Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 117

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Episode 117: You’re So Cool, Tribe Leader!
“You wish to be discharged? Very well.”
The Celestial Shaman who ran Sky Wings had barely spent five seconds in conversation before granting permission for discharge.
Things were progressing so quickly that Merlin’s eyes went blank, blinking slowly.
“…You can just decide like that?”
“I’ve done everything I’m able to do anyway.”
The Celestial Healer shook out her disheveled hair.
“The side effects lingering from the Artifact are beyond my reach. With sufficient rest, you’ll recover soon enough.”
“How long should I rest?”
“Perhaps five years or so?”
……
The penalty from Consciousness Thief was indeed merciless.
Eradra, the White Jade Hand Guild Master who’d used the effect once just like me, must be groaning about it right now too.
‘I should bring her some medicine later.’
Though I couldn’t quite understand why, she clearly disliked me—but a gift might improve our relationship.
Being Pletika’s finest artisan, it wouldn’t hurt to grow closer to her.
I happened to know things that a dragon-blood clan member would enjoy.
“Thank you for the treatment. I’ll take my leave now.”
After bowing to the Celestial Healer, I made my way with my siblings to the Ash Gray Wolf Guild’s headquarters building.
“It’s the golden raven.”
“So it is?”
“Seeing it in person is even more frightening….”
“Don’t get too close!”
Since not much time had passed since the Guild War ended, intense attention rained down on us the entire way.
“Yes indeed. I am Kar, the Socialite of Twisted Truth.”
When I waved cheerfully, the citizens began to avert their eyes from me.
It was quite a wound to a delicate Socialite’s heart.
“Do you know why they won’t return my greeting?”
“…Because you smiled, I’d think.”
“What’s wrong with my radiant smile?”
“Never mind.”
Merlin gave up outright, while Abel simply shook his head in silence.
Unable to identify the real problem, we arrived at the Ash Gray Wolf Guild headquarters.
Buzz, buzz.
Cheerful conversation spilled out from beyond the wolf’s-head-shaped building.
It seemed a gathering was already underway.
Leading my siblings inside, the eyes of the guild members gathered on the first floor—which doubled as a tavern—all turned toward us.
“Good evening. I am Kar, the clever and charming Socialite, and I have arrived.”
……
My cheerful greeting was met with silence.
Why is this happening?
“Oh, member Kar! The true hero of the Guild War championship is here!”
A booming voice cut through the silence.
The one who’d shattered the awkward atmosphere was Brunelda, the Sub-Guild Master from the Northern Continent barbarians, seated at the central table alongside two other Sub-Guild Masters.
“Master Kar!”
“You came.”
Following that, Dran and Lai, who had participated in the Guild War, greeted me warmly as well.
Only then did the general guild members begin showering me with various greetings in boisterous confusion.
“Thanks, golden raven!”
“You were incredible!”
“Though you were a bit scary!”
I accepted their gratitude with satisfaction, then ventured to ask casually:
“Is there anyone here who might be interested in embarking on the path of seeking Knowledge in pursuit of Twisted Truth?”
……
The guild members who had been chattering loudly suddenly fell silent.
They began averting their eyes.
“Dran?”
“…I am bound to serve one who struggles with extreme passion, so I cannot.”
“And you, Lai?”
“You know well what becomes of an Elf who serves an Evil God….”
In the end, not a single guild member came forward to declare their newfound faith in Kar.
《Bitter intelligence: Not a single sentient being has converted to a new faith since the Guild War. The same applies to the other wretched evil deities.》
The result was nothing short of disappointing.
After demonstrating remarkable prowess in the Guild War and promoting so earnestly, why had recruitment stalled entirely?
《Correction: Okail did grow slightly.》
It seemed that the practical applications of Transformation had simply been too impressive—overshadowing the Secret Arts of the other evil deities by sheer comparison.

“Kar, come sit! I’ve saved a place for you right here!”
Brunelda patted the empty chair to her left.
The Sub-Guild Masters and members of the Moon Expedition Party were seated at the same table, with three chairs reserved for myself and my siblings.
“I trust you’ve had a good rest, Tribe Leader.”
I hurried over and sat down, only to have a strong hand begin patting my shoulder with forceful strikes.
“Krahaha! Our Kar is absolutely adorable!”
“Indeed, I do possess a certain cuteness. However, would you mind ceasing the strikes? My shoulder feels as though it may dislocate.”
Bang, bang, bang!
