Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 114

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Episode 114: Guild War – Glory (3)
– Kwaaaaaaah—!
The Eclipse Wyvern’s cry rang out louder than when it had been drawn to Yallen.
A roar that seemed to tear through the eardrums.
The killing intent behind it was so raw that my hands trembled of their own accord.
“Quite the rage, wouldn’t you say.”
Targon, speaking without a trace of concern, hurled Kairas toward me.
The Half-Elf ninja, already completely incapacitated, could not move, limp and helpless.
Yet her eyes still blazed with sharp clarity.
As though she couldn’t wait to see what came next.
“…So now Targon’s finished? Handling that in three minutes flat? Preposterous.”
《Honestly, you’ve got a point. But of course you’ve already thought of some brilliant solution, haven’t you? Do try. :)》
Her blind faith is starting to irritate me.
Maybe I should play the fool once in a while.
– Kwah!
The wyvern stepped into the Cavern and sniffed about, its breath heavy and labored.
Then it fixed both eyes directly on the Commander-Rank Gray Orc.
Despite a body structure utterly alien to any ordinary thinking being, disgust and hatred were written plainly across its features.
《The schemer’s drug is composed of an enormous array of ingredients. It seems nearly all of them contain compounds the wyvern despises intensely!》
For even a Level 7 Eclipse Wyvern to be thrown into such a frenzy—that took preparation.
It was an alchemy skill far beyond the reach of ordinary ability.
– Kwaaaaaaah!
The wyvern opened its maw wide and lunged at Targon.
The relatively modest frame of the gray orc was swallowed whole.
“…That’s it.”
Kairas let slip a satisfied smile.
Too early to celebrate, though.
Crack!
The wyvern’s sharp teeth shattered, and Targon burst free from within.
His expression remained completely unmoved, composed.
If anything, the schemer watching from the shadows seemed more shaken.
“That wyvern should be Level 7, shouldn’t it? How is Targon even—”
“Silence, if you please.”
I stuffed a piece of the broken root fragment into Kairas’s mouth to gag her.
Then I turned to Targon.
“Guildmaster. How long do you reckon you can last against that wyvern?”
“Hard to say.”
Targon, swatting away the wyvern as it charged again and backing toward distance, paused briefly before answering.
“Roughly two minutes, I’d estimate.”
“Perfect.”
I promptly sent the blind raven outside.
Then I grabbed the schemer and dragged her to the corner, seating her against the wall.
A perfect vantage point to witness the clash of monster and beast.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had reason to break a sweat.”
Targon, gripping the Halberd in both hands, swatted down the raking claws that came screaming through the air.
Clang—!
The glowing talons meant for the orc skidded sideways, only gouging the ground beneath.
A parry approaching perfection.
It was almost like watching a carving knife cross a toothpick—yet how could such strikes be turned aside so cleanly?
– Kroooooh!
The wyvern beat its wings in a frenzied volley.
Sluggish for its bulk, but even a graze meant certain death.
Clang, clang!
Yet Targon brushed aside every onslaught with ease.
The swordwork seemed crude somehow.
But beneath every movement lay a subtle mastery that a mere Socialite couldn’t hope to perceive.
“…Why is he only Level 5?”
The schemer spat out the twig I’d shoved in her mouth, her voice sinking into disbelief.
“It’s skill refined enough to make one think the Dungeon’s Law itself doesn’t apply to Targon.”
“I prepared the Ritual Thief precisely because of this….”
Frustrated by the small orc’s relentless blocking, the wyvern threw everything into its assault—legs, wings, and tail thrashing in blind fury.
The cavern could not hold against it. Stone and earth were collapsing.
Clang!
The halberd’s stubborn arc drove straight into the wyvern’s brow ridge.
The beast convulsed, thrashing its tail in retaliation, but the orc vaulted lightly past it and plummeted downward, driving the halberd down in a crushing strike.
Crack!
Fierce Battle Beheading Platform.
A formidable Seventh-Tier Secret Art from the Warrior class found its mark against the scale-armored throat.
It dealt no actual damage, yet the monster’s massive frame tilted for just an instant.
—Shriek!
The Eclipse Wyvern, caught off-guard by an attack it did not expect, began raging even more violently.
Now it was using its entire body—lifting off the ground just slightly before crashing back down with full weight.
“Quite formidable.”
One misstep would flatten an orc into a pancake, yet the creature remained utterly composed.
Whenever there was legitimate suffering to be inflicted, this orc was always cold and distant—but otherwise, it wore indifference like a second skin.
Boom!
The entire cavern shook.
