Chapter: 521
Hearing Inuki’s question left me momentarily flustered.
How do you know about fairy walks? And how do you know so much?
It’s been hundreds of years since fairies went into eternal slumber, so how do you recognize my walk as something resembling theirs?
“Answer me first. Then I’ll share what I know.”
“Why should I trust a grumpy old pervert like you?”
“I swear on my hammer.”
Knowing Inuki’s conviction as a craftsman, I paused but eventually sighed and spoke up.
“I saw it during the trials of a socially maladjusted recluse holed up in a library.”
“…What?”
“So, I saw it while stuck playing with my only companion—books, you know? Is that a surprise?”
There was a visible bewilderment in Inuki’s eyes, but I was just as taken aback.
Ugh, this is seriously hard to explain thanks to my Mesugaki training.
If Karia were here and caught wind of something related to the God of History, she’d probably figure out how to translate it, but I hadn’t said anything, so there’s no way to interpret it.
Just as I was furrowing my brows, deliberating over what to do, a refreshing notification chimed in my ear.
[The God of History has a message.]
[Open your hands.]
…What? This little perv has been stalking me?
Seriously, what kind of social misfit watches from above without saying a word?
How’s that for creating enemies, huh?
“Fine, I just need to open my hands like this?”
As I presented my palm to Inuki, a sentence appeared atop it. A round brown emblem depicting a stone tablet.
Hmm? This is an inscription meant for the Apostle of History. Why do I have it?
“Hmm. The God of History seems to be keeping an eye on you.”
Inuki, who had spent countless years wandering and accumulating knowledge, nodded when he saw the inscription.
“Right. It’s quite a hassle dealing with a little pervert like you, who only knows how to create bonds by exploiting others’ weaknesses.”
“Yet, it’s strange. From what I see, it seems the divine is also showing interest in you.”
“It’s not my fault for being so pretty and cute. It’s disgusting how perverted old farts like you drool over me. I’m scared I might get attacked sooner or later… Ow!”
A sharp pain shot through my palm from the inscription.
Ugh. I didn’t even bite my tongue, and it’s throwing a fit.
Who knew deities could be so petty? No wonder they are outcasts among the gods.
“Is it common to brush off blasphemies like that? You must be more important than I thought.”
“Did you just realize that? This grumpy old man has horrible judgment.”
Inuki flared up momentarily, tensing his neck, then sighed as he grabbed the back of his head.
“Annoying as it is, I’ve said what I’d say. The reason I know about fairies is similar to yours; that high entity personally showed it to me.”
He explained he had received a sort of revelation.
The dance of the fairies he encountered in a dream, and the sight of heroes laughing alongside the Fairy Queen in the midst of a festival. Suddenly, the sky turned black.
One by one, the fairies fell into slumber. The heroes were unable to escape their sorrow, and in the midst of it, a single mumble was heard.
“The mage said they were underprepared. Had they a little more time, this hellish sight wouldn’t exist.”
Waking from that dream, Inuki was possessed with a desire to travel.
Even while he had a weapon he had forged himself, he laid it aside to follow the revelation.
He would have to, his instincts took over and dictated he had to.
“I don’t know which being showed me that, but one thing is now clear. That being showed me that scene for the sake of the present.”
Smiling enigmatically, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out an object to place on the table.
I was expecting something grand after the suspense he built, but my hopes were dashed almost immediately.
It was just dirt in a jar. Not infused with magic, not divine, and it didn’t feel special either—just plain old dirt.
Is this guy messing with me? Is he handing this back to me for all the roasting I’ve dished out?
What a petty old man. I glared at Inuki, who chuckled to himself.
“Not sure what you think this is?”
“Did you hit your head, old man? It’s dirt. Just some useless trash that gets stomped on by people.”
“No. This dirt was taken from the spot where the Divine and the Evil God clashed. It took quite a bit of work to dig out layers that have built up over the ages.”
Wait, what? This is a symbolic item? Tilting my head, I checked my emotions concerning the dirt once more.
[Insufficient proficiency to discern.]
The moment I saw the phrase pop up, I had no choice but to acknowledge that this dirt wasn’t something ordinary.
My emotional skill proficiency was high enough to analyze even decent relics, so if I couldn’t evaluate this, then there was undoubtedly something hidden inside.
‘Grandpa, can you feel anything?’
[…Sorry, I’m not much different from you.]
But really, what’s the use of having this special dirt if I don’t know how to use it?
“So, what do you plan to do with this pervy dirt?”
“I have no idea. I was just following the revelation and brought it back.”
