Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113: Guild War – Glory (2)
“…Hah.”
The one-armed ninja that Kairas had become turned his head toward me.
A complex gaze swept over the splendid uniform I wore.
“So that’s it.”
《Luxury – Ashgray Wolf Guild Uniform》
《Crafted from sturdier material than ordinary clothing. Grants a single use to summon the Guild Master from anywhere.》
A garment containing a one-time effect that summoned the Guild Master by opening a temporary dimensional gate.
The conspirator had waited for nothing more than the moment Kairas deployed a flashy, massive secret art like Ninja Art: Moving Ancient Tree Roots, then quickly called Targon to this place.
Because I had consumed the Sigh of Lummeran, which erased my presence entirely, the ninja Kairas had detected no sign of Targon’s arrival.
“Spy. From now on, you face me.”
Targon rolled forward lightly on his feet.
Bang!
The stone floor caved in like earth, and the massive orc closed the distance to the conspirator in a single breath.
“…Go!”
The enormous roots that had been pressing down on me surged toward Targon.
Our Guild Master neither dodged nor slowed—he swung his arm with crushing force.
Crack!
The roots that touched the massive fist shattered.
The impact didn’t stop at the point of contact; it rippled through the entire root structure, pulverizing it all at once.
“…Insane!”
Kairas’s eyes widened for a moment before he hurled the throwing stars that danced through the cavern toward Targon.
A spectacle rivaling a thousand blooming flowers.
“Impressive range.”
Targon, grinning slightly, spread his shoulders wide and then clapped his hands together.
Bang, boom, crash!
Though he had merely brought his palms together, a sound like thunder accompanied a shockwave that rippled outward.
The shower of throwing stars lost their momentum all at once and clattered to the ground.
A mighty clap infused with four secret arts combined.
“Is this your limit?”
“……”
Kairas, mouth clenched shut as he surveyed the scattered throwing stars around him, suddenly moved at a speed the eye could barely follow.
“Come then!”
The bulky gray orc grinned widely and brought both hands down against the floor.
As the earth shook, the agile Kairas rolled across the ground.
“You’re certainly fast—remarkably so.”
“…You’re a real monster. It makes no sense.”
Kairas sprang to his feet, gritted his teeth, and spun around.
—Clang!
At that moment, the large ninja dog golem the conspirator had summoned at the start lunged at Targon.
It had finished charging and now joined the fight.
“That movement is no ordinary thing.”
Targon offered his assessment even as the battle raged.
It certainly displayed both speed and striking power in balanced measure.
Those physical abilities were what could be unleashed now, thanks to the charge time it had spent waiting quietly in reserve.
Crunch!
The creature bit down hard on Targon’s wrist.
“But its bite force is disappointingly weak.”
No—
If I had been bitten like that, my arm would have become an infinitely regenerating chew toy long ago.
“Out of the way.”
Targon flicked a knuckle strike into the ninja dog golem’s head.
The golem’s body, forged from material harder than steel, crumbled entirely.
Having drawn near to Targon in the meantime, Kairas swung a dagger at the thick neck, putting everything into the strike.
A desperate blow wrapped in Ninja Art: Blazing Blade.
Squelch!
The dagger embedded itself in Targon’s neck, and blue flames erupted.
Boom!
At the same time, the conspirator, struck by a ponderous back-hand blow, flew backward and collided with the wall.
The ninja slid down to the floor, staggering as he barely managed to rise.
“…Quite fierce indeed.”
Targon brushed away the flames scorching his throat with a careless hand.
It was a trick that would have left a common explorer’s hand burned to ash.
“Out there, you’d have been about level 8. That’d be enough to knock me down, maybe. Come at me again!”
“…….”
The schemer glared at the brutishly durable orc, then pulled a healing tool from his pouch and staunched his shoulder where blood dripped steadily.
His expression was livid.
“That arrogance of yours—showing composure before your enemy. I’ll make you regret it.”
The moment Kairas finished speaking, his form suddenly split into three.
Ninja Art: Spirit Clone.
Each clone possessed roughly thirty percent of the original body’s physical capabilities, and the performance of various equipment worn on the body—including the Lord’s Companion—was replicated to some degree.
Ninja arts truly were broken, second only to magic.
Originally he could summon five clones, but with only one arm remaining, he couldn’t form the hand signs, so the effect was halved.
