Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Ownership (5)

#79

Danubrian.

Even the name of five characters is not ordinary.

The domain she governs is the land, and all life that grows borrowing that power.

Like Gaia and Geb, Izanami she was the Goddess of the Earth that exists in numerous myths.

“······Joyful.”

Bran who was dumbfounded for a long time opened his mouth.

If too good or sad rather words do not come to mind.

Although one might think making a fuss just because of interest, the interest of Great God class is different in class.

Even more so as much as Danubrian’s interest he steadily aimed from the day he possessed Return Road.

‘Much faster than before. Don’t be impatient and advance.’

One who receives Danubrian’s love becomes without a rival on the land.

Bran reaching that level was only once.

Even that was not ‘favor’ level but the thrill of then he never forgets.

A blow that splits mountains.

The echo of the wilderness that topples tens of thousands of troops.

In that cycle he displayed activity no different from a hero in myth.

Of course, for now it is a story much later.

‘Danubrian is really after a long time. Because the conditions are too tricky I served other gods much more.’

Gradually this kind of question can arise.

Is there meaning in serving gods below mid-god class?

Are the clergy of this world chimpanzees doing short-term with miscellaneous stocks leaving big tech large companies?

Of course there is meaning!

Because the three Great God classes were real gods.

Existences conceptual no different from what real religions believe.

Although the Great Gods exist they do not intervene with individuals unless really special matters.

‘Originally existences that do not need believers.’

On the other hand the gods of small, mid-god class manage believers more actively.

Similar to the principle that the smaller the company scale the easier it is to see the representative’s face?

First because they have to grow the force they generously distribute their authority.

It was also a part that can know the greatness of the Outer God.

Although having power transcending Great God class, they intervene in the present as actively as small and mid-god class.

The Frost Lion mercenary friends weaker than Bran destroying Letunir was also in a way thanks to the Outer God’s thorough direct management system.

There was all reason users who took the Abyss route live with ‘Outer Dad’ in their mouths.

‘I have no thought though.’

However that is a route only sociopaths without emotion can enjoy.

Bran had no thought of becoming a pawn of the Outer God even if serving a small god class with around ten believers.

Just as about to return to the upper floor while fully enjoying the joy facing the morning wind.

『Danubrian recognizes your existence. Abilities related to the earth are strengthened!』

『Strengthened skill list: Heart of Harmeno, Power of the Giant Tree』

Suddenly a new message rose.

“What.”

Bran’s steps stopped.

An unexpected reward.

『Heart of Harmeno』

▶ The increase/decrease value of beneficial/harmful effects obtained from plants increases.

▶ The performance of super recovery that occurs when stepping on the ground increases.

『Power of the Giant Tree』

▶ Duration increases.

The notification was up to here.

Clapclapclap.

Confirming the message disappeared Bran clapped in place.

“······GOAT.”

The ancestors’ words that even slave work do at the high official’s house are truly right.

To think the joining bonus is this much.

There was reward for enduring like a stone even if the gods including Rawiena tempted as much as possible.

Chu.

Matching his lips to the crystal Bran smiled.

“Please take care.”

Whether mood it felt the crystal sparkled for a moment.

Although a relationship too embarrassing to call backing yet it feels extremely reliable.

Although pondered among many gods, as expected Danubrian seemed the answer.

It also matches well with weeds.

****

Bran returned to the top floor.

Thanks to the monster corpses disappearing he could move much more comfortably.

The first to discover Bran was Kale.

“Wa, came!”

Kale who was looking around like a meerkat pointed at Bran.

The other companions also turned to him all at once.

“Oo, finally returned!”

“Bran. On earth where did you go?!”

As expected flustered signs were clear on the faces.

A reaction that could sufficiently come out.

Because a country full of corpses turned into an ecological park overnight.

Somehow post-apocalyptic and cool.

“First everyone calm. Didn’t Benden tell you I went out for a bit?”

“T-told though··· because it took too long···.”

“Right! And does it look like calming now? Woke up and the city became green like Froide’s vegetable garden!”

“Bran. Do you know how it became?”

Fortunately Arazan and Benden were rational so good.

Because there was no particular reason to hide Bran lightly nodded.

“Yes. It is the power of Goddess Danubrian. Probably while seeing me she slightly substituted the hand.”

“······A more detailed explanation seems needed though.”

“Sure. Thanks to Benden I found out there is a relic we can collect···”

Bran explained in detail the matter he experienced.

The relic the highest minister embezzled and the secret space.

Up to meeting the woman estimated as Danubrian in the hallucination.

Arazan nodded.

“I wondered what necklace it was and it was that. Indeed an unusual energy is felt.”

“Haa··· fortunate it was not a big matter.”

Ilark also let out a sigh of relief.

Because she experienced so many shitty matters she seemed to regard this as a precursor of a bad matter too.

