How a Former Pro Takes Advantage by Doing an Easy Job

- Gaiden Kihwa

Gaiden Kihwa

Gaiden Chapter 11. The Land of Humans

“You really sown troublesome things. Arell Ernesia.”

“If you add up the words you said, it would be exactly the hundredth.”

“Then I will tell you as many times as I can for those who have not yet been told.”

“Chit

, these days, wherever you go, once you see me, people say it’s your impression of the big accident I got into.

The opponent who grumbled was Hetia, the queen of Kelia.

Dominating as the head of the different races, she frowned and let out a sigh filled with the leader's anguish.

The cause is because of an artifact I sprinkled on the world a while ago.

“Thanks to that, the guys who wake up and roll their heads are frantic about interpreting it… …

“Tell me to work hard. If you interpret it, it will benefit you, but in fact it won't. … … And the skeleton there won't provide that much.”

[…] … Hey bro, even if you look like this, I will only tell you exactly what you need.]

Cressel exclaimed somewhat dissatisfied.

By the way, the reason I'm talking to her now is to negotiate a large-scale performance request from the elves' troupe at the newly built resort.

The elves seem to be putting on a performance using spirit magic and their own magic, but they say it's well received.

Well, the negotiations were easy.

“Rather, they actively agreed to let us do it, so what?”

“… … Have you heard that elves have a taste for money these days?”

“Then there is no reason to refuse on this side.”

“Draw and draw. Then the harpies next... …

“Arel Ernesia. Are you going to eat all our human resources raw?”

“If you eat it raw, you’re just hitting it with money.”

“… … That is the scariest thing.”

Only after the story is over

I had some time to catch my breath. busy busy

“It's contradictory to work for fun.”

[That sounds so carefree. I'm really envious. Hahahahahaha.]

“If you’re envious, you’re good.”

“ha… … Stop talking nonsense, both of you.”

The rough work is over, and all that remains is empty time.

“Where are you going to buy a present then?”

“… … So go back.”

Apparently, the queen here is having a hard time dealing with work every day.

I figured it out while observing the character Hetia, but she is not a natural ruler type.

The spirit and courage of a person who has risen from the bottom. It's like using it as a weapon and occupying the throne.

It must be a lot of trouble.

“I understand your hardships.”

“You don’t look like that at all.”

“Anyway, something worth teasing about… …

hmm?”

Looking around her office in moderation, I tilted my head.

“What is this spear?”

A spear hanging in a corner.

The spearhead is nothing special, but the blade is made of pure white material.

It is neither a metal nor any other common mineral.

“Nothing. It was simply made to commemorate.”

“What are you celebrating?”

[There was a monster that Hetia subdued for the first time. It was made to commemorate that.]

“Oh, are you exaggerating your achievements as a ruler?”

“Don’t talk so snobbishly.”

Hetia gave a puzzled look.

Looking at the window, I tilted my head and suddenly became curious about one thing.

“Come to think of it.”

“What was it?”

[What else is it, bro?]

I looked back and forth between Hetia and Cressel.

“From what I heard last time, you weren’t particularly royalty, were you?”

“… … What do you want to say?”

“Ah~ I don’t mean to insult you.

I'm just genuinely curious.”

From what I've heard, originally Hetia must have been a victim of the Dark Church, an organization of warlocks that no longer exist.

The birth itself is unknown. It was the nuance that he himself had no particular memories of the past.

“Did you accidentally dig up a cressel and learn from that loud screaming skeleton to improve your skills?”

[iced coffee? It did… … Well, I still remember it clearly, but hahahaha.]

“… … I forgot this one.”

[Isn't that too much?]

I asked something I was curious about while stopping that priest and priest combination who were arguing again.

“Then why did you want to become the king of different tribes?”

“… … If so, there is a long reason.”

Hetia, unexpectedly, started talking while pretending to clear her throat.

“It was a situation in which each race was divided, and it was a time when the Holy Kingdom, which was still fed up with, could not be ignored… … In such chaos.”

“No, don’t talk like that bullshit.”

Hetia kept her mouth shut as if dissatisfied.

I pretended to wave my hand in the air and took a book out of the air and waved it lightly.

“That’s the story of the founding of Kellya. It was also recently published.”

“I wrote it myself!”

[I helped too!]

Two idiots talking proudly.

I patted the book on my forehead and sighed.

“You know that this kind of history of the founding is a fabrication, right?”

What I want to hear is not plausible bullshit that you would write in a book.

“I want to hear the real beginning.”

“… … That's really nothing.”

For some reason, Hetia said as if she was confused. Cressel is rarely silent.

“It's not really a big deal, but you're curious?”

“Because it is a hundred times more beneficial to hear the real story than fabrication.”

“ha… … Got it. But after you hear it, go back right away. Even if it looks like this, you are really busy.”

It's probably not a story worth hiding.

Hetia was silent for a moment, as if sorting out something in her head, then looked at Cressel, who had been placed on the table for a moment, before opening her mouth again.

“It was when I was not in my prime.”

It was an accident that I saw the sky for the first time.

It was also a time when heavy rain was pouring so much that I couldn't bear to open my eyes and face it.

