Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Banquet

#68

It was a long yet short journey.

Finally Arazan entered Weed’s Pack.

『The garden of Weed’s Pack is full.』

『The roots become large and wide. The growth speed of all stats increases slightly.』

With this she could also receive the growth bonus.

As much as an originally excellent talent, she would become strong incomparably faster than when wandering the plateau alone.

『Tangled Roots - Current additional growth stats』

▶ Mental Power: Bran

▶ Divine Power: Kale

▶ Strength: Ilark Zarheim

▶ Agility: Arazan

Of course the one gaining was not only Arazan.

The pack obtained many things by recruiting her.

The immediately felt one was also the improvement of mobility.

‘Now the assortment is being equipped. As expected have to be fast on the feet.’

Arazan’s highest stat is Agility.

Therefore additional growth speed could be secured with the subordinate trait of Weed’s Pack ‘Tangled Roots’.

Furthermore the fraudulent skill Gale Step.

If adding the Blessing of the Cavalry obtained this time they could display speed close to a four-legged beast.

‘There is reward for filling tightly. Although sorry to Benden as expected this is right.’

Although regrettable that he could not recruit Benden there is no regret.

Because what the pack needed now was a combatant like Arazan.

Still there was a wish that the garden increases more.

‘Later it would be good if it increases more. Honestly four is too few.’

Because the more companions to face the Outer God the better.

There were not one or two characters he wanted to raise directly.

Like the past Kale and Ilark most would be living without knowing their own potential.

If Bran has a mission besides preventing destruction it would be awakening their abilities.

It was while pondering the future plans.

“Brother··· hic, why are you not drinking?”

A twisted voice was heard from above the head.

Raising his head the royal guard captain Lebe standing while holding a horn cup in one hand was seen.

Judging from the appearance the face turned like a tomato it seemed he already drank quite a bit.

Bran who was sitting on a rock raised his body.

“Ah, I’ll go now.”

“Hehe, there are many who are disappointed that the protagonist is not there. Come quickly.”

Bran followed him.

At some point the sun was setting.

On the ash pile where the tent burned and disappeared a drinking party with the ghosts was unfolding.

It was the farewell party Rahir planned.

Although the alcohol and food were ridiculously few compared to the number no one was complaining.

“Euhaha, killing! Infinite alcohol that surges!”

“This one is better that dead!”

Because the ghosts could replicate food and drink dedicated to souls as much as they want as long as the original exists.

All the ghosts were devouring translucent alcohol and food as they please.

“Already all drank. I’ll receive one cup. Brother.”

“Of course.”

The royal guard captain said.

Shuruk!

When he put his hand in Bran’s horn cup and took it out a horn cup that looked the same but translucent was held.

Inside translucent mare’s milk wine was sloshing.

Whether because a banquet after hundreds of years the entire plateau was noisy.

“Everyone is excited.”

Bran let out a hollow laugh faintly.

Occasionally this kind of time is also needed.

His companions were also spending an enjoyable time.

The one that enters the eyes first is also Ilark.

She was facing a ghost giant of a size similar to herself, with a giant table in the middle.

An arm wrestling match!

Hundreds of warrior ghosts were surrounding them.

“Sister! This black bear of the plateau will surely defeat you and repay the brothers’ grudge!”

“Yes yes. Do the value of the size.”

Ilark giggled.

Although she was using only two fingers tension was clear on the giant’s face.

“Then prepare··· start!”

It was the moment the ghost in charge of referee announced the start.

Tukwaaaaang!

As the giant’s arm was driven into the table a terrible sound rang out.

“Kyaaaaaaak!”

“Heu, black bear!”

The giant fell away.

The right hand that matched with Ilark was twisted in a bizarre direction.

Emptying the horn cup at once Ilark burst out a laugh.

“Euhahaha! As expected nothing special!”

“D-damn··· absolutely cannot be an opponent···!”

The ghosts backed away.

With this it was 100 consecutive defeats on the Kargai side.

While supporting the black bear an emotional ghost warrior shouted loudly.

“Born with dragon blood, cowardly!”

“Cowardly what··· keuk, what can I do that our old man fell for mom?”

It was Ilark’s full drunk mode seen after a long time.

In the actions that became bold no culture could be found.

Legs spread wide. Alcohol dripping down under the chin.

Just gathering what gathered between the chest seemed enough for two cups.

Ilark said.

“If no more guys to challenge come here and pour alcohol. Kneel and demurely.”

“Wh-what to do? If like this Kargai’s honor···!”

“Everyone gather. Strategy meeting!”

The ghosts began to whisper while putting their heads together.

