Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 119

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Episode 119: Wouldn’t It Be Faster to Be Reborn?
An underground prison where not a glimmer of light penetrates.
The conspirator Kailias, locked in solitary confinement, stared blankly into the void.
“Kailias Selun.”
Then, abruptly, the heavy voice of a guard—a member of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild—broke the silence.
“You have a visitor.”
Kailias was dragged helplessly and forced into a seat somewhere.
Everything remained pitch-black, but unlike his cell, he could make out faint shapes here.
Beyond a glass partition shrouded in darkness sat a person of modest build.
“Lord Kailias. I see you’ve grown quite haggard in our time apart.”
“…….”
Kar, the Gold Crow.
The very architect of Kailias’s undoing continued speaking without the slightest trace of concern.
“Have you abandoned your Faith?”
“…Yes. I tried to delay it as long as possible, but it didn’t work out.”
Kailias laughed weakly, his body going limp.
“I no longer serve Anisheev. But no force on earth will make me surrender the dream of a world where all beings exist in equal harmony.”
“I never intended to. Why would I strip away such an earnest wish?”
“…Then what brings you here? Come to mock a defeated man?”
“Surely you don’t think me capable of such cruelty.”
Kar, speaking in an affectless tone, handed something to a guild member across the barrier.
Several minutes passed.
After lengthy procedures, Kar’s object was placed into Kailias’s hands.
Strangely, the Fire-Bearing Cobra Statue shone with unmistakable clarity even in the darkness.
“…What is this?”
“An idol shaped in the image of Leria, the solitary watcher of silence. I purchased it in the City of Indulgence specifically for you.”
“So the question is: why give me such a thing?”
“Simply keep it with you.”
Kar’s voice came as a low murmur from the darkness.
“Then you will face gloomy twilight and cyclical death.”
With that cryptic parting, Kar departed.
Back in his cell, Kailias stood motionless, cradling the idol.
At first he’d intended to smash it, but something made him hesitate.
“…….”
All around him lay stillness.
His vision held nothing.
The only thing that existed was absolute solitude.
‘…What is this feeling?’
It was strange.
The suffocating darkness that had choked him, the oppressive silence that had crushed his mind—both were now soothing his weary spirit as it sank into the abyss.
Ever since he drew the cobra statue to his chest.
“…What?”
Kailias’s eyes snapped open wide.
They say the prison in the 3rd District drives its inmates to madness and death through endless silence.
Had he already become insane?
“A serpent…?”
In the darkness, Kailias beheld a coiled serpent.
It made no sound, silent and drenched in stillness, watching him intently—a creature impossibly small.
“…….”
He was certain he’d never seen this serpent before.
Yet he understood what it was.
The solitary watcher of silence.
The Dark God of gloomy twilight and cyclical death.
Leria.
“Ah…”
He felt it.
The faint—oh, so faint—Faith that dwelt within that small serpent.
He understood.
The contemplation of this lofty being, who merely watched in stillness.
He wavered.
My Faith in the Solitary One—the Master I’d clung to in my heart even after being abandoned by Kar—remained unshaken.
— Ssssaahhh.
Then the serpent whispered something.
I couldn’t make out the words.
Not a single syllable.
And yet.
I was certain this moment was a Faith Experience—that rare, extraordinary vision granted to only a select few.
Because….
‘How can they be so weak?’
The Lonely Watcher of Silence couldn’t have possessed enough Faith to project his illusion onto the mortal world.
“Leria?”
Kailias crawled slowly toward the small serpent on his knees.
The coiled snake unraveled, slithering up his arm.
Watching its unhurried ascent, Kailias found himself thinking without intention.
‘I want to protect her.’
A small, precious godling.
He wanted to shield Leria from harm.
The moment that thought took root, Kailias felt his mind grow calm.
‘…What have I been doing all this time?’
It was absurd.
He’d lived so long in service to Anisheev, yet never found the peace that came now—after forsaking that very Faith.
His thoughts were tangled, but his heart was quieter than it had ever been.
