Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. Chapter 206 - The Grand Gathering of Interracial Harmony – Finale (2)

Chapter 206 – The Grand Gathering of Interracial Harmony – Finale (2)

 

“To think that I, a noble of the night, have been reduced to this….”

Adrian, captain of the Night Noble Expedition, held his breath as he crouched down.

Whoooosh!

Beside him, water thundered down endlessly. A waterfall hidden within the small forest at the end of the palace’s secret passage.

The King was undoubtedly hiding behind it.

‘I’ll stay still… then ambush them….’

Fortunately, after drinking an enormous amount of blood, his body, which had weakened due to the labyrinth’s strange effects, was now overflowing with vitality.

Even so, he couldn’t let his guard down. Not against that hideous monster.

Step.

After waiting in complete silence, he finally heard footsteps approaching.

‘They’re here?’

Adrian carefully planned an elegant ambush in his mind.

‘Fly over… swish…  snatch the bracelet.’

Battle over instantly, through movements as flawless as a masterpiece.

Surely no strategy could be more refined than that.

“Where might you be hiding?”

The monster’s chillingly cold voice made him flinch for a moment.

But he quickly regained his composure.

After all, in terms of soul rank, he held a decisive advantage. There was no reason to fear prematurely.

Step. Step.

The footsteps drew closer.

‘…Wait?’

It wasn’t just one person. There were three explorers.

Adrian activated Mist Form, peering toward the approaching presences.

“……!”

Thud!

His emotional shock instantly dispelled Mist Form, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Oh. You came out all on your own.”

Unfortunately, he landed directly in front of the path the monster had been walking.

Adrian calmly stood, maintaining his dignity as though nothing had happened.

“…Ah.”

The three explorers silently stared at him.

A grotesque slaughtering monster, so horrifying that one instinctively wanted to avert one’s eyes.

A Dragonblood whose face radiated an emptiness that inspired instinctive revulsion.

And… a rusted monstrosity, its body corroded like decaying iron, countless wounds piercing it from head to toe, blood endlessly pouring out.

“We were starting to grow tired of searching.”

“So it’s Adrian, the High Vampire.”

“Thanks to Grand Chaos Disturbance Field… there’s no way we can lose a bracelet-removal contest. Even so… You’ll at least provide us with a reasonably enjoyable time, won’t you?”

Watching the three terrifying explorers steadily approach, Adrian tightly shut his eyes.

“…Forgive me, Sir Jerix!”

 

***

 

“…Heh. Hehehe.”

Enjoying the hardships my body hadn’t experienced in such a long time, I lay on the ground, laughing.

“Hic… Sniff….”

Beside me, the High Vampire Adrian was quietly sobbing in a pitiful posture.

Pierre had torn off the entire arm wearing his bracelet.

“Even so… he wasn’t an easy opponent.”

“Indeed.”

Fafnir casually removed the bracelet, then tossed it toward me.

“If Golden Crow hadn’t taken every attack for us… victory wouldn’t have come so easily.”

“Indeed. Though… it wasn’t exactly because you were feeling selfless.”

“Rather than praising me with words… wouldn’t head pats or butt pats be more appropriate?”

“Come here.”

The moment I leapt to my feet, Pierre demonstrated the remarkable feat of simultaneously patting both the upper and lower portions of the beautiful Half-Elf using two separate hands.

Afterward, the three of us stood side by side, waving goodbye to Adrian, who trudged away in defeat.

“Farewell, that was an enjoyable experience. Thank you very much!”

“…Stop acting like we’re friends, you monsters!”

As we waved to the sulking vampire, Fafnir quietly gazed beyond the waterfall.

“There’s another hidden space beyond there. The King should be inside.”

“Shall we escort Him?”

Whoooooosh!

Transforming the morale accumulated through my indescribably intense and magnificent struggle against Adrian into Evil Freezing Wind, I froze the entire waterfall solid.

Then, Pierre shattered the ice with all three hands, revealing the hidden chamber behind it.

A natural bunker, surrounded by enormous roots and tree trunks.

“……”

Inside, an Elf sat upon an elegant rocking chair, glaring at us.

 

[King Hariel (Wood Elf, 799 years old). A capable king who has ruled the Meterdegus Kingdom peacefully for five hundred years. He doesn’t seem particularly skilled in combat.]

 

“…So… the Valterium Empire has finally abandoned all decency.”

King Hariel slowly placed a green cigarette into his mouth, his expression grim.

“Monsters… who crawled out from the cracks between dimensions… Grant me a little time. Even if I must go… am I not allowed one final amusement?”

“…?”

