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Chapter 378
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Chapter 378 – And Then We Met Again
I’m sure both Mead and Surz, as well as Yeld, have their own thoughts. I’m sure they have their own histories, their own circumstances, their own agendas, and their own conflicts. But you know what?
I’m not involved in any of that, am I?
To be honest, I can’t say that I’m not. But the truth is, ever since I entered the Republic―or maybe even since I entered this world―I have been rushing headlong into other people’s wars, other people’s squabbles, other people’s interests, and then destroying them. No wonder they call me the Demon King.
I’ve acquired great power, but I don’t know what to do with it. I’ve also gained almost unlimited mobility, but I have nowhere in particular to go. All the things I’ve stolen, picked up, and received are piling up like sediment, but there’s nothing there that I want. As long as I have Myrril, I…
“Yoshua. What does Mead say?”
“…That’s what it is.”
Yes, that’s what he said. To the others, it seemed to be nothing more than noise.
“Sorry, I was a bit distracted.”
“Brother, please.”
I was about to bow to the annoyed Mead and return to my interpreting duties, but Myrril stopped me with a hand.
“Yoshua, we’ll talk later. Something’s approaching.”
Looking around the room at the strange atmosphere that had settled over the surroundings, I saw that the members of Battle Cry were on high alert. Their faces were pale, and their expressions stern. These were the same people who had shown such composure during the two waves of attackers.
“Enemies again?”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
Myrril points at Yeld. His face is completely white, and Yeld smiles triumphantly.
“They were probably planning the same thing.”
Myrril’s words cause Yeld’s smile to widen.
“…Everyone is…going to die.”
What do you mean the same? In front of me, who was confused, there was an air of mutual understanding between the two.
“I think they were probably carrying a dying orc in that horse-drawn sleigh. I think the earth dragon that attacked Mead was also an assassination carried out by this guy’s plot, isn’t it?”
Yeld smiles happily as if he is already resigned to death. He probably thinks he has avenged himself by dying and taking us down with him.
“…Die, you demon king… eaten to pieces by a pack of beasts…”
“You laugh.”
Myrril, who had sneered, grabbed Yeld by the collar and pushed me onto the terrace.
“You seem to have underestimated the Demon King’s power. The earth dragon will be our breakfast.”
Carrying Yeld, who was at least twice her weight, in her arms, Myrril asks me to teleport her to the sleigh. It’s clear what she has in mind.
When we arrived at the destination of the teleport, we could already hear the rumbling of the earth and the terrible roar from somewhere.
“We have eaten enough dragon species to be fed up, but we prefer earth dragons to wyverns. As a tribute from you, we will enjoy a ‘barbecue’ tomorrow morning. But first…”
Yeld is lifted by Myrril and placed on the back of the horse-drawn sleigh. His face contorted in fear and desperation. He must have thought he was ready to die, but this is different.
“…You may become the midnight snack of the earth dragon.”
Yeld, who had begun to tremble, could probably hear the buzz of approaching noises. Whether chased by the earth dragon or attracted by the scent of the orcs, dozens of them let out excited cries. Judging by the howls and screams, it was probably wolves and goblins in the center. It could be seen that the front of the pack had already reached the windbreak forest surrounding the mansion.
“Hey, stop, stop…”
Myrril waves at Yeld and touches my arm. The strong man, originally a knight, struggles to get off the back of the sleigh. But he seems unable to move properly, having lost blood from his broken knees and suffering from hypothermia. Even if he could move, it would be by a small margin in this situation.
“We were raised well. We don’t disturb others while they eat. But after they’ve eaten… I’ll show you hell with that ‘dessert’ thing.”
“No, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die…!”
The swinging arm disappears with a wet sound. The forest wolf that had approached unnoticed had ripped him apart from behind. The blood flow must have slowed down because not much blood was spurting out. The sound of the wolf chewing on its prey and the growl of frustration at being beaten enveloped Yeld. He screamed and writhed, but as a dying man without weapons or armor, he had no way to resist the monster.
From the darkness at the back of the monster pack, I could sense a huge mass moving. Even I, with my dull senses and sixth sense, could tell that it was a monster.
“The earth dragon is coming. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look that big.”
I’m not disappointed at all. It’s okay if it’s small. In fact, I’d be happy if it was the size of a lizard. Give me a break; it’s a huge monster that needs a tank or an earth dragon to fight it.
“No matter how many there are, it can’t eat wolf-dogs and goblins. There seem to be some horned rabbits mixed in, but if I shoot them, they’ll just end up as food for the pack.”
“Stop talking so leisurely, and let’s go home.”
Holding Myrril in my arms, I used teleportation to return to the terrace. The moment I landed, I turned around at the scream and saw Yeld about to be devoured by the earth dragon, along with the horse-drawn sleigh.
“Hey, Myrril! That’s not small at all, is it? And look at that…!”
Even though it’s smaller than the one I saw in Casemaian before, it’s still five to seven meters long. Or maybe even longer.
And there are… two of them.
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