Gate – Jietai Kare no Chi nite, Kaku Tatakeri Vol 9 Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Translator: Nigel

Editor:Deus Ex Machina

The JGSDF’s Special Region Expedition Force formed two long columns of combat and supply vehicles, and they advanced along the gravel road.

The coa.r.s.e tires of the heavy trucks filled the air with dust, drawing a veil over Arnus.

Said dust blackened the skin where it mixed with the sweat beading it, and it was hard just to keep their eyes open.

However, the men were in high spirits.

They held their rifles and faced forward, their backs held ramrod straight. Their combat boots pounded with broad strides, and the servicemen were filled with energy.

Everyone present understood that the upcoming battle would probably be the last one they would fight against the Empire.

“After this, the war’ll be over.”

“After it’s done, we can all go home.”

“We’ll stop them once and for all.”

Everyone had their own thoughts on the matter, and their own reasons to fight. It fuelled their fighting spirit, and it seemed as though Arnus was on fire from the heat steaming off them.

However, some people were not part of this blazing conflagration.

The higher the servicemen’s spirits burned, the more intense the loneliness those girls felt.

The PX (Post Exchange) was bereft of customers, which made them all realize what would happen to Arnus’ settlement if the Gate was closed.

 

The head chef could not help but get irritated as he saw the cat-eared waitress drinking at the counter during the daytime.

“Meia! Are you free enough that you can drink in the day!?”

“I’m on break ~nya. I need to use up my payed bay-kay-shun (paid vacation) days ~nya.”

The catgirl laid her cheek on the counter, her ears twitching as she answered. She usually wore a maid’s dress, but today she was in casual attire.

She wore the prevailing fas.h.i.+on among Arnus’ demihumans, a pair of hot pants with a hole from which her tail protruded. The laces of her woven sandals encased a pair of pretty legs, and her lightly-swis.h.i.+ng tail traced enchanting curves in the air for all around her to see.

Her upper body was sheathed in a loose tube top, her delicious armpits and bosom very nearly spilling out of its confines. It was high-cut, the better to bare her midriff and t.i.tillate all onlookers.

Simply put, she was a dazzling beauty.

For that reason, the customer density in the canteen mysteriously went up around the counter where she sat.

The workers and the mercenaries hired by the traders enjoyed their meals as they enjoyed the sight of her.

If this were nighttime in another city, drunkards with ulterior motives would surely flock to her. However, it was daytime, and she was among familiar company, which was why Meia could drink in peace and with her guard lowered, despite the feast she was providing the surrounding eyes.

However, the head chef was clearly annoyed by drunk ladies in particular.

“You wouldn’t scold a drunk male, this is discrimination ~nya.”

“No! It’s different! It’s very troublesome for a lady who doesn’t know what kind of situation she’s in when people with ill intentions approach her. If you’re careless about these things, it’ll lead to dire consequences. That’s carelessness on the woman’s part.”

The head chef’s words were also a veiled warning to the men around her, who were searching for an opening they could exploit.

Thus, he decided to change the chiding tone in which he addressed Meia.

“Say, Meia. You don’t get vacations like these often. Why not spend them meaningfully?”

“And what exactly is meaningful ~nya?”

“For instanc

e, cleaning your room, was.h.i.+ng your clothes, mending things… they should all have acc.u.mulated, no? The day’d go by in a flash if you did them.”

“I do stuff like that everyday, so there’s nothing left for me to do ~nya.”

One could tell that Meia was a hardworking girl from her answer. Given Meia’s personality, she was not the sort of person who would put off until tomorrow what she could do today.

“How about having fun and chatting with someone? I’ll introduce a guy to you, how about that?”

The men around her chorused, “Yeah, that’s right” in time with the head chef’s words, as though they all wanted to be chosen to have fun with her. However, Meia simply laughed off the head chef’s suggestion.

“You mean, having fun in Arnus ~nya?”

Unfortunately, Arnus lacked any entertainment facilities. Window-shopping or browsing through wares held no interest for her. She was intimately familiar with the layout of the stores and the contents of their shelves. To her, there was no mystery in where they were and what they stocked.

“Also, just looking at my friends’ faces is boring ~nya.”

Recently, the residents of Arnus had begun discussing what they would do once the Gate closed when two or more of them gathered in one place. The people often fretted about what they would do afterwards, what would happen to them and so on.

“And besides, he’s gone off to fight~nya. I mean, I could go out with another guy, but I’m hardly that sly ~nya… I’m so lonely ~nya.”

“What’s this, Meia? You’ve got a man?”

“We don’t have that kind of relations.h.i.+p yet ~nya. But I wouldn’t mind going there ~nya.”

“Is he from Nihon?”

Meia slowly raised her head, looked drunkenly at the head chef, and nodded silently.

“That, that, uh… yeah, that’s pretty rough.”

After the head chef forced those words out, he scratched his head.

This was not just worrying about her future or the loss of her boyfriend; it was not too much of an exaggeration to call it a two-hit combo of losing her job and lover at once. The head chef was familiar with the damage of such a double impact; he had experienced the loss of his wife and his job simultaneously as well.

“So… does he know how you feel?”

Meia shook her head from where she was sprawled on the table.

If he did not dislike Meia, then there was a chance that he might stay. In fact, there were rumors that they had begun taking volunteers to stay behind, and many people had applied. For instance, it was public knowledge that Kurata and Tomita from the former 3rd Recon were among those people.

However, they would need to have a good relations.h.i.+p in order for him to choose to stay. If Meia kept her feelings to herself, it would be pointless.

“Say, Meia. Why not just confess to him? Then beg him to stay or something.”

Meia’s eyes grew moist, and she pouted, “I can’t do that ~nya.”

She said that if he stayed here, he would be forced to part ways with his family.

Once the Gate closed, there was no telling how much time would pa.s.s in j.a.pan even if they opened it again soon after.

In the worst-case scenario, he would have to say farewell to them forever. Meia was not selfish enough to impose herself on him like that.

“In that case, why not go to Nihon?”

Several days ago, there had been a public conference about what would happen after governance of the Arnus region was transferred to j.a.pan.

If the current residents of Arnus wanted to live in j.a.pan, they could apply for j.a.panese citizens.h.i.+p or permanent residency. Either option would allow them to stay in j.a.pan.

However, the thought of that made Meia very uneasy. Living in a foreign land was very difficult to wrap her mind around.

