Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 101

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Chapter 101 – Guild War – Daybreak (2)
Teyrun of the White Jade Hand Guild moved quietly through the forest.
‘My luck is incredible.’
By chance, he’d run into two Slayer Ghouls in quick succession and already gathered two Primordial Fragments.
Once he linked up with other guild members, he could push into the Deep Area without trouble.
“Over there!”
“Hurry!”
Voices drew closer from nearby.
Two people.
Outnumbered, he climbed into a tree and hid.
They didn’t seem to belong to the Ash Gray Wolf Guild—the public enemy—but he couldn’t afford to be foolish and stumble into them unprepared.
Even with a temporary alliance, explorers from rival guilds were ultimately enemies to be eliminated.
‘Should I wait here for now?’
Teyrun’s Class was Priest-Druid.
True to a priest of Meterd, he possessed a Secret Art that let him see the entire forest spread before him like his own backyard.
Rather than wander about, it would be better to stay still and eliminate other explorers or ghouls as they appeared.
Just as Teyrun had made his decision and begun surveying his surroundings while blending seamlessly with the tree, he heard it.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Someone was rushing toward him at speed.
Teyrun turned his head to look, his eyes widening.
A small-framed human explorer was being chased by a massive gray orc.
‘It’s Targon!’
Targon, the Ash Gray Wolf Guild master.
A monster who’d surpassed even more skilled explorers and claimed rank two on the Twelve Heroes list through sheer results!
Under normal circumstances, Teyrun would never have dreamed of engaging him—but here in the Dungeon, their Levels were equalized, making him a manageable opponent.
‘At least I should try…’
An attack from hiding would be safe.
If it failed, the poor explorer being chased would be the one sacrificed anyway.
Teyrun created several large seeds in his hand and held his breath, waiting for the moment.
“Stop chasing me—!”
The hapless explorer passed directly below him, and as Targon drew near on his heels.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
The loaded seeds flew like bullets.
Bullet Seed.
A Tier-6 Druid Secret Art that, on a direct hit, could shatter even a monster’s exoskeleton.
“……!”
Targon, focused only on the chase, belatedly spotted the seeds and threw both arms up to shield his face—but at Level 5, it was useless.
A catch worthy of the hunt!
‘…What?’
Before he could savor the victory, Teyrun sensed something was wrong.
The Bullet Seeds had passed straight through the massive gray orc’s body.
“Hmm—?”
And what was that inappropriate, sensual pose?
Before shock could settle in, he leaped to another tree and fled.
No matter how equal their Spirit Ranks had become, a direct confrontation with Targon was unwinnable!
Whoosh.
“Ugh!”
Caught in a sudden eruption of flames, Teyrun plummeted toward the ground.
Fire was one of many weaknesses that plagued vampires.
He rolled with the impact, protecting his neck, and was scrambling across the ground to extinguish the flames when a hand suddenly thrust into his field of vision.
“Hello?”
The explorer who’d been fleeing moments before smiled wickedly, firing flame from his palm—which bore a gaping hole straight through it.
“…Ah.”
Whoosh.
Teyrun’s body, engulfed in the flames of the Seed of Glorious Flame, scattered into the void.
Three Primordial Fragments fell to the ground.
Targon, watching the scene unfold with both hands planted on his hips, spoke.
“Oh, you had two? You got lucky!”
Kar, wearing the guise of the explorer Veldora, nodded his head.
“Really lucky. Teyrun was no pushover.”
Without deception tactics, victory would not have come so easily.
Teyrun’s White Jade Hand Guild lost stability without a supporter, making it like catching a big fish with one’s bare hands.
Kar mourned the unlucky druid and stored three gems in the Subspace.
“Master, what form shall I take next?”
“Wait. I’ll decide for you.”
The Whisper of Falsehood Eye was originally a triggered Secret Art, but since it replaced the original eye and took its place, it also receives a continuous judgment—a unique Secret Art.
It can be triggered even while the form has been changed by Transformation.
“Ufufu….”
“Why are you laughing like that?”
“Socialites who scheme naturally laugh this way. You do it too.”
“Aha! Ufufu…!”
Master and Secret Art laughed darkly together.
Thus the Socialite’s scheme was beginning in earnest to shake the Guild War….
***
Somewhere in a forest beneath a full moon casting its gentle silver light.
“Die—!”
