Chapter 95 – 061 Gunma Musume
The loot box that Luce received after clearing the dungeon… Rather, it’s junk.
Sonia tried to properly repair rusty or worn-out equipment and sell them on a second-hand site.
It was rusted, but the oddly engraved [U] Was clearly visible on the medal.
Soaking it in coke to remove rust and then cleaning it until it turns golden, like Sonia’s bodysuit from the association, makes a crunchy sound when she fiddles with it. It was fine, but…
“I’ll lend you my strength this time too… Ah?
Where else is this…”
“…Sigh?”
A medallion that has been polished cleanly.
Like a magic lamp out of a picture book, Sonia, who was trying to bite down to see if it was real gold, before taking a bite, fluffy brown smoke leaked out of the golden medallion… Boom!
“No matter how peaceful the era has arrived, I’d be sad if they didn’t call me… But it’s strange that you’re showing up like this again!
Anyway, it’s a unique style. How much time has passed?”
Sonia, the skilful hero of Sky City, was just cleaning up clutter in her free time.
It was Sonia who was left alone in her nest because Luce, a D-class adventurer who was something like Sonya Lloyd and then made Sonya Lloyd, also left…
A small, SD-like brown hair floating around now… A fairy…? The hero of Sky City looking at .
A cute fairy reminiscent of a riding ‘horse’.
Brown hair with a mane sticking out from the waist down to the tailbone… Horse’s tail…?
Should I call it a ponytail… Sonia is worrying for nothing.
Protruding from the top of the head…Like donkey ears…Party or cutely dressed up as an event costume…Fairy.
“Who… Is God?!”
“…Didn’t you know it when you saw it? I came here because I needed help… This body that manifested right in front of your eyes is the spirit of the war horse and the guardian deity that has been passed down from generation to generation!
Didn’t you call me because you needed help too?”
“…Yes…?”
I just fiddled with the medallion like a magic lamp, but the spirit of the ‘self-proclaimed’ warhorse appeared.
‘Where are the carrots?’ The spirit of the warhorse asks.
“Eh… To commit such rudeness to the guardian spirits that have been served for generations… But let’s take special care of this just this time. So hurry up and bring the carrots.
… Shake off the soil.”
Sonia doesn’t know too much, but her knowledge is also biased towards areas such as mechanical repairs and building inspections.
Of the warhorse…I don’t know what warhorse means, but a cute donkey that introduces itself as the spirit of the warhorse…? Horse Spirit…?
But that warhorse has been brought to Sonia’s family for generations. Even the ignorant Sonia could tell for sure that it wasn’t the spirit of the warhorse.
It wasn’t enough to use bottle caps as currency, but the earth was moderately ruined.
Rather than such an earth… It seems like the spirits of the world that Luce and other fantasy alien races crossed over to…
(The spirit of the warhorse…? What is the warhorse…?)
Whatever the reason
It was Sonia who decided to take out the remaining carrots while Sonya Lloyd prepared a meal for Luce ‘sama’ and Sonia to the self-proclaimed warhorse spirit that suddenly appeared at the nest.
(Then… [U] Is not a letter, but a horse’s hoof… Is it something like that…)
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Crisp Crisp!
Sonia’s living room dining table chair, where Sonya Lloyd showed off her wonderful cooking skills… A self-proclaimed ‘spirit of warhorse’ who crunches on organic earth carrots from Sky City while floating on top.
Sonya Lloyd disappeared now and only remained as a scrap of Sonia’s heart, but Sonya Lloyd only showed what Sonia could do without Sonia’s will.
Sonia, who just opened the refrigerator and handed over rinsed carrots without much effort, and the spirit of the warhorse, who asked to be peeled. Warhorse fairy…?
Just like Sonya Lloyd’s great cooking skills, Sonia peels off the skin and gives it to her.
Crunchy and crunchy…! Oh Do Dog…! It was the spirit of the warhorse who chewed on the carrots of Sky City while making a sound.
“That…That means that this is not Floren… What…I didn’t mean to be rude…”
“Yes?”
A self-proclaimed warhorse spirit who forgot a whole pack of fresh carrots and then listened to the clearing sound explained by Sky City’s hero, donkey ears rising above his hair.
