Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175: C-Rank Dungeon – Giant’s Hunting Ground (5)
A massive hole tore open in the sky.
From a single arrow loosed by Brightfeather.
Screeeee—!
The wounded sky howled in anguish.
The gap widened hungrily, greedily consuming the wind itself.
“Wow…”
Brightfeather stared, mouth hanging open, at the feat their own arrow had wrought upon the heavens.
“What happens now…?”
“Watch, and you’ll see.”
Krraaaaaaa—!!
A massive vortex erupted from the hole in the sky, spinning with apocalyptic force.
A display of power that even high-rank Secret Arts could scarcely match.
Even from a distance, we felt our bodies pushed slowly backward.
“…The gate—it’s opening—!”
“Ahhh! Red alert!”
Cries of alarm rang out from the giants.
“Aaaahhh!”
Brightfeather, tumbling far behind me, screamed as well.
I quickly spun out thick, dull silk to catch them before the wind could scatter them further.
“…!”
Brightfeather’s eyes widened as they dangled in the vortex.
“Kar… Captain!”
“Feel free to call me what’s comfortable.”
“Golden Gleaming Sparkle Kar?”
“…Is that the comfortable one?”
As I pulled Brightfeather toward me along the silk strand, the vortex subsided almost at once.
But that wasn’t all.
Beyond the landscape that had shown only wasteland, verdant mountains and fields of green came into view.
“So it was like this all along! I had such a strong feeling something was off…!”
Brightfeather’s vocabulary was nearly as limited as Abel’s, but what they lacked in words they made up for in raw emotion.
I held up a thumbs up and surveyed the sky.
《↑Exit Gate》
Jinsilyi helpfully marked the location of the newly formed gate in empty space.
Its color was so close to the sky that even a half-elf’s meager vision could barely make it out.
“Can you see it there, Brightfeather?”
“Wow, a gate in a place like that…!”
Once I pointed it out, Brightfeather’s bird-kin eyes—far superior to any half-elf’s—spotted it immediately.
“We should head out now.”
The conquest of the Dungeon Within Dungeon, the Endless Wasteland, was complete.
But the clear conditions for the Giant’s Hunting Ground had not yet been satisfied.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes!”
We flew toward the gate that had opened in the sky.
“That was magnificent archery!”
“Wow, incredible!”
Our companions, who had been fighting the giants, quickly caught up with us.
Even Silpren, who had been darting about skillfully until the last moment, soon followed close behind.
“…We actually did it.”
Still disbelieving Brightfeather’s feat, Silpren removed their goggles and gazed blankly at the gate with naked eyes.
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m a Socialite who understands the latent potential of every explorer.”
“…I can’t deny it anymore.”
Silpren wiped the sweat from their palm on their clothes.
Then, suddenly squinting, they hurriedly maneuvered Bingbing out of the way.
Whoosh!
A thick arrow shot up through the space where Bingbing had just been.
It wasn’t just one.
“Wherever you go—!”
“You dare—!”
Arrows followed in rapid succession.
The giants were hoisting massive crossbows and firing in unison.
A disaster.
Even to my untrained eye, their technique fell woefully short.
“Brightfeather? Would you mind showing us what proper archery looks like?”
“Of course!”
The obedient parrot Chowin unleashed a volley of beautifully fletched arrows in rapid succession.
Rapid Fire.
“Ow!”
“Stings!”
“Got my eye!”
The giants hit by the arrows thrashed about dramatically, unaccustomed to pain.
Such a hardy race, after all, had little familiarity with suffering.
“Extraordinary! Simply marvelous!”
Clap, clap, clap!
I began applauding first, and Bartimir and Lepikul joined in.
“That was genuinely impressive.”
“Surely the finest archer I’ve ever witnessed!”
“Thank you!”
Brightfeather accepted the praise without bashfulness or false modesty—with quiet confidence.
Praise, after all, is a kind of adornment for the soul.
“Stop wasting time. Bingbing!”
Whoosh!
At Silpren’s command, Bingbing shot feathers downward with blinding speed.
The Feather Blade—a specialty of avians and bird-kin alike.
“Ow! Sharp!”
The giants caught by the razor-sharp feathers shrieked and abandoned their crossbow fire.
In that opening, we reached the Gate above.
A massive portal hung suspended in the air, its light a brilliant sky-blue, scaled to match the giants’ proportions.
“They’ll be pursuing us immediately. We must hurry.”
Without further delay, I passed through the Gate and emerged outside.
E-rank Dungeon.
Endless Wasteland.
Clear achieved—thanks entirely to Brightfeather’s outstanding performance.
