Lunch Meeting

And so I explained everything from the beginning.

“I went out on a walk with Nia, Lord Gerberga and Grulf…”

Kathe’s bothersome roar, searching the ruins, killing the vampires. I explained it all. Serulis asked with a serious expression,

“So, the vampires are after these ancient ruins.”

“Yes. Kathe thinks that the concealment magic has weakened due to time…”

“And now the vampires have been going around and exposing them.”

“That’s very likely.”

Caves that didn’t contain the machines were left alone.

Like the cave that we first met Kathe in. There were only goblins there.

“Well, it sure looks like Kathe’s obsession with protecting cultural property helped you.”

“Yes, I guess you could say that.”

While the start of it was annoying, we wouldn’t have known about those vampires without Kathe’s help.

That would have resulted in more Fool’s Stones being created.

“Ah, right. I brought something other than snacks back with me as well.”

So saying, I took out the sword I got from the Vampire Lord, and put it on the table.

“This sword was used by a Vampire Lord. It’s not cursed, so I will give it to whoever wants to use it.”

“Can I see it?”

“Go ahead.”

Serulis picked it up. Then she unsheathed it and swung it lightly.

“Yes. I think it is a good sword.”

“It didn’t break against the Devil King Sword, and it cut through the floor of the dragon ruins very easily.”

“That’s amazing. Shia, Nia. Will one of you use it?”

“I already received a sword from Mister Locke. So I’m fine.”

“My sword is very special. You should take it, Sister Serulis.”

“Nia, your sword is special?”

I asked and Nia nodded.

“Yes. I am still young, so it is a special training sword.”

“It looks like an ordinary sword to me.”

Shia patted Nia on the head and said,

“The sword itself is normal, but it is made to match her height and build.”

“So it’s short and light in weight for children?”

“No, quite the opposite. We beastkin train with heavy, longer swords.”

“I see. You have some funny customs.”

“It is so she can put on some muscle.”

“Huh.”

“That being said, having it too long or heavy will mess up your sense of balance. And so it is very meticulously designed.”

“I see. Sounds like a lot of work.”

I wondered how effective this method was.

But then again, here was Shia. Fifteen and already a B-rank Adventurer.

At the very least, it seemed to agree with beastkin wolves.

“So Shia and Nia don’t need it. What about you, Serulis? Or is your sword also special?”

“No, it’s a normal sword.”

“Serulis, can I look at your sword?”

“Of course.”

So saying, she handed me her sword.

Yes, it was definitely nothing special. However, it was store bought and expensive.

Perhaps about three million rucks.

But the sword I just acquired was still better.

“Serulis, unless you are very picky, you should use this sword.”

“…Thank you. I’ll take good care of it.”

She said happily. I was glad that she liked it.

And then we finished eating lunch.

The dishes were washed and we returned to the dining room.

“Mister Locke bought us some snacks! And I put on some tea!”

Milka said as she brought the snacks and tea into the room.

“Thank you, Milka.”

“Don’t mention it!”

Milka looked a little bashful as she petted Grulf.

I decided that I would tell Milk about my identity.

“You’re quite smart, Milka. So you might have guessed this already…”

“What do you mean?”

Milka pretended like she didn’t know. But her hand seemed to quicken as she scratched Grulf’s fur.

Perhaps she didn’t want to pry.

Grulf wagged his tail and breathed loudly.

Milka and Grulf seemed to have become a lot closer.

“If you really don’t want to hear it…that is fine as well…”

“No, I will listen if you will trust me. It would be very flattering!”

“I see.”

And so I explained it to her.

But Milka hadn’t even known about Eric, the Hero King.

She probably would not find the truth so surprising.

“Are you serious! You are that famous Ruck! Wow!”

Milka was surprisingly surprised.

She got up loudly from her chair and leaned forward with both hands slammed down on the table.

“And the king you met recently is the Hero Eric.”

“Huh? Who?”

“And Goran is THE Goran.”

“Sister Serulis’s father is famous?”

Apparently, she knew nothing about them.

I hoped that Serulis wouldn’t be insulted by this discovery.

I quietly glanced towards her.

She just nodded.

“King Eric aside, daddy isn’t as famous as Mister Locke. So I can understand.”

She seemed like she didn’t mind.

“But Eric and Goran are amazing too.”

And so I told Milka about Eric and Goran’s exploits.

And since it was a good opportunity, I exaggerated as much as I could without lying.

It was a bit of revenge for what they had spread about me and my own exploits.

When my passionate speech came to a close, Milka looked at the door.

And her face turned to one of shock.

“Oh, it’s the Hero King.”

I turned around to see Eric. Eric was good at erasing his presence, which was very annoying.

“Locke. You better stop right there. It’s getting a little embarrassing…”

The Hero said as he entered the room, his face bright red.