Revenge on Calvin, Arisugawa
Now, rather than dallying with foolish things, I should get to the main subject. I knocked on the door of the room where everyone was gathered.
“Ah, Hiroaki, are you alright? You’ve been sleeping the whole time.”
The members who were sitting and chatting all turned to look this way at once. Apparently, I had been asleep ever since then.
“Yeah, somehow. More importantly, are all of you okay?”
“I had my magic dispelled too! Does it seem like it’s coming back a little?”
Nina, who had her curse dispelled just like me, looked happy. Her voice sounded a little higher. Maybe it was slowly returning.
“I had the healers recover my injuries, so for now, there might not be any problems. But I’m tired.”
“That’s right, sighs, as expected, travel doesn’t always go smoothly. I never thought Hiroaki-san would be killed. Ah, or rather, almost killed.”
Philiana scratched her head with a laugh. She might be getting a little bit back too. Sharin looked the same, physically. Speaking of which, what happened to Cecilia? I killed her, but in the end, Anakura revived her.
“Where is Cecilia?”
“Cecilia-san is resting in the next room. I caused her a lot of trouble.”
“That’s right, I did something bad.”
She was probably the biggest contributor to this incident. That’s right, Sylvie. She said she went in alone, but what happened to her?
“Has anyone seen Sylvie?”
As soon as I mentioned her name, the atmosphere became heavy. So, no one had seen her?
“I’ll go see her.”
“Do you think she’ll let you see her that easily?”
I need to see her; there’s something I want to talk to her about. I walked around the inn looking for Sylvie. She was probably staying in a room somewhere, just like us.
“You there, can I have a moment?”
As I wandered around, a male Centaur, likely a member of the White Horn, spoke to me.
“Yes, what is it?”
“You’re an acquaintance of the Sage, aren’t you? I’m sorry, but could you please stay in your room?”
“Do you know a girl named Sylvie from Bicorn?”
The man averted his eyes for a moment, then replied that he didn’t.
“I see. I have something to tell her. Could you somehow arrange for us to meet?”
Justal returned with a stern face from behind the man, who looked even more uncomfortable. The man nervously looked back and forth between them before backing away.
“You seem surprisingly full of energy. If this is the case, we should be able to depart immediately.”
“Please let me see Sylvie.”
“Hah, I can’t indulge your unreasonable demands any further. Because of you, we’ve been held up.”
So, that’s how it is. I knew it.
“Hmph, you really are a lucky bunch. They say fools don’t catch colds, and it seems to be true.”
It annoys me to death how he talks. I’m not just a civilian anymore, you know. I’ve seen countless worlds you don’t know about.
“Fine, let’s depart. We’re in a hurry too.”
Justal turned away with his lips pursed. I returned to my room and prepared to depart with everyone. A lingering fatigue remained in my body, but it was better to leave quickly.
Shimon also worried about me, but I assured him I was fine. And then, the members began to march forward in a long line again. We followed at the very end.
At the rear of the long, winding procession, I discreetly opened the notebook with the memo I had left, checking my surroundings. Philiana and Lauren were on either side of me. This would make it harder to be found.
“Everyone, listen up. This is some information I’ve gathered.”
“Ah, that’s right, I remember something like that.”
“Ehh, what is it, what is it? Piyo wants to see too!”
Piyo popped his head out from below.
“Whoa, whoa, quiet. This is top secret.”
“Ehh, a secret? What could it be?”
I told the excited Piyo the poem I heard from a mysterious youth.
“Hmm, is it a new hint? But Piyo and the others are going to meet a Hummingbird Harpy, right?”
That’s right, the mysterious part is that people who weren’t in the previous one are appearing. Is it a completely different thing, or just a rephrased version?
“Hey, you went with a stranger?!”
Nina leaned over from behind and yelled in my ear. My ears rang.
“Your voice is back.”
“Ah, you’re right. But that’s not the point, why would you go with such a dangerous… Ahhh, well, be careful.”
She probably remembered that we had been fighting. She slowly backed away. Philiana, walking beside me, put her hand to her chin.
“But still, why would such a poem appear now? I heard it was left by someone from the Magic Committee a long, long time ago. Is this different?”
“I don’t really know either. He said it was passed down by Treasure Beastmen. I don’t even know what that race is.”
First of all, there’s no guarantee that these two poems refer to the same place. We all thought about it for a bit, but even Elana shook her head in confusion.