“Don’t relax your guard yet.”
My vision warped for a moment, then the true shape of the Giant’s Hunting Ground came into focus.
A vast expanse befitting giants’ size.
Dozens upon dozens of entrances lined a colossal cavern, crudely carved from stone—an artificial space teeming with makeshift structures.
All of them were dungeon portals.
《C-rank Dungeon – Giant’s Hunting Ground》
《A location where multiple dungeons used as holding pens for captured prey are arranged in sequence. Situated deep underground, even escapees face a grueling ascent back to the surface—a deliberately cruel design.》
《Brutish creatures, yet cunning enough when it comes to satisfying their own appetites!》
“Huh? What’s—?”
A giant who had been resting with his head on a flat stone, idly scratching his sole, bolted upright in alarm.
《Hunting Ground Custodian Grangtum (Giant, 82 years old). A high-ranking figure overseeing the hunting grounds that serve as the giants’ primary pastime. Spirit Rank: 6. A formidable adversary.》
“The clear condition for the Giant’s Hunting Ground is… to reach the surface while avoiding him. Through that tunnel there.”
The cavern had only one exit—a winding tunnel opening to the east.
Naturally, Grangtum would pursue us all the way to the surface.
“Straightforward, isn’t it? Simple and elegant?”
Lepikul smirked and poked my cheek with a finger.
“Don’t be coy. Tell me the real hidden clear condition—the one you’re actually chasing. I doubt you’d settle for a mere chase.”
Perhaps because of the Soul Bond that binds us.
My lord reads through my thick mental defenses as easily as turning a page.
I transformed my right hand into black lightning and spoke.
“We must eliminate the extraordinarily powerful giant over there.”
The hidden clear condition of the Giant’s Hunting Ground.
The death of Grangtum, the Hunting Ground’s custodian.
Turn the hunter into the hunted.
“How delightfully thrilling. Don’t you agree?”
A conquest method almost unbearably exciting.
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Grangtum, the administrator of the Hunting Ground.
His Class is Blood Warrior.
His Spirit Rank is level 6.
Even by raw information alone he was no trivial opponent, but his species as a giant made him all the more formidable.
“You cursed things—!”
Grangtum came charging forward, gripping what would qualify as a “great-great-greatsword” by human warrior standards.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
His thunderous footfalls closed the distance in moments.
“Oh ho!”
Lepikul, who had let out the exclamation, turned to look at me.
Again, that gleam in his eyes—another unspoken request.
But this time it was a straightforward problem, easy enough to solve.
“Would you care to test your limits by engaging that giant?”
“By all means—!”
Already intoxicated with anticipation and excitement, the fake angel flew off with the Raindrop Trident in hand, his face flushed with eagerness.
Grangtum’s head turned as the creature drew near.
Their eyes met.
“Eh? Did I catch myself a white-winged thing—?”
The giant’s aggressive gaze, directed moments before at all of us, fixed entirely upon the fake angel.
As though we others no longer existed, dismissed without a thought.
Sin: Lust.
The difference from when I wielded it was that at Tier 10, he could freely modulate the intensity of his affection and the degree of attention drawn toward himself.
“Quiet, you oaf,” Lepikul murmured low.
He leveled the Raindrop Trident at Grangtum.
“I shall make you a sacrifice for the prosperity of the Nascent Demon Realm.”
His voice and bearing held no warmth whatsoever.
Yet some measure of affection did emerge.
“How thrilling this is! Pray, entertain me!”
A fervent emotion pouring toward a worthy foe who would help set his mind and body ablaze through combat.
Though it differed in direction from the love I pursued, it was nonetheless a burning passion born of Sin: Lust.
Of course, it was the sort of “positive emotion” my master so favored.
“Hahahaha!”
The “Lord of Demons,” laughing boldly not as a fake angel but as the sovereign of the Nascent Demon Realm, hurled himself at Grangtum.
“Come, then!”
“White-winged thing—! I’ve got you now!”
Clang—!
Trident and greatsword collided head-on.
The size difference was so great that naturally the fake angel was driven back.
Yet Lepikul possessed something Grangtum did not.
Overwhelming practical combat experience.
“…Hah!”
The fake angel smoothly deflected the greatsword, driving the Raindrop Trident toward the giant’s jaw.
The strike appeared to land without real impact.
But what mattered was that combat remained viable despite the vast differences in stature and level.
“Shall we end our observation here?”
At my words, Silpren, who had been standing slack-jawed, pushed his goggles up onto his forehead.
“That one’s not an angel, is he? Right?”