“Oh, an intriguing Secret Art.”
“…This won’t seem intriguing to you!”
All three Kairases suddenly wreathed their bodies in azure dragon-shaped flames.
Ninja Art: Azure Flame Dragon.
Whoooosh!
The fire dragons surged roughly forward, wrapping around the ash-gray orc’s body and beginning to scorch.
A different tier of heat from the Flame Wave Spell.
The kind of firepower that would turn a man to kindling.
“…I admit, this is extraordinarily hot!”
While Targon was praising the attack, all three Kairases scattered in unison, then charged from different directions at the same moment.
Threatening azure flames gathered across their entire bodies.
Ninja Art: Blazing Slash.
The strongest Ninja Art the schemer could muster.
Shhhhiing—!
The instant three azure slash marks etched through the air and struck Targon simultaneously.
Skreeegh!
An enormous Halberd cleaved through all three of the schemer’s waists at once.
Two of the clones, their upper and lower halves severed, vanished.
“…Ungh.”
The true Kairas managed to twist his body enough to evade, so he didn’t suffer the tragedy of being split in two, but rolled across the floor with only his right leg severed.
“That was an excellent strike.”
Targon, his massive Halberd resting on his shoulder, gave a slight nod of his head.
For such a colossal weapon, the motion of it being swung was almost invisible.
Remembering just how much stronger he was now at level 5 compared to before sent heat flooding through his head and chest.
“Spy. You’re a worthy opponent. But losing an arm from the start was a significant handicap. Without it, I might’ve been in real trouble.”
That’s why I went to great lengths to secretly summon Targon.
If luck weren’t on my side, there were instances—rare as they were—where the schemer could win when the two of us clashed one-on-one.
“But in the end, I won.”
Targon slowly approached the schemer.
“…….”
Kairas glanced toward me.
“…Targon sees you not as a companion, but merely as a ‘variable’—a tool to secure victory in the Guild War. Would you really grant such a man the glory of winning the Guild War?”
His eyes held a certain pathos.
It was the look of someone hoping I’d help by invoking our shared kinship.
“Golden Raven, shouldn’t we Half-Elves help one another?”
If he’d been serving some other evil god, I might’ve attempted to turn him around in return.
If I could only recruit him as a companion, he’d become quite a capable member of an Exploration Expedition anyway.
But.
I shook my head.
“If you gain control of the 3rd District, countless people will suffer. In particular, most of the Harmony Cult members who become obstacles would be killed.”
“…A future where everyone is happy is nothing but an illusion. This is how the world works—someone must be sacrificed for an ideal!”
“A world where the majority finds happiness through the sacrifice of a few—I don’t think that’s bad. But you, Kairas, hold a belief in which everyone can only end up unhappy.”
A believer of Anyshif could never be persuaded.
The Cult of Balanced Equality only approaches and spreads its faith to those completely despairing of this unjust world, those who can no longer return to a peaceful life.
We were never meant to cooperate from the start.
Not unless one of us completely abandoned our own convictions.
“Do your best.”
“How terribly heartless….”
Kairas was muttering away when he was suddenly dragged backward.
A thick Rope — he couldn’t say when it had flown in — was bound around his ankle.
“I told you your opponent was me.”
Targon, gripping the Rope with both hands, smiled with unsettling menace.
Drag, drag, drag.
Kairas was slowly pulled toward the gray orc.
He tried desperately to cut the Rope with his Dagger, but it was useless.
That Rope, forged from the Berserker’s secret art Vital Force Equipment like a Halberd, wouldn’t snap under ordinary impact.
“Do struggle for me — most pitifully.”
As Targon tensed his arms, the bound conspirator flew through the air and crashed into the wall.
Then he tumbled to the ground before flying back toward the wall and driving into it.
Whack!
Mid-assault, he traced hand signs and unleashed Ninja Art: Azure Flame.
It accomplished nothing of consequence.
“Hm.”
Targon, touched by the blue fire, calmly brushed the embers from himself.
The flame — a genuine weakness for a Vampire — scattered uselessly.
“You’ll need something hotter.”
“…Monster.”
Kairas flew helplessly once more.
Thud, thud, thud!
After bouncing off wall and floor several times, a weighty fist crashed into the conspirator’s body as it hurtled toward Targon.
“Ugh….”
The frail Half-Elf was reduced to a ruined husk in moments.
