Wfb

Original web novel by k.linH

Wfb: Chapter 87

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Chapter 87:  Even if there’s Magic, it’s not like You can do Anything without Proper Preparation.

Dinner was delicious.

I’m not sure what a non-monster bear tastes like, but the meat of the Red Grizzly was soft and tender, but still had a nice consistency when chewed.

The meat of the roast was definitely firmer than the stewed meat, but no matter which you tasted, when you sunk your teeth into it, hearty juices flowed out and filled your mouth with the umami of the fat and the aroma of spices.

The stewed meat seemed to soak up the broth of the stew, and a mellower taste came out …

Haa, I seem to have become more sensitive to good food here in this world than in Japan. I guess that’s what happens when you eat convenient store food for every meal – that’s what Grandfather and I ended up doing when Grandma died.

Food also seems to be more abundant in this world than in Japan – or at least, in Nyl City it is.

Ragnall said that it’s because any city with a Labyrinth in it basically has food and supplies pouring out of the Labyrinth – anyway, my point is, everyone who cooks takes an effort to make the food good without skimping too much on anything, because the price of ingredients is pretty cheap.

Even if you sold it at minimal prices, if you cut too many corners on food no one will come to eat it because there’s always going to be better food around. That’s why everything I’ve eaten in this world, even food stall food, has been good.

Maa, I suppose this is only because I staying in Nyl City for the two plus months I have been in this world. Because people are greedy, I’m sure there are places where people don’t get enough to eat and the fact that the food is capable of being eaten is a restaurant’s main selling point.

Anyway, dinner was really good. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 86

A/n: The beginning of pt 2

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Chapter 86:  No Sir, Our Warranty Doesn’t Cover Nuclear Bombardment from Space, Which Appears to be a Valid Reason for Why Your Pile of Bits and Pieces has Stopped Working.

On the well-traveled road through the mountains, a lone Dark Wolf corpse lay in the middle of the mountainous path next to a large covered wagon, and a small cart.

It’s a scene where a monster attacked some travelers and the escorts put it down.

A crime scene, with a dead body lying in the middle of the road.

Un… what should we do about this?

“A Dark Wolf won’t sell well in the mountains. The nearest village worth selling it at is still over 2 weeks away. Even with a magic bag, the meat and organs will all go bad.”

Saying so, Orvowel rubbed his moustache.

That’s not a problem if you have Inventory, but …

I’m not a tanner nor a leatherworker or furworker, and we have more prepared meat than needed for the journey tucked away in my Inventory, so un, the wolf isn’t need.

“Then I guess we let nature take its course. But, it’s not a good idea to leave it, right? Since monsters and wild animals will be drawn to it.”

I said to Orvowel, wiping the blade of my nodachi clean of blood and gristle.

“In times like this, you do … this!” (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 85

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Chapter 85: Goodbyes are only the Beginning of the Next Adventure

“Jun. I know nothing about smithing, other world or no, but I am more than well aware that you are ABNORMAL.”

How mean, and after I agreed to let you watch me forge, Seimei-san.

It’s been a full two days after the incident.

Seimei-san was kept busy, either in his house, Sir Knight Captain’s house, or the Guild so there wasn’t much for Ragnall and me to do.

At least at the Guild I could talk to other Adventurers and get advice on travelling to Ploids, but unfortunately we were mostly at Sir Knight Captain’s house.

Anyway, finally freed from bureaucratic stuff, Seimei-san plunged headlong into his ‘dream’.

With me as a guide, Seimei-san toured the city once more, this time keeping an eye out for properties he could buy to arrange for a laboratory.

Lor has been meticulously poring through the alchemy books he owned, drawing up charts and arranging for tools to be made.

He is surprisingly more enthusiastic than I thought he would be, to work under a Noble-sama.

Maa, he’s already suspected that Seimei-san is tied closely to me through our hometowns, and it seems like Lor’s interested in Seimei-san’s ideas as well. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 84

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Chapter 84: The Preparations Before a Journey should be Well-planned Out … So You Know at Least One Way Things WON’T Work Out.

I understand why Ragnall would be at Seimei-san’s house.

I mean, we, both he and I, are still on the job for another 4 days.

“I wonder why Lor is going there…”

Hibiki-chan tilted her head.

“Ragnall is the white-haired man from yesterday, isn’t he? Ah, but who is Lor?”

“A half elf who’s … kind of like a researcher? I’ve helped him out with some stuff here and there… although I apparently have no talent for any of it.”

The things Lor is into are things like Magic Theory, Medicines, and Languages.

They are things that are impossible for me to be useful in, and Lor discovered that the hard way.

“He’s a good guy who’s helped me out a lot.”

I tried to explain that Lor wasn’t much of a threat, but I don’t want to come out and say, “He’s not a threat.”

I mean, Hibiki-chan comes from a different situation than me, and she might have different ideas of what ‘being a threat’ is, so I should leave the judgment of how much she should trust him to the person herself.

The guards are back around Seimei-san’s house.

Or like, aren’t there more than usual? (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: As We Move from 1 Arc to Another, Please Forgive the Transition Pains

… Somehow, it was hard for me to wake up in the morning, and even when I woke up I was still tired.

?

Hm? I wonder if I’ve ever felt tired from lack of sleep ever since I came into this world.

