Chapter: 521
Hearing Inuki’s question, I couldn’t help but feel flustered.
“How do you know about the Fairy Dance? And how do you know about it?”
“It’s been hundreds of years since fairies fell into eternal slumber. How in the world do you know my steps resemble those of a fairy?”
“Answer first. Then I’ll share what I know.”
“Why should I trust a grumpy old grandpa?”
“I swear by this hammer.”
Knowing Inuki’s conviction as a craftsman, I momentarily fell silent but then sighed and spoke.
“I saw it during the trial of a social misfit holed up in a library.”
“…What?”
“I mean I saw it during the trial of a lonely guy who knows nothing but books because he doesn’t have a single friend.”
I felt perplexity in Inuki’s wall-colored eyes, but I was just as flustered.
Ah, it’s seriously hard to explain because of the Mesugaki Skill’s translation.
If only Karia knew about the incident related to the God of History, she could translate it discreetly, but since I haven’t mentioned anything, there’s no way it could get interpreted.
While I was pondering with a furrowed brow, a clear alert sound rang in my ear.
[The God of History has a message.]
[Open your hands.]
…What? This perverted brat! Were you stalking me?
Watching silently from above with nothing to say. Such a weirdo behavior reminiscent of socially inept hikikomori who doesn’t know how to make friends.
Well, whatever. Just open my hands? Like this?
The moment I presented my palm in front of Inuki, a symbol appeared on my hand—a round brown circle emblazoned with a tablet.
Hmm? Isn’t this the symbol given to the Apostle of History? Why do I have this?
“Hmm. The God of History seems to be watching you.”
Inuki, who had spent years wandering and gathering knowledge, nodded as soon as he saw the symbol.
“Yeah. What a hassle it is to deal with a creepy pervert who can only form relationships by exploiting others’ weaknesses.”
“But it’s peculiar. I’d say you seem to be under the Lord Jushin’s interest too.”
“Is it my fault for being too pretty and cute? Those pervy old grandpas like that gross smirk while wishing for someone to take them down. I’m terrified they might attack me… Ouch!”
A sharp pain shot through me from the symbol drawn on my hand.
Ugh. Really? I didn’t even bite down hard, and I get scolded?
How can a so-called God be this petty? No wonder they get bullied among the other gods.
“Is that blasphemy from just now really something I can overlook? You seem to be more important than I thought.”
“Did you just realize that? That grumpy old grandpa’s perspective is sloppy in more ways than one.”
Inuki flared up for a moment, tensed his neck, then sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Annoying, but I have to keep my word. The reason I know about fairies is similar to what you’ve experienced. That lofty being showed it to me personally.”
He explained that he received some kind of revelation.
The fairy dance he encountered in dreams. And the sight of heroes laughing together with the fairy queen in the midst of a festival. Suddenly, the sky turned pitch black.
One by one, the fairies began to fall asleep. The heroes trapped in sorrow. Among that, a murmured word emerged.
“The wizard said he was unprepared. If only he’d had a little more time, such a hellish scene wouldn’t exist.”
Waking from the dream, Inuki felt compelled to prepare for a journey as if enchanted.
Despite having his own weaponry, he set it aside and followed the revelation.
A strong instinct that it had to be done dominated Inuki’s body, leaving him no choice.
“I don’t know what being showed that to me. But one thing became clear. That being showed me that scene for now.”
With a meaningful smile, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out an object on the table.
Expecting something grand with the built-up atmosphere, my anticipation was soon shattered.
It was a jar filled with dirt. Not magic-infused, not divine, and it felt no special quality—just plain dirt.
Is this guy joking? Is he doing this because I’ve dished it to him excessively?
What a petty adult. I shot a cold glare at Inuki, who chuckled lightly.
“Don’t know what this is?”
“Has grandpa lost his mind? It’s just dirt. Absolutely nothing—a shoddy, trampled piece of dirt.”
“What… no. This soil was collected from where the Lord and the Evil God clashed. I had quite a hardship digging it up over the ages.”
Huh? Huhhh? This is some symbolic object? As I tilted my head, I checked the soil through emotions again.
[You cannot confirm due to insufficient proficiency.]
The moment I read that phrase, I had no choice but to admit this dirt was not an ordinary object.
My proficiency in Emotion Skills is high enough to sense even moderate relics.
But if this is something even my emotions can’t gauge, then it must contain something I don’t know.
‘Grandpa, do you feel anything?’
<…Sorry, I feel similar to your sentiment.>
But seriously, what does it matter if this dirt is unusual? I don’t even know how to use it.
