Chapter 3.2

Chapter 3: Trying Out Going to the Royal Capital (Again) Part2

Part 2

In the middle of the New Years holiday, five days later

*Gara gara* The carriage was being driven.

Next to Diablo and holding the reins, Sylvie was there.

Ronbel-san was an artisan with great skill, right?

How she is so chatty bothers me though.

As long as he doesnt have any alcohol, she is a pretty tight lipped person.

So shes loose if she has alcohol.

Well, I have no problems with the job she did.

The set of beautiful Marriage Rings were properly made.

Sylvie nodded.

Diablo-san, I was surprised when you said that you wanted to go to the royal capital the moment the rings were completed

HmphIt isnt because the rings were made. Besides, it was unexpected for meFor the Guildmaster to accompany me together with fodder.

When he had the carriage that they had entrusted to the carriage shop be prepared for use, Sylvie was also waiting for him with it on the appointed day.

I said that Id go together with you, didnt I?

Is it alright for you to be away from the Guild?

NnWell, its because I was thinking that it was about time for the new guys to get used to it. Its just right to have things done by my substitute for a while.

Substitute huh.

Yup, by Emil-san.

Are things going to be alright? That guys an idiot.

Sylvie made a wry smile.

No, no, even though hes like that, hes on the pretty smart, you know?

In that case, the Adventurers Guild has too hard of a time finding capable people.

HahahaIts because what is important above all else, is popularity.

Diablo

shrugged his shoulders.

If it was about popularity, there was nothing he could say.

Emil was often together with his party members. He might be proficient in communications skills that can bring people together.

Sylvie gazed at the scenery and spoke.

I am the type that gives instructions about this and that from the backI guess Emil-san is the type to take the initiative to fight against hardship. So that his companions would keep up with him.

Hes similar to you, Diablo-san.

HmphI dont remember leading companions.

Really?

When fighting, I alone am enough.

When fighting against the Great Demon King Modinalaam, he felt at ease with Sasala and Rose serving as the vanguard.

That was the truth, but now they werent here.

In the end, that was nothing more than being due to the situationis what Diablo thought.

It was the same as the weather and the terrain.

If the vanguard was there, he would fight in a way that would work with them. If it wasnt there, he would fight in away that would work without them.

Things like since there isnt a Healer, I wont challenge the boss today or since Im exploring a dungeon, I want a Seeker.

To rely on someone else even though it was for himself, he was unable to understand that.

Even if this world was made so that one had to cooperate with othersI am alone.

Right now, I am here, arent I?

I cant trust you.

So mean!?

Sylvie made a face that looked like she was going to cry.

How contrived.

Its because of that part of her.

With the meaning of stopping the conversation, Diablo scratched his ear hole with his finger.

Hmph

br>/> Hmph

Diablo-san, you cant do that!

What?

Its because ears are delicate.

*Hyoko hyoko* Sylvie moved her rabbit ears.

Grasswalkers were the race with the greatest hearing ability. It was said that their ancestors lived in grass-covered plains, and in order to escape from wild animals that were stronger than themselves, their sensing ability and agility was high.

They were surely zealous in the caring for their ears.

More importantly, to be scolded like this, this might be the first time since he came to this other world.

There were many that were hostile against him. There were also times where he made people seriously mad. And he didnt have an intent to kill pointed at him just one or two times.

However, he had no memory of being scolded.

Diablo-san, lets have lunch

Lunch? Its still early though

Theres a river over there, and since its such fine weather, it makes you want to eat some delicious food, doesnt it.

Fumu.

Its not like he intended on having an audience with the king.

Although he was interested in that certain store, it wasnt like it was set that he would be going to it. He merely just ended up going to the royal capital for some reason.

Since there was no particular task that he needed to rush, they parked the carriage just like she said to.

Sylvie got down taking some cooking utensils from the luggage tray.

Im going to make a hearth, so Diablo-san, you go and draw some water in the pot!

So I have to help out too?

When he was together with Rem and Shera, they would generally munch on jerky, or munch on fruits.

There were also times where they

where they made soup, but even Rem could use Chemical Elemental Magic where she could start a fire. In the end, he would just watch and do nothing.

Him having anything to do with cooking, the last time was they were capturing his own made dungeon.

Washing the long used iron pot with river water, he returned with drawn water.

A simple hearth where bricks were piled up was already made.

Sylvie showed a smile.

Thank you, Diablo-san! Next, go wash the plates.

Umu.

When he returned, the pot was already placed over the fire, and she was cutting vegetables. Without using a chopping board, she skillfully cut the vegetables that she held with her hand, and dropped them into the pot just like that.

So this was a skilled Adventurer.

From underneath her clothes, she pulled out a yellow powder.

Nfufu

A faint sweet smell.

Is that, curry!?

Oh, youre well informed, as expected of you, Diablo-san. It seems to be cuisine from southern countries.

After putting the powder in and cooking it for a while, the soup curry was completed.

Sylvie put some onto the plate and presented it to him.

Its hot, so be careful.

Umu.

Breaking off some of the hard-baked bread, he soaked it in and brought it to his mouth.

He was satisfied with the currys flavor.

Similarly, Sylvies ears were trembling.

Nn, this spiciness is so good!!

Umu

The taste was a bit thin, but the spices were properly doing their work. His tongue was tingling.

Even though they hadnt been cooking for tens of minutes, the carrots and the potatoes were soft enough that they could be eaten easily.

Looking closely, they werent just simply cut into bite sized pieces, bite sized pieces, they had notches in them so they would be easy to eat. Was that the thing called scoring?

To think that there would be this much of a difference in taste in outdoors cooking with just cooking ability

Hawaa, its been a long time. When I eat this, it feels like Ive gone on an adventure.

Do you always make this?

At times where theres a surplus of time and food.

This time, it cant really be called an adventure though.

That isnt the case, you know. Even just going to the royal capital, theres no telling what will happen, right?

A danger greater than the Great Demon King?

There might be.

Being told that with an unexpectedly serious tone, Diablo shrugged his shoulders.

Isnt that cowardice?

Thats right. And thats why Ive been able to live a long life. My gallant companions, theyve all died.

When Diablo was summoned to this other world, he already had this strength. He wasnt feeble to the point where he would die from just a little of this or that.

There were times where he was driven to the wall by formidable enemies, but he had never been cowardly to the point where he would be vigilant towards everything.

Even in this other world, just like how he was in the game, he put emphasis on efficiency. Even if he received damage or consumed MP, he thought while prioritizing the outcome.

However, if he were to die, he wouldnt be able to do a redo.

It was different from the game.

Diablo chewed on the soup currys softly boiled carrot, and swallowed it.

So there are places that I should take lessons in, huh.

Nn? What?

*Niko* Sylvie smiled.