Apparently, His Majesty had misunderstood something.

I smiled as kindly as possible, striking an adorable pose that clearly conveyed I had no intention of attacking.

“Please rest easy, Your Majesty. We are volunteers who rose to defend the kingdom watched over by Meterd.”

“…Volunteers?”

The Elven King blinked blankly, still inhaling his cigarette smoke.

“…May I ask what races you belong to?”

“As you can see… one of us is Dragonblood. As for myself and the gentleman with all the extra arms and legs, we belong to a small race unknown to the world.”

On the Eastern Continent, that excuse was perfectly believable. After all, it was the continent inhabited by the greatest variety of races.

“…Then… I owe you an apology for doubting you.”

King Hariel extinguished the cigarette between his fingers.

“You thought that the Valterium Empire, whose offensives have become increasingly cruel, had finally dragged monsters dwelling between dimensions into our world? Hahaha. That’s a perfectly understandable misunderstanding. We’re certainly… distinctive.”

Behind me, I heard Fafnir quietly mutter,

“I can’t compete with that silver tongue. Hm… But where exactly are your eyes? You have so many holes… I wouldn’t wish to be rude.”

“You may look wherever you please. Personally… I’d recommend this spot.”

I pointed toward a wound in my chest, shaped almost perfectly like an eye, blood endlessly flowing from it.

“…I see. Ah! But we don’t have time for a leisurely conversation! Your Majesty. Excuse me for a moment.”

Fafnir unceremoniously hoisted His Majesty onto one shoulder.

“Please, we must leave. At present… the Valterium Empire is busy hunting down influential figures of our kingdom hidden throughout the land. But before long… they’ll reach this place as well… Undoubtedly.”

Hariel frowned.

“Can you escort me… to the top of World Tree Number Two? There’s a teleportation circle there leading to World Tree Number Thirty-Two in the far reaches of the Eastern Continent.”

One of the completion conditions for Final Stand: Escort King Hariel safely beyond the Eastern Continent.

To fulfill that condition, using the teleportation circle was mandatory.

There was also a high-level route reserved for veteran players, escorting him overland instead. It certainly offered greater thrills, but it required over a month.

Reluctantly, I suppressed my desires.

“Understood. Let’s go.”

Escorting the Elven King, we emerged onto the palace rooftop.

Looking up at World Tree Number Two, Fafnir spoke calmly.

“We won’t be able to fly. The World Tree’s aura interferes with flight.”

“An accurate observation.”

Hariel, his complexion pale from spending so long indoors, let out a quiet breath.

“We’ll have to climb the trunk. With me present… the spirits will assist us. So it won’t be overly difficult.”

Climbing the World Tree itself wouldn’t truly be difficult.

Provided, of course, that nothing interfered.

BOOOOM!!

Suddenly, a gigantic explorer landed upon one corner of the roof.

A Tiger Beastman, holding an axe.

Jerix’s closest subordinate, the champion of District Five’s underground arena… The Thirsting Axe, Melsion.

Apparently, he’d already fought countless battles. His entire body was stained with blood.

“…I sensed something unusual… and came to investigate. Fortunately… I wasn’t mistaken.”

Melsion gripped his axe with both hands, letting out a quiet growl.

“Golden Crow Karr. You’re allied with Mek, aren’t you?”

“Allied? Not at all.”

I slowly caressed my lower abdomen.

“Lord Mek… is my precious friend.”

“…Then what was that hand gesture?”

“A subtle hint… and foreshadowing.”

“So… You’re every bit as impossible to understand as I’d heard. Ordinarily, I would have no reason to fight you. However….”

The Tiger Beastman’s gaze shifted toward King Hariel.

“I cannot allow you to win. Not when Sir Jerix intends… to use the title of Invincible as the cornerstone of the future.”

“Even now… won’t you let us pass?”

Meeting Melsion’s gaze, I raised one leg coquettishly, bringing both fists beneath my chin.

The secret technique of Half-Elf Survival Techniques: Adorable charm.

“…No. I cannot.”

It failed.

“So, you judge people by appearances rather than their hearts? You’re awful.”

Using Transformation, I assumed my usual adorable appearance.

“How about now?”

“What in the world are–”

Before finishing his sentence, Melsion abruptly rolled away.

Whoosh!

Pierre’s hand axe swept through the space where the Tiger Beastman had been standing only moments earlier.

“Oho. What remarkable reflexes.”

“So that meaningless conversation was merely a distraction!”

“Yes. My love.”

“…??”

The instant our eyes met earlier, I’d already activated Sin: Lust.

“Lord Melsion.”

