The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Translator: Luk2048

If you’d think about it, it’s not like I could just wait there for Rēko the whole time. After all, the rejuvenating medicine able to shrink my body was with my other luggage, left inside the bandits’ hideout. If I were to spend the night there, my body would’ve suddenly returned to its previous size, and not able to fit inside the cave I’d have caused a cave in.

“I’m really glad it’s a safe cave. Err let’s see, I’ve to turn right here.”

I’ve always been reasonably confident in my memory. Still, just in case I’d have to retrace my steps, I was sc.r.a.ping off moss marking the ground. Bringing the book along would be the most certain way, but not moving it from the entrance has to be the tacit etiquette. If one day some other humans were to fall in, just how much relief would that guidebook being there bring them.

“So I turn this way here — and once I pa.s.s straight through the last room I’ll reach the robbers pa.s.sage on the surface.”

Once I followed the path without any mistakes, I suddenly felt the muddy ground turn solid. It’s just before the robbers’ pa.s.sage. The only wide s.p.a.ce on the map able to be called a room was built entirely with the same sized stone blocks, from floor to ceiling.

A so called stone chamber.

I heard that the ancient royalty’s tombs were designed like this.

I felt inexpressible eeriness. Throughout the stone chamber were murals depicting men carrying bows and spears rousing the beasts of the gra.s.slands.

“Let’s leave quickly.”

This wasn’t a good place for me to be in. Instinctively feeling that, I hastened my steps to cross the room. If I clear one part of the destroyed by the robbers’ stone blocks, it’ll immediately become an ascent towards the surface.

At that time, two incidents happened simultaneously. Firstly, the moss attached to my feet got crushed on the flat stone chamber floor. As a consequence, I slipped and fell down magnificently.

And the other one was that, as I’ve been falling, an arrow with a tremendous force pa.s.sed right above my head, grazing it.

“… Ha?”

A black arrow was pierced deep into the stone chamber’s wall. If that did hit me, I’d have no doubt followed the fate of the rolling around the entrance animal’s bones.

“a trap? That was way too close. Or rather, lucky me. Just one more step and I’d be dead.”

However, I had a bad feeling. In that guidebook, there certainly was written “used as a playground by children”. Traps shooting arrows, was it really a place for children to play?

“… These adventurers’ children are amazing. From the young age they’re training this way.”

After forcibly interpreting it this way, smiling, I deliberately looked

looked from where the arrow came. It has to be a trap. Because if that wasn’t a trap, it’d have to be something much more terrifying.

Because if that wasn’t a trap, it meant that someone nearby shot that arrow, right?

“Prey, hunt.”

Anxiety turned out to be true. There was something.

It was a strange existence formed into a human’s shape from the densely gathered black fog. That thing, while holding a bow and arrow composed similarly from the black fog, faced me promptly and drew his bow.

“Noooooooooo—————!! It came out———!!”

I started running away in a crazed manner. After I moved, an arrow pierced the floor with a whish sound right where I’ve just stood. Returning to the maze I began my flight, repeatedly turning right and left. Once I ran into a dead-end my shoulders moved up and down while trying to stifle my breath.

—— Now that I think about it, I’m a beast.

I messed up. Only at this point did I remember the guidebook’s warning. That had to be the enshrined here G.o.d of Hunt. He mistook me for a sacrificed animal and is trying to hunt me as a prey.

What should I do? Dying in such a gloomy place… At least let me die somewhere better.

Even when I desperately exerted my ears I couldn’t hear that monster’s footsteps. However, just by imagining that eerie black fog figure appearing before

appearing before me, I felt like my spirit was cut with a sharp blade.

Think. Even if I fought with that thing, there’s no way I’d win. After all, it’s a G.o.d. It’s an existence which preyed even on the trained for combat adventurers’ familiars. That’s why I’ll just get quickly sacrificed and be done for——

Sacrifice? Rēko’s face briefly flashed in my mind.

(A G.o.d of Hunt, huh…)

For the argument’s sake, let’s think what would’ve Rēko done in these circ.u.mstances. Well, most likely when it came this far she’d have as always used tough measures and kicked even that G.o.d’s a.s.s, but what would happen if she was delivered here as a sacrifice, just like she was offered to me.

Would she have died? No way. I can’t imagine a picture of her being meekly sacrificed. Even if she wouldn’t have awoken her magic powers.

“I’ll die anyway. Might as well give it a try.”

After sighing and preparing myself for death, I ran out of the blind alley along with splas.h.i.+ng sounds of water. Then I raised a scream reverberating throughout the cave.

“Oo—i, exalted G.o.d of Hunting! I’m nothing more than a stupid dragon offered to you as a sacrifice! Come and enjoy me as much as you like!”

I took a pose of absolute submission, laying belly-up on the ground with all my limbs stretched. As soon as I did, an arrow shot from arrow shot from somewhere got stuck right next to my face.

Still, I didn’t move. Well, truth be told, even if I wanted to I was already unable to move, since my legs got paralyzed from fear.

Inside the cave echoed only the sound of bowstring being pulled.

“I won’t neither run nor hide. Being able to be hanged on the magnificent G.o.d of Hunting’s arrow brings one nothing but satisfaction. Now, please pierce my heart, if only your mercy may allow so.”

I simulated the lines Rēko would have said in a situation like this. Even I found it unpleasant how easily they came out of my mouth. Several seconds, which seemed like eternity, have pa.s.sed like that. Before I realized, sound of the bowstring being pulled disappeared and was replaced with nearing steps on the wet ground.

“You, not run?”

I felt like fainting when the black fog monster suddenly peered in my face.

“I-I won’t run. Since my very life has already been offered to you.”

“You, weird.”

As expected, you also think so – I empathized with the grotesque G.o.d in my head.

“Wait.”

The black fog G.o.d briskly went into the rear pa.s.sage, and after a while came back. In his hands was moss amply soaked in water.

“Cool your head, a bit. You, tired.”

After being moved by the kindness for the first time in a while, I’ve at last raised my voice and cried on the spot.