“Correct. In truth, his real identity is a dinosaur. A Tyrannosaurus, specifically.”
“Wow! So he was a dinosaur…!”
“…Lai, don’t believe everything you hear.”
Silpren shook his head vigorously and pulled his goggles back down.
“Give us your orders.”
“Understood.”
I glanced at the small stone that marked the entrance to the Endless Wasteland.
“Within five minutes at the latest, the giants will emerge from the Dungeon. When they do, we’ll be slaughtered.”
“Eek…!”
“But! Who am I? Bartimir, please—tell them.”
“A companion to the legendary Saint Seraphina! The prime architect of the Ash Gray Wolf Guild’s Guild War victory! The first to clear the Southern Continent Expedition! The cutest of all Half-Elves!”
“Yes, that’s right. I am such a remarkable explorer.”
I lifted the stone marking the entrance to the Endless Wasteland using the telekinetic power of the Hand That Grasps the World.
The Demon-type Being daughter understood my intention at once and struck the common ground with the Rock Shattering Technique.
Boom!
Rock fragments scattered everywhere, and a large hole opened up.
“Dilmo said that the Rock Shattering Technique was actually designed for this kind of thing!”
Bang-bang-bang!
Bartimir swung her fists in rapid succession.
With each extension of her arm, the pit grew deeper and deeper.
“That should be enough.”
“Yes!”
Right after the Demon-type Being daughter leaped out of the hole, she hurled the stone entrance into it and buried it deep using telekinesis.
The burial was complete.
“Tada. Now the time limit has become unlimited.”
A cunning stratagem—blocking the entrance entirely so they could never escape.
It was a strategy used countless times throughout actual history and known even to ordinary people, so it was absolutely not some brutal cruelty that deserved to be called by such names.
“That’s amazing! There’s a reason you’re counted among the rising stars of dungeon exploration…!”
“Now you’ll have the opportunity to explore alongside such a remarkable adventurer.”
I struck a ‘magnificent Half-Elf commander pose’ for the bright-eyed Brightfeather, then turned my head away.
“Now that we have time, let’s go help Lepikul.”
The false Celestial was still holding her own against Grangtum without losing ground.
“Truly formidable! Admirable indeed!”
“Just die already!”
“Don’t merely speak of killing intent—put it into your strikes! Don’t just rely on raw power!”
It seemed habit to turn every fight into a teaching match.
Which meant she didn’t take them seriously at all.
“You might seem easy to fight because you’re so light on your feet, but you’re a dangerous threat to us. A single hit would mean instant death.”
“…Oh.”
“Though there would be time to leave a final word, so you needn’t worry too much.”
“Huh….”
Each time I spoke, she’d add a sound of acknowledgment—it made explaining feel worthwhile.
Like a colorful master drummer keeping time beside a blonde storyteller.
We made the right choice recruiting Brightfeather!
“Silpren is here. It seems Bingbing is growing a bit tired.”
– Wheeze….
“I was hoping for a break anyway. Understood….”
Silpren glanced at Brightfeather but said nothing more.
She’d already witnessed the sight of the cage being demolished and her putting in tremendous work.
“Hahahahaha!”
A booming laugh burst from the fake Celestial’s lips.
At first, there was no competition in terms of pure strength, but now the Greatsword and Trident were clashing rather evenly.
Though we were still being pushed back.
“While Lepikul holds the line, the three of us must attack simultaneously. We strike the giant’s weak points at the same time to bring it down. Simple, yes?”
I sent three golden ravens created with Illusion toward three separate points.
The nape of the neck, the abdomen, the back.
The head and heart were protected most heavily, so those were areas to avoid.
Giants, in the end, belonged to the race of ‘people.’
Unlike magical beasts, which were born with stubborn vitality, the giant could be taken down in a single strike if we hit the weak points correctly, regardless of level difference.
“I’ll take the back, Brightfeather takes the nape, and Bartimir takes the abdomen. When I give the signal, you attack.”
“Got it!”
“Yes…!”
Even as I gave directions, Lepikul’s movements grew increasingly agile and sharp.
“Grrrgh—!”
But Grangtum was not about to be subdued so easily.
Thanks to the Blood Warrior class Secret Art, all the blood flowing from her wounds was reabsorbed, making her gradually stronger.
No matter how well we were fighting, my lord was only Level 2.
There lacked the Spirit Rank for a decisive final blow.
‘So I shall support your back.’
I began drawing spider silk from my right hand, carefully controlling the thickness and tensile strength of each strand.
At last, the time had come to unveil the golden raven Kar’s new finishing technique.

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