A lion-human explorer unleashed his claws with sharp intensity, swinging his arms with force.
A powerful blow woven together with several Berserker Class Secret Arts.
“Not bad.”
A gray orc muttered flatly, moving his hand without effort to seize the enemy’s wrist.
“But slow.”
“…Ugh!”
The orc, who had blocked an attack that most explorers would struggle even to react to, thrust out his other arm.
A straightforward blow, extending his fist in a single line.
The motion was light, yet the aftermath was not.
Crack-crash-crunch!
With a sound like stone shattering, the nearby trees and brush all shook in unison.
The struck explorer had already flown backward in a spray of blood.
“An opening!”
From behind a massive tree, a robed explorer suddenly emerged.
A chill blue light gathered at the staff in his hand, and in the next moment, countless waves of cold rushed forward with fury.
Frost Wave.
A 7th-Tier Secret Art favored by Mage elementalists.
Crack-crack-crack—!
The wave of frost engulfed the orc in one breath, and without losing momentum, surged onward, freezing all the grass and trees behind it.
“That’s it! He can’t survive this!”
According to the leaked information, Targon possessed no Secret Art of cold resistance.
There was no way he could endure the Frost Wave while his Spirit Rank was adjusted to Level 5.
“…Don’t let your guard down yet.”
The lion-human who had been knocked away approached, touching his puffy cheeks.
“If Targon were to fall to something like this, he’d have collapsed in the Dungeon long before he ever gained his current renown.”
“Yeah, I know that too.”
The elementalist did not grow careless, pouring magic forth for a long while before finally lowering the staff.
Then, gazing upon the orc now completely frozen, he spoke quietly.
“Is it done?”
Crack!
The moment the mage uttered a revival incantation, Targon, who had become a frozen statue, shattered the ice and emerged.
“Refreshing.”
“…How did you endure that!”
The elementalist gasped even as the mage’s innate thirst for knowledge compelled him to ask.
Targon brushed away the ice shards clinging to his body and answered indifferently.
“Spirit Rank and physical ability are not what matters. All one needs is the Secret Arts built through countless efforts and the expedition experience earned through blood and sweat.”
The orc rolled forward lightly, and in the blink of an eye, he was before the mage’s face.
He then seized the enemy’s neck with an enormous hand and lifted him upward.
“Gah….”
“Leyden!”
The lion-human’s body swelled rapidly as he unleashed his blood-red claws.
Crack!
Though he had moved a step too late, Targon’s hand moved faster still, striking the enlarged human’s jaw and shattering it.
Moments later, the elementalist’s body with its broken neck went limp.
The two adventurers turned to blood and scattered into the void within moments.
“So it really was you, Guild Master.”
Lai, an elf scout of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild who had been hiding in the rear, stepped forward and gestured.
— Tee-hee!
— Jewel, jewel!
Small water spirits brought dark-hued jewels at their contractor’s command.
“That makes two we’ve secured.”
“Lai, which guild were those two just now?”
“The Shooting Star Guild. It was their first participation in a Guild War. And the two who just fell were their Guild Master and vice-master.”
“I see.”
The orc, shaking his head calmly, brushed frost from his hair.
“No wonder they came at me with just the two of them. First timers, then.”
Had anyone else made such an arrogant remark, it would have been dismissed as bluster.
But since it came from Targon, it became a reasonable observation.
In the previous Guild War, he had indeed defeated five adventurers without hesitation.
“Where are the rest of the guild members?”
At the Guild Master’s question, Lai unfolded a map to check.
“Dran and Brunelda just joined up and are heading this way. As for the Battlefield of Sun and Moon side…”
The elf, scrutinizing the map for a moment, narrowed her eyes.
“They entered fairly close to each other at first, but for some reason, the two are moving separately now.”
“Hmm.”
Targon, seasoned as an adventurer, could infer the situation on the other side from those words alone.
“So Kar’s up to some scheme, then.”
“I was thinking the same thing. Will it be alright?”
“Whatever he does over there, we have no choice but to trust him with it. We hired him in the first place to dismantle another guild’s strategy.”
His instinct was telling him so.
Kar would certainly do something extraordinary.
“I just hope he does something spectacular enough to catch that spy who killed Rigoberto.”
…
A fierce killing intent emanated from the grey orc as he slowly turned his shoulders.
