Read Novel Full Vol 15 Chapter 23
Vol 15 Chapter 23
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Chapter 23 – If It Were Me, I’d Cry
As a result of the massive destruction caused by the luxury liner, we received a response from the dungeon: a horde of monsters. We took refuge in the Hideaway, protected by the Ship Summoning barriers, and were having a good time gaining experience when Alessia-san came up with an even more vicious move. Oh no, I’m having so much fun.
“Let’s do it! That thing!”
“Ufufu. That’s good, Alessia. Then I’ll do it that way.”
“Hahaha, Ilma, you do it too!”
The swimsuit-clad beauties frolic happily in front of me, shaking their motherly symbols.
Is this heaven?
The beautifully decorated and glittering Hideaway is more glittering than usual.
Feasts lined up.
Desserts lined up.
A row of fine liquors.
And all sorts of beautiful women in various types of swimsuits and motherhood.
“(Besides humans, there are also beauties with animal ears and tails, and dark elves!)”
The slimes are cute and plump, and they eat their food with enthusiasm.
“(Just looking at them is soothing!)”
Soaking in the Jacuzzi, soaking up the feast with a glass of wine, gazing at the beautiful scene.
It’s a blissful time.
This is the world the Riaju party people see. That’s right, I was excited.
I would high-five while saying, “Yay! Because it’s fun.
It was worth all the supplies I had secured and all the preparation I had put into it.
Well, I had to ask the ladies to help me decorate because my taste made it look like a playground or a birthday party, but it was a wise decision.
They may have been inspired by the atmosphere of parties they had seen in the movies, and although they were not as good as the real professionals, they put it all together tastefully and made the place look festive.
If it had been me, I would never have thought of using candles when there were electric lights.
This is heaven. And on the other side of the barrier is hell.
I understand that the attack is meant to encourage people to enter the dungeon, but the attack, unleashed in a casual atmosphere as if Alessia-san and the others were playing in between eating, drinking, and bathing, turns the other side of the barriers into hell.
Despite the haha, ufufu, and kyaaa, what is happening is a tragedy. It is a mild horror.
But it doesn’t matter because just the sight of beautiful women in swimsuits is enough to purify everything and make me feel like I’m in heaven.
Well, that’s just us. The monsters outside and the dungeon must not be too happy.
It seems that Alessia-san’s strategy is having a positive effect, and the monsters outside are clearly getting stronger.
Maybe the dungeon is about to break. No, is it more likely that it is already on the verge of breaking?
If I were the dungeon, I would already be out of control or crying.
It really wants to kill the enemy, but the enemy is eating the food, drinking the wine, smiling at the candy, and relaxing in the Jacuzzi.
And then, by chance, a massacre.
…Yeah. I’d cry more than I’d snap.
The conversation between Alessia-san and Ilma-san right now, if you just listen to the words, is a smiling conversation, as if they were playing a table game or a ball game or something.
But in reality, when Alessia-san swings her sword, I don’t know why, but the monsters outside get shredded, and when Ilma-san draws a magic circle with her wand, the monsters explode and are broken into pieces.
It was very surreal, in a way.
“You people seem to be having a good time! But your fun ends here! Because I’m here!”
“Oho?”
While I was relaxing in the bubbles of the Jacuzzi and sipping my drink, I heard a voice in the back of my head.
It’s saying something about Ore-sama*, and he’s probably a pain in the ass. I’m in a good mood now and pretend not to have noticed. [T/n: Like someone talking in a high and mighty manner].
I don’t have time to look back.
I’m too busy looking at Alessia-san, Ines, and Felicia while I relax, and in between, I have to be soothed by Rimu and the others to calm my mind.
“Wataru. Can you hear what that monster is saying outside?”
Alessia-san approaches me and speaks to me. I am sitting in the Jacuzzi, so my line of sight is low.
And Alessia-san is so kind that she leans forward to make it easier for me to talk to her and make eye contact with her.
Then, I was able to see the wonderfully soft and tender part of her body that was emphasized, though I wouldn’t say which part.
Oh no. I’m going to lean forward, too.
My eyes are definitely closed now. Not open, but closed. That’s my problem. I have to be calm, even if it is only on the surface.
“Wataru, don’t you understand what the monster is saying?”
“Huh?”
Oh, that’s right. I was asked about the language.
Hmm, the letters are different, and the language of the clown dragons is different. So, of course, even if there were monsters in this dungeon that could speak the language, it wouldn’t be the one we’re speaking now.
I guess this means that the monster outside got cocky and said “Ore-sama” when its language was not understood. What would have happened if I didn’t have the language comprehension skill?
…I’m starting to feel sorry for him, and thanks to him, I got to see Alessia-san’s wonderful female part in all its glory.
I will interpret it with some interest.
“Um, he says, ‘You people seem to be having a good time! But your fun ends here! Because I’m here!'”
It is a little vague, but as long as the nuance is right, there is no problem.
“Heh. Is that a special monster? Wataru, can you ask it something?”