Only then could Kailias grasp what Kar had meant.
“Lonely Watcher of Silence, I beseech you—grant your flame to this wretched vessel.”
That day, Leria gained her fourth devotee.
And so the Half-Elf, who had despaired of the world, found—thanks to a small and precious Dark God—the peace of heart she’d never known in her entire life.
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I walked the streets of the 3rd District Northern with Lucius.
“Where are we heading?”
“We’re going to engage in a thrilling secret game that makes our hearts race—just the two of us.”
“…How delightful.”
A perfectly Arteinn-like response.
Which meant no delight at all.
“Actually, I’ve come to confess a love I’ve kept hidden.”
“I see.”
“To you, Lucius.”
“…My thoughts grow richer for the hearing.”
Crackle.
Thanks to Lucius, who harmonized effortlessly with every word, I managed a conversation that pleased the Exalted One adequately.
By devoting myself so earnestly to my Faith, I reached my destination in no time.
The guild’s headquarters, bearing the symbol of a wine bottle adorned with jewels of many hues.
“Actually, while I’m in the 3rd District, I’ve come to complete a task I’d been putting off.”
As I stepped inside, the dwarf from the Eastern Continent looked up from a workbench, beaming and thumping his chest.
“Oh, there you are!”
Tabirek, Master of the Jewel Lord Guild (dwarf of the Eastern Continent, 78 years old). A craftsman I’d commissioned to retrieve a corpse once before. Regrettably, his expression had grown far brighter than when I’d last seen him.
“Have you been well all this while, Tabirek?”
“Quite well indeed! Ever since I crafted that Spirit Vessel for you, my skills—which had stagnated for a time—have improved by leaps and bounds!”
“It seems Solmiran has graced you with her sunlight.”
The Eternally Burning One had surely bestowed brilliant inspiration upon the dwarf I would soon be indebted to again and again.
Was it terribly vain of me to think it thus?
“And I hear you accomplished quite the feat this time! Guild War champions, no less! I nearly fell out of my seat watching the broadcast.”
“As you see, I am a Socialite of extraordinary talent. Please, praise me freely. Go ahead and pat my rear.”
“…My arms are too short for that.”
Tabirek stroked his own beard instead and continued speaking.
“So, what brings you here?”
“To place a crafting commission, of course.”
I removed the Hand Grasping Embers from my left arm and held it out.
The dwarf’s eyes flickered, his pupils wavering for a moment.
“So that arm is a prosthetic after all. How did that happen?”
“I was so hungry I ate it.”
“Please, say things like that with a smile. Otherwise it sounds serious….”
Tabirek shook his head and accepted the prosthetic arm.
Then he examined it carefully.
“Oho, fine craftsmanship indeed. I don’t see anything broken about it. So you want to add new functions?”
“Yes.”
I nodded and retrieved the trump card material from the pocket dimension.
– Where am I now?!
It was the head of a centaur-type elite golem.
“…What is that?”
“A spoil of war obtained from the Dungeon in a future time period. It has the function of absorbing energy, amplifying its force, and then releasing it.”
– I’m not an object! Treat me as a sentient being, I’m begging you!
The headless golem shrieked, but I made no effort to comply with its demands.
Humane treatment was a luxury not afforded to war criminals.
“Let me see it.”
Tabirek took the golem’s head and examined it from various angles, then let out a small sound of admiration.
“A golem from a future time period, you said? The structure certainly has many aspects that aren’t immediately intuitive. Particularly the Mana Core is… quite unusual.”
“Unlike the modern era, the Mana Core absorbs and charges itself with natural mana.”
“Then it would function semi-perpetually without requiring a Mage to manage it? Remarkable!”
Magical Power, the Secret Art resource of Mages, is vital energy refined by drawing mana into the body.
Modern golems break down quickly unless a Mage periodically recharges their Magical Power, but the golems of Golemopia simply continued operating even when left alone.
“Please install this golem’s Mana Core and its energy-absorbing function into the prosthetic arm. Is that possible?”