Since it was a fight with pride on the line they absolutely could not retreat.

Soon from among them who finished the meeting one bare man walked out.

“I will challenge.”

“What is this again fuck. Why wearing only panties?”

Ilark frowned.

Although the body was smooth and quite well-built interest did not rise at all.

Emptying the cup she waved her hand.

“Because unsightly wear again. Seems you were thinking of dispersing the gaze but sister’s eyes are a bit high. It means with your level it does not get hard at all.”

“No. I will proceed like this.”

“Ha··· if becoming one-armed is the wish.”

Thud! Ilark’s tail hit the floor.

The ghosts were watching their appearance while holding their breath.

Even the best-looking guy in the cavalry receiving that kind of treatment!

The watching ghosts expressed concern.

“D-dying right? Seems only provoked unnecessarily···.”

“It’s okay. Wait.”

The royal guard member who planned the strategy shook his head.

There was still a trump card remaining.

Just before the start signal fell.

Whiririk!

Along with an effect as if bubbles distorting, the face of the man matching hands with Ilark transformed.

“How is it now. Sister?”

“Hueuk.”

Into none other than Bran’s face.

Ilark’s eyes widened. Red heat wavered inside the chest.

It was the moment the strength of the hand loosened for a very short time.

“Kraaaap! Now!”

The fake Bran gathered all strength and overturned her finger.

Tok.

Ilark’s back of the hand touched the floor.

The ghosts who were watching that appearance holding their breath burst out thunder-like cheers and rushed out.

“Euhahaha! Won!”

“Kargai’s victory!”

“Long live! Long live! Long live!”

The appearance of hugging and tossing the fake Bran reminded of a baseball team that won the major league.

The shocked Ilark sat in place for a long time even after the defeat.

Crunch.

Staring at her own palm she clenched her fist.

“Using a cowardly method···!”

The ears revealed through the gap of the hair were reddened as if burning.

She did not expect he would swap with Bran’s face.

Booom!

Overturning the table she drew the axe.

“Pale husks! I’ll grind and drink all!”

“Uaaaak! Run away!”

The ghosts ran away while screaming.

Some even summoned their own ghost horses and rode up the appearance was a spectacle.

Although most were crushed without escaping Ilark’s grip, since they regenerate if time passes it did not particularly matter.

‘Truly an energetic young lady.’

Ilark’s appearance was good to see.

Although being startled seeing his own face was a little wound.

Bad girl. Even if not taste it is not so.

Leaving Ilark behind Bran turned to Kale’s side.

“Euhaha, more! Drink more brother!”

“Brother? Not sister?”

“No matter who sees it is brother! Come, come, goat milk is as much as wanted!”

“Th-thank you··· but this much is really enough.”

“Sorry the hospitality is not great. Really thank you for saving the queen.”

Kale was sitting huddled with the ghosts in front of the bonfire.

In the horn cup not alcohol but goat’s milk was contained.

The appearance of the wild Kargai warriors acting gently was impressive.

Unlike Ilark a harmonious atmosphere!

However from the ghosts’ position it was an action of taking a risk that cannot even be compared to arm wrestling.

“Heatchi.”

The moment Kale covered his mouth and sneezed. Over the slender shoulders waves of Divine Power burst out.

Puhwaaaaak!

The bodies of the surrounding ghosts undulated like waves.

“Euhoook?!”

“Kraaaaak! Achieving nirvana!”

“Hiiik, sorry!”

Kale covered his mouth.

Fortunately there was no one who completely achieved nirvana.

The forms of the ghosts that were shaking returned to original.

“Hueuk··· okay. Okay but··· aa, really chilling.”

“For an instant light was seen···.”

The ghosts let out a sigh of relief.

Kale who acquired Star of Purification was no different from a walking holy relic.

Before learning the method to control Divine Power he would probably maintain that kind of state.

Kale who was restless with an expression full of guilt lowered his head.

“I-I’ll drink separately. Enjoy comfortably.”

“What words, yield to this much!”

“Hahaha! If things go wrong achieving nirvana is enough!”

Still the fortunate point was that the Kargai warriors were a race without fear.

They did not leave Kale lonely even while experiencing the threat of nirvana.

Truly good friends.

This time a voice was heard from Benden’s side.

“Collected substantially this dwarf guy. This dagger is one I hid by the bedside.”

“Th-that··· because it was a really good sword it entered the eyes.”

“Not a good sword but the meaning is deep. It was a relic of the deceased wife.”

“Hueuk.”

Benden’s face turned pale.

He was surrounded by ghost warriors and having the items in the backpack reviewed.

Unable to stay still he prostrated flat on the ground.