“I thought you sacrificed yourself and revived the city. Because you are an extremely altruistic human.”

“I don’t do that kind of thing Ilark.”

“Of course have to be so! If did that kind of thing··· no. Don’t say unlucky words for nothing.”

“I was curious though.”

“Enough. Uuu··· fuck, imagining the appearance of you dying I feel like vomiting.”

Ilark dry heaved.

The tail shaking roughly left and right was representing her feelings.

Although the expression was rough the heart cherishing companions was felt earnestly.

Suddenly, dumbfounded Benden opened his mouth.

“Danubrian··· I don’t know how long since hearing the name.”

“Oh. Does Benden know?”

“No way not knowing. To think a holy relic of Great God class remained. What to say.”

“Ambiguous to call a holy relic. At best an item that blew breath once.”

Although an amazing treasure it was not holy relic level.

A holy relic of Return Road is equipment the god directly crafted using authority.

It boasted a class different in dimension from an item that only grace dwelled.

If the necklace was Danubrian’s holy relic Bran would have gone to kill Iolien immediately upon acquisition.

“The minister would also have had it in a rare collectible feeling. Rather than useful he embezzled because of the point it is a treasure unique in the world.”

“Indeed. If no qualification it is no different from a luxury item.”

Actually even a necklace with Danubrian’s grace has little use.

The basic performance was only constructing a small ecosystem around.

Even there was the risk that if an unqualified person touches Divine Power immediately extinguishes.

Bran said.

“Anyway, seems rested well so good to see. Everyone’s faces are plump.”

“M-much plump?”

“Kale you especially more. Like an extremely well-made dumpling.”

“Uuuu··· slept too long···.”

Kale covered his face with both hands.

Although he was support, since he eliminated over a thousand monsters together with Ilark he would be tired.

Ilark and Arazan were the same.

They chattered until late last night and in the end seemed to have fallen asleep like fainting.

“Since it became like this rest a bit more. Because the reinforcements have not come yet.”

“Ah, you said you called that kind of thing.”

Ilark raised an eyebrow.

Bran called unidentified reinforcements to protect the vacant Letunir and the people.

Although this part was good to the point unbearable, she just smiled without particularly adding.

“If only you are okay we don’t care. Leisurely sightseeing the city or···”

Whatever.

It was the moment he was about to conclude the words so.

Buoooooo-!

Buoooooo-!!

Buoooooo-!!!

Suddenly from far away a horn sound rang out.

An ominous tone.

Different from the Kargai warriors’.

The group including Bran turned their heads almost at the same time.

“What···.”

And froze.

From the west of Letunir a giant dust cloud was approaching.

What raises the dust cloud is a force of at least hundreds.

Arazan tilted her head.

“Bran. Is that the reinforcements you said?”

“No.”

Bran shook his head.

Rather he called reinforcements to block that kind of miscellaneous guys.

Suddenly, from Benden’s mouth a shout close to a scream burst out.

“Th-the Black Wave Pirate Group!”

“Mm?”

In his hand a telescope was already gripped.

The legs trembling like a lamb waiting for slaughter.

“Do you know those guys?”

“Of course! Pirates active on the northwest coast! Vicious to the point there is a rumor they even eat people, how on land···!”

“If Black Wave.”

Bran’s eyes narrowed.

A name in memory.

Sure enough those guys were crossing the wasteland carrying five sailing ships like Vikings.

It seemed the guys moving the ships and the captain were quite strong.

‘The rumor is fast.’

The rumor that a problem occurred in Letunir seemed to have spread faster than expected.

If guys living in water crawl even to land the words are all said.

It was while Bran was thinking of a response strategy.

Bang!

Bang!!

Bang!!!

Bang!!!!

This time from the south drum sounds rang out.

Judging only by distance similar to the pirate group.

This time wondering what turning the head, another force entered the eyes.

Kale’s face turned pure white.

“Hieeeek! Again?!”

“Dwarf! Give the telescope here!”

Ilark snatched Benden’s telescope.

Examining the south force she spat out a curse.

“Fuck. It is Bazrok.”

Ilark’s eyes distorted.

Thud!

The swung tail hit the floor hard.

Unfortunately those guys were also a name in memory.

Kale asked.

“B-Bazrok?”

“It is the name of the bandit group leader. Bugs pushed out from the Red Mountain Range ten years ago.”

“I-if Red Mountain Range surely··· that in front of Valkeros?”

“Right. I heard they were chased to the northwest but to see again here.”

Ilark growled.

A large-scale bandit group led by the corrupted engineer Bazrok.

Unlike ordinary bandits who wear fur or patch clothes, the advanced leader of the bandit world armed with technology and advanced equipment stolen from Valkeros.

“S-stronger than Ilark?”

“Of course I am stronger. But the number is the problem.”