As I was being jostled about, Pendrick—seated to Brunelda’s right—began waving his hand excitedly.
True to his reputation as a social powerhouse, he’d already grown close to Brunelda, her scarred barbarian arms now draped familiarly across his shoulders.
“Captain! That Guild War was absolutely amazing!”
His speech had grown slightly slurred from several drinks already.
“Honestly, at first I was worried. I mean, the Guild War only has high-level adventurers competing, right? So I wondered if you—still only Level 4—could actually pull off a victory. But at the same time, I was secretly looking forward to it….”
He rattled on and on.
An almost uncomfortable torrent of words spilled forth.
“…That’s enough.”
Just as the story reached the moment when ‘the Captain had perfectly deceived the Sub-Guild Master of the White Jade Hand Guild,’ Bartimir clamped his hand over the prodigy swordsman’s mouth.
Then he spoke brightly.
“Mother, I’m glad you’re safe!”
……
The boisterous chatter at the surrounding tables fell silent all at once.
“How’s your head? I was worried, since you used an Artifact that causes severe psychological trauma.”
“Rest assured. My mind remains as intact as always.”
“Though it was never entirely sound to begin with, so there was no real need to worry in the first place.”
“Pardon? What do you mean by that?”
“You’re seriously asking because you don’t understand…?”
Bartimir dodged the answer before continuing.
“We actually trained by ourselves earlier. Watching the Guild War made me realize just how far behind we are compared to high-level adventurers.”
“I felt the same way.”
Pendrick nodded in agreement with Bartimir’s words and laughed openly.
Given their admirable attitude, I decided to share a white truth spoken in good faith.
“Indeed. If you had participated, you likely would not have advanced to the deeper rounds and would have been eliminated.”
Every adventurer who participated in the Guild War was a veteran of Level 6 or above.
Even with their spiritual essence and physical abilities synchronized to an equivalent level, our members—still lacking in experience—could not have endured it.
“You must strive harder going forward. You are members of the Moon Expedition Party that I lead.”
Once word of the Guild War’s results spreads to the other districts, I will become Pletika’s most renowned exploration prospect.
In other words, the likelihood of becoming a target for lawless elements had increased even further.
“From now on, we cannot afford to be careless when entering the Dungeon.”
Luxerion, who had been sitting quietly, smiled faintly.
“Especially since you, Kar, don’t engage in ordinary exploration anyway, and now this threat from lawless elements has been added on top of that.”
“So you’re saying you’re even more eager now?”
……
The sleepy-eyed priest averted his gaze to the side.
“You’re truly an original individual, Kar!”
Yallen, the Western Continent Dwarf Sub-Guild Master who had been drinking milk, spoke cheerfully.
《Translation: No matter how much I think about it, you really are a strange one.》
“You’re certainly unique, that’s for sure.”
Dilmo, the Gnome Sub-Guild Master, chuckled and rested his chin on the table.
《Sub-Guild Master Dilmo (Underground Gnome, 52 years old). Exceptionally clever mind, yet his Class is that of a brawler who fights with his whole body—a peculiar dwarf. His presence is so unpleasant, don’t even bother talking to him!》
Excluding Rigoberto, who had been killed by the conspirators, every Sub-Guild Master of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild was gathered in one place.
Normally, these people were too busy with their duties and expeditions to assemble like this in full.
‘This is fortunate timing.’
I intended to make a request of each Sub-Guild Master of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild.
He made a major contribution to the Guild War victory, so I can hardly refuse him.
“Tribe Leader.”
I called out to Brunelda, the kind of person who grants most requests from her tribe members.
“Ah, that’s right! I had something to say to Kar!”
But the forthright barbarian Sub-Guild Master beat me to it, patting my shoulder enthusiastically.
“We Sub-Guild Masters will each grant you one wish!”
“…Brunelda?”
“What?”
Yallen furrowed his brow mid-sip of milk.
Dilmo didn’t look particularly eager to accept either.
“Without our tribe member Kar, we’d have had a hard time winning! This much generosity is only fitting!”
“But you’re already planning to give him a reward through the Guild Master…”
“People must sometimes act on impulse, freed from calculation. Only then can they escape the chronic exhaustion that builds from chasing nothing but ‘righteous deeds’!”
Clap, clap, clap!
It was such a perfectly apt saying that I couldn’t help but applaud.
“Truly worthy of the Tribe Leader!”
“You’re magnificent, Tribe Leader!”
Pendrick, already one of Brunelda’s tribe members, joined me in clapping and cheering.