Lai spoke while maintaining some distance.
“Guild Master, shall we move? Do you remember the strategy Yallen explained?”
“Of course.”
Targon nodded briskly and smiled with grim satisfaction.
“First, we beat down every adventurer from the other guilds who catches our eye.”
Other guilds, ghouls, spies—
all of them.
If we crush them all, we can win regardless of information leaks or anything else.
“…But didn’t Yallen say to prioritize survival over collecting Primordial Fragments? That’s why we only brought tools related to sustaining and recovering life.”
“Terramea, who watches over all battlefields, has spoken. She said she would not bless cowards who hide and slink about.”
Terramea, the goddess of peace and war, had never said such a thing.
Though there had been controversy when she issued an oracle saying she wanted to cuff all cowards upside the head.
“Let’s go, Lai.”
“…Yes.”
Even knowing he had become a public enemy, Targon walked forward openly without hiding.
Their strategy had been exposed, so there would be some hardship ahead, but it was fine.
“Let’s hunt down that spy bastard quickly.”
As long as he could take revenge on his enemy, the spy, no grueling battle was truly a hardship.
***
“Finally cornered him.”
Near the Golden Tower on the Battlefield of Sun and Moon.
Three adventurers surrounded a Western Continent dwarf pressed into the corner of a natural fortress whose thick trees formed a wall.
“…This is really getting tiresome.”
Born, vice-master of the Grand Warrior Guild and a martial artist, sighed as he smoothed his bald head.
A pink-haired berserker wielding a tonfa caught her breath and shouted.
“Just stop running and give up already!”
“Why would I do that?”
Yallen.
A youthful-looking Western Continent dwarf schemer laughed brightly.
“Are you tired already? Well, the ghouls on the Battlefield of Sun and Moon are so wild that it’s not easy to handle. If I’d lacked experience, I would’ve given up by now too.”
“…This is for real! They just keep running their mouth all the way to the end!”
The pink-haired berserker vented her frustration.
Even with all his Secret Arts revealed, Yallen was proving to be no simple opponent.
The nimbleness with which he slipped through their encirclement, threading gaps with uncanny precision.
The various tools he carried to heal his wounds.
And then there was one more decisive factor.
“I’m sorry. Honestly, I’m in a tight spot, but I don’t want to surrender just yet. If I’m going down, I’d prefer it be to someone who overwhelms me through sheer skill.”
You’re all so mediocre you couldn’t possibly defeat me.
That was the meaning woven into his words, if interpreted through the common speech patterns of other races.
The Grand Warrior Guild explorers who had been gradually closing the distance erupted in unison.
“…This is truly infuriating.”
“I want to rip that mouth right off him.”
“Control yourselves. Yes, he looks like a child, but pointing out a Western Continent Dwarf’s rhetorical gifts goes against the spirit of harmony, doesn’t it?”
“That bastard’s mouth is the one that goes against harmony!”
Yallen’s “pure” eloquence, which exceeded the average of Western Continent Dwarves, was swiftly accumulating fatigue in the explorers’ minds.
“…Stop your anger. Let’s just kill him quickly.”
Born, shaking his head, wrapped inner force around his two bandaged hands.
The other explorers blocked Yallen’s escape routes with their own Secret Arts and weapons, preventing him from fleeing.
“Please, just surrender….”
Whoosh!
As Born spread his legs to take his stance, an arrow suddenly flew in from an unexpected angle.
Born deflected the arrow with his fist and turned his head.
“Oops, my bad!”
…….
On a particularly thick branch sat a plant-elf wielding a bow and a human holding a dagger.
A strange gathering of those who loved the grotesque monster, the Eyebeam Bear.
Explorers from the Eyebeam Bear Love Guild.
“…What are you doing? Didn’t we agree to maintain our alliance until every member of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild was eliminated?”
“Sorry. My hand slipped.”
“What? Don’t give me that bullshit, you lunatic!”
As the pink-haired berserker shouted, the human explorer from the Eyebeam Bear Love Guild poked his cheek with his index finger and winked with one eye.
“Can’t you just let me off with my charming smile?”
…….
While the Grand Warrior Guild explorers were letting out hollow laughs, Yallen’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The blue pigment painted on his wrist with Bonded Color was trembling delicately.
‘…They’re here.’
Kar, transformed into someone else, was somewhere nearby.

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