This is not a fantasy world called Floren, but a different world called Earth, and one of the few remaining cities is Sky City…
My friend was cleaning out the junk he collected from walking around the dungeon, and when I wiped the severely rusted medal beautifully, the fluffy one popped up and appeared.
“Eh…Do you know who last had the medal…?
This body, as the spirit of the war horse, reigned as the guardian deity of the family that assisted the imperial family for generations…
As Sonia said, it’s a different world, but since it’s a treasure, the person who had this medal might know something…?”
“Even if you say that… The method is… Uh…”
Floren, a world of swords and magic, ranging from Lucena tailed beasts to wizards who use magic.
If it was Sonia who didn’t know anything, ‘Where is Floren again?’ Sonia may have said the same ignorant thing, but Sonia couldn’t help but notice that Luce was bragging about her hometown to the extent that scabs formed in his ears.
To borrow Luce’s words, from ‘religion that honors unremarkable angels’, if there’s a person they like, they abduct them fair and square and challenge them to a duel… It seems there are dragons who say ‘a special ceremony is held every time they lose’…The same fantasy world Floren.
According to the spirit of the warhorse, a long time ago, he came out to play in the world where spirits live, and decided to remain as the guardian deity of the family he owed to him, so he was enshrined in the medallion… The lord was the spirit of the warhorse.
“…How is it, Sonia. I’m sorry I’ve been indebted to you all this time… But I know better than anyone else that it’s shameless as a spirit of this proud warhorse to ask for a favor after accepting a tribute!
Even so, I ask you to endure this rudeness and rudeness. Can you find the person who last had this medallion?”
A cute two-headed character while floating in the air… A horse spirit in the shape of a horse lowers its head and even has donkey ears growing out of its hair.
Sonia bows down to Sky City’s busty blonde hero, who sits in her chair across from the dining table, but says no to what she can’t do.
“Perhaps… I think it will be difficult…”
“Uh…Why…Sonia…Ho…Do you need a price by any chance? If it’s a price…”
Sonia denies it right away, perhaps because she doesn’t want to be misunderstood as a negotiator who suddenly demands a price.
“No! It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s going to be hard to find…”
Sonia explained that it wasn’t that she didn’t like it, that she couldn’t find it, and that finding the last owner of this medallion, which contained the spirit of the warhorse, was close to impossible.
“Ha…But Sonia. I’m sure you found it in a dungeon… Ah… Is that so… Ah… Understand I did…Hmm…”
Perhaps the person this warhorse spirit is looking for is the descendant who had the medal to the end…
When Sonia, who felt neither the reason nor the need to deliberately cheat, told the truth, ‘This is the spoils obtained by a close friend from raiding a dungeon’, he was taken aback by himself, but then he seemed to finally understand. Spirit of.
“To be found as spoils in a dungeon… That means… You’ve become an adventurer who never returned.
It’s possible that it was lost in a dungeon, but it must be hard to find. Sonia.”
I don’t know what the principle is in the fantasy world of Floren, but at least in the dungeon that appeared on this earth, if you throw any item at the altar that appears at the entrance of the dungeon, a dungeon is created just like instant food, and a boss room at the end.
When the dungeon boss monster is defeated, a single-use glass key appears for each person to open the last treasure chest…
Items thought to be personal adventurers or party camping items that could not return…
The dungeon principle of this Sky City and other cities on Earth is that the adventurer to capture is absent for a long time and time passes as it is and appears abandoned in every corner of the newly created dungeon.
Maybe the family that worshiped the spirit of the war horse collapsed and abandoned it, and the descendants didn’t recognize the value of the medal and sold it as an ornament…
Or, the possibility that the descendant who carried it as an heirloom eventually became an adventurer who could not return after working as an adventurer… And flowed into the dungeon…
There is no way to know the exact truth, but it is next to impossible to know where the offspring of this warhorse spirit seeks.
“…?”
Is it a real ear or a donkey with brown hair…? A horse…A spirit of a warhorse with the same ears drooping
Sonia didn’t think about what to say… She just looked at the spirit of the warhorse protruding from the rusty horseshoe medallion.
