“Cold or heat, until the equinox. The cold is enough to freeze the body, and the heat is enough to burn it. Is climate change due to environmental deterioration?”
“Violeta! Your guard is weak, put up thicker ice!”
This time… or rather, this time too? I’m left out of the loop. I retreated and took command of the battle. My Magic Sword Zebra’s blade isn’t channeling any super vibration, and if I cut the Fire God, the blade will melt. Even if I bring out the Sword of Light, I’ll lose to the heat, and naturally I can’t use the Scythe of Darkness.
Priscilla, Alana, and Orietta are enjoying themselves, using super vibrations that connect to the Fire God to battle. Rufina has several great techniques that can inflict fatal wounds, but she only uses “Thousand-Year Corrupted Wood.” I wonder if it’s because she likes the epithet.
Christine is doing her best. She’s using her power to its maximum, a power that others would never recognize, trying to stop the Fire God’s heart. The proof of this is the sweat dripping from her forehead, and the sweat pooling in the valley of her chest, revealed by the Fire God’s heat… Should I wipe it for her?
Sophia also retreated to my side. Occasionally, she uses a sphere of light, skillfully expanded, to shield herself from incoming magma and flames, but why is she now making tea and relaxing?
We seem to have the upper hand against the Fire God. The way the four of them are going wild is like children who’ve had their toys taken away. Violeta Logins, a Latina snow woman, was also fighting with ice as her weapon.
“Tea time…”
The Fire God resembles a humanoid Troll. Its body is rough and rocky, as if stones were stuck to it, and it occasionally revealed magma within its body.
“Second cup… One cookie…”
Violeta’s ice magic on the Fire God’s feet, followed by a super vibration strike, was an effective combination, and the Fire God’s regenerative power couldn’t keep up with the slashes.
“Break time… a quick restroom break…”
With my precise instructions, the Fire God will likely be defeated soon. I seem to be getting a busy lower abdomen from the fluctuating temperatures and drinking too much. If things continue like this, it looks like we’ll win, and my role will just be commanding.
“Everyone, I’ll be right back. Sophia has prepared tea and cookies here, so please rest if you’re tired.”
“Hey, you, wait a minute…”
Oops, I forgot to mention that Sophia’s cookies come with her homemade jam. It’s great because it comes in various flavors. Sophia sure has a lot of time on her hands if she can throw Meteor Strikes.
I entered a disused side tunnel and sat down. Unfortunately, there’s no warm seat or bidet. Toilet paper is leaves. In this world, it’s leaves. That’s normal, I won’t hear any complaints.
The side tunnel was cooler than where the Fire God was, perfect for storing wine. The civilization level of this world is significantly lower than modern Japan. I don’t understand everything, but perhaps I can contribute something to this world. Even if I don’t understand the intricate mechanisms, if I suggest an idea, perhaps someone intelligent will follow it.
… Phew. Thinking about difficult things makes it easier to… P. I’ll have to fill the hole I made with… P later. Since I made… P on hard bedrock, I’ll just leave leaves on top and go. If you find leaves carelessly placed in a cave, assume there’s… P underneath.
I feel refreshed, both mentally and physically, and button my belt. I can still hear the sounds of battle. I’d like to stay here and relax, but it’s lonely to be alone, and the smell of… P…
I’ll go back to commanding. The White Lily Corps needs a competent man like me. How competent and capable I am will be evident from the faint dragging sound coming from deeper in the cave I used as a restroom.
… What is that? *Zuzuzu*? *Zuzuruzu*? A sound like something large being dragged. Is it rhinitis!? Dwarf reinforcements wouldn’t come this way. In times like these, I have a convenient skill, “Wide-Area Mind’s Eye~”. I even have the余裕 to imitate that blue cat-shaped robot.
My consciousness extends through the bent cave. Wide-Area Mind’s Eye, which can see even in darkness, is something I could sell to the US military. Make a fortune, pay off my debts, and get a loan that won’t strain my finances.
I see it! Even while thinking such foolish things, I am still a capable commander who does his work. What I see is a snake-man! A thick, long body filling the cave, and a bare, muscular upper body, so different from my own belly.
I can’t let him go to the Fire God. I have to stop him here. I have weapons, I have cheats. The opponent is a snake-man? If he’s a man, let’s skip the talking. I’m busy now.
I can feel him approaching, his rhinitis worsening. I don’t have any tissues. There are leaves somewhere, though used ones. As he emerged from the winding cave’s curve, he appeared.
“Light!”
A preemptive strike, a blinding Sword of Light. Strong light is effective against those who live in darkness! A flash, comparable to a flashlight, assaults both me and the snake-man.
“Freeze! Put your hands up.”
Do catchphrases only work in America? When the light formed into a sword and the flash subsided, the snake-man charged forward with his rhinitis in full force. It’s a shame; I was hoping to talk.