She had not experienced any difficulty with the language, habits and her job around the JSDF servicemen, because the servicemen had always been on their best behavior. However, she had keenly felt it when a group of embedded reporters had come too.

They looked at her like a talking dog or cat. If there were many people like that on the other side of the Gate, then she would have to amply prepare her heart. She would need determination to survive, because an immature love was far too unreliable for that.

“If I was working, I wouldn’t have the time to think about this ~nya, but now that I’m free, that’s the only thing in my head ~nya…” Meia continued as she pleaded drunkenly for the alcohol to continue, and she turned a sparkly gaze on the waitress working frantically in the cantina.

“This place looks as busy as always ~nya.”

“Ahhh… there’s fewer customers at night, but the daytime crowd hasn’t been affected. The Jayesdeef people take their lunch in their own canteens and so they won’t come here. Well… it feels like this sort of thing is going to carry on for a while.”

In any case, if the Gate was closed, there would be less meaning to the existence of this town, and its population would naturally drop. The workers, mercenary guards, carpenters and other people would also take their leave. Meia was aware and prepared of the possibility of being rea.s.signed or transferred. It was possible that she might be sent to a branch in the Imperial Capital or some other big city.

“Meia, if you do well, you could be a.s.signed to the branch in the Imperial Capital. It’d be better than a small town like this. The big city won’t lack for places where you can have fun, and it ought to be more interesting than over here.”

However, Meia shook her head.

“There’s nowhere which can compare to this place ~nya.”

“Ah, I guess.”

The head chef acknowledged her point as well.

Unless one lived in an old city, the humans there would generally be opposed to demihumans and they would receive the cold shoulder. Given the Academy City of Londel’s long history, it should have been no exception, and yet there were certain old parts of the city which looked down on newer inhabitants.

“If I could work in the cantina, wouldn’t that mean I could stay in Arnus ~nya? If you’re got the luxury of hiring new people, then why not hire me ~nya?”

Meia looked enviously at one of the new waitresses, who did not quite seem used to her job yet.

“No, she’s a different case.”

There was embarra.s.sment on the head chef’s face as he answered.

Meia found it strange; why had he hired a female Dragonkin as a waitress? She did not seem very skilled, and she could not understand the reason for it given the head chef’s inclinations.

“Really ~nya?”

“Ahh, it’s just so she can pay off her debt with her wages, don’t get me wrong.”

The head chef clammed up, not wis.h.i.+ng to discuss the topic any further.

“Giselle~san, clear these.”

“Oh-kay~”

The priestesses of Emroy, G.o.d of Darkness, were famous for dressing  in black goth outfits.

However, the white goth outfit was more well-known.

Anyone who did not know that someone in that outfit was a priestess of Hardy, G.o.ddess of the Underworld, was probably not a resident of the Special Region.

It was just like how people  would a.s.sociate someone in a nun’s outfit with a Christian church or convent, or someone in a kasa with Buddhism, or someone in a miko’s clothes with the s.h.i.+nto religion.

Besides, there were hardly any other female Dragonkin around who wore white goth outfits.

Therefore, everyone stared with gaping mouths at the ap.r.o.n-clad Giselle as she wound her way through the gaps between the tables. It was as though time had stopped for a moment.

A pair of Wolfman mercenary guards, who had thought to wet their throats in the cantina and wash off the dust of the road, froze in place as they gawped at her.

“Oi, Wolf, since when did this place become a gothpray (cosplay) cantina?”

“So this is what the Nihonjin call a gothpray cafe, it took me by surprise. Well, that’s the Arnus Living Community for you; they’ve  brought Nihon’s fas.h.i.+ons over. Well done on getting a Dragonkin girl to put on a white goth outfit.”

After the two of them denied what they had just seen with their own eyes, they breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the familiar-looking waitress said, “This isn’t cosplay, this is the real deal,” whereupon the two of them were shocked once more.

“So, so wait, that means, it’s… it’s really from Belnago…”

Wolf tugged on his cheek, as he patted the shoulder of a Dwarf friend drinking at the counter.

The Dwarf dipped his chin in agreement.

“But, but how could this be? Can you really say that? If she’s the person herself, then she would be the Her Eminence Giselle, but then she’s working in a place like this…”

This was like seeing a TV idol doing the dishes in a ramen cantina.

“It’s hardly strange, right? Her Holiness Rory is working here too, no?”

“But Her Holiness is doing a great service here. Yet, your Eminence Giselle is performing servant’s work; surely we could do something like that, no?”

“You say that, but it’s already happened. It’s a lo~ng story.”

The Dwarf put his beer down and sat up properly.

“Want to hear about it?”

“Ahh, very much.”

“First things first, this isn’t a funny story. What I’m going to tell you is a tragedy that will impress the cruelty of the world onto you.”

The two mercenaries nodded, and sat down beside the Dwarf.

“Alright, here it goes.”

These words would stand as an eternal message and lesson to future generations: “Even a DemiG.o.ddess has to work off her debts if she can’t pay them off.”

 

 

In order to understand the nature of what happened, we will need to turn the clock back to the time when Giselle arrived in Arnus. As the DemiG.o.ddess placed in charge of observing how Rory and Itami completed the task set for them by Hardy, it made perfect sense for Giselle to come to Arnus. And so, Giselle boarded the flying machine called a “helicopter” to reach Arnus.

“Ah… you’re going to Arnus?”

Itami’s question was directed at the seated Dragonkin woman, who had an clueless look on her face.

“Yes, something troublesome came up.”

“Then we’ll have to stop over halfway at Tenska, and one of our combat teams will escort you back. However, we might run into some fighting along the way; will that be alright?”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“That settles it, then.”

Itami had no intention of barring her from taking a Chinook.

However, their interaction had given rise to a misunderstanding on Giselle’s part. Itami had not refused her a ride, but that did not mean that he had agreed to care for her and treat her as a guest to be plied with food and drink.

In truth, Itami was distracted by transporting the kidnappee and responding to the scholars, so he did not have enough energy to care about Giselle. Once Giselle had arrived at Arnus, she had been cut loose, but she a.s.sumed that all her expenses would be paid for, and so she ate and drank and ordered as her appet.i.te directed her, and in the end she had gotten into trouble.

After Giselle stuffed herself full of food and wine, she told the waitress, “That was delicious, thanks for your hospitality. Now where will I be staying?”

Her answer was a bill thrust into her face.

“What’s this?”