Even though it was a regular occurrence in Japan.

But, you know, I really pushed myself last night, and whatever you’d call that situation with the Aether, resonating or something … un, it might not be such a weird thing.

And by the way, after Hibiki-chan had fallen asleep and before I fell asleep I did check my status… but there was nothing.

“Hahaha, see, it was all in my head.”

But somehow, the cold sweat wouldn’t stop, so I used Analyze(4) on myself.


NAME: Jun
TYPE: Human – Female – 202 Moons (conversion: 16 Years)

ANALYSIS: An A Rank blade Craftsman and a C Rank Adventurer of mysterious origins.

ATTEMPTING TITLE ANALYSIS
The Avatar of Light Magic

It was very, very hard to suppress the groan that threatened to leap from my throat.

AAAAH, where is the [NO TITLE SPECIFIED] that I had previously?!

This … wait.

I checked it with this world’s regular Analyze. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 82

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Chapter 82: Great Alibis are Meaningless if Your Conspirator is a Useless Liar

I really want to know more about Pelma-san and LeeAnne’s relationship, but unfortunately they left, along with Ragnall, really really quickly.

It would be weird for LeeAnne, the leader of the North Wind Troupe who specialized in organizing information from all Adventurers, to be missing for a long period of time.

More than weird, it would be suspicious.

And now we were talking about Asahina-san.

Or more specifically, Asahina-san’s transformation.

“It really isn’t an illusion. My hair really is this short now. Although it was a little longer than a bob in Japan, but it was definitely waist-length here … right?”

Asahina-san ran her hands through her shoulder-length hair.

It responded perfectly, glinting lightly in a natural, black sheen, and she said it felt like real hair and moved like real hair. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 81

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Chapter 81: Sometimes Your Most Powerful Allies can be the Most Unlikely People

In ArchLeg, Asahina-san was a high-ranking elven Assassin named Echo.

It’s a complete mismatch with her quiet personality.

I assumed she would be an archer or magic user at first.

I even thought, ‘Hm, Midori-chan and Asahina-san will have overlapping characters,’ but apparently that isn’t going to be the case.

By the way, it’s the critical/back-stab type Assassin class, not the stealth/sneak attack Assassin class.

“So when you first woke up, you were already fitted with a slave collar and those shackles…”

Seimei-san made a troubled look.

That is worrisome indeed. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 80

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Chapter 80: After Finishing a Big Project, the Answer to your Future Steps Should Always Be Ice Cream. But Don’t Actually Say That in your Presentation

While the elf girl, that is, Asahina-san, was taking a bath, Seimei-san and I were downstairs in the middle of a discussion.

We still don’t know everything about Asahina-san, where she was summoned, how she became a slave, etc, etc, but unfortunately, right now we don’t really have the opportunity to do anything about it.

See, there was this thing that was happening just a little while earlier where people were attacking the city…

Yeah, so Seimei-san and I are exchanging information.

Even though it was still my complete miss, I felt a little bit better that the device that made those fake spirit trees had been basically locked away in another dimension.

Although it might be bad form to think that way… un. I shouldn’t use this as an excuse for not being vigilant enough.

However!

I am upset that the Guild and Sir Ilyos apparently knew about those devices and never told anyone.

There might be no guarantee that I could have done anything about them, but there is also no guarantee that I couldn’t do anything about them.

Even if they were trying to keep things a secret for well-intentioned reasons, in the end I can only call their intentions short-sighted.

After discovering that the devices had been sealed by Dark Magic, Seimei-san quickly ran to try to unseal them and destroy them…

But before he could even get to a single one, they had activated. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 79

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Chapter 79: Even if they Lived on the Other Side of the Country, Meeting Someone Who Came from the Same Country in a Foreign Land Always Feels Like a Miracle

“I’ve sent away the guards at my house by guilt-tripping them into aiding Sir Ilyos. So is that the girl?”

Seimei-san came hurrying back down the mountain.

I had contacted both Masaki and Seimei-san in a group chat and told them that Ragnall and I were going to be at Seimei-san’s house, but instead we’re hidden in the shadows outside Lydia Nee-san’s – that is, the receptionist at the bathhouse – house.

I had told them that I needed help hiding a girl that “the enemy” was after, but other than that I hadn’t told them much about the situation.

Just that, “It’s kind of important, and definitely should be kept a secret.”

Masaki looks anxiously at me, but the communication crystal he’s been clutching has been glittering for a while, so the time we all have together is short. (more…)

Wfb: Chapter 77

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Chapter 77: Sewers are Gross

It seems like it will actually take some effort to remove the elf girl’s shackles, so I shear through her chains with a neutral magic material cutter, Sever.

It works well against rigid materials like metals, but not so well against materials like leather.

By the way, I did think about using Sever on the shackles, but first of all the fragments made from Sever usually separate a bit violently, and second, it seems the shackles are reinforced against being broken or cut.

If I spent some time I might be able to force them off, but time is what we don’t really have.

But at least her arms and legs aren’t entangled with the chains anymore. I can carry her piggy-back now instead of a princess carry.

Although I think she could have run on her own, the shackles are kind of heavy, and in the first place, it’s questionable whether she would be able to keep up with me and Ragnall. And, well, she’s not wearing shoes.

And we’re running along the sides of a sewer. (more…)