At that time, she didn't even have a name to call herself.

Those in black robes talking to her are so-so complex creatures.

In short, it means that he was not an ordinary being.

As proof of that, the multi-colored hair and eyes that seem to have mixed the light of various beings prove it.

Originally, she would have been destined to be born in a cold workshop and not even have a proper self.

So it was by chance that she saw the sky for the first time.

As the ground collapsed due to heavy rain, the entire area collapsed.

As it was, she was swept away by the sand, and when she came to her senses, she was thrown into this world.

There was no time to properly complain.

Her instincts guide her. She slid all the way down, following a mound of dirt washed away by the rain.

walk effortlessly

There was no thought of making the choice to go back.

Of course there is no way I want to go back.

Driven by the instinct to live, he moved forward.

But was it good luck or bad luck for her?

It is like throwing a child whose intellect has not yet fully developed into a mountain.

How can she endure without the ability to survive properly?

Even if you instinctively drink muddy water and chew mud, there is a limit.

Rather, it is better to endure.

It must be because of the origins of various living things, and the vitality is stronger than that of ordinary living things.

However, it soon reached its limit.

After going straight for about five days, she finally collapsed.

Unfortunately, no one found her.

Well, more than anything, even if someone finds it, it's questionable whether they'll take her now.

When you roll on a mound of dirt and then slide and roll without power.

Fuck!

“Ahhh?!”

bumped into something hard

It hurts so much that even my mind flashes for a moment.

It hurts enough to bring me to tears.

Still, thanks to her, she came to her senses and looked around to find the object that hurt her.

And found.

A skull with a strange feeling... … .

[What… … Kid, is this your first time seeing someone like this? … … Well, this must be the first time.]

And the voice from the skull.

This was their first meeting.

[Anyway, I'm really glad you dug it up.]

It was just a coincidence when coincidences existed.

For Cressel, he thought it was very ambiguous whether to say that this little boy in front of him was lucky to have found him or not.

[It's good that you found it, but... … .]

How much time had passed since I was sealed after being beaten by that damn bastard named Harial.

Damn, it was around the time when I endured the hardships that even my soul didn't wear out.

The first intelligent creature to find itself since that day was that little boy.

[…] … But can you talk?]

The problem was that the benefactor who had discovered himself was so stupid that it was questionable whether the conversation would work properly.

She just tilts her head.

In a way, that was luck. If a human had common sense, the excavated skeleton would have run away at the point of speaking.

… … In other words, that's bad luck again.

[I can’t speak properly… … It's hard to say anything about this... … .]

Let alone a friend, he couldn't explain the situation or give instructions.

[Weird… … As far as I remember, the intelligent beings around here weren't as stupid as this

?

“word?????? a little?????? sun. ?????? one?”

Then she slowly opened her mouth to the skeleton muttering hard to herself.

At best, it is only to the extent that a child imitates the words he has heard from someone and puts them together appropriately.

[Yeah, that’s amazing… … Well, at least I knew it wasn't hopeless.]

“Go?????? net?”

[No big deal.]

Cressel let the kid speak slowly at first.

If you listen patiently, you should be able to get even the smallest amount of information.

“… … It was! black clothes! many!”

[Anyway, the kid seems to have been as awkward as me once when he sold you.]

“?????? machine?”

[Well, it means that each other's life is the end! Hahahahaha!]

Of course, she couldn't understand at this time.

[Looks like it's quite difficult.

… … good night. I'll help you.]

Anyway, without this kid that I excavated, Cressel without a body would be in trouble.

First of all, I'd like to help you to the extent that you can communicate.

[first… … Yes, I'll start by teaching you what you can and can't eat.]

That was the very first lesson Cressel gave to the boy who had no name yet.

That's how the time between Cressel and the nameless kid passes.

Well, it's not a long time, but it's only about five years.

“… … teacher! I got you!”

The little girl, who has now grown to feel like a 15-year-old, returned to Cressel waving her hand. In her hand, she held a wild animal that lived in the area.

[OK. Looks like you've gotten used to hunting now.]

“It's simple! Just run and catch it!”

Ha ha ha ha! The little boy who boasts with a big smile.

[…] … I don't really have any awareness that that's not normal.]

At best, teaching them how to hunt, what to eat, or how to make a fire is all they can do.

Other than that, simple letters or how to speak. Some common sense was also taught.

In this area, there will be nothing special.

[The question is, where did that kid come from... … 』

Apparently, that child is the castle that the black magicians played a prank on.

[…] … It doesn't sound like something Louis Ray or Gog would do... … Is it another faction?]

I was embarrassed because I didn't know how much time had passed since I was sealed.

[hey. If the little boy has a full stomach, come soon. I'll tell you what to do next.]

“… … yes? to do?”

The little boy licked the grease on his lips and came to Cressel as he was told.

Unexpectedly, if it was Cressel's words, I listened to him.

[Kid. What do you think we should do now?]

“Of course we have to go hunting.”

[Yes, you will need dinner… …

no, more later behind him! Let's think about what we're going to do in the future!]

She tilted her head as if wondering what Cressel was trying to say.

I don't know. Have you ever thought of this fool? How

a former pro

sucks honey

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