Staring entranced at his magnificently sturdy muscles, I spread my arms wide.

“Please hold me tightly. I want to embrace You… and breathe in Your scent from up close. I want to lean against your sturdy chest. I want to listen to your heartbeat. I want to feel Your warmth with my entire body. I want to lick your muscles.”

“…Are you out of your mind?!”

Just as my beloved uttered such cruel words…

Fwoooosh!

Fafnir spat out a stream of green liquid.

Only after his attention had been drawn toward me did Melsion leap backward… too late.

A small amount splashed onto him.

Sizzle…

His magnificent muscles began to burn slightly.

Crunch!

Pierre, already waiting where Melsion landed, buried his hand axe into that broad, captivating back.

My beloved’s gaze shifted toward Pierre.

“Why are you looking at someone else?!”

Using Bewildering Tongue, I wrapped my tongue around Melsion’s neck.

“Look only at me. Focus only on me.”

“…Please stop!”

Despite my presence, that heartless Tiger Beastman kept paying attention to others, skillfully swinging his axe to fend off the combined assault of Pierre and Fafnir.

Crackle.

I transformed my tongue into lightning, electrocuting him.

Immediately afterward, Fafnir’s sharp tentacles pierced into Melsion’s body.

Meanwhile, Pierre’s hand axe headed straight toward the bracelet on Melsion’s right arm.

“…It seems… I’ll have to stop fighting politely.”

CRUNCH!

In a single swing, Melsion severed both Fafnir’s tentacles and my tongue, before smashing Pierre away with his axe.

His eyes turned cold.

“I’ll fight violently as well. Just like You.”

“Ah… Violently?”

Blushing, I spread my arms wide.

“I look forward to it.”

“……”

Now he wouldn’t even answer me. How cruel.

“Golden Crow.”

Standing before me, Fafnir repeatedly clenched and unclenched one hand.

“We’ll handle Melsion. You hurry… and take the King.”

“Why? If you’re planning to get intimate with Lord Melsion… while leaving me behind… I, Karr… will not tolerate it.”

“I have absolutely no intention of doing that. So shut up and go.”

“We’re more than capable… of dealing with him without you.”

Melsion coated his axe with a yellow aura.

“Just the two of you? Do you underestimate me?”

“No.”

Fafnir answered calmly.

“Because… they’ve arrived. Our sturdy meat shields.”

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOOOM!!

One after another, massive presences landed upon the rooftop.

Every member of the Fafnir Expedition boasts an enormous physique.

“Kurereek.”

“Kegegeek.”

“Kurururuk.”

Uttering sounds unique to each of them, the giants charged straight toward my beloved, Melsion.

At this point, I had no choice but to choose victory over love.

“Please… don’t forget me… my love.”

“…You’re so noisy!”

“Ah… To remain so cold… right until the very end. I believe… I’m falling even deeper.”

Calming my flushed cheeks, I escorted His Majesty and leapt toward the World Tree.

“Karr!”

The members of the Moonlight Expedition were waiting at the sloped entrance growing from the trunk leading upward.

Elf Astrimia proudly placed both hands on her waist.

“I found the quickest route… that also avoids the Valterium Empire’s forces. So, we arrived right on time. I did well, didn’t I?”

“As expected…!”

I showered her with praise, telling her all about her dazzling beauty, her brilliance, and more.

While admiring Astrimia’s delighted smile, the adult Marlin quietly poked my side… this time, without extending her claws.

“Let’s hurry.”

“Wait just a moment.”

“Why?”

“Shouldn’t we politely greet our elders first?”

“…Huh?”

Patting Marlin’s now broader back, I looked upward.

“And where exactly… do you think you’re going?”

Against the backdrop of the vast branches stretching across the heavens, a Goblin leisurely flew toward us.

The Goblin Chieftain. Jerix the Invincible.

As a respectful greeting, I offered Him a small gift.

BOOOOOOOM!!

Flash Kwaa-Kwang. A beam of lightning shot straight toward Jerix.

“…Such an insolent Half-Elf.”

Naturally, he blocked it with ease. Still, he seemed pleased with my greeting.

His eyes remained fixed on me. So, I immediately met his gaze.

[Oh, honestly… Sin: The Damn Mystery That Should Be Sent Back to the Demon King has activated.]

Above us, Jerix, whose dignity had become even greater thanks to the Grand Chaos Disturbance Field.

Upon my hand, the dependable handcuffs… Demon Suppressor.

“Ah….”

How could I not become intoxicated by such a moment?

“Sir Jerix. Please… crush me… beneath your feet.”