He headed towards the Land of Satyrs with Shimon’s attendants, who he had rescued.
Chaos is spreading throughout the world… and to stop it, the Light Elves are working frantically. But I wonder if the push and pull between light and darkness will only make the chaos spread further.
“Hey, you guys aren’t ordinary people, are you? So, what are your names? What kind of adventures have you had?”
Shimon’s solemn expression completely changed back to a sparkling one. I told him about my visit to the Dragonkin village. When the female attendant heard this, she turned to look at me.
“No way, that’s impossible. Ancient Dragonkin are said to appear only when disaster strikes. And their favorite food is human hearts. There’s a legend that if you offer it to them, they’ll grant your wishes. The sages of White Horn have also received divine prophecies in the past.”
It seemed like he had been spreading that rumor about his favorite food himself. However, the story about receiving divine oracles during times of disaster might not be entirely wrong. In fact, the world is slowly heading towards ruin right now.
While we were talking about our journey, we safely arrived in the Land of Satyrs.
“Now, let’s go to the hospital, Lord Shimon.”
“No, I’m fine now. More importantly, I need to get Hiroaki and the others treated. Let’s go to the hotel where my sisters are staying. Maybe we can meet them.”
Alright, things are progressing smoothly. I need to attach Karubene’s horn before he wakes up. It seems Shimon was able to recover from some of his injuries with his own magic.
The Land of Satyrs is messy but lively. The shouts of vendors fill the air, and the drunken singing can be heard from the bars. It’s a bit dirtier and more cramped compared to the two countries I’ve seen so far, but there’s a nostalgic feeling to its jumbled nature.
“Hey, this place is called the Godgoblet United Kingdom, right? United…?”
The female attendant opened her mouth at my question. Come to think of it, she’s a Satyr, so she should know a lot about her homeland.
“There are several types of races with forms like ours. Each race has a chieftain, though their populations vary. This country was formed by their integration.”
I see. Indeed, I’ve seen several Satyr-like races before. The deer-legged Fawn, the horse-legged Seilenos, the sheep-legged Obithyros, and the bull-legged Minotaur. It’s United because they all gathered together.
“But can it really go that smoothly?”
“No, before the integration, conflicts were common in every region. And even now, though not publicly acknowledged, there are always conflicts brewing beneath the surface. Their appearances are similar, but their racial traits are different.”
In that case, why, I wanted to say, but I realized that if each race fought individually, they would eventually collapse. It feels like a reluctant choice for survival.
After walking through the town for a while, we were led to a particularly splendid building. People in expensive-looking clothes were coming and going. It seemed to be a high-class hotel.
“Here we are. Your sisters are staying here.”
“Ah, ah.”
Facing his sister, Shimon’s expression clouded over. Nina tilted her head at his reaction.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”
“N-no, it’s just that my sister doesn’t know I’m coming. I was told to stay at home, but I came along on my own.”
Surely she didn’t want to put her younger brother in danger. Unfortunately, we’ve already met. The male attendant peered into his face.
“What will you do, Lord Shimon?”
“I’m going. I came all this way for this. Besides, I need to repay Hiroaki and the others who saved us. Come with me.”
I don’t particularly feel like it, but it’s a chance we’ve been given. I need to find the parents of Sen no Tsurugi quickly.
As we passed through the hotel entrance, a red carpet, chandeliers, and luxurious furniture greeted us. A staff member immediately approached.
“Welcome, what can I do for you today?”
“I am a member of White Horn. Shimon, the brother of Clarissa. I wish to see my sister.”
The employee glanced at the attendants behind him and bowed, saying, “I understand.” And the name Clarissa, she was indeed the sage I had met before.
“My apologies. This way, please.”
Walking past many guests, we were led to the third floor. It was a long, quiet hallway; the upper floors seemed to be VIP rooms. Then, one of the doors opened, and a white Centaur emerged. She seemed to glow against the crimson carpet, pure white.
She turned towards us and stopped moving.
“Shimon, why are you here?”
“I understand why you told me to stop. But I wanted to come too.”
“You… do you have any idea how dangerous this journey is?!”
Her white eyebrows furrowed sharply. Even the wise sage’s demeanor changed when it came to her sibling.
“I do. I was attacked by a Basilisk on the way. That’s when these people saved me. Let me introduce you, this is Hiroaki and his companions.”
When the sage saw our faces, her white eyebrows furrowed again.