“Well….”
Tabirek stroked his beard, considered the matter, and answered.
“It won’t be easy, but I’ll give it my best. Somehow I have the feeling that Solmiran is smiling down on this.”
《Perhaps it’s not merely a feeling after all…》
“Is there anything else you’d like to commission?”
“There is.”
I retrieved the shackles called the Demon Suppression Cuffs from the Spirit Vessel’s pocket dimension, which I’d taken from the Ash Gray Wolf Guild’s vault.
“What’s that junk? It looks like something from at least the age of the Holy War.”
“Precisely. Since it’s so old that it would fall apart if used as-is, I came to have it repaired.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, would you tell me how you plan to use it? Depending on the purpose, I might be able to add some unique functions.”
I glanced at Lucius standing beside me, then turned my gaze back to the dwarf.
Tabirek visibly tensed for a moment before understanding dawned, and he nodded knowingly.
“Ahem! I’m a dwarf of harmony and unity, after all. I’ll respect your preferences.”
“Actually, I plan to use it in combat.”
“…You use shackles in battle?”
Before Tabirek’s expression could grow any less harmonious, I quickly explained the proper application.
“So please lengthen the chain portion. And while you’re at it, make it sturdy enough not to break.”
“Lengthening it isn’t difficult, but making something this old durable enough not to shatter… that’s a real challenge.”
“That’s why I’ve brought someone to help.”
Lucius stepped forward and clasped his hands together.
“I am Lucius, a humble servant of Arteinn’s light. I intend to place a blessing upon those shackles.”
“In that case, things should work out without difficulty. I understand. I’ll take this commission as well.”
The dwarf took the Demon Suppression Cuffs and placed them on his work table alongside the golem’s head.
“How long will it take?”
“I’ll finish as quickly as possible. I can’t keep the future’s great explorer waiting too long, now can I?”
“True words. I’m destined to become quite the legendary explorer. Get my autograph before I become even more famous.”
“…This time, somehow what you’re saying actually sounds plausible.”
After deliberating, Tabirek ultimately had me sign my name on his hammer with a beautiful flourish.
Lucius, watching from the side, smiled faintly.
“I never expected you’d actually do it.”
“It’s a sort of investment. In the exploration business, it’s quite common.”
Even people who began as novice explorers frequently became major players in the field within just a few years.
Targon was exactly such a case.
It was a famous story how some Dragon-blood blacksmith had grown rich by selling a small piece of Targon’s beginner-era weapon.
“Keep it safe. Someday it will make Tabirek a wealthy man.”
Before leaving and letting Lucius participate in the crafting work, I found myself asking on a whim.
“By the way, Tabirek—are you not interested in the Twisted Truth?”
“…I’m afraid not, thank you.”
“It’s quite strange. You promoted Faith so much during the Guild War, yet no one comes seeking me out.”
“…….”
Tabirek avoided my gaze and simply stroked his beard.
Then Lucius, whose eyes met mine, laughed awkwardly and opened his mouth.
“…Isn’t it that Kar seems too much like an extraordinary explorer, so we hesitate to approach you so readily?”
“Ah! So that’s what it was?”
In the game I couldn’t promote Dark God Faith, so I was uncertain, but it seemed the problem was that I’d simply displayed too brilliant performances.
Regrettable as it was, I hadn’t harbored great expectations anyway.
If there had been an easy way to increase believers, the developers would have nerfed it long ago.
“Then, what should we do to enhance the Dark Gods’ divine power?”
“…….”
The sleepy-eyed priest, after considerable deliberation, spoke carefully at last.
“…It seems the fastest way would be to be reborn as a celestial god.”
《The Wise One cannot restrain His anger!》
Tring-tring-tring!
Crack-pop.
At such an extreme solution, all the Dark Gods cried out in indignation at once.
Clang-clunk.
Only one.
Only Okail, the Chief Dark God, did not grow angry and abruptly expressed a terse opinion.
‘The idea isn’t bad.’

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