The waitress evaded Giselle’s gaze, and answered plainly and clearly, as though she did that sort of thing every day.

“Ah, it’s a request for payment for the food and drink you consumed, dear customer.”

“Eh!? What’s that supposed to be? Didn’t that Itamy punk tell you?”

After sensing trouble brewing, the head chef c.u.m manager stepped in to take the waitress’ place.

“Does this involve the boss of the ALC?”

“Yes, he’s currently with Rory-oneesama.”

“So it’s something to do with Boss Itamy. Still, he never mentioned anything about you, you know?”

“I see, that kid must have been in a rush and forgot to tell you. That’s fine; I’ll get in touch with Itamy afterwards and let him clear things up.”

The head chef saw the confident smile on Giselle’s face and wondered if he had gotten something wrong.

And the fact was, it was quite common for Giselle… for a demiG.o.d to not have to pay for their food and drink. The head chef had even heard with his own ears of cases where people had offered up their establishments to them.

For instance, when Hardy had possessed Lelei for her binge, not only had she not been asked to pay, but the temple had settled the bill in full. No, the fact was, they might not even have been asked to pay at all; in a city of shrines and temples, being able to claim “an apostle came to our cantina and we catered to her desires” was excellent publicity.

This was not that city, and there was n.o.body rus.h.i.+ng to pay the DemiG.o.ddess Giselle’s bills for her. Usually, there were small shrines to Hardy in a city, itinerant priests taking the role of missionaries, or perhaps a local wors.h.i.+p group which gathered donations. All of them could contribute to paying for a demiG.o.d’s food and board.

Therefore, she wanted to tell the head chef that all these matters had already been settled. That being the case, all that was needed was to talk with the ALC and Itami again.

However, after waiting for a little while,  he came back with news that plunged Giselle into an abyss of despair.

“Dear customer, Boss Itami says that he doesn’t know of any arrangement like this.”

“Ehhh!? No way!”

“Still, since the boss doesn’t know about this, all we can do is claim payment from you, your Eminence.”

“Then, then what about the local temple or other religious bodies?”

The head chef shook his head sadly. There were no shrines or priests of Hardy in this newly-built town, and unfortunately, none of the faithful were present either.

No, one of them had been here once, but not any more. She recalled Yao’s face.

In any case, Giselle would have to tackle the expenses she had racked up through her drinking and dining by herself. n.o.body could or would pay on her behalf.

“Besides, Boss Itamy isn’t a wors.h.i.+pper of Hardy. Come to think of it, given the Flame Dragon incident, he ought to be an enemy of yours. Did you stop to think about why he’d feed or house you?”

“When… when we were in Kunapnui, he fed me…”

Itami had once given a very hungry Giselle a good meal. In truth, she had not been expecting it, so she had been overjoyed, and she had wept despite herself. Her emotions had swelled up, their past grudges seemed like water under the bridge, and the relations.h.i.+p between them seemed to have taken a turn for the better. However, that had simply been a moment’s fancy.

“Dear customer, that was then. This is now.”

Giselle broke out in a cold sweat as she asked the head chef:

“Then, then, uh, couldn’t you treat it as an offering?”

“No can do.”

The head chef and the waitress offered her the bill with smiles on their faces. Their smiles were sweet and bright and terribly, terribly calculating.

GIselle cried foul.

“Rory-oneesama eats here too! You don’t collect from her either! This is religious discrimination!”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“How isn’t it like that! It feels like discrimination, so this is clearly discrimination! If you don’t do something about it, I’ll have to demand an apology and compensation!”

“Discrimination refers to unreasonable treatment, but her Holiness Rory’s treatment here is not unreasonable, because her Holiness Rory is one of the representatives of the ALC, which manages life here. In other words, she’s one of us.”

“Eh?”

After the head chef’s explanation, Giselle finally understood.

This cantina was managed by the ALC, which Rory, Lelei and Tuka represented. Another way to put it was that this entire town belonged to the ALC. Since Rory was a representative of the ALC, it only stood to reason that she would be treated differently from Giselle. Therefore, Giselle crossed off the idea of “dine-and-das.h.i.+ng” from her mind.

Arnus Town was essentially a temple to Rory. If she tried to rip them off, there was no telling what price she would have to pay for it in the future.

The slashes of Rory’s halberd and the terrible sight of sand and stones flying in the wake of Itami’s attack still resounded within her mind and made her body trembled. Giselle felt her head burning as those misunderstood memories gripped her.

In addition, they might submit a pet.i.tion of complaint to Belnago saying, “Your demiG.o.d dined and dashed, we are submitting a claim for damages.”

That would be very embarra.s.sing. At the very least, it would severely undermine Giselle’s authority. In addition, Belnago Shrine might end up losing face as well. That would be terrible.

“What’s this disturbance about? If you’re making trouble in Arnus, it won’t be something we can simply write off with ‘for free,’ you know.”

Just then, the ALC’s leaders.h.i.+p, helmed by Rory, came by to see what was going on after receiving a report from the local police post.

Suddenly, among all this, Giselle saw a ray of light in the form of the flatchested Lelei.

Giselle was quite tall, so seeing her hug the comparatively short Lelei was a fairly bizarre sight. However, in Giselle’s eyes, Lelei was her final lifeline.

“Please, Lelei! You’re one of Hardy’s va.s.sals, right? You’re on my side, right? Right!?”

The fact that the G.o.ddess of the underworld had taught Lelei how to open the Gate implied that she was a servant of Hardy, and thus aligned with Giselle. That was how the world would see it, no matter what Lelei thought of it.

Hearing this, the head chef narrowed his eyes and said, “So, Lelei-chan, huh? I see… so, what do you intend to do, Lelei? Will you pay for her?”

However, Lelei’s face was blank as she shook her head.

“No.”

“But whyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Lelei’s cold reply was like being dumped off the side off a cliff by a would-be rescuer. Giselle sagged like a deflated balloon.

She had been a demiG.o.ddess for hundreds of years, and she had fought against countless powerful foes. Of all the damage her mind and body had taken, Lelei’s words ranked up there with the slashes of Lelei’s halberd and the JSDF’s concentrated bombardments.

Perhaps she thought Giselle was a pitiful, because Lelei added:

“I can give you a loan, though.”

“Really!? You will!?”

Giselle recovered in an instant.

“However, the interest will be calculated in ten-one terms.”

Giselle collapsed to her knees in despair, as though all her previous excitement had been a waste of time. Ten-one interest terms meant that one tenth of the princ.i.p.al would be added onto the loan for every ten days that went by.

