## Chapter 100 – Cultists in the Underground Waterway
The festival was over, and people returned to their daily lives.
The frenzied, twisted Halloween-like atmosphere had ended, and the city regained its original drab appearance. The adventurers who had rejoiced while holding the heads of the undead also had to come to their senses and return to their livelihoods.
I heard that the church that collected the most undead heads was the Brass Celestial Angel Church. They even put up banners and made a fuss.
Each church split the undead heads according to the number of talents they earned by selling goods. In other words, if they sold an item worth 100 talents, they would take 100 heads.
They gathered the heads and performed some kind of grand ritual (a shocking makeup show) at each church. It was some incomprehensible ritual to console the unfortunate victims and offer them to their god, and the church members who were doing that were literally weeping and rejoicing.
Of course, contrary to their wishes, the god did not respond, and it was impossible to know whether paradise was closer, but at least they had annihilated the undead, so I thought the world might be a little more peaceful.
Well, wasn’t that the purpose of the festival in the first place?
Applause to all the religious people who worked hard.
“Hnnng…”
When I woke up, Claudie was sleeping on her side.
I felt a strange sense of mischief, so I hugged her from behind and grabbed her breasts. A small moan escaped from her sleeping lips. I endlessly fondled her breasts with the hand wearing the ring.
We had been living like a newlywed couple even before, but after I gave her the ring, we were living as a true newlywed couple.
The only difference was that Claudie had become a little more docile.
I was burning up every day with her subtly gentle demeanor.
“Ugh, ugh… Katt? Are you awake?”
“Yeah. Did you sleep well?”
While I was fondling her breasts, my girl woke up, rubbing her eyes.
I love Claudie who doesn’t say anything even if I touch her whenever I want… Come to think of it, there’s something I’ve been subtly noticing lately.
“Claudie, haven’t your breasts gotten bigger lately?”
They definitely have.
Claudie’s breasts were noticeably larger than when I first met her.
They had literally gone from ‘subtly large breasts’ to the realm of ‘huge breasts’. First of all, the weight and grip were different. I could keep touching them all day long without getting tired. That’s what huge breasts were like.
As a man, I don’t know how happy I am to watch her growth.
Is this the feeling of parents watching their child grow up… It was truly a criminal joy. It would be even better if breast milk came out. I’m confident I could squeeze it out every day.
“Well, it’s because you’re always fondling them… Haaah, w-wait a minute. Nippleeee…!”
Her reaction was so cute that I couldn’t resist, so I put her fluttering ear in my mouth and gently bit it, rubbing her nipples. As I wrapped my legs around her body to restrain her, Claudie began to writhe in pleasure.
“Really, from the morning…! Hiiiing?! D-don’t bite my ear!”
Three metal earrings caught on my teeth. My question only deepened. How old is Claudie really?
These earrings must be the clue.
Since there are six, if you count each one as ten or twenty years, that’s 60 or 120 years old. In the worst case, she could be 180 years old, but as you know, the average lifespan of an elf is known to be around 300 years, and if she’s a half-elf who lives a little less, she’s probably around 200-250 years old.
Elves also age, so 180 years old doesn’t make sense. Then it’s either 60 or 120 years old. One of those two must be the answer. And there’s a saying that elves who usually wander around outside are at least over 100 years old.
In that case.
Could Claudie be about 100 years older than me?
“Claudie, you…”
“Haaah… haaah…”
I couldn’t bring myself to ask Claudie, whose face was red and moaning at my hand movements, about my extreme speculation.
Actually, what does age matter? She looks so pretty to me. Her appearance is around late teens to mid-twenties by human standards. Her skin is good, and she has no wrinkles. Her body is voluptuous, her waist is thin, and her flesh is elastic, so what’s not to like? She’s even a half-elf, so she always smells good.
Thinking that far, I lowered the hand that was tormenting her nipples.
“Hikyak!”
“Hey, what are you making such a noise for?”
Claudie’s womanhood was already soaking wet. My hand was completely wet as well. As I began to rub vigorously without mercy, Claudie’s moans erupted and her back arched.
“Kya, kyaaaak!! I-I’m sensitive right now! A little slower! Huh?!”
Is it possible to restrain myself?
Excited, I got up and spread Claudie’s legs.
Claudie, who had gathered her hands near her chest, looked up at me with tearful eyes.
***
“So, I found a job!”
ㅡThud.
Copson said, chugging his beer as usual and slamming the glass on the table. The way he drank half of it in an instant looked quite refreshing.
The time was around noon, lunchtime.
Since the festival was over, it was time for us to return to our livelihoods. I came to the Adventurer’s Guild to find a job, and Copson was drinking beer, so I joined him. Surprisingly, he had accepted a quest.
“Tell me more.”
“It’s an E-rank quest. I already accepted it, and the total reward is 2 silver. It seems like it would be good to form a party of 3 or 4 people.”
“2 silver, you say?”
…How much is 2 silver divided by four?
Isn’t that 50 coppers?
“…”
A serious cognitive dissonance suddenly came and stirred my brain. For a moment, my brain turned to mush and my mind flew far away.
50 coppers. A certain thought suddenly flashed through my mind from that realistic amount.
That’s right.
I’ve been handling a lot of money lately, but I was originally a lowly E-rank adventurer who lived on less than 50 coppers a day.
I usually did those quests two to four times a week to make a living.