His face was a canvas of blood and bruises, his limbs twisted in directions that defied anatomy.
His spine bent backward in a way no sentient being was meant to endure.
Yet Targon’s retribution was only beginning.
“We’re nowhere near finished.”
Targon retrieved a Recovery Potion and poured it into Kairas’s mouth as the conspirator lay splayed out, moaning weakly.
A Vampire’s superior Stamina stat meant even small potions could rapidly restore the body to full functionality.
Crack!
Kairas’s arm folded four times over, fresh from recovery.
So a human body could crumple like paper.
“……!”
As a ninja accustomed to enduring pain, he didn’t cry out, but foam flecked the conspirator’s lips.
“…Heh.”
Targon’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
He looked enormously pleased.
Still chuckling, he revived Kairas with another potion before beginning to bend the ninja’s fingers back, two at a time.
“…Nngh.”
This time he couldn’t hold back — a moan escaped the ninja’s lips.
— Caw…?
The blind raven perched on my shoulder, who’d been watching the fight, returned to its eye socket and displayed text.
《I thought you were taciturn and serious, but you’re monstrously cruel!》
“Heh, hehehehe….”
The dignified Guild Master of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild, keeper of the 3rd District, laughed with sadistic glee as he inflicted suffering on the ninja.
“Indeed. Quite brutal.”
I tucked back my falling hair carelessly.
“That’s the Guild Master’s true nature.”
A taste for both physical and psychological torment.
More precisely, he’d evolved into a twisted thrill-seeker precisely because ordinary means could no longer excite him.
In simpler terms: a terrifying psychopath.
Though the Upper Warrior Targon was a principled orc who only indulged his sadism when the cause was legal or justified.
“Ugh.”
The sight that continued unfolding was unbearable for a faint-hearted Socialite like me.
Hack!
The conspirator, already utterly subdued and only twitching sporadically, coughed blood profusely.
“Mm, he’s broken.”
“…….”
Kairas looked at me again.
His eyes had softened somewhat, but there was nothing I could do to intervene now.
“Keh, heheheh… Keheheh….”
A smile blooming across his face, his arms trembling.
Targon had already crossed into a state where there was no stopping him.
I’d seen this happen often enough to myself. I knew the signs.
“…Not yet.”
Kairas slowly drew a small vessel from his robes.
A slim flask.
Inside, a violet liquid writhed as if alive.
《???》
《It’s so complicated I can’t figure out what it is!》
I felt the same.
I could rattle off the names of everything the Six Apostles used, yet I had no idea what this was.
‘Here we go again.’
New Content.
It was different from how the game had been.
“Guild Master.”
“What is it?”
“…No, it’s nothing.”
I’d almost warned Targon, but held back.
Who was I to give advice about caution to anyone?
The schemer threw the flask of strange liquid against the ground and shattered it.
Violet vapor rose into the air in tendrils, wrapping around Targon’s body.
“I thought it was a Body Weakness Potion, but apparently not.”
Even as the suspicious gas seeped into his body, Targon smacked his lips with disappointment and lifted Kairas by the throat.
“What did you just do?”
“…Who knows?”
The moment the Half-Elf ninja smiled with that wretched expression on his face—
Ku-gu-gu-gu-guong—!
The ground shook as if struck by an earthquake, a deafening boom tearing through the cavern.
The epicenter: the eastern wall of the Cavern.
Cracks were spreading from the center of the stone wall.
“…What is this?”
Targon narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings, when another tremendous sound erupted.
Crack-crack-crack!
The entire Cavern collapsed inward.
– SHRIEEEEAK!!
From beyond the wall that had been blown clean through—
An Eclipse Wyvern spread its wings wide and let out a fierce, primal roar.
“…It was a potion that summons the Wyvern.”
Kairas muttered, still clutched in that enormous hand.
“Fortunately it works even in this state! No matter how strong you are, there’s no way you can defeat that monster!”
“A hidden card. Worth saving until the end.”
Targon’s expression had gone cold and distant, his eyes fixed on me.
“Honestly, I can’t guarantee victory against that thing either. Any good ideas?”
“Of course.”
I held up three fingers.
Conscious of the Broadcast Crystal that would be waiting outside the hole the Wyvern had torn through.
“Exactly three minutes from now. In that time, I’ll use Magic to defeat a Level 7 monster.”

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