Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 110

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Episode 110: Guild War – Sunlight (3)
– Kwaaaaaa!
Golden and silver light shook the wyvern’s cry throughout the deep area.
The adventurers and ghouls who had been resisting scattered in all directions.
The adventurers clustered together by guild, while the ghouls dispersed haphazardly.
“…This is a sorry sight.”
Inside a building in the Ruins Eastern Section.
Heaviclo, the bear-man guild master of the Grand Warrior Guild, was catching his breath inside a structure.
“At this point, there’s no way to win, is there?”
Kukus, a Wise Ogre and warrior of the Grand Warrior Guild, shook his head slowly.
With nothing to argue against, Heaviclo raked a rough hand through his hair.
‘…There really is no way out of this.’
For some reason, the enhanced wyvern was impossibly strong.
For Level 5 adventurers, it was nearly impossible to defeat.
Even with the ghouls’ cooperation, all they’d managed was to sever its tail.
– Kwooooo!
In truth, even that wasn’t a proper victory.
It only enraged the beast, sending it into a more violent rampage.
“Kukus, at this rate, no one can win.”
“Indeed.”
“If no one obtains the Orb of Lumeran, the guild with the last surviving adventurer wins. From now on, we focus only on survival.”
It was a situation that rarely arose, but this guild war seemed destined to crown a champion in such an ignominious manner.
Honestly, it was distasteful, but there was no alternative.
‘Is there anything better we could do…?’
The grim-faced bear-man was lost in thought, a contrast to his fearsome appearance.
– Found it!
A small water spirit appeared and laughed cheerfully.
‘…A Naiad. Lai’s spirit, then.’
Crash!
The moment Heaviclo began to rise, the ceiling collapsed and a massive gray orc plummeted through.
“Greetings.”
“…Targon.”
Targon rolled his shoulders lightly as he spoke.
“Heaviclo. Come at me.”
“I’d like nothing more, but now isn’t the time. We need to join hands and strike down that wyvern.”
If the Ash Gray Wolf Guild lent its strength, they might actually suppress that half-and-half wyvern.
The most dangerous enemy, but there was no choice now.
“…Hmm.”
Yet his weakness of heart had been seen through.
Targon shook his head slightly.
“How disappointing. To think you’d avoid battle. Are you afraid?”
“…….”
Come to think of it, a fight seemed reasonable enough.
“Kukus, we’ll take down Targon together.”
“Then what of the championship…?”
“Who cares!”
Guild war or whatever else—all he wanted now was to beat Targon senseless.
“Come on then, Targon!”
“That’s more like it.”
Targon smiled with satisfaction, clenching both fists.
The reason for engaging in combat now was to fulfill Kar’s request.
‘Guild master, please eliminate the scattered adventurers and ghouls one by one.’
So he was simply following orders.
He’d already disposed of a bard from the White Jade Hand Guild and three slaughter ghouls.
But with all this, how was the wyvern supposed to be defeated?
He had no idea, and he didn’t particularly care to know.
“Don’t disappoint me, Heaviclo.”
Targon, who had knelt on one knee and placed his hand on the ground, now rose, gripping an enormous halberd.
“I’ll even draw a weapon specially for you.”
It was time for a legitimate duel where he could beat him to his heart’s content.
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“…A long exhale.”
Kylas Selun’s face darkened with displeasure.
Regardless, I began to applaud, opening my mouth to speak.
“A magnificent strategy—masquerading as both an Adventurer and donning the skin of a Slaughter Ghoul. Since you’re a Ninja, you can swap your garments in an instant, allowing you to avoid engaging with either Adventurers or Ghouls simultaneously. Quite the clever ploy.”
Kylas Selun, who had been absently adjusting the Slaughter Ghoul’s hide, swept a hand across his face.
“…How did you know this time?”
“You ask an obviously simple question.”
I spread both arms wide.
“Rider knows everything.”
…….
Kylas Selun glared at me fiercely, then moved with sudden speed, kicking off from the Basement and bolting for the exit.
Bang!
The figure leaping through the air struck an invisible barrier.
An unseen protective barrier had been erected near the entrance to the Basement.
“Did you really think I’d just let you escape?”