Targeting’s wing clipped Targon as he dodged the impact, hurling him through the wall and into the open air.
The wyvern surged after him, tearing through the ceiling.
The cavern, which had barely held together until now, finally collapsed under this final, catastrophic blow.
‘This is getting dangerous.’
The Eclipse Wyvern had landed that hit by pure chance, but even that accident was lethal to a fifth-level explorer.
Even Targon, seemingly invincible, was not immune.
“…I’m about to be crushed to death here, Raven.”
Kairas, stubborn enough not to let go of her dream of winning a guild war, tapped my ankle weakly.
“Wait just a moment.”
Before the rubble could bury me, I dragged the schemer outside.
Scrambling out into daylight, the blind raven arrived at precisely the right moment.
Bringing with her the dwarf from the Western Continent I had sent her to find.
“Kar.”
Yallen descended beside me in a perfect hero’s landing, grasping my ankle as her wings beat the air.
Time was short, so I launched into the explanation immediately.
“Targon is holding the wyvern alone right now—it’s been enhanced to Level Seven.”
“If the Guild Master is handling it, that should be manageable! What do you need me to do?”
“Set these at the positions I designate.”
I handed her the Ritual Candles and ignition kit.
Yallen’s brow furrowed slightly, as if she’d grasped immediately what I was planning.
“Well, I suppose I’ll trust you on this….”
“Once you’re finished, assist Targon in facing the wyvern. Lure it upward from above the debris pile. Can you do that?”
“Of course.”
The Western Continent dwarf, second in command of the guild, asked no further questions and took to the air without hesitation.
Toward Rock Mountain, which had collapsed entirely and now sloped like a low hill.
—Roar!
The wyvern climbed high into the air, then dove in a steep plunge.
Crash!
The sound of claws and weapon meeting head-on.
Targon was struggling to block the full weight of that devastating strike.
I swallowed the last of Lumeran’s Sigh and conjured an illusion.
《Your mental reserves are now completely exhausted!》
As if I didn’t already know.
“…Did you call for me?”
Eyes That Whisper Falsehood manifested.
The skill could only generate illusions of people I’d met before, yet this apparition bore a face I’d never seen in my life.
Neat hair. Calm, composed clothing.
A face that looked utterly exhausted.
‘I truly don’t know who that is?’
‘I should know.’
‘This is strange.’
“Master!”
A voice ringing directly in my ear hauled my fading consciousness back to the surface.
Hyungoo had taken on my appearance without my noticing.
Or perhaps he had been that way all along.
I’m not even sure what I’m thinking anymore.
My head throbs too much to want any thoughts at all.
“…Hyungoo, help those two lure the wyvern.”
“Got it!”
While my doppelgänger sprinted off, I climbed the stones heaped like a hillside.
‘Just a little faster.’
As Yallen’s mouth moved atop the Stone Pile, the enraged wyvern opened its maw wide and charged.
‘Time’s running out now.’
Hyungoo’s elongated tongue kept blocking the wyvern’s sight, and it rose into the air with an angry hiss.
‘I can’t hold it back much longer.’
I know, so stop pestering me.
– Kwaaaaah!
The wyvern was thrashing about in the air, its face twisted in fury.
“A fireworks display offered to you, Solmiran.”
I descended calmly and unleashed the Flame Wave Spell.
Dead center—where light and darkness met on its belly.
I aimed at that microscopically small weak point that appeared only when the Eclipse Wyvern was in its enhanced state, pouring forth all my firepower.
Whoosh!
Hidden by Lumeran’s Sigh, it couldn’t evade and burned properly.
When the flow of yin and yang is severed, balance crumbles.
If you inject an excess of flame—the ‘yang’—into the Eclipse Wyvern’s weakness, the circulation breaks temporarily and the body destabilizes.
In game terms, a status effect called Imbalance: Spirit Rank drops to 5 for thirty seconds.
Just a difference of 2 in numbers, but in terms of Tier, an overwhelming gulf.
– …Kueeerrrgh!
A twisted cry unlike any before.
It was hypersensitive.
Only natural.
Leria, who sought to dye the world in gloomy twilight, was a deity of interest—one that Lumeran, the god of light and the sun and moon, had desperately tried to destroy.
“It’s weakened, even if only slightly!”
Targon leaped and brought his Halberd down on the wyvern’s neck.
The Fierce Battle Beheading Platform again.
This time, unlike before, the wyvern’s scales tore away in chunks, leaving a gaping wound.
“Perfect condition.”
Yallen twisted two Daggers downward, splitting the wound wider.
