Chapter Index

    LILVI.

    The trip went smoothly.

    I’d like to put it this way, but in reality, it had to go smoothly.

    Even leaving aside the fact that there are superhumans riding the magic ship right now.

    First of all, I didn’t know this, but the cannons mounted on the left and right sides of the magic ship, the bow, and the stern are magic cannons.

    It is also a top-tier magic cannon with the ‘Lock-On’ magic set.

    Monster? Or demon?

    Before that even gets there, you’ll be torn to pieces by a detection spell.

    But in the first place, neither monsters nor demons would come near this ignorant ship.

    Why?

    This is because in the game Age of Exploration, there are living figureheads, such as figureheads, that have special effects.

    A being as big as a dragon periodically spews forth flowers.

    Rather, the fish come near the boats. Either they are simple and uncivilized creatures who do not feel the influence of the peers, or they are only slightly affected, but they live under or on top of the boats of larger fish, according to their habit of parasitizing.

    However, monsters or demons with some level of intelligence and spirituality did not even come near.

    At this point, you might imagine me lying around bored,

    “Oh yeah! This time I won!!”

    Absolutely not.

    What kind of people are these people?

    He is a superhuman, almost a gambling addict.

    They never had time to be bored.

    It is the same even now.

    “Ah! I can’t miss this while I’m on a boat!”

    After that, the Dean takes out several identical and expensive-looking fishing rods, as if he had prepared them when the hell he did.

    “Oh! Alright! When you travel by boat, you have to go fishing. Fishing on a boat! Huan~. You have a good sense only at times like this.”

    Kanviel starts to pick out his fishing rods with excitement. But those fishing rods are not only what they look like on the outside,

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    『High-quality fishing rod (Rod. 37)』

    The 37th mass-produced high-end fishing rod made by Rod, a fishing rod craftsman. Although it is mass-produced, only 333 pieces were made, not hundreds.

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    Even the information that appeared to be the “God’s Eye” clearly showed that it was the same fishing rod.

    However, the superhumans, including Kanbiel, were really choosing their fishing rods very carefully. Among them, there were fools like Kanbiel and Dean Hoo who were seriously fighting over a single fishing rod.

    ‘It’s the same thing! You idiots!’

    “This time, I’ll bet on this.”

    As always, this time a product appeared. At first, it was all like this. A healthy product appeared and was taken over through competition.

    The owner who took out the beautiful necklace was Shadow Inspiration.

    By this point, these superhumans, who are full of a useless desire to compete, would risk their lives simply for fishing.

    “This time! As the master of the Holy Sword, I will definitely win!”

    This was the cry of Frey, the swordsman and the wielder of the holy sword Fragarach.

    “Tell me why I am called the King of Death.”

    Advakiel swore like a warrior going to war. Hey, why are you taking out your secret weapon from your bosom? Go fishing! Go fishing!

    “Brain power is the best when it comes to catching fish. Don’t you know that?”

    The woman who keeps making a fuss is, as expected, Kanviel. She holds a fishing rod in her right hand and a magic wand in her left hand.

    Why? What are you going to do with it?

    Just in case there’s any confusion, let me say this again clearly: Don’t forget that this situation started out as a simple ‘Should I go fishing?’

    furthermore,

    “Master. This time, I will definitely take first place with the bait that applies the magic related to seduction.”

    Among the Arcana, the Witch, who never loses when it comes to competitive spirit, picked up a fishing rod while mentioning seduction magic.

    “This time, you will finally be able to see the mobility of the water spirits I have trained you on. Master.”

    The punitive man picked up his fishing rod without ever accidentally saying words like ‘harassed’ or ‘teasing’ again.

    Was it fortunate that the other Arcanas, Gwangdae, May, Santa, and Hwang-i, didn’t participate in the fishing?

    however,

    “Brother! I’ll catch the fish for you!”

    The problem isn’t that it ends there. The problem is that there was Catherine carrying a fishing rod that was bigger than her.

    In a normal situation, when a granddaughter participates, the grandfather or maternal grandfather would give in for the granddaughter, but for some reason, seeing the two old men unable to hide their competitive spirit even to Catherine,

    “Haa… So what is it this time? Are you going to catch it quickly? Or are you going to catch a big one?”

    Is it a contest? A competition? Or a speculation? I don’t know if I’ve gotten used to it or if I’ve given up.

    Anyway, whatever it was, I, who had no involvement in it, took it upon myself to be the judge.

    “Let’s catch it as fast as possible.”

    “Okay.”

    “Like.”

    “Hwagin.”

    .

    .

    The superhumans and Arcanas quickly agreed as the shadow inspiration revealed itself.

    and,

    “Hehehe. Got it!”

    Even Catherine nodded her head proudly, clenching her small fists. They all leaned their fishing rods against the railing of the boat and looked at my mouth.

    “Start.”

    I suddenly shouted the word ‘start’, but the superhumans’ reaction speed was as if mocking my feelings, as they quickly cast their fishing rods.

    and,

    Jjajajajajak!

    The first sound I heard was the thunderbolt hitting the sea surface,

    Pipipiping!

    The sound of something thin penetrating the surface of the water followed.

    As the sound of a pillar of fire exploding, something breaking, and waves rising were heard one after another,

    “Stop it you crazy ones… … .”

    I had to take the full brunt of the torrential downpour.

    Meanwhile, belatedly,

    “What the heck!”

    Catherine threw her fishing rod into the sea. I felt sorry for her and was about to comfort her,

    “Itcha!”

    I heard the cute Catherine’s cheer,

    Crunch!

