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rd of the Tribes, was in the process of battling its way through the Abyss, the largest and toughest dungeon so far discovered in the realm, as well as the most notorious. I’d joined the quest as the party’s baggage carrier and gofer, and we were just in the middle of taking a break in a wide-open cavern to prepare ourselves for tackling the middle layer of the Abyss’s dangerous depths when Drago dropped the bombshell on me that I was being kicked out of the party. I let the rucksack I was carrying drop to the floor as I wiped the cold sweat from my brow.
Drago, the leader of the party, was a dragonute: a half-dragon, half-human that walks upright on two legs. Even though he had the outward appearance of a very scary dragon, he was actually a kind, intelligent, and dependable leader. But it was looking like I’d caused trouble for Drago—and the rest of the party, for that matter—and I hadn’t realized until it was too late that I’d made them all angry with me.
I hurriedly bowed my head in shame and blurted out an apology.
“I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Drago! If you have a problem with me, I’ll be sure to fix it right away! Just please, don’t throw me out of the party!”
“Pfft! Heh heh heh! We ain’t got no actual problem wit’cha, kid. We just don’t need ya anymore! We really gotta spell it out for ya?
Drago, the leader of the party, was a dragonute: a half-dragon, half-human that walks upright on two legs. Even though he had the outward appearance of a very scary dragon, he was actually a kind, intelligent, and dependable leader. But it was looking like I’d caused trouble for Drago—and the rest of the party, for that matter—and I hadn’t realized until it was too late that I’d made them all angry with me.
I hurriedly bowed my head in shame and blurted out an apology.
“I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Drago! If you have a problem with me, I’ll be sure to fix it right away! Just please, don’t throw me out of the party!”
“Pfft! Heh heh heh! We ain’t got no actual problem wit’cha, kid. We just don’t need ya anymore! We really gotta spell it out for ya?
, even after all this time, his appearance hasn’t changed a bit, I thought. Diablo was still the tall, lanky, young demon I remembered, complete with ghostly pale skin and two devil-like horns sticking out of his head. He was wearing impeccably tailored clothes, and his eyes resembled dark slits, never seeming to miss a thing. It was clear from a glance that Diablo was the type to pick every nit, no matter how trivial it might seem. Back when we were both in the Concord of the Tribes, Diablo was regarded as the details-oriented guy with a very long memory, to the point where he would frequently bring up long-forgotten mistakes whenever he wanted to get under someone’s skin. And he had a tendency to direct that level of pettiness at everyone, even if they were partymates of his. But at the same time, he had looked after me in his own way by teaching me table manners, general etiquette, and the proper way to escort a lady, as well as a number of other valuable life lessons. Before I was
, auch nach all der Zeit hat sich sein Aussehen kein bisschen verändert, dachte ich. Diablo war immer noch der große, schlaksige, junge Dämon, an den ich mich erinnerte, komplett mit gespenstisch blasser Haut und zwei teufelsähnlichen Hörnern, die aus seinem Kopf ragten. Er trug tadellos geschnittene Kleidung, und seine Augen ähnelten dunklen Schlitzen, die nichts zu übersehen schienen. Es war auf einen Blick klar, dass Diablo der Typ war, der jede Nisse auswählte, egal wie trivial es erscheinen mag. Damals, als wir beide in der Eintracht der Stämme waren, galt Diablo als der detailorientierte Typ mit einem sehr langen Gedächtnis, bis zu dem Punkt, an dem er häufig längst vergessene Fehler ansprach, wenn er jemandem unter die Haut gehen wollte. Und er neigte dazu, dieses Maß an Kleinlichkeit auf alle zu richten, selbst wenn sie Partykameraden von ihm waren. Aber gleichzeitig hatte er sich auf seine Weise um mich gekümmert, indem er mir Tischmanieren, allgemeine Etikette und die richtige Art, eine Dame zu begleiten, sowie eine Reihe anderer wertvoller Lektionen fürs Leben beibrachte. Bevor ich war
interrogations. “You said there were eleven Masters in total that you knew about. Or ten if you don’t count Daigo. Is this Level 9999 guy who’s currently tearing up the Demonkin Nation castle another Master that somehow slipped your mind?”