Dran, the sheep-horned Monk who had come with us, clenched and unclenched both fists.
In each eye, the shapes of a sword and shield gleamed.
Terramea’s Battlefield.
A Secret Art that forms a protective barrier enclosing a fixed area, preventing anyone inside from leaving until the user dies.
“…All I need to do is kill that one!”
Monks who serve Terramea are extremely resilient, making them troublesome opponents—but within Battlefield of Sun and Moon, their physical abilities are constrained.
I can subdue him easily enough.
That must be his calculation.
In a flash.
Just as Kylas Selun was about to throw out the Supreme Assassin, someone seized his wrist.
“Fooled again?”
Brunelda.
The northern barbarian Warrior emerged from the shadows, where she had been concealed in the void using Scattered Night, a Secret Art without rank embedded within the Artifact Nightfall.
“Your temper’s gotten the better of you, it seems. Or perhaps the side effects of abandoning that log and fleeing with your Secret Art are truly that severe?”
…….
Kylas Selun’s visage—twisted in Ghoul form—blurred for an instant and vanished.
He reappeared above Dran and drove a dagger downward.
Crack!
The dagger pierced sharply through.
“That hurts considerably.”
My arm, extended above Dran’s head.
“O Terramea!”
Seizing the momentary opening, Dran drove his fist forward.
Boom!
The sternum caves in.
Hit squarely, Kylas Selun flew backward, then righted his posture mid-air.
He then bent at the waist to evade Brunelda’s slash, shifting toward a corner.
He must be thinking that such a position suits him better when facing multiple opponents.
“Even if all of you come at me at once, I….”
Cough.
Mid-speech, Kylas Selun coughed up blood from his mouth.
The chest where Dran had struck him earlier was beginning to burn away slowly.
“Should a Vampire be so careless?”
At my words, Kylas Selun looked to Dran’s hand.
Embedded in the thick gauntlet was a small amulet bearing the symbol of a sword.
Simply a common object found anywhere—a symbol of Terramea, the deity of war and peace.
One of the Vampire’s many vulnerabilities.
“I shall offer you honey-sweet counsel, Kylas Selun.”
I extended my left hand and spoke.
“While your Secret Art’s side effects persist, avoid fighting other Adventurers if you can. Remain hidden.”
“…That’s exactly what I was trying to do, but you keep tracking me down!!”
Whoosh!
Scarlet flames consumed the Ghoul-form Ninja seething with rage.
“With that, all bonus lives have been exhausted.”
“So now I can finally eliminate that spy!”
We were almost there.
“You know the next location, I assume?”
“Of course.”
I nodded lightly and picked up the small pouch that Kylas Selun had dropped when he vanished.
Despite having been caught in the flow of time, only the surface had grown grimy—not a single hole pierced through it.
“What is that?”
“A hidden weapon left behind by the priests of Lumeran, one might say. A Hidden Piece that has yet to be revealed.”
“…I’ll let that slide for now, but how did the schemer know about it?”
“Well, for now, just assume that Kylas Selun and his allies are remarkably erudite.”
“Fair enough. Truth be told, I didn’t really need to know the reason.”
Perhaps it was just idle curiosity.
In truth, by nature Brunelda would have no interest whatsoever in the source of Kylas Selun’s knowledge.
There was only one field that could hold the interest of a sub-guild master from the Northern Continent wilderness.
“Let’s go back and crush him.”
The one who murdered Rigoberto.
Kylas Selun now had only one life remaining.
But now he would finally be able to fight at full strength, so victory would no longer come as easily as before.
‘This is where it truly matters.’
Originally, by the story’s design, the 3rd District was supposed to fall to the Six Apostles, and Pletika would descend into full chaos.
Kylas Selun’s prevention of the guild war victory was high-difficulty content for those who had graduated from novice play and stepped into the realm of true veteran players.
Even if we burned through all the bonus lives, the Six Apostles’ ninja’s final desperate assault was genuinely formidable.
“Your role as clan leader ends here.”
Even Brunelda herself could not guarantee victory.
Neither could I.
So I intended to entrust it to someone more suitable.
Roooaaarrr—!
As I exited the basement, the Eclipse Wyvern unleashed another breath attack.
This time toward the west.
Only the eastern section remained now.
