Chapter 411
Chapter 411
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Chapter 411 – Farewell Party
When the Tornado, Casemaian’s first large airship, appeared over the village of Surz, everyone there panicked. It had not been used in the war against the Kingdom, and since it had flown over the “Wilderness of the Gap”, an uninhabited buffer zone between the two countries, few people had actually seen it.
“What… is that?
“It’s huge…it must be over 120 feet long, right?
It looks like it’s over 50 meters long, so if you convert it to feet… well, it’s certainly over 160 feet.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Thank you, everyone. You all worked hard.”
It was no surprise to us that the new 50-foot (about 15-meter) fast boat had been used to transport the Republic dignitaries to Efan. They had returned to Casemaian once to load up with people and cargo, but I guess they didn’t expect it to be such an oversized ship. This time, Rinko and Heimann-jiisan were busy with the boat and couldn’t help us, so we let the young dwarf engineers do most of the work, and I thanked them for their efforts in getting everyone safely to their destination.
It’s encouraging to see the next generation of Casemaian staff being trained one by one.
“It was scary.”
It seems that many of the Casemaian staff who came to take the ship back were first-timers. Their legs trembled like newborn fawns, overcome with nervousness and fear. I know how that feels.
“Yoshua, we’re going to unload the food, cooking supplies, alcohol, equipment, and building materials you asked for.”
“I’ll leave that to the village.”
The three promising young dwarf brothers, Luki, Miki, and Saki, skillfully unloaded the equipment. Each of them is a dwarf and strong, but they also drive small riding golems to transport large loads. They are about three meters tall and probably made of wood. Judging by their proportions and movements, they are low-speed, high-torque models, not designed for combat.
“That looks useful. Did they make them recently?”
“It seems so. The speed and variety of Casemaian technological development is so incredible that even I can’t keep up.”
“What, it’s that amazing?”
“I was with you in the Republic, so I can only tell you what I’ve heard. It’s a magical city in both name and reality. There’s no other way to describe it.”
Wow, I want to see it, but at the same time, I don’t.
“Oh, Yoshua, it’s been a while!”
The ones who came down in a flurry were the beastmen, elves, and dwarves wearing matching clothes that looked like kappogi (Japanese cooking aprons). They were the women of Casemaian, proud of their cooking skills. Somehow, they all seem to have gotten a little chubbier since the last time I saw them… Well, I won’t say it out loud. It’s probably a side effect of developing new dishes, or maybe it’s some kind of occupational hazard.
“You seem to be doing well and having fun, right?”
“Yes?”
“The ‘Today’s Demon King’ that Rinko-chan sends from her ‘Doron.'”
Come to think of it, that clumsy saint said that the street TV thing was really popular in Casemaian. I wonder how much of it gets through, and even though I’ve heard that they’re careful about privacy, it’s still embarrassing.
“Well, since it’s a banquet to celebrate our friendship, I’ve put all my efforts into cooking, so please look forward to it.”
“Yes, please.”
“Your Majesty, is there anything we can do?”
The chief of the Surz tribe, Meis-shi, stood with the villagers.
“The women should ask the women of Casemaian. The men should go to the marketplace to build the teleportation facility and the material warehouse.”
The main issue this time is the large-scale teleportation magic circle that connects to Casemaian. We will have Ecla-san build it. The location has already been chosen, and the proposed site is a flat area about 50 meters in diameter outside the village. The magic circle has been engraved on metal to make it weatherproof, but of course, it cannot be exposed to the elements for safety reasons, so we have prepared a simple prefabricated building.
“The walls and beams will be held in place by golems, so please help insert the connecting pieces there.”
“Oh.”
It was a simple design, with parts such as walls, beams, and columns all made to the same standard and attached together with metal pins with locking functions. When I first heard about it, I was skeptical, but the labor savings and precision of construction were at a higher level than in my former world.
And what surprised me were the three young dwarf brothers. The last time I saw them, they seemed so young, but before I knew it, they had become reliable engineers.
“Okay, next, put two of those through there and push them in until you hear a click.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, make sure it’s tight, and then next…”
“Okay.”
“Okay, I’m going to put the blanket on this side, so move away.”
With the help of the male member of the Surz team, the building, which was about the size of a convenience store, was quickly assembled with smooth direction and work.
“This is the entrance, and this is the key to the door. The chief and one other person should be selected to hold the key.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Then let’s build the material warehouse next. The same method will be used, but the width and depth will be doubled. If it’s too big, the strength won’t be stable. We’ll build three of them.”
“Wow!”
It seems that the Surz men are starting to enjoy themselves.
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When the work was finished, and the sky began to darken, all the inhabitants of the village of Surz, the representatives and staff of Efan, the dignitaries of the Republic, the staff of Casemaian, myself, Myrril, and Marquis Yerkel, fifty or sixty people in all, gathered for a banquet.
We used three empty prefabricated warehouses as banquet halls, lit them with electric lights, and set up simple tables and chairs made of construction materials. It was a semi-buffet, but the majority of those present thought it would be easier that way.
“”Wow~♪””
Outside, there were seven hearths, and the flesh of the winged dragon, the earth dragon, and the ground-running dragon were sizzling in various cooking methods, filling the air with a delicious aroma.
“It’s ready over here, give me a plate.””
“”Oh~””
“The wyvern karaage is almost ready.”
“”Ohhhh.””
“The earth dragon bacon is delicious. Everyone, try some.”
“””Ohhh…!”””
On the magic stove, a hearty soup made of Casemaian wild birds and local vegetables simmered and steamed, and various baked goods and flatbreads made by the women were on the table.
Everyone seemed happy as they enjoyed the local alcohol and herbal tea, reminisced about the past, and talked about their hopes for the future. In the soft, calm, fluffy air, the two friends could be seen laughing together.
“There are no more problems.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Everyone is happy. From now on, we will be even happier.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. That’s why.”
“Yes.”
“So this is goodbye.”
Ecla-san’s finger silently traces the pattern engraved on the “Blood Oath Sword”.
“Status maintenance release, fixation release.”
Particles of light are released from the magic stone embedded in the hilt, and Mead’s figure fades slightly.
“Replacement processing blocked, transformation and transfer pathways sealed.”
Each time the pattern on the sword is touched, the light particles flash, and Mead’s figure begins to flicker.
“Reflection processing halted, protective effect… canceled.”
His figure is already a vague ghost to me. A hoarse creaking sound is faintly transmitted as speech.
“See you, brother. Thanks for everything.”
We said goodbye to Mead with smiles on our faces, maintaining the happy atmosphere of the party. We had all decided to see him off with smiles on our faces, happy and joyful. Seeing the chief with his wrinkled, distorted face and tears in his eyes, the people around him regained a little composure.
That’s right. This is no time for sadness.
“There is nothing to regret or be sad about. Mead is with you all. Right here.”
Looking around the Surz, Myrril pointed to her chest. I’d heard it before when we fought the sea serpent, and I’m sure it’s the dwarves’ view of life and death. Her eyebrows lowered as if she were about to cry, and she smiled.
“Always and forever.”
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