“No, that’s not quite right, Light,” Miki corrected me. “You’re acting like Miki told you a lie, when all Miki did was be vague and misleading. But whatevs. I’ll tell you what you’re dealing with free of charge since you look like you’re in a hurry. And besides, it’s a super funny story when viewed from my angle.”
Miki’s cloying smile morphed into a taunting one. “Yes, Miki did say there were eleven Masters, but I also said there might be another one if he gets revived.”
“Wait, so this Level 9999 guy is that revived Master?” I asked, stunned. Miki giggled sardonically.
“It’s more accurate to call this dude the ‘fake C,’” Miki said finally. “It’s some cadaver the Demonkin Nation has been keeping around since forever, thinking he was the real almighty C.”
“A fake C?” I said incredulously. Miki laughed again like she was watching a comedy routine.
“Remember how I’m a Beemancer who can summon any kind of bee I want?” she pointed out. “And if Miki has that kind of power, you’d better know she’ll use it to make sure that her hosts are on the up-and-up. So anyway, I used my bees to secretly scour every corner of the palace, and that’s when I discovered a Master sealed away in this weird coffin.”
“And you’re only telling me about this sealed Master now?” I said, unimpressed.
“Oops, did Miki forget to mention it?” she said, faking innocence. “But I’m in a good mood, so I’ll spill the beans. There are two types of Masters, you see. I’ve already told you about the first type who lived different lives before and have retained memories of those past lives. Well, the other type runs the whole gamut, but they’re basically people who were sealed away during the ancient civilization but who later got revived in the current era. Those are the only kinds of Masters you get.”
I was familiar with Masters who had lived previous lives, but the idea that there were Masters out there harking back to the lost civilization that had somehow survived all this time was entirely new to me.
So when she mentioned a Master that could be ‘revived,’ she was talking about one who originated in the ancient civilization? I mused.
“Yeah, so after one of my bees found this coffin in something that looked like an underground lab, I came over all curious and snuck in to take a look for myself,” Miki said, clearly pleased with herself. “And that’s when Miki
“No, that’s not quite right, Light,” Miki corrected me. “You’re acting like Miki told you a lie, when all Miki did was be vague and misleading. But whatevs. I’ll tell you what you’re dealing with free of charge since you look like you’re in a hurry. And besides, it’s a super funny story when viewed from my angle.”
Miki’s cloying smile morphed into a taunting one. “Yes, Miki did say there were eleven Masters, but I also said there might be another one if he gets revived.”
“Wait, so this Level 9999 guy is that revived Master?” I asked, stunned. Miki giggled sardonically.
“It’s more accurate to call this dude the ‘fake C,’” Miki said finally. “It’s some cadaver the Demonkin Nation has been keeping around since forever, thinking he was the real almighty C.”
“A fake C?” I said incredulously. Miki laughed again like she was watching a comedy routine.
“Remember how I’m a Beemancer who can summon any kind of bee I want?” she pointed out. “And if Miki has that kind of power, you’d better know she’ll use it to make sure that her hosts are on the up-and-up. So anyway, I used my bees to secretly scour every corner of the palace, and that’s when I discovered a Master sealed away in this weird coffin.”
“And you’re only telling me about this sealed Master now?” I said, unimpressed.
“Oops, did Miki forget to mention it?” she said, faking innocence. “But I’m in a good mood, so I’ll spill the beans. There are two types of Masters, you see. I’ve already told you about the first type who lived different lives before and have retained memories of those past lives. Well, the other type runs the whole gamut, but they’re basically people who were sealed away during the ancient civilization but who later got revived in the current era. Those are the only kinds of Masters you get.”
I was familiar with Masters who had lived previous lives, but the idea that there were Masters out there harking back to the lost civilization that had somehow survived all this time was entirely new to me.
So when she mentioned a Master that could be ‘revived,’ she was talking about one who originated in the ancient civilization? I mused.
“Yeah, so after one of my bees found this coffin in something that looked like an underground lab, I came over all curious and snuck in to take a look for myself,” Miki said, clearly pleased with herself. “And that’s when Miki
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