Ilark growled.

“Too many. Seems thinking of eating the city seriously.”

“Th-the pirates are the same··· where did the information leak···!”

“The reward of bathing will disappear.”

Arazan picked up the bow.

Whichever of the two forces conversation seemed unlikely to go well.

Pouring the quiver she began tying her hair to each arrow.

‘It is about time.’

Bran chewed his lips.

If our mecha long-tailed tit sailed without problem it was about time the news is transmitted.

Surely on the way a big bird ate it or something.

“Bran. What will you do?”

“Although if still running away it is a distance that can escape.”

“I-I··· will do as Bran does.”

Suddenly Ilark and Arazan turned to him.

Grateful that they prioritized his order over impulse.

Kale and Benden were also staring at him.

Lightly sighing Bran showed a bitter smile.

“What to do. Have to protect.”

“Hehe, I knew it would be so.”

Ilark smiled while baring her teeth.

Bran also had no thought of retreating.

Both forces are trash incomparable in evil.

There is no way they would leave the city he barely protected and the Letunir people taxidermied alive.

“Good, then let’s first make a plan.”

Clapclap.

Bran clapped to concentrate attention.

It was not a very despairing situation.

Because in our party there were even two talents specialized in mass slaughter.

If maximally intimidating, and inducing the two forces to fight each other there was possibility of blocking.

Moreover a situation of spec up even slightly thanks to Danubrian!

‘In the end it becomes like this. Here I wanted to not fight if possible.’

Bran clicked his tongue.

Although regrettable life originally does not go as intended.

Just as about to say first lock the castle gate.

“······!!!”

A chilling presence grazed the nape.

Bran’s eyes widened.

At the action of suddenly raising the head the group flinched.

“Hiek!”

“Surprised. Why suddenly?”

Bran was looking not at the west nor the south but the east.

A wasteland with nothing no different from other directions.

However Bran could not answer.

‘Came.’

Because concentrating all senses.

This presence now was one only himself whose senses were strengthened with pure mana could feel.

As time passed it was becoming certain.

The corner of Bran’s mouth rose slyly.

“······About two hundred years ago a treasure called the Elegy of the Red Snake was stolen.”

“Mm?”

“The owner killed all the suspicious ones to catch the criminal but in the end could not recover. Quite a famous incident, does anyone know?”

The group tilted their heads.

Leaving aside the suddenness they seemed not knowing what kind of incident that is.

The importance of basic education is newly felt.

The only one who reacted was the college graduate Benden.

“Oo, of course know! An incident that flipped the continent once!”

Benden flicked his finger.

As those words if even a little interest in archaeology it is history that cannot be not known.

“About half of the tomb raiders active on the continent died then. Five uncles who doted on me also died then wearing false charges. Aa, pitiful!”

“Regrettable. Benden.”

“Hehe, already a matter long ago so no matter. Honestly I also thought it was our clan’s doing. But why suddenly bringing up that story?”

“Because that treasure is here.”

Bran recited calmly.

“···Mm?”

“The Elegy of the Red Snake is in Letunir. The king hid it so still not found.”

Since the king went missing it was a secret only he knows.

Frozen Benden let out an awkward laugh.

“What kind of··· hehe, even if Bran you the joke is too much.”

“Were curious what letter I wrote? I wrote a letter to the owner of that treasure. Found your item so take it. However it takes a bit of time to take out the item, and there might be interferers.”

“Th-that cannot be··· that cannot be. On earth why that is in Letunir···.”

Benden stammered.

It seemed he noticed Bran’s words were not a joke.

Originally large Kale’s eyes widened round.

“I-I also don’t understand well. Didn’t you say an incident that occurred two hundred years ago?”

“To that owner it is a time like an instant.”

“Wait. This presence is···.”

It was then.

Ilark’s pupils narrowed vertically.

Standing up from the seat she looked at the same east as Bran.

“Bran. You surely.”

“Sorry for not saying in advance. Ilark.”

“You. Youuu···!”

“Still since it became like this enjoy. A reunion after a long time right?”

Bran giggled.

Eudeuk!

Ilark who was taking quick breaths clenched her teeth.

Just as she who approached with big steps was about to express anger.

Hwaaaaaaak-!

A giant shadow was cast over their heads.

Precisely over all of Letunir.

In the end Bran who was grabbed by the nape by Ilark continued the words while dangling.

“Because a rare experience look well. The dragon that spews the second hottest fire in our era.”

The eldest son of the Fire Dragon owner Zarheim.

Madness itself of the flame, and the dragon that killed the most kin in history.

Containing endless fear and awe the world calls, Mad Flame Duke.

···And Ilark’s older brother.

Barely raising their heads the group’s pupils reflected the shadow of the dragon covering the sky.

【Noisy.】

Alto Zarheim.

He came.