“50 coppers, huh…”
With 50 coppers, I could just go to the back alley and cut down one or two robbers and take their money legally.
Thinking about it that way, 50 coppers didn’t seem like much. Looking back, there were many times when I didn’t even have 1 copper and went hungry, just two years ago.
This is a big problem. My sense of money is starting to get confused. This is the early symptom of a typical downfall. I needed to bring my crazy senses back to reality.
“Sounds good. So, what’s the job?”
“Well, it’s probably not that difficult.”
It’s always hard to earn money by working normally.
That’s natural, and that’s the right thing to do.
Isn’t labor sacred in the first place (Marx style)? Beating up murderous robbers is a kind of gambling opportunity, and I don’t think it’s something you should do on a daily basis.
I had learned painfully that killing people was more profitable than catching monsters and doing quests in the past, but I am a cultured modern person, so I don’t think I should fall into such a heretical path.
I can’t handle the life of a human butcher.
“Undead have invaded the underground waterway. Since so many undead have appeared, it’s not strange that a few would flow in. Anyway, they’re in trouble because of it, so they want us to exterminate them and bring back proof. We just have to cut off their heads.”
“In the underground waterway? No, more than that, do we have to cut off heads again?”
“That’s right. It’s tiring, but there’s no easier job than that. Isn’t it easy? We can just go down and clean it up. Even if only four of us go, it’s 50 coppers. That’s a great income.”
Yes, 50 coppers is a lot of money.
If I save a little, I can survive for two weeks.
More than that, if it’s a simple extermination request, it’s not that difficult.
“Claudie, have you ever been to the underground waterway?”
“I don’t think so.”
Claudie shook her head.
The underground waterway, it’s a familiar place to me. When I was F-rank, I often went down to clean up trash, and when I was learning swordsmanship from Karin in Isvant, I worked there part-time.
Was the person in charge there Mr. Merman? I used to patrol with that guy back then.
He was a very laid-back and nice person, and I’m going to see his face this time.
“Let’s meet in front of the guild early tomorrow morning.”
“Okay. But that’s three people. What about the other one? Should we just go with three?”
“I’ll try to find someone. Well, it doesn’t matter if we go with three if I can’t find anyone.”
Then it would be good to have Elise.
It’s a dark place, so I think it would be good to have her in many ways.
But what is she doing these days? I haven’t seen her since she defeated the Flesh Golem. She probably went back to the church in Krasheim with Sera.
As she said, there will be a day when we meet again.
“Then let’s do that. See you tomorrow. What are you going to do now?”
“Since we’re going to start tomorrow anyway, shouldn’t we play today? I’m going to drink from now on.”
“You alcoholic bastard.”
“Hehehe, how can I live without alcohol?”
I said goodbye to Copson and went outside with Claudie.
In fact, this other world doesn’t have much to do, so there’s not much content to enjoy other than drinking alcohol, going to the arena to gamble, or spending time with the opposite sex.
If they’re a little more constructive, they’ll borrow books from the library or train themselves, but in both modern Earth and this other world, there are few diligent people who do that. As a result, most of them live like Copson, addicted to alcohol.
The job of an adventurer itself is a harsh 3D job, second only to robbery, so you can’t separate it from alcohol.
“Katt, what are you going to do today?”
“I don’t know…”
Claudie said, wrapping her arms around my waist. Even though I had a good time with Claudie from the morning, it was still midday. I even ate. I had nothing to do with the remaining time.
“The time is awkward. There’s nothing to do except go to the store. Claudie, do you want to do anything else?”
“Hmm…”
Claudie put her finger to her lips and thought as if she was worried, then said as if it was too natural.
“Sex?”
“Wh-what! We did it this morning!”
Don’t say it so loud, sister!
I quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard. Fortunately, no one was there. What are you talking about outside in broad daylight?
“Hehehe, shall we go do it?”
I definitely want to go do it, but if I fall for her temptation, I’ll be drained all day again, so I decided to find something else to do even if I had to force myself.
“Let’s do that at night… Let’s go to the general store first. I have a few things to prepare separately because we’re going to the underground waterway tomorrow.”
“Okay, I understand.”
When I arrived at the general store, I bought a few bottles of oil and some dry food.
In addition, I also bought a cloth similar to a bandage of a suitable size to use as a mask. When you go into the waterway, you can use this to cover your nose and mouth.
Even so, I had a lot of time left, so I went to the blacksmith.
I was already wearing a cuirass, gauntlets, and greaves, so there was nothing to buy, so I just decided to sharpen my sword. You have to take care of your sword often if the blade is damaged. The blade was badly damaged because I was tearing apart the Flesh Golem.
“Master, can you sharpen this by today?”
“I’m a little busy right now. If you leave it with me, I can do it by tomorrow evening.”
“I’m in a hurry, is there a place nearby that’s not busy?”
“Well… I’m not a blacksmith, so I don’t know who’s busy and who’s not. Go look for yourself.”
As he said, I found a blacksmith that looked a little less busy and asked him to sharpen it. He said it would take a while, so I could come back later.
“Katt, let’s look around here.”
“Okay.”
Claudie, who was looking at the lined-up weapons, grabbed my hand as if she was excited. As a woman who believes in the warrior god Hel-Kan, she likes weapons.
Dating while admiring weapons in a blacksmith district, it was a completely dreamlike situation.
I spent my time like that and went back to the room.
Work starts tomorrow.