“Khaha! You pretty little ones sure do speak sweetly!”
Brunelda laughed heartily, slapping the shoulders of the tribesmen flanking her.
Dilmo, the Gnome Sub-Guild Master, let out a suppressed laugh and shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, as long as it’s not an unreasonable request, I don’t mind. It’s undeniable that he did something remarkable.”
“Exactly my point! What about you, Yallen?”
“…I’ll join in too.”
The embodiment of boldness.
The height of heartiness.
Brunelda looped her arm around my shoulder.
“Now then, tell us the wishes you’d like us to grant! We’d even hand over our entire fortunes if you asked right now!”
“Truly a great-hearted one.”
I spoke shyly, nestled against Brunelda’s side.
“First, I’d like you to become the sword instructor for Pendrick, our prodigious swordsman.”
“You mean our tribe member Pendrick?”
Brunelda glanced sidelong at Pendrick sitting to her right.
“He certainly has considerable talent… no, extraordinary talent. ‘Prodigious swordsman’ is hardly an exaggeration.”
The barbarian Sub-Guild Master immediately slapped Pendrick’s back firmly and nodded emphatically.
“Excellent! It’s a request from our tribe member Kar, and the student shows real promise, so there’s no reason to refuse!”
“Thank you.”
“I’m grateful too! To think that the legendary ‘Rhinoceros of the Northern Continent’ will be my teacher! My father will be so delighted!”
As Pendrick burst into cheers, the sword spirit in my beloved’s arms trembled softly.
That was a dance you’d see when she was in good spirits.
She seemed delighted that Pendrick could finally learn a proper sword Secret Art.
“I have similar requests for the other two as well.”
I turned my head toward the two shorter Sub-Guild Masters sitting side by side.
“Yallen, would you teach the Phantom Rabbit Split—that Secret Art you often use—to my ward Merlin here?”
Yallen’s martial Secret Art, the Phantom Rabbit Split.
I intended to have Merlin learn this high-performance Secret Art that summoned a duplicate with identical specs to the user.
“Me this time?”
Merlin, who’d been munching meat contentedly, tilted his head in confusion.
“Didn’t I just learn excellent Secret Arts recently?”
“A Shapeshifter needs to master a wide variety of Secret Arts. Especially you.”
The tiger-man Shapeshifter was a jack-of-all-trades.
So he needed to become a true generalist, with solid fundamentals across every domain.
“Understood. I’ll teach him diligently!”
Yallen accepted my request without hesitation.
At least on the surface.
His true feelings were probably different, but he wasn’t petty enough to engage in a battle of wills with a child, so he’d likely teach earnestly in the end.
“Then who will I take?”
Dilmo, the Gnome Sub-Guild Master who’d been observing with interest, quirked his lips upward.
“Dilmo, would you teach unarmed combat to Bartimir over there, the kindhearted Demon-type Being?”
“I’m game.”
Bartimir’s trust in me had already pierced through the ceiling, so I accepted without hesitation.
She’s our daughter, after all.
“…Wait. Isn’t she a Dark Mage?”
“That’s correct.”
“But she uses martial arts?”
“Yes. She is a Dark Mage, but her fists and feet are her primary weapons.”
…….
Dilmo stared at Bartimir with a dazed expression, blinking slowly.
“What are you looking at?”
“…It won’t be easy. But that’s fine. Since we’re doing this anyway, I’ll teach you all diligently.”
And so Pendrick, Merlin, and Bartimir each began learning a martial Secret Art.
The investiture ceremony granting the victorious guild control over the 3rd District would take place five days hence, and with steady training until then, they could master the basics.
It would be difficult, certainly, but life was always hard anyway—so what was the harm?
“Now, shall we enjoy the banquet?”
It was right after I’d taken a spoonful of soup from the bowl before me.
“Kar.”
I turned to look behind me at the sound of my name and found an elf standing there, dressed in garments bearing a wolf emblem.
《Elvira, Secretary to Targon (Precious Elf, 859 years old). The difference in rank prevents me from reading her exact information, but you already know which elf she is anyway, so it should be fine!》
“Good to see you, Elvira.”
“The pleasure is mine.”
Elvira bowed her head to me and spoke.
“The Guild Master is waiting for you. He says he’d like to settle accounts at once.”
It seemed he intended to pay the promised reward immediately.
A merchant’s refreshing directness.
“Understood. Shall we go?”
It was time to become a legitimate thief raiding the Ash Gray Wolf Guild’s treasury.

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