t meant to be a Karami.
It’s too late to regret.
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