I think it would be best to leave him alone, but if Alessia-san and the others are interested, there is nothing I can do about it.
“Ah… what are you?”
“Wataru. Why are you talking so casually?”
“I’m sorry. I was already in a relaxed mode, or rather, my sense of tension was completely gone.”
I guess you could call it a vacation mode.
I was having a lot of fun messing up the dungeon, and drinking put me in a good mood.
I just wanted to drink more and more, taking in the wonderful sight in front of me, until I naturally fell asleep.
“I don’t know how you feel, but only Wataru can interpret this, so you just have to do your best.”
I couldn’t just sit idly by after being encouraged by Alessia-san. I’ll do my best as an interpreter and get her to praise me for it.
“I understand.”
My motivation increased, so I stood up and turned around.
…The motivation that had been rising in me was rapidly diminishing.
What caught my eye when I turned around was a thin, macho, handsome man with red hair. He’s naked on top as if he’s confident in his own body.
He also has a pair of ominous horns on his head, and his eyes are all red with no whites. He is, to put it simply, a monster, but it is very strange that he still looks handsome.
Well, no matter how handsome he is, as a man, I am not happy about it. Or rather, I am even more uncomfortable with the fact that he somehow looks cool despite his chuuni style. [T/n: Eighth-grade syndrome that usually happens to middle schoolers in Japan.]
“What am I, you say? Fuhaha, you wouldn’t be trembling with fear if you hadn’t asked me that, but you asked me a stupid question, human.”
Forget it; I want you to answer my question as soon as possible.
“I am one of the four heavenly kings of the demon kings, the flame demon who rules the flames, Homura!”
If it were a manga, the word “Burn” would appear in the background.
He is the Four Heavenly Kings.
I thought it was possible that the dungeon got angry and sent the Demon King, but it seems that the rank was one level lower.
Still, the Flame Demon Homura, huh?
The dungeon looks like a theme park, the four heavenly kings, Homura, and the subtle Japanese influence.
Could it be that there were Japanese people like me on this island during the time of an ancient civilization that died out?
If the Japanese influenced the development of this island, and this dungeon is influenced by them, it is not impossible…?
I think the original possibility is too small to be considered an urban legend.
Well, that civilization was destroyed, and I’ll just have to check with Creator God-sama when I get a chance. Instead, let’s continue with the interpretation.
“He is one of the four heavenly kings of the demon kings and calls himself Homura, the flame demon who presides over the flames.”
“He seemed to speak for quite a long time, but is that all?”
Alessia-san, hearing my interpretation, tilted her head.
“There are other things he said, but I’ve left them out because they don’t seem to need interpreting.”
He is still boasting about how great he is, but the other four heavenly kings will probably say that he is the weakest of the four! I can feel this pattern already.
I can already smell the scent of all bark and no bite.
The Ship Summoning can withstand God’s attacks. If it were the Demon King himself, the Four Heavenly Kings wouldn’t be able to do anything.
If the Four Heavenly Kings had the power to break through the barriers of the Ship Summoning, that dungeon would not have remained dormant but would have expanded and become so large that it would have affected not only the island but the continent as well.
Even I, a simpleton, can make such a judgment. Well, maybe it’s just because I’m inside a safe barrier confirmed by Creator God-sama that I have the luxury of time.
“Wataru. Information is valuable, so please interpret it correctly. Also, try to ask him questions to get as much information out of him as possible.”
Ilma-san, who had been listening quietly, joined the conversation. What she is saying is not wrong, but her eyes are shining with curiosity, and she seems to be more interested in the academic side of things.
“I understand. I will translate as accurately as I can. And what questions should I ask?”
I was sober and not particularly interested in the Four Heavenly Kings, so I couldn’t think of any questions to ask him.
“Well, first of all, I would like to know the strength of the enemy. Could you ask about the other Four Heavenly Kings and the Demon King? I’d also like to know how old this dungeon was when it was built. I don’t know if he knows, but could you ask him how long the dungeon has been dormant?”
The first half makes sense, but the second half would be entirely in Ilma-san’s interest. But, well, if I can earn Ilma-san’s favor by just asking a question, it’s easy.
“Fuhahaha, are you too afraid to speak? Then I will show you mercy. Don’t worry, you won’t feel the pain because you’ll be extinguished in an instant.”
Before I could ask any questions, Homura, who seemed satisfied with the situation, suddenly began to create flames in the sky above us.
“I’m sorry, Ilma-san. It seems he will start his attack before I can speak.”
“It can’t be helped. Alessia, do you want to stop the attack?”
Ilma-san shrugged and changed her mind.
“I want to know how strong the Four Heavenly Kings are, so I’ll stand by. It doesn’t look like he has the ability to break through the barriers, but we can at least measure the upper limit of his power.”
Unlike me, who only had a vague understanding of how big the barriers were, Alessia-san and the others who had studied the various types of Ship Summoning barriers seemed convinced that there would be no problem and seemed to have a lot of leeway.
After all, this Four Heavenly King guy is all bark and no bite.