This outrageously exploitative interest rate would be illegal under j.a.pan’s loan-interest laws. However, in a world where being a creditor was tremendously risky and there was a high chance of the debtor defaulting on their loans, they were considered very forgiving terms for a loan.

“Uuu…”

GIselle grit her teeth, but as she thought about it, she realized that it was the only way.

Still, it was true that if she did not pay the loan off, her debt would s...o...b..ll and make things worse. Giselle knew that point very well.

On the whole, the three most common wishes made by templegoers were, “Please make me rich” and “Please forgive all my debts”. Also, there was “Please give me someone to marry.”

It would seem that she could send an IOU to the temple at Belnago. However, given that the interest was calculated at ten-one terms, factoring in her additional expenses in the interim, her food bills and the like, the sum that would need to be paid would swell to a horrifying degree. The priest in charge of the temple’s finances would surely complain about it, and Mistress Hardy herself would give her an earful, so she had to avoid that as much as possible.

“...It.. it’s no good…”

Giselle was already kneeling on the ground with tears in her eyes. Now, she collapsed onto her b.u.t.t and flailed around while crying:

“Dammit! You’re all in on this, aren’t you? You’ve been playing me from the start! Why don’t you just cut the eleven wunts of flesh from my chest!” The saying, “to cut eleven wunts of flesh from one’s chest” came from a story about how a debtor guaranteed a loan with his life. One could say it was the Special Region’s equivalent of “the Merchant of Venice”.

It was a commonly-used phrase directed at loansharks, which meant, “Are you trying to kill me by making me pay my debts?” That said, it lacked persuasive power when spoken by a demiG.o.d, who could live on despite having their limbs chopped off and their chests crushed.

However, it suited her Eminence Giselle, who often spoke in extraordinary ways, and it also concerned a “certain matter’ that was constantly on the minds of Rory and Lelei.

The two of them stared at Giselle like they were nailing her to a cross, gawking at the voluminous peaks upon her chest with no restraint whatsoever.

Their fullness and tautness was exquisite, and their ample weight seemed to say, “do whatever you want with me”, as though they would not change no matter how much one played or toyed with them.

Then, both of them glanced down at their own chests, before suddenly s.h.i.+fting to flank Giselle, touching and squeezing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as though to verify their sensation and quality.

“I’m still growing, so I don’t need 11 wunts, but one, maybe two wunts would be okay, given their bounciness…”

“Lelei, don’t you have a spell to make parts of your body grow?”

“Those spells are taboo. 20 years ago, there was a sorceress who kidnapped girls and swapped bodies with them, and in the end a certain DemiG.o.ddess chopped her head off.”

“Ah… that was me.”

As she saw their thoughts warping before her eyes, Tuka decided to speak up and silence them.

“Cease your wicked thoughts! Your own bodies are the most important thing. Also, have you two forgotten the results of a.n.a.lysing Father’s preferences? There’s no point engaging in such vulgarity, do you understand?”

Tuka was rebuking them for their words and deeds, and not denigrating Giselle’s bosom as a vulgar one. However, Giselle whimpered as she heard those words, which had wounded her deeply.

“V-vulgar…”

“Then, what should she do?”

“Obviously she’s going to pay it back with her body..”

Tuka’s eyes seemed to be licking at Giselle’s body. She trembled from the sudden chill in the air and hugged herself unconsciously.

“Do you mean… I, I’ll use this… this body to make money? Do, do you mean that I’m going to work like the wors.h.i.+ppers of Militta do?”

Militta was the G.o.ddess who governed the harvest and children.

Being a believer of Militta was nothing to be afraid of. The problem was that the priestesses in her temples were also temple prost.i.tutes, and some of her faithful lived by the principle that they had to serve as a temple prost.i.tute themselves at least once in their lives.

Of course, some female believers rejected that aspect of their faith, but there were also those who said that a safe birth was the greatest worry of any woman.

Surprisingly enough, the infant and maternal mortality among her followers was less than 1%. This was a startling record in a world with such backward medical practices, and so she had many followers.

In addition, there was another reason for that: while a prost.i.tute could not choose her clients when she worked, the temples of Militta taught secret techniques that could ensnare a client as a fiance. Therefore, it was quite common for supplicants to follow their ceremony of completing their sacred service with a wedding ceremony the next day. Of course, there were some cases where it did not work and some of those stories were overly embellished, but in general there would be no problems if one arranged things with the clergy ahead of time. The G.o.ddess was quite adept at such matters.

The existence of Militta was the best  proof of the variety of faiths in the Special Region and the ways in which they differed.

Giselle frantically shook her head.

“Besides, I don’t know anything about men! I can’t do it, I’m very sorry! I just can’t do it, I’m really very sorry!”

Giselle bowed her head nervously, and confessed that she was still a virgin ever since she had come to the temple at a young age to be elevated to the status of a demiG.o.ddess. And so, Rory laughed wickedly and nibbled Giselle’s ear.

“That’s fine. Tuka will gladly devour men and women alike. You’ve worked in the shrine for so long; surely you’ve built up an immunity to women by now?”

Nunneries could be considered a form of women’s-only territory, and h.o.m.os.e.xual relations.h.i.+ps were quite common there. The mood in the air was like that of a girl’s-only middle or high school. Giselle’s masculine behavior and speech would be very popular in such places.

The waitress’ emotions surged, and she went “kyaaa~” in a lewd fas.h.i.+on.

The ladies turned their eyes to Tuka the Elf. It would seem there were many in Arnus who swung that way. In addition, given her partner would be Giselle the demiG.o.ddess, it felt a little like an angel coupling with a fallen angel, and the prevailing mood in the air took a turn for the erotic.

However Tuka wagged her finger and corrected, “Tsk tsk, not like that.”

“Strictly speaking, I’m my father’s girl.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“That’s different. I’m not okay with just about any man! I won’t accept anyone who isn’t Father.”

As this strange exchange took place over her head, Giselle ― worried for her fate ― tremulously asked:

“Ah… when you said I should earn money with my body…”

Tuka pressed a waitress’ ap.r.o.n onto her and said:

“I meant that you should pay your debts by working, of course.”

After the dreadful intimidation from just now, Giselle immediately agreed with, “Ah, I can do that!”