“Sorry! I’ll return it again!”

“No need for that. Where would we who are already dead use the living’s things?”

“Keke, yes. Take them all.”

The warriors chuckled.

They were surrounding next to Benden and explaining information about each relic.

Looking at the list laid out he really collected tightly.

‘Even brought ancient herbs. I also forgot.’

Even good items Bran had forgotten.

Although there was no flashy achievement like the other group, that kind of quiet support was a great help.

Looking forward to the total settlement after leaving the plateau.

Suddenly, Benden who was conversing with the ghosts covered his face and sobbed.

“Euheuk!”

“Why suddenly crying and fussing?”

“B-because it seems like dreaming! To think I could converse directly with the warriors of Kargai···! I will definitely convey tonight’s matter to the world!”

The voice was full of moisture so hard to understand.

Bran chuckled with arms crossed.

It was a situation where tears of emotion coming out would not be strange at all.

Because digging up the secret of the Kargai Plateau was his life goal.

What he would not have achieved in the original life.

The warriors laughed.

“A peculiar friend. Although we are not a race that receives that much interest.”

“Haha, only thankful. Still do not inform the fact that we revived. Because it becomes unnecessarily troublesome.”

“Of course! I’ll keep it in mind! My nickname is also the walking lock Benden!”

“Somehow anxious.”

Bran moved his steps again.

He did not want to interfere with the happiest time in Benden’s life.

Now remaining was only Arazan.

Just as looking around where this guy went.

“Bran. Let’s see me a bit.”

Suddenly a familiar voice rang out from behind the back.

Turning his body Rahir gesturing toward him was seen.

“Yes? Me?”

“Yes. There was no opportunity so I couldn’t say, but now seems the right time.”

Namoon was not visible.

The appearance of looking around left and right was suspicious like a thief who came to rob a safe.

When Bran approached Rahir put an arm around his shoulder.

“Haha. Hero who saved the plateau!”

“What matter?”

“You. Do you have no thought of marrying Arazan?”

“······Yes?”

Bran froze.

Too sudden so he forgot what to say for a moment.

It seems he didn’t drink much alcohol, what is this uncle saying now?

Rahir continued.

“As you also know Arazan is the only successor of Kargai. In fact it is not an exaggeration to say king. The fact that our direct bloodline remains until now is no different from a miracle.”

“Yes···?”

“So I truly hope this miracle continues. In this situation a strong groom candidate like you appearing is a revelation from heaven. Please continue the royal family’s blood!”

Rahir’s expression was serious.

Although the expression was verbose in the end it was a story that it would be good if marrying Arazan and setting up a family.

For an instant, some realization passed through Bran’s mind.

‘Surely.’

Rahir with only the head remaining helping him was a route he had never experienced in the game.

Even the devoted help while volunteering as navigation perhaps aiming for this···!

Silent Bran shook his head.

“Thank you for the proposal but for now there is no thought.”

“W-why? Narhael··· no, Arazan is a great beauty right?”

“Pretty. But now there is too much work to do. Originally it is not a matter for us to say among ourselves. If asking this kind of thing you should have called together.”

“······Hmm. Right words.”

Rahir scratched his head.

“My heart was too urgent. Because too resembling Narhael I thought of her like a daughter. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. But there are many problems besides that.”

“What kind?”

“Basic parts what. Originally would Arazan see a tiny guy like me as a man?”

“Well. That part I think quite positively though.”

Rahir laughed heartily.

For Bran it was an incomprehensible reaction.

If about 5 years later he didn’t know, the current himself was too small.

“Things like height or physique time will solve. Anyway think about it.”

“If the matter of finding a good groom candidate I’ll help.”

Bran chuckled and shook his head.

Although setting up a family with a pretty fantasy woman was a dream someday now there was too much work to do.

Looking around Bran tilted his head.

“Where did madam go?”

“I don’t know. Not visible together with Arazan from a little while ago. Actually I was going to call Arazan and you together, but because not visible I called only you.”

“Strange. Did the two go out together?”

It seemed there was personal business.

Since no ominous presence was sensed there was no particular matter to worry about.

According to Bran’s memory there were no more variables either.

“Well, they’ll return before the sun rises. Where are you thinking of going now?”

“Gradually have to go catch Iolien. Since preparation is roughly finished.”

“Iolien? Who is that?”

Rahir raised an eyebrow.

A natural reaction.

Because this was only one of the numerous names of that monster.

In the period Rahir was active he would have been using another name.

Bran continued.

“Who.”

An executive of the Abyss and the black curtain of the next coming destruction.

Emptying the horn cup at once he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

“The chewing bastard who made Kargai like this.”