episode_0166

“Before that, let’s go meet the lord first. You can meet Prinia at any time, but the lord has a set audience time.”

I was about to ask Prinia about the location of the World Tree, but I was stopped by Wayne.

“…Then then.”

It was a strange situation in which it was difficult to meet a human lord, but it was easy to meet a goddess who governed nature. Paradoxically, this is a phenomenon that is established because Prinia is so busy that she separates her consciousness into several parts through the World Tree and continues to be in outer space.

The lord of Potera was a calm and frugal man befitting the size of the city. Of course, running a large city does not necessarily mean that the lord is a greedy person, but I think that being as stingy as possible is advantageous for running a city, at least when it comes to capital management. In the process, the higher your position, the more likely you are to use the money you have saved for yourself.

In that respect, the lord of Potera was a very ideal lord. He was extremely frugal with himself and clearly used money when he had to. A representative example would be this heavy bundle of money being handed to me now.

“No… my lord, it’s too much.”

“It’s too much. In the end, it was something I had to solve on my own at some point. If we had tried to solve it at that time, there would have been a lot more bleeding than this. Rather, I would like to thank you for putting an end to the incident so early.”

The money I received was too big to be handled by an individual and too small to be used as a policy fund for the fiefdom. It was just the right amount. In other words, it meant that even if Arzen spent a lot of money, he couldn’t use it all until he regained his strength.

“Since you say so, I will be grateful.”

So, it was too much money to refuse.

“We have heard your story through reports from many sources. I should have said this first, but I brought up the example frivolously. Welcome to Potera. Dear warrior, Saint Eugene. This is Helly Greenham of the House of Greenham, lord of Potera and granted the title of earldom by His Majesty the King.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that a superior, such as a lord, was being overly formal, and that was because I had already been informed that not only was Wayne a warrior, but I was also a saint in the church. There was a church in the middle of the estate where the cardinal himself resided, so he seemed to be very faithful.

Anyway, since the other side treated us with excessive politeness, we naturally had no choice but to speak politely here as well. Actually, I felt more comfortable in this atmosphere.

“I am Eugene, who received the Ring of Venus as a gift from the Pope, despite his lack of physical strength.”

Naturally, it was not mentioned which pope it was received from.

“This is Wayne, a warrior of our time.”

I feel it again, but for some reason, the expression ‘the warrior of his time’ seems really great. That’s because Wayne is still a warrior now as he was 300 years ago. Stella’s bravery after the checkpoint incident this time made her warrior-like character stand out even more.

The Earl of Greenham seemed to feel the same way, as his eyes sparkled when he looked at us.

“Oh. I had already received the report so I was prepared, but hearing the hero’s introduction in person gave me new emotions. Moreover, seeing a living saint, I must record this moment in the library at the lord’s residence.”

“Ahaha….”

Embarrassed laughter comes out. Here, I was concerned about what would happen if someone asked me if I received the Venus Ring while still alive, not that I was canonized, but fortunately, no such questions were asked. Instead, another question just puzzled me.

“Now that I think about it, I also heard that Sir Eugene is a bard. Is it true?”

“Yes? to? Yes, that’s right.”

The Earl of Greenham suddenly reminds me of a setting I had forgotten. Now that I think about it, I was so preoccupied with the magic sword thing that I forgot to add that setting.

“I heard that Sir Eugene is planning to make a song about the hero’s achievements.”

As soon as I finished thinking about why I was reporting such useless information one by one, I saw the Count’s expression suddenly become serious. I anticipated what would come next and hoped, if possible, that my prediction would be wrong, but my prediction was bound to be wrong.

“If you don’t mind, could you perform at the upcoming festival at our estate?”

“Ah……”

There is no immediate answer, and words are stuck in my throat. This is because my musical talent was not great enough to answer with confidence. In order to avoid plagiarism controversy, it was necessary to write a song from Earth, but in an environment where songs could be searched on the Internet, it was impossible to transcribe a song for which the pitch was roughly known.

“Okay… I understand. Let’s do that.”

The problem is that I have no real reason to refuse. If I were really just a bard traveler passing by, I could have somehow refused, but I have the position of a saint accompanying the warrior, and above all, I am the one who said I would make a song, so I am in a situation where I can’t even gamble.

Suddenly, I had one more thing to ask Prinia. I quickly finished chatting with the lord and checked into a suitable lodging.

“Damn. I completely forgot. The bard is a piece of shit… I should just stick with the elementalist concept.”