And so, Giselle had to work in Arnus’ cantina in order to pay back the bills for her food and drink. Her duties included receiving customers, serving food, doing the dishes, sweeping, and many others beside. In truth, she did not actually owe that much; she could have cleared her debt if she worked hard for ten days.

However, she ate more than what the cantina gave her every night.

For a connoisseur of drink like Giselle, weak ales could not satisfy her. At some point, she had downed expensive imported brandies, wine, champagne and many others, so her debt remained high and she was forced to continue working.

Giselle complained in regret.

“Dammit, it’s all because the food was too good.”

She cursed the cuisine even as she unconsciously opened a bottle of champagne. She did not want to blame the alcohol she so loved, so she was unconsciously running away from the truth.

 

“And that’s how it is.”

The Dwarf finished narrating Giselle’s tale.

“I see…”

Wolf and his buddy had no idea how to feel about all this. On the one hand, he pitied her, but on the other, he felt that she deserved everything she had gotten.

The Dwarf sensed the subtle change in the mood and stood up, saying, “Ah, time to work.”

After that, he left his payment for his meal, and an extra copper coin for Giselle as an offering.

“Here?”

“Yup.”

Wolf left her a coin from his pouch as well, and then asked the Dwarf:

“Is there still work for a carpenter in town?”

Arnus Town ought to have been fully built, so one would not see carpenters running hither and yon like they had before.

Of course, there were still a few small jobs to be handled, like say making s.h.i.+pping crates or fixing wagons. Dwarves, being a race of craftsmen, were the best-suited for that kind of work.

However, the Dwarf replied that he was still quite busy.

“Maybe you didn’t notice since you were in town, but refugees are coming over from the other side of the hill. That means we need to build longhouses, which means more work for me.”

The JSDF transport vehicles had been moving out as the mercenaries talked with the Dwarf.

“Thank you very much.”

Giselle carefully bade the customers farewell in a polite tone.

After clearing away the beer steins and dishes, she found the offering they had left for her and stuffed it tightly into her pockets with both hands. Ever since she had started working here, she had come to truly empathize with others and keenly feel for them with her own heart.

Mealtime ended and the customers began to disperse slowly, leaving only the cat-eared girl Meia, who was slumped drunkenly over the counter.

It would be very bad if they roused her and turned her out to wander the streets drunkenly, so the head chef allowed her to sleep in the cantina. Giselle s.h.i.+fted her to one of the tables she was not cleaning.

“Sweep, clean, sweep, clean…”

Cleaning work had to be done after the lunch hour rush.

With a broom and a cloth in hand, Giselle set about cleaning.

Mercenaries were crude while the merchants often ate hastily. The carpenters were just messy. All this meant that their food and drink went all over the floor, which was then carelessly trampled into the floorboards.

Naturally, sweeping alone would not do the trick, so Giselle’s job was to bend over and pick the refuse off the ground. The other waitresses rested themselves during these three hours in preparation for business at night.

“Dammit! I haven’t done this since I was an apprentice priestess!”

Giselle was over 400 years old. Therefore, to a regular person, her days of being an apprentice must have been ancient history.

In her youth, she had not lived in Belnago Shrine, but in a nunnery dedicated to raising priestesses who wors.h.i.+pped Hardy. There, she had been a trainee Dragonkin priestess. Her days had been spent in tedious misery like this.

On winter mornings, they would have to break the frozen-over surface of the well water, then squeeze their icy cloths dry, then rinse them again after they were done cleaning. If they were not thorough enough, their seniors would nag them, and their hands were numbed by ice and covered in sc.r.a.pes and cuts.

The second joints of her fingers often got cute, and the blood flowing from them often stained her rags red.

After that, she spent a very long, arduous time as a junior priestess.

Perhaps other races might have been promoted after considering their age and the need for them to retire, but Giselle’s race was very long-lived, so they treated her as a juvenile, and so she was angry about being stuck as priestess of the lowest order. She was constantly surpa.s.sed by younger juniors, who had not even been born yet when she had taken holy orders, and they found fault with her, looked down on her, and bossed her around all day long.

As she recalled her past torments, she suddenly realized that her tears had wetted the floorboards.

“Ah, huh… what’s this… dammit, my eyes are watering up. What is this, why… uuu… Mama!”

It was clear that she was feeling homesick once more.

She thought of her mother, who had been dead for several centuries now. Her mother was a very gentle woman, who had urged her to “be a good priestess.”

The sign that Hardy bestowed upon Giselle was how she would constantly recall her mother.

Sometimes, she wondered about the reason for it, but until today, she still did not know.

Becoming a demiG.o.ddess was independent of one’s status in the church, one’s species, or bloodline. So long as the person in question had talent and was willing to work hard, as well as something called “plus alpha”. In truth, the plus alpha was the most important thing, but why was that? None of it was clear at all.

(TL Note: Plus Alpha roughly corresponds to “x-factor” or “something special”)

“I guess it’s just up to your luck.”

There were people who held such extreme viewpoints.

It was an explanation similar to how people within a particularly religion would tell each other, “that person must have been favored by G.o.d”. When Giselle became a DemiG.o.d, they explained it as her steady acc.u.mulation of silent virtue, without letting her faith waver even while occupying the lowest ranks, had caught the eye of the G.o.ddess Hardy.  

However, Giselle did not like that explanation.

She felt uneasy once her situation changed, and in an effort to continue the daily life she was used to, she hid the fact that she had become a DemiG.o.ddess.

Therefore, she had hidden her ident.i.ty for over 10 years after becoming a demiG.o.d, imitating her senior from the church of Emroy.

However, things did not go as well for Giselle as they did for the Apostle of Emroy.

The Apostle of Emroy had become widely renowned for chopping the head off an unjust high priest in order to save a trainee priest who had been falsely accused of a crime However, there were no such impressive stories for Giselle. She had accidentally cut her finger while working in the kitchen and her wound had healed instantly. Everyone saw it, and so the rumors spread.

That had sparked a tremendous change in her situation.

The people who had looked down on her until yesterday instantly changed their tune, as though they had always expected that to happen.

“I always knew you’d become someone great. I gave you a hard time for that sake. It would be nice if you could pay me back for it.”

“I raised up Giselle!”

“Your Eminence Giselle, please order me around as you will… all these things that happened in the past, all those unpleasant things that came before… let me work hard to serve you and let them be water under the bridge… I’m very sorry, that ought to be enough, right...”

Even if she did not like it, her entire world had changed, and she keenly felt it.