Then Targon thrust his Halberd deeper into the opening.
Bang!
An explosion erupted inside from Targon’s Secret Art.
Wracked by the status effect Imbalance, the Eclipse Wyvern shrieked in agony and rolled across the ground.
“We must sever its wings, push it as far as possible from any ‘wyvern’ form!”
Hyungoo shouted, drawing aggro with his tongue.
“Understood!”
“Just a bit longer, Guild Master!”
Targon and Yallen poured every offensive Secret Art they had onto the wings.
The textbook strategy for defeating an Eclipse Wyvern.
Burst damage while it’s weak.
Crack!
The weakened wyvern’s left wing was cleanly severed by the Halberd, and Yallen’s space-transcending dagger technique finished the right one.
‘Now don’t miss this chance.’
‘Hurry.’
‘Offer the prayer.’
Everything was complete.
The altar was the enormous Stone Pile that had been the Rock Mountain.
Yallen had finished setting the Ritual Candles.
The sacrificial offering was the Eclipse Wyvern, now barely bearing any resemblance to its true form as a Light Wyvern.
The Offering Ritual was prepared.
“Okail.”
The herald of calamitous upheaval.
I intoned a prayer to the chief of the evil gods.
Keep it concise.
But pack the essence into it.
“Dinner is ready.”
The recipe’s name: Transformed Wyvern.
A special living sacrificial offering presented to that bewildering lord who prefers sacrifices utterly transformed from their original appearance—a creature bearing no resemblance to what it once was.
Whoosh-shhhh!
From my right thigh, an intense colorless aura poured forth, and a long iron chain materialized in the empty air, coiling around the Eclipse Wyvern’s body.
—Kuo-o-o!
Only then did the Eclipse Wyvern, freed from the Imbalance, drive its tail down upon me.
“Hah!”
Yallen threw his entire body forward, barely twisting the tail’s trajectory aside at the last instant.
“…Kar, finish it.”
Yallen, who had crashed beside me, vanished.
“Thank you.”
The moment I lowered my head, Okail’s Iron Chain completely engulfed the wyvern’s body.
Then.
Crack, crunch, crunch-crunch, creak, crack-crack-crack!
From within the chain, writhing like a living thing, came a succession of gruesome tearing sounds.
Bright and dark blood slowly seeped outward.
—Kuo-o-o…!
Still resisting.
Thrashing, trying to snap the chain apart.
Snap!
Since Okail was an Evil God in the end, some of the chain that had never shattered in his prime now broke, and the wyvern’s body began to squeeze free.
If this continued, the Offering Ritual would be interrupted mid-ceremony, and I’d be devoured by an enraged monster.
That’s why I’d brought a powerhouse.
“Stubborn thing.”
Targon drove his Halberd—rippling with crimson light—into the wound at the wyvern’s nape.
A fatal strike layered with seven Secret Arts.
Kwa-a-a-a-a-a—!!
A shockwave erupted outward, and the nearby Stone Pile crumbled.
I tumbled ungracefully backward, rolling across the ground.
—Kro….
The wyvern, its body suddenly sapped of strength, was swallowed once more by the chain.
Crunch-crunch-crack!
That was the end.
【Magnificent.】
When the sacrificial offering had shrunk to a certain size, the voice of the Evil God—resonant with thousands of worshippers’ faith—rang in my mind.
【The special dish is approved.】
Okail had a particular fondness for sacrificial offerings whose appearance—and indeed whose Spirit Rank itself—differed entirely from their original state, much like this Eclipse Wyvern.
【State your price.】
“Illusion.”
【It shall be granted.】
A sharp sensation pricked my thigh, and Okail’s presence vanished at the same moment.
Along with it, the inner voice that kept trying to speak to me fell silent.
…….
I rose slowly to my feet.
Where the chain had been, a Cubic Cube lay fallen.
A tool to reach the Orb of Lumeran suspended overhead.
“Everyone.”
I had Jinsuil locate and fix my gaze upon a crystal orb nearby, and I spoke.
“If you place your faith in the Evil God, you can eliminate even monsters as formidable as that—by offering them up. Does interest stir in you? Do you wish to cultivate Faith toward the Evil God? Then seek me out, Kar the Socialite, for a casual consultation, and spend that time choosing which divine will shall walk with you forever.”
The glory of being able to promote at peak viewership.
In truth, half the reason I’d entered this Guild War was for exactly this.
“The Moon Expedition Party—the Exploration Expedition under my command as its leader. Mark us well, for one day we shall cause a calamity as spectacular as today.”

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