There was no need for me to praise him. Wayne’s return was a foregone conclusion as long as Stella added a visible effect like at the checkpoint, but it was only now that I began to wonder why he was doing it.

“…Isn’t it okay to just politely refuse, saying you’re busy trying to figure out the source of the magic sword?”

“…Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

From what I heard, it turned out that there was no reason to refuse. So what do you do? It was already too late.

“I’ll go to Prinia first…”

Blaming myself for my lack of coping skills rather than Wayne’s belated advice, I gave myself up to the feeling of my spirit soaring into the sky.

Space is something we are now familiar with. It didn’t take long to find Prinia. Unlike Stella, who refueled here and there, Prinia stayed in one place for the most part.

“Prinia, how are you?”

“Hello, Eugene. I’m always busy. What’s going on?”

Yes. On the outside, she seemed to be leisurely, but she was constantly fixing cracks in the dimension and observing the underworld through various world trees.

“I’m sorry to keep you busy, but can I ask you two favors?”

“There are two more, but since it is Eugene’s request, I will especially listen to it.”

“Thank you. First of all, there is something I would like to leave for a while at the World Tree. Please tell me where the World Tree is closest to where I am.”

“Huh? What are you leaving?”

“Well… it’s getting longer, but it’s a sword that a dragon named Akasha left out to humans to do some tricks. I don’t know the details, but they were only targeting humans with Stella’s divine power.”

“Mmm. This thing is kind of lame. Are you just wondering if you’ll end up in trouble if you walk around with what you have?”

“Well… It’s embarrassing to say, but since Arjen is in a weakened state, the two warriors and I can’t handle Akasha.”

“I know about that dragon well. okay. I will keep the location of the World Tree in your head.”

At that moment, I became curious about the information Prinia knew about Akasha. However, I didn’t say it out loud because I thought that if I asked such a question, the second request could be interpreted as information about him.

“Phew… Second, it’s like I dug my own grave. Do you have any knowledge of music? Or an acquaintance like that.”

“Why is there music all of a sudden?”

“I happened to be in a situation where I had to sing about Wayne’s activities…”

“How on earth do things have to go that way?”

When I cut out only the necessary parts and explained the whole story, Prinia held her stomach and laughed.

“Ahaha! They say they dug their own grave, and that’s true. Are you confident that you can sing well?”

“There is no problem with the song. What is urgently needed is the sheet music that exists on Earth and the ability to play it.”

“This is a bit of a difficult request. Unfortunately, I don’t have deep musical knowledge either.”

“…Really?”

I couldn’t hide my regret, but it was unavoidable. From the beginning, I knew that the second job wasn’t Prinia’s field, so I thought it wouldn’t work.

“But I know someone who can help Eugene.”

“Oh, thank you!”

Where did the regret go and exclamations immediately erupted? If Prinia were an acquaintance, she would be a god, not an elf. If he was a god, he would naturally be in this space, so he would have plenty of time to practice playing. The time flow here is different from the summer.

“But he’s a bit picky, so I’m not sure if he’ll be willing to help. I’m not a close friend, we’re literally just acquaintances… Oh, on the other hand, since he’s from the same dimension as Eugene, maybe he can help me easily?”

“Uh…? Are you from Earth?”

For a moment, the face of Peter Stephen, who revealed his name as being from Hungary, came to mind. However, he was a scholar after all, so it is unlikely that he is the same person who spoke this time.

“Yes. Strangely enough, he is not a well-known person because he is not interested in things like religion, but he does make music that is amazing. He is truly the god of music. I’ll tell you the location, so go find it now.”

As I followed Prinia’s guidance, I was able to spot someone in the distance. When I saw him with all kinds of musical instruments and sheet music scattered around him, I realized that Prinia’s explanation was only half correct.

What she was wrong about was that she was ‘not a well-known person.’ Gingaminga But he was so famous on Earth that even I, who was ignorant of classical music, could recognize his face in his portrait.

What is true is that he is truly the god of music. In my mind, I had an image of a person that came to mind when I thought of the god of music, and surprisingly, the person in front of me was the same person I thought of.

“Hmm…? It’s been a while since anyone came here.”

That was the first sentence he said when he found me. Instead of giving any specific answer, I started by introducing myself. It was a ridiculously trembling greeting that came out semi-automatically due to the shock of meeting a great person.

“Bar, nice to meet you. My name is Eugene…”

“I am Eugene. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but it’s a British name. Call me Ludwig.”