And then, there was none of that at Arnus. They had not slackened off even after learning she was a demiG.o.ddess. They had even told her that if she could not pay her debts, she would have to work them off.

“Heh, you really do have a lot of guts.”

Giselle’s hands did not stop working as she muttered to herself.

Eventually, the floor was spotless, and after putting the chairs down and wiping the sweat on her forehead with her ap.r.o.n, she looked smugly upon the fruit of her hard work.

“How is it? Clean, right?”

Giselle would surely have asked that of any onlookers if they were around.

“Alright, that’s settled!”

She dusted her hands off to announce the completion of her task, and she smiled in satisfaction, because now

“I did all this with the sweat of my brow,” she muttered to herself

Then, as though waiting for those words, Rory came by.

“Giselle, have you been working hard?”

She then said, “I’ll have a milk teat today”, and the head chef replied, “yes, she’s been doing a good job” before reaching for a gla.s.s from the shelf.

Giselle bowed politely to her and said, “This way please,” then brought her to the VIP room in the back of the cantina,

Rory took a seat, but Giselle did not leave.

She knew Giselle wanted to use this lull period when no customers were around to sit down and talk to her about difficult matters.

However, she had not expected Giselle to start speaking even before sitting down.

“Oneesama, you can do something about the Apocryph, right?”

Giselle had learned from her subordinate Wyverns that the Apocryph was continuing to spread. She might have been the lowest-ranked of them all, but  her heart was still linked to that of a G.o.d who took care of the world, and Giselle knew that the end of the world was upon them.

She could not simply ignore the spread of the black fog. However, Rory did not seem as worried as Giselle did.

Rory said, “I’m going to put my faith in them and wait, so you don’t need to worry about the Gate, Giselle.”  She smiled, then spooned up the frothy foam on the milk tea which the head chef brought.

“I’ll wait and believe in them too, but the world might end in the meantime,.” she said.

“I know that too.”

“So why are you handing such an important thing to humans to handle? Can’t we close it by ourselves!?”

Giselle was implying that this was the reason for which demiG.o.ds existed.

If someone protested, all they had to do was reply, “the G.o.ds said so, what about it?” and that would end the conversation right there. That was the thrust of Giselle’s argument.

“Everything would have ended if you had just wrecked the Gate with your halberd, onee-sama. I probably couldn’t do it on my own, but if we laid into it together, surely we could smash that shabby thing, no? Why was the Gate entrusted to mankind?”

“The desires that drive them might bring about the end of the world, or conversely, they might pa.s.s up this rare opportunity due to the danger, or they might manage it wisely and sensibly. There are many possibilities for them, and I would like to let them choose on their own.”

“Well, you say you’ll let them decide, but in the end won’t it be the decision of just one or two people? Can you really say that’s the decision of humanity?”

“Indeed. Even if only one human decides, it’s still the decision that humanity made, and not the result of what we did. This is the motivation for them to be aware of themselves.”

“Are you doing what Tarles did, onee-sama?”

Tarles was the name of an old G.o.d.

According to the legends, the old G.o.ds said that mankind was too young and they would hurt themselves if they played with fire, which was why they did not give it to them. But Tarles decided that humanity could be wise enough handle fire, and so he granted them fire.

“Without him, perhaps humanity might still be eating raw meat and freezing like beasts. He believed in mankind.”

“Still, they betrayed his trust, and they continue to betray it even now. Mankind uses fire to wage war and burn each other to death. There’s a huge difference between knowing how to use fire and knowing when to use it, onee-sama.”

“That’s true. But no human starts out able to swim. They learn to swim as they struggle not to drown. That’s how mankind grows, like seeds. If they avoid the water and fear it because they almost drowned once, then they’re a weak race whose fate is extinction.”

“Still, humans all want to live in luxury. You can’t expect too much of them. If you lower your guard, humans might slack off, get carried away, or just end up thinking of themselves. Can such humans govern themselves so strictly?”

“Giselle, were you born a DemiG.o.ddess?”

“No, but...”

“Did you think about why Hardy gave Lelei the ability to make Gates?”

“Was it… a reward?”

Giselle had thought that Hardy had possessed a suitable girl nearby to satisfy her appet.i.te.

“Surely that’s not all, right!?”

Rory poked her temple with her index finger, indicating that she should use her brain.

“Ggh, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can’t you just tell me already?”

“I’ll give you a hint, then. From the beginning, we’re unable to do what we shouldn’t be doing. It’s just like how humans are born unable to see the backs of their heads with their own eyes. Wanting to do so is what is truly forbidden.”

“What the h.e.l.l? Are you r.e.t.a.r.ded? Who would do something like that? Besides, if someone really wanted to do that, they could just use a mirror.”

“Indeed they could, but they can’t see it with their own eyes. That is an absolute taboo; I won’t do it and I don’t feel there’s any point in doing it. There’s no way it’s possible for you, given the structure of your body.”

“Mm, that’s true.”

“The fact is, this sort of situation is quite commonplace. There are sages all over the world who are deeply immersed in researching this theory.”

“In other words, anything you can conceive of is possible for you. Like incest and fratricide, if you can think of it, you can do it!”

Giselle’s answer seemed to have been exactly what Rory had predicted. Thus, her lips formed into a happy smile.

“Yes, which means you can do it if you want to.”

GIselle’s eyes went wide, and then she shook her head in disbelief.

“So you mean, humanity is free to destroy itself?”

“That may be taking it a little far, but yes. Humanity has always been free to choose whatever they want to choose.”

“But that’s no good, is it, onee-sama? We exist because they think that they can do anything as long as they aren’t stopped, right? When humans think they’re the greatest, they become proud. So shouldn’t we keep them under control and kill them off when they decide to do something stupid!?”

“That is to say, the Gate itself is not dangerous, but mankind is. The danger of the Gate is like that of a sword or a flame, but humanity is the true threat.”

“Ah…”

Giselle finally realized what Rory was hinting at.

“If they run from dangerous things or drop anything dangerous they pick up, mankind will eventually abandon everything and destroy themselves. The reason why this has not yet happened is because we play the role of suppressors, and so humanity has not yet realized how dangerous they really are. But what is the result of that? The humans of this world have a history that spans tens of thousands of years, yet they have stagnated and grown sluggish, as though they were dead. In order to avoid this sort of destruction, the G.o.ds have used various means to try and shake this world into motion again. This is why Hardy brought the new species over. It is unfortunate, but we have to acknowledge the differences between us and the other world. In addition, Hardy’s given the cleanup of the Gate to mankind while she watches from the side. So what do you think, Giselle? Don’t you think mankind can really overcome their own destruction?”