    Fish tied to fishing lines rolled around on the deck.

    “Wow, whoa! I won!! Oppa, I won, right? Huh? Huh? ”

    “Huh? Huh. ”

    Ironically, the winner was not the superhumans who had caused all the chaos, but Catherine.

    “Ma, that’s ridiculous.”

    Kanviel was so shocked that he didn’t even notice the fishing rod he was holding being dragged into the water while muttering like that.

    “Good job, Catherine.”

    “Yeah yeah! Hehe.”

    Canviel, who was watching Catherine nodding her head furiously in excitement, released the magic he had just manifested and approached Catherine.

    “How did you do it?”

    Canviel, who couldn’t hold back his curiosity, asked how Catherine was able to cast her fishing rod later than the superhumans and catch a fish right away in the midst of all the chaos.

    “Woong?”

    Kanviel stamped his feet in disbelief at the sight of Catherine looking up at him with an expression that said, “I don’t know anything.”

    “I’m curious too, Catherine. How did you do it?”

    I didn’t ask because I felt sorry for Canviel. I was just curious as to how Catherine was able to become so successful as a fishing god right away.

    “Our Tae helped me.”

    Tay.

    A nickname for Tenevelai, the dark spirit who made a contract with Catherine.

    “Tennevel? How?”

    “Woong… … ?”

    I really don’t know, Catherine.

    So now my gaze turned to Tenevelae, who was hiding in Catherine’s shadow.

    ― It’s a similar principle to when a contractor escapes a labyrinth… Yeah. Plus, the deep sea is a place full of darkness… Yeah.

    “Huh?”

    ― All it took was a dark movement of the fish forward with the hook and opening up a passage back up onto the deck for the contractor to easily lift.

    I can’t tell if this kid is speaking politely or informally.

    A guy who had been speaking informally to others for a while got scolded by Catherine and was called by the punishment officer to receive some brief training. Then he started using formal language, and he did it so blatantly and obviously.

    “… I said fishing?”

    Anyway, I asked if it was okay to use such luxurious powers recklessly for the simple leisure of fishing.

    ― Did those stupid superhumans forget that you don’t kill fish, you catch them with a fishing rod, huh? Why are you casting spells and making a fuss, huh? How can a fish that’s been struck by lightning get a fish hook in its mouth when it’s passed out, huh!

    He then turned around and attacked the superhumans who were causing more trouble than him.

    “Well, anyway, our Catherine won. Give it to me. That. Necklace.”

    I reached out to the shadow man who had hung up the item. Even though it was his granddaughter who was receiving it, the shadow man looked at the necklace and me with a very upset expression before handing over the item.

    “Okay, Catherine.”

    “Hehehe. Thanks, oppa.”

    Among the products offered by the superhumans, there were some that Catherine was not allowed to have.

    For example,

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    『Temptation Music Box [Artifact]』

    If you want to have a happy night with someone you already like, this music box will definitely help.

    With soft lighting, a pleasant scent, and this music box, the odds are much higher.

    What are the odds?

    If you ask when you know, you’re a punk. If you ask when you don’t know, you’re an idiot.

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    Things like these artifacts.

    Of course, that information was confirmed by the “God’s Eye.” The superhumans who exchanged artifacts exchanged sinister smiles as if they were conducting some kind of secret transaction.

    Anyway, the artifact that was handed over to Catherine this time was a healthy(?) artifact.

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    『Brísingamen [Ancient-Replica]』

    An artifact inspired by a necklace said to have been worn by the goddess of beauty in mythical times.

    This is a work of art, an artifact, and a replica of a legend, created through collaboration between a master sorcerer, a Circle 8 wizard, and a dwarf.

    – Maintains the wearer’s condition above average.

    ― It maintains elasticity on the wearer’s skin and helps any makeup go on well.

    ― Maintains the wearer’s body fat and muscle ratio ideally and prevents fat accumulation.

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    In a word, a beauty accessory is a desirable accessory that maintains condition and beauty, and when worn by an unattractive woman, it transforms her into a beautiful person.

    Catherine’s action of gathering her long hair with one hand and lifting it up,

    “Want me to walk?”

    I asked just in case,

    “Yeah yeah!”

    Catherine nods her head up and down as if she might hurt her neck.

    As I lowered my posture to put the necklace around Catherine’s neck at that cute appearance, it created the illusion that Catherine’s skin, which had already become cute and beautiful as her talent as a spirit master blossomed, was glowing.

    “Wow. Wow. Catherine! You’ve become cuter!!”

    While May was more excited and rejoicing next to Catherine, the other superhumans were licking their lips. In particular, the three women known as ‘Puakan’, including Canviel, were even more disappointed.

    Then suddenly again,

    “Okay! This time, let’s try to grab the most weight in 30 minutes!”

    The one making that suggestion while shouting was Kanviel, a serious gambling addict.

    The superhumans immediately responded to her suggestion, and this time, items worth the stakes began to gather on the deck one after another.

    From items that are equivalent to the lowest artifacts, to all kinds of elixirs, elixirs, and more.

    Objects of value that should never be left rolling around on the deck like this are placed there, and the superhumans and Arcana grab their fishing rods.

    And looks at me.

    Looking at those gambler superhumans who have become accustomed to it in a few days and our good witch and the scapegoat who have become addicted to it,

    “Haa… … . I don’t know. Start.”

    I had no choice but to look at the judgment again with a sigh.

    That evening, the menu included all kinds of seafood dishes, raw fish, and distilled liquor produced in the northernmost countries of the continent.

    And so another day of travel was coming to an end.

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