This mass is unstoppable. I evade the attacking snake-man’s right claw with light footwork, but his charge doesn’t stop. However, if I match his speed, there’s no need to worry about his size.
Godspeed! Mode: Slippery?
“Nooo!!”
I stepped on it! I stepped on it! Did I step on a cat? No! I stepped on a landmine… I stepped on a landmine I set myself and slipped.
“Damn it!”
Just like “P,” “Damn it!” It’s stupid! I know, but I can’t suppress the urge to say it. In any case, I have to do something about this sole of my shoe, or I can’t return to everyone. I absolutely hate being called “P-man” or “Captain P”!
I desperately rubbed the soles of my shoes against the ground, trying hard to remove it. The snake-man seemed to be doing various things, but I don’t have time to deal with him. With Godspeed and Mind’s Eye, no matter what the snake-man tries, he won’t stop me from removing the “P” from my shoe soles.
“Don’t interfere!”
He was as annoying as a stalker, so I told him off and swung my Sword of Light. Perhaps sensing my busyness, the snake-man fell silent and didn’t say another word.
“Oh, I can’t get it out of the crevice…”
Perhaps because I rubbed my shoe soles on the ground, the “P” that got into the crevice wouldn’t come out. Fortunately, I was able to clean it off using some red water that flowed from somewhere.
“Where the hell have you been!”
As if I had entered a break time, everyone seemed exhausted. They were piling sweet jam onto crackers and mixing alcohol into their tea, guzzling it down.
“Are you done?”
“Piece of cake, you idiot.”
“What about Violeta?”
“She’s doing something on the pedestal where the Fire God was.”
The Fire God, whose name I didn’t even know, the god of the Dwarves whom we fought and killed due to generational change. I walked past his massive body towards the pedestal.
Would the Dwarves have been able to handle the generational change more peacefully? Even if we prepared a replacement Fire God, it doesn’t change the fact that we killed the Dwarf God. Will the Dwarves accept it? A snow woman becoming the Fire God…
A woman sits on the god’s pedestal. Violeta Logins, the Latina snow woman. Why is she naked now, making it difficult for me to look? Perhaps she’s the exhibitionist type!?
“Violeta, how did the generational change go?”
“… It’s over. From now on, I am the Fire God, Violeta Logins…”
From Violeta, who was solely holding back the Fire God to protect the Dwarves, I couldn’t hear any happy voices. Her words conveyed something deeper than sadness.
“Violeta, why did you, an ice monster, decide to become the Fire God? Of course, I know you have enough magical power…”
From ice to fire. From shadow to yang. Changing to such a completely different way of life couldn’t be for a simple reason. It’s about as easy as Priscilla living like Christine… or maybe not that different?
“Do you know how Snow Ladies, called ice monsters, live? They are born alone in the mountains, with no parents or siblings…”
Did I hear something I shouldn’t have? If I had thought more lightly, I would have asked over tea. And if you’re going to have an important conversation, wear some clothes. Is there any need to be undressed?
“Snow Ladies are alone. Since birth. I got tired of that… I want to be closer to people, I want warmth…”
Human warmth. A realm that a snow woman could never reach. She freezes everything she touches, and her very existence freezes the heart. It’s no wonder such a snow woman craves warmth. Loneliness is a sad thing.
“Touch me, Mikael. I have warmth now.”
Violeta stood up and walked towards me. Her Latina-toned tanned skin and slender waist made her look surprisingly stylish. And she’s naked. Where am I supposed to touch?
Her beautiful, well-formed chest protruded as if inviting me to touch it. Surely not there. Should I hold her hand? That would be too distant, as someone who fought together.
The correct answer is… I placed my hand on Violeta’s cheek. Feeling a slight warmth, as I started to pull my hand away, Violeta reached for my hand.
“I’m warm now, aren’t I? I couldn’t have imagined this a little while ago. I… I’m warm, aren’t I…”
I embrace Violeta. You are warm, Violeta. Especially my belly sticking out from my clothes is warm. The snow woman, who could freeze to the core with a touch, is no more.
From now on, she will wield the flames of the Dwarf’s Fire God and control magma. Shidenzach will likely be revived as a Dwarf city.
One of the conditions of our agreement with the Dwarves has been met. Now, all that’s left is to move the Harmonia army’s base. For a while, the Dwarves will have to be patient as we await reinforcements from each country, and the Allied Forces will recapture the Royal Capital Klinshberbach.
To push back the Demon Army, there are also weapons we need to ask the Dwarves for. Today will be the starting point; we’ll defeat the Demon Lord and have a happy ending!
“Ho ho, while people are resting, you’re working…”
A demon’s voice whispered from behind me, emitting a quiet killing intent. What kind of excuse could there be in this situation? It’s not a happy ending, but it seems like an ending.