“So, grumpy grandpa, what are you going to do with this pervy soil?”
“I don’t know. I just retrieved this soil following the revelation.”
Seeing the grandpa’s confident demeanor nearly made me want to give him another lash, but I suppressed it for now.
Even if I don’t know much, that soil will surely help me complete a quest. I wonder what would happen if I take it to the skeleton trapped underground.
“Seems like you have some vague idea at least.”
“I’ve got a loser who obtained magic by keeping sympathy for centuries. I’m going to show it to him.”
“…Hmm. That’s not the most trustworthy title but take it anyway. It’ll be better than what I’m holding. And.”
Finishing his explanation, he seemed about to say something else but cleared his throat and stood up.
“Come visit me at the forge of lava and iron once you finish everything. I’ll make armor as you wish.”
Inuki’s voice was no different from the beginning, but his demeanor wasn’t.
Escaping swiftly like a frenzied beast, I sensed deep fear in his hurried exit.
After a loud slam of the door, I reached for the doorknob following the signal of my sense of crisis, but the Perverted Apostle was faster in blocking my way.
“My Young Lady, where do you think you’re going? There are several outfits you need to try on.”
In the words of the Perverted Apostle, there was not a hint of exaggeration.
The moment he opened his space pocket, countless pieces of clothing spilled out.
From casual wear that seemed light to exquisite dresses that could draw attention anywhere.
Seeing dozens of outfits piling up, I felt the madness of the Perverted Apostle flowing from them.
“Lord Nikis, please assist with the clothing alterations. The Young Lady’s beauty has become richer in this world, so we must adjust accordingly.”
“Gladly.”
The two began to move immediately without measuring new sizes.
“First, would you like to try this?”
In less than five minutes, the alterations of the first outfit were complete. It was a light garment one could wear daily.
Upon forcibly accepting an elegant outfit closer to modern attire than fantasy, I realized I wouldn’t escape this hell until I tried on all those clothes.
“…Why does it fit exactly? How meticulously did you examine my body? Ugh. Being excessively detailed is genuinely disgusting.”
With Karia’s help, I changed into clothing, horrified by how snugly it fit.
To think they could tailor something this precisely based on just a vague glance.
They truly must be monsters.
Common folk wouldn’t achieve such precision even by painstakingly taking measurements.
Hmm. The outfit looks alright.
It gives a lively feeling, making me look cute.
If someone posted this character design in a community, wouldn’t there be a flood of comments asking how to replicate it?
Feeling both marvel and chills, I returned to the room with the Perverted Apostle and Nikis, only to find them silently gazing at me with opened mouths.
“Lord, perhaps if the sleeves were a bit shorter?”
“I cannot agree to that, even from Lord Nikis. In fact, covered arms make the exposed skin even more attractive!”
I was appalled by the two seriously discussing human-like opinions in solemn expressions as I furrowed my brow and picked up another outfit.
And then I continued trying on clothes, undressing repeatedly.
Ugh, why doesn’t the pile seem to decrease no matter how many I try on?
Is that Perverted Apostle conjuring outfits on the spot?!
Or am I caught in some hypnosis? Could it be?!
As I pondered if it would have been better to train in the Allen Family instead, I cheered at the Perverted Apostle’s words, claiming this was the last one.
Is this for real? Once I wear this, it’s over, right?
Let’s see. A black dress? The design is indeed nice. If even a fashion illiterate like me feels so, wouldn’t anyone familiar with it faint?
To break free from this hell as soon as possible, I changed clothes and gathered strength in my shoulders, standing before the two.
At that moment, time in the room froze. What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Is it strange? I thought it looked good on me, right? I was quite satisfied with my reflection in the mirror!
“Lord, it seems my eyes aren’t objective. I need to find improvements, but I simply can’t.”
“It’s the same for me. Lord Nikis, your beauty overshadows everything, making it impossible to see where changes are needed. My eyes are powerless against such beauty!”
…Nope. They were just too stunned that they lost the ability to express their feelings. Hearing the loud crash of the Perverted Apostle wiping his nosebleed, I felt disgusted as the door swung open.
“Fool Papa?”
Huh? Why is Benedict here? Doesn’t he have a lot left to wrap up?
Wow, just look at that troll-like, tired face. How hard has he been working?
With dark circles under his eyes that seemed unrelated to fatigue, I was shocked when he…
BAAM!
Benedict, who had been staring at me, collapsed with a loud bang, making me flinch.
…What?
What the?!
Is this a big deal?!
An ambush?!
Do I need to prepare to fight?!
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