“That’s impossible, right? Even the people working in this cantina are all opposed to closing the Gate because of their livelihoods. Everyone’s gaining from the Gate, so n.o.body would decide to close it, right?”

“Of course not. There are people who are seriously thinking about the well-being of this world.”

“Like who?”

“Lelei and Tuka, for instance. And Youjy too.”

Rory felt that the reason why Hardy had entrusted the world to them was in order to see if humanity could improve themselves by doing so.

“Onee-sama, are you mad? Why would She think that way? Why can you believe in humanity?”

“Ara, do you think I’m sane? I’m the Apostle of the G.o.d of madness, you know.”

Giselle looked like she wanted to say something, but she swallowed her words. That was because that was true, when she thought about it.

“Love is a form of madness too. Anyone in love is insane by default.”

“In other words, you think they’re going to grow, onee-sama…”

“You need to be aware of our responsibilities to this world. We have to keep ourselves in check. I think that was the reason why she joined the two worlds. Hardy and I agree on that point, which is the motivation for all this.”

“But it’s so dangerous…”

“I’m about to ascend to divinity myself. If you watched and did nothing when you felt you should have acted, isn’t that because you’re growing as well?”

“Honestly, that sort of thing has never worked.”

Rory sighed heavily as she saw Giselle shake her head.

“Hardy’s unfortunate for not having an Apostle who can second-guess her.”

“Sorry for being dumb.”

“I once heard Yao say, ‘If Hardy says black is white, then it’s white’; are you basically saying you’ve given up thinking on your own?”

Rory savagely attacked Giselle’s misplaced faith.

The “G.o.ds” of this world were not mere concepts; if a G.o.d pacted with its followers that “you’ll be happy as long as you have faith,” would anyone believe such a ridiculous thing? The Apostles who venerated them should not obey blindly, but they had to thoroughly question themselves and their G.o.ds’ dictates.

“That’s why all you can do is serve as a gopher and so on.”

“Then what should I do, onee-sama?”

“For starters, get into the habit of thinking for yourself. That should allow you to see what Hardy really intends. As you do that, you will see your dreams come true.”

“Oneesama, why do you hate Her if you understand Her so well?”

“I just dislike her bad habit of collecting people’s souls and displaying them like dolls.”

“As for that habit…” Giselle scratched her head. “Although, it should be okay if the people under her are happy, right?”

“You sound just like a drug peddler. A real and full life is full of hope, but it’s also full of hards.h.i.+p. That is why people are willing to drown themselves in false happiness even if they know it for what it is. The happiness Hardy offers in her dominion is much the same thing. If you lose yourself in empty joy like that, your soul will gradually wither away.”

“So you’re saying She doesn’t care about them?”

“Thanks to Hardy, all the strong souls are now in her display case, and the rest who go to the Underworld are all a bunch of mooks; won’t this drain the life from the world? That’s why I want to free the souls she’s enslaved someday.”

Rory suspected that Hardy had brought races from other worlds to this one to increase her collection.

“Doesn’t Emroy take the souls of those who die in battle?”

“They can’t be saved once they’re with Hardy!”

“So you think those people in the Underworld are beyond salvation… it’s a difference of opinions, then. In other words, will I have to fight you someday, onee-sama?”

“I’ll take you on anytime you like. But first, you’re going to clear your debts and learn how to speak with cla.s.s, OK?”

Giselle could not speak, and she puffed out her cheeks in shame.

“I just don’t know how to speak in your unique way, Onee-sama.”

There was nothing Giselle could say about her rough way of speech.

Rory also felt that it was pointless, because that was just a part of her personality or temperament. However, not being able to inspire respect when one ought to do so would affect the image of all Apostles in general.

How should I use the carrot and the stick in harmony to help Giselle break through? As Rory pondered that question, someone called out to her from the entrance of the VIP room.

Looking back, she saw Tuka in stylish clothes and asking, “How do I look?” She was standing with Kuribayas.h.i.+ and Tomita, who were both in civilian attire.

 

Tuka entered the VIP room like she was a model for the Tokyo Girl’s Collection, then turned a circle and struck a pose so Rory could give her opinion.

Rory rested her chin lightly on her fingers, then turned a critical glare on Tuka, scanning her from head to toe.

Her makeup was as light as possible. Tuka’s skin had always been very pretty and hardly needed any improvement, but a thin layer of pink lip gloss accentuated Tuka’s femininity.

In turn, more work had gone into her hair.

Her hair had originally looked like liquid honey, and it gleamed gold when bathed in light. The ends of her hair were colored a seductive shade of pink.

“What’s this?”

Dying all of it would have required a great deal of courage, so she had only done the tips. According to Tuka, she could simply snip the ends off to return to her usual color if she was not happy with it.

“I’m trying to look like a character in the books that Father likes.”  

In other words, this was cosplay.

Rory went “mhm~” and studied the other details of Tuka’s body.

Her nails had been manicured and then painted with nail polish; a pearly pink to match her lips. Her casual s.h.i.+rt was fitted perfectly to her body and highlighted her curves, while the gauzy blouse on top of that only added to her overall gorgeous air.

She was not wearing her usual low-slung jeans either, but an exquisitely-made leather miniskirt.

Below that was a pair of lace stockings. Tuka’s slender waist and coltish legs ― and especially the obvious garterbelts beneath ― perfectly framed her zettai ryouiki and emphasised her s.e.xuality with dazzling brilliance.

This was Tuka’s “final decisive battle attire”.

“Hm, very good.”

Rory gave Tuka a thumbs up.

“Do your best.”

Lelei had turned up at some point, and she looked at Tuka’s attire with a blank look on her face before encouraging her in a monotone. “Also, take this,” she said, as she produced an earring which looked like it had been made of pearly white jade.

“You’re our main fighting power. I look forward to your victory.”

“Umu, you look really good,” Yao agreed. “Anyone who can see this and not react is not a man. Any man would gulp upon seeing this. In fact, he might even jump you on the spot.”

Still, as those words reached their ears, Rory, Tuka and Lelei cast their eyes to the ground in unison.

“That said, I’m still worried about what he thinks.”

“Sometimes, I feel like he’s not interested in women.”

“It’s very worrying.”

As she saw that the others were not reacting as she had expected, Yao frantically tried to cheer them up.