‘The breath is finished now.’
But the monster was still far from easy to contend with using its body alone.
If someone interfered and disrupted the subjugation process, I myself would find victory difficult to guarantee.
So I had to eliminate them all.
“I’ll move now.”
Brunelda, Dran, and I headed toward the most conspicuous location in the Ruins.
As we moved quickly, some adventurers blocked our path.
“…Well met.”
Lufrité, the guild master of the Unforgotten Turtle Guild.
A human guild member with the Tracker class from the Unforgotten Turtle Guild.
Both looked utterly battered.
“Move aside.”
“I’ll have to refuse.”
Despite the dire circumstances, Lufrité smiled gently.
“We’ve no choice but to aim for a dishonorable victory. And with just three of you, I think we can actually win.”
“Do you really think so?”
Brunelda stepped forward with a broad smile, her arm slung across Dran’s shoulder.
“Kar, we’ll handle this. You go do what you need to do.”
To actually experience that famous ‘Leave this to me and go on ahead’…!
I bowed deeply and slipped away without hesitation.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
The Tracker tried to loose an arrow, but Dran blocked the path and stopped him.
In that gap, I dashed forward and reached my destination.
Dungeon Center.
A rocky peak jutted up suddenly, its vast cave opening yawning within.
《The Wyvern’s lair. The interior is wider than it appears.》
I stepped inside.
《Warning: Roll to the side.》
The moment the text appeared, I obeyed without delay.
Crash!
An explosion erupted where I’d been standing moments before.
“Quite the dodge.”
From the scorched western sector, an explorer strolled forward unhurried.
Eradra, guildmaster of the White Jade Hand Guild.
The Vampire, bristling with vicious-looking artillery, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
I asked on the chance it might matter.
“Even if I return the Consciousness Thief, it won’t help, will it? You’ll just keep fighting.”
“Right.”
Eradra extended both hands toward me.
“I haven’t forgotten what you did back there as ‘Tilda Irese’.”
“I was just talking a lot, really.”
“That’s the problem. You were far too chatty. It was grating.”
Is this karmic retribution?
One would think people earned respect by speaking well….
“Die.”
Zzzzzzzzt—!
Pseudo-lasers and explosions poured down on me with an intense shriek.
Just before the bombardment reached me, I heard the laughter of small children.
—Tee-hee!
—Ha-ha!
Naiads.
Small water spirits gathered and conjured a curtain of water before me.
“You came at the right moment.”
Lai, the Half-Elf contractor of the Naiads, descended from midair wielding the Water Bow.
“Go on. Leave this to me.”
Before I obeyed, I leaned close to Lai’s ear and made one important request.
“Understood. Get going.”
“Thank you.”
I gave Lai a thumbs up and hurried into the cave.
After advancing through the dark passage for a while, I emerged into a chamber bathed in pleasant warmth.
A space of considerable size.
“Conspirator—?”
I wandered the chamber, calling out desperately for my missing lord.
The faithless ninja offered no reply.
“Won’t you come out?”
Then.
I’ll have to draw him out myself.
“You are truly incorrigible, ninja.”
I moved with soft, careful steps toward a point just beside the middle of the left cave wall.
Then I raised my left hand.
Whoosh!
The instant I unleashed flame, a section of stone wall burned away, and the ninja hidden behind it was exposed.
Silver hair pulled tight at the back.
Skin so pale you’d catch frostbite from merely touching it.
And above all.
A beauty that made one forget he was human.
…….
The Conspirator glared at me, then exhaled heavily.
“Kar, Golden Raven. Truly a tiresome creature. Do you truly intend to see this through with me?”
“No. In truth, I’ve been pursuing you out of admiration. Will you marry me?”
“…Nonsense!”
If you’re going to snap at me, why ask in the first place?
“It is my fate.”
I drew out the Full Moon Reaper.
“Don’t you think so as well? Kylas Selun, the Half-moon Elf and human hybrid.”
“…So that was it, then.”
The Conspirator.
A wry smile played at the corner of half-Elf Kylas’s mouth.
“Kar, Golden Raven. Are you a hybrid of Sun Elf and human?”
Sun Elf.
I, Kar the Socialite, was descended from a bloodline created by Solmiran.

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