Seeing Inuki’s confident posture made me want to roast him again, but I held back this time.
Whatever’s going on, that dirt must be useful for my quest. Maybe if I take it to that skeleton hiding underground, it’ll produce some kind of result.
“Seems like you’ve got some vague thoughts brewing, huh?”
“I have a nerd with no friends over here who thinks he obtained magic after watching over others for centuries. I want to show it to him.”
“…Hmm. That’s not the most trustworthy label, but take it with you. It’s probably better than what I’m holding. And.”
As he completed his explanation, he seemed to hesitate mid-sentence before clearing his throat and standing up.
“Look for me in the forge of Lava and Iron once your tasks are done. I’ll fashion the armor you desire.”
Inuki’s voice sounded the same as ever, but his demeanor was different.
He darted out of the room like a wild beast fleeing, panic written all over him.
After the door slammed shut, I almost reached for the doorknob in accordance with the warning from my danger sense, but the perverted apostle beat me to it.
“Milady, where are you heading? You have more than a couple of outfits waiting for you to try on.”
There was nothing exaggerated about the perverted apostle’s words.
The moment he opened his spatial pocket, a multitude of garments spilled out.
From casual everyday wear that looked easy to slip on to dresses so stunning they’d catch eyes anywhere.
Watching dozens of outfits pile before me, I felt the unmistakable insanity radiating from the perverted apostle.
“Nikis dear, please help me with the fitting. The Young Lady’s beauty has grown denser, so we must adjust accordingly.”
“With pleasure.”
The two began moving in synchronization, not bothering to measure anew.
“Why don’t you try this one on first?”
Before five minutes had passed, the first outfit was ready—a light, casual piece suitable for everyday wear.
Being forcibly pressed into such a modern outfit that felt closer to what I knew rather than the fantasy realm made me realize I had no hope of escaping this hell until I donned all these outfits.
“…Why does it fit perfectly? Just how thoroughly did you examine my body? Ugh, it’s so annoying how overly meticulous you are.”
Dressed with Karia’s help, I could only marvel at how well-fitting the clothes hugging me felt.
To be able to create such precision from just a quick glance?!
These guys were monstrous.
Most people would take measures to pin down specifics, and they still couldn’t get this right.
Hmm. The outfit’s not bad.
It feels active and cute.
If someone posted this character design in the community, wouldn’t the comments flood with requests on how to replicate it?
As admiration flooded in, a chill ran down my spine upon returning to the room with the perverted apostle and Nikis. They stood silently, staring at me, before finally speaking.
“Apostle, wouldn’t it be better if the sleeves were a tad shorter? That might make it more appealing.”
“Even Nikis can’t accept that. Rather, it’s the covered arms that make the bare skin appearing through the flowing sleeves all the more alluring!”
Sick of watching the two engage in such inhumanly serious dialogue with tremendously solemn expressions, I frowned and picked up another outfit.
For some time afterward, I continued to change in and out of various garments.
Ughh. Why don’t these outfits get any less?
Has the perverted apostle been conjuring them on the spot?
Or am I under some kind of hypnosis? Is that it!?
At this point, I’d rather go through training at the Alrn family’s complex.
Just when I thought this was the last outfit, a resounding cheer erupted from the perverted apostle.
“Really? If I wear this, am I done?”
Let’s see. A black dress, huh? The design is indeed nice. I couldn’t help but be impressed, even as a novice in fashion. Would someone knowledgeable in style collapse upon seeing it?
Desperate to escape this hell as soon as possible, I mustered the willpower and stood before the two.
Immediately, time within the room froze. What? What’s going on? Why do they look at me like that?
Is there something strange? I thought it matched well. I was satisfied with my reflection in the mirror!
“Apostle, it seems my eyes aren’t objective at all. I can’t pinpoint any improvements, no matter how hard I try.”
“Nor can I, Nikis. The Young Lady’s beauty overwhelms everything; I can’t get a read on what’s needing correction. My eyes are utterly powerless against such beauty.”
…Nope. They’re just too shocked to express themselves properly. As I watched the perverted apostle wipe away a trail of blood from his nose with a handkerchief, the sound of the door opening reached my ears.
“Dad?”
Huh? Why is Benedict here? Isn’t he supposed to be wrapping up for a while longer?
Wow, that troll-like face looks exhausted. Just how hard has he been working?
Noticing the dark circles that seemed foreign to Benedict, I was—
BAM!
As Benedict collapsed, the noise made me flinch.
…
What the heck?
What’s going on?!
Is it a big deal!?
Is this an ambush!?
Should I prepare for a fight?!
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