“No… but… what other problems are there? If I were male, and you approached me, Tuka-dono…”

“It would be fine if you were male, but have you ever succeeded before?”

The air around Rory, Tuka and Lelei grew strangely heavy. Yao picked up on it and went quiet as well.

“Uuu… that’s true... I’ve tried all sorts of way to get close, but he hasn’t even held my hand before.”

The closest Yao had gotten to Itami was during their tandem ride on the Wyvern.

Back then, touching him had felt very good. It seemed as though the two of them were very close, and she hoped that things would go further from there. However, not only had they not grown closer after that, but it felt like they had drifted further apart.

If they were allowed to touch a woman’s body, surely any man whose thoughts turned towards carnal directions would want to hold her hands and get closer and so on.

“So you’re saying he’s the slow-burning type? That you need to take your time and get closer to Itami-dono?”

Yao tried to console herself with those thoughts. However, Lelei coldly said:

“There’s no time for that.”

“Why?” Yao pleaded with Rory, in a tone of voice that said she did not understand.

“Right now, the Gate is of the utmost importance. He might slip away if you wait until the last minute..”

When they agreed to closing the Gate, Itami had been “promised” to stay in the Special Region. In other words, it was a promise made as part of the deal with the j.a.panese government, and not Itami’s own decision. He was a man who worked for his hobbies; if pressed, all he needed to do was say, “no deal, I’m going back” and then flee home.

Naturally, the girls had no intention of letting him go. However, if Itami decided to flee in earnest, even Rory felt uneasy about being able to recapture him.

Therefore, please stay if you want to do so ― that was what they felt.

Also, Itami had a reason which made him reluctant to leave: “I want to go to Comiket!” That really p.i.s.sed the girls off.

“Fine, you two come as well. We’re not going to lose to women printed on paper!”

Rory put out her hand face down, and Tuka and Lelei stacked their own hands on top of hers. “Ei, ei, ohhh~!” they cheered. Indeed, this was a battle with their pride as women on the line.

The three of them were willing to shelve their personal desire to win and to monopolize him for the sake of their overall victory.

If the three of them went together, the chances of them being able to ensnare Itami’s heart would be much higher. Details like who would be on top for the time being were not important, because once Itami stayed in the Special Region, the question of who the final victor would be could be solved in time.

Of course, the flipside of that was that if the three of them did not go together, they would lose to drawn girls, which threatened them. Naturally, Itami did not pick up on this.

In any case, Yao ― whose status was that of “Itami’s possession” ― was also feeling uneasy, and she felt a sense of danger that was normally absent. Thus, Yao gradually came to understand the situation. She did not want them to struggle alone; she wanted to help the three of them out as a fourth party.

“Then, instead of such unreliable methods, how about just hiding under his bed and looking for a chance to seduce him?”

Yao said that she was hoping for Lelei to put the MPs on duty to sleep, which would give her a chance to be useful.

However, Rory hmphed and at her and said that such thinking was too immature.

“It can’t be done, and it’s useless anyway. If you do that, he’ll hate you.”

Lelei added that if they put the MPs to sleep, it would cause an uproar.

“Also, Father’s the kind of person who gets harder to deal with the more you press him. Haven’t you realized that yet?”

“Eh… seriously!?”

Lelei had a.n.a.lyzed Itami’s tastes from the doujins, light novels and manga which he had bought, and she said.

“After going through the 2478 items of picture books (manga) and art-inserted literature (light novels) which he possesses, I have learned that his tastes tend toward a certain direction.  He does not like s.e.xually aggressive females. Therefore, we must probbaly employ an emotional approach on him. However, that also presents a problem of its own, because an honest expression of emotions usually backfires, as a clumsy approach might appear aggressive and fail to successfully convey one’s emotions. In addition, he favors the stereotype of someone liking another party too much, thus going wild and attempting to dominate the object of his affections. Also, the approach of not being honest but only opening up to the person they like is also a workable approach, but it does not lend itself to swift victories.”

“Eh! No, no way! That would mean I…”

“Yes. it’s very likely that he dislikes you.”

Yao crumpled to her knees after hearing that cruel declaration.

The corollary of that was the fact that she possessed a s.e.xuality that n.o.body else could match. As Rory secretly basked in her sense of superiority, she smiled coldly and proudly within her heart.

“No, I don’t think there’s any man in this world who dislikes s.e.xiness.”

Perhaps Tuka felt that Yao in despair looked far too pitiful, and had thus decided to comfort her.

“It’s not that you can’t use s.e.x appeal, just that s.e.x appeal by itself won’t work.”

For instance, Delilah, who worked in the cantina, was every bit as alluring as a Warrior Bunny ought to be, but the effect of that was negated by her casual way of speech and her forceful nature, so Itami could relax around her. If she chose that moment to make her move in a gentle and demure way while struggling against her shyness, it would have borne excellent results.

“There’s no point trying to win him over with looks alone. In your case, Yao, you ought to hide your intentions a little better and then casually show off your s.e.xy side when you meet him. That would have been the most effective method, but unfortunately it’s a bit late for that now.”

“I see, so that’s how it is. If only I’d known earlier. Dammit!”

Rory smiled bitterly. After watching how her disciple had collapsed, she said, “it’ll take a while to fix that,” and then left her to her own devices while looking back to Tuka.

“Tuka, what approach are you going to take?”

After that, Tuka produced a slightly-larger-than-average bag. “This.”

“And what is this?”

“Father’s underwear and towels and handmade ben~to❤”

As she said that, Rory flinched like she had been rapped on the head and stumbled several steps back. So she still had that trick up her sleeve.

“Lelei, Youjy said horse-peter food was bad, so I tried cooking something for him. Handmade food ought to be pretty effective, no?”

“I see, so you’re making it with home-cooked flavor, then?”

The flashy packaging, when contrasted with the simple contents, was actually intended to exploit a form of family-oriented gap moe.

“An excellent move. Given the place in which he grew up and his ex-wife, he isn’t used to a family environment. Handmade clothing and cooking… kindness like that ought to score a lot of points with him. And Tuka’s brilliance makes her particularly dazzling.”

The fact was, Itami had never once laid eyes on her body when he was taking care of Tuka as her father. It was their strong bond which had made Itami risk his life against the Flame Dragon.

“Cooking, huh. That’s a bit outside of my field of expertise.”

Rory said that. She could roast things whole, but she was poor at de