Starting A New Life For The Discarded All-Rounder Volume 2 Chapter 6 Part1

Chapter 6 – Conclusion in the Forest

Deep inside Norfar valley, moonlight and tranquility reigned.

My body feels hot…

And yet, so cold.

The female cleric opened her eyes. A burning sensation filled her body. Deep inside it, however, she felt a terrible chill. She slowly opened her eyes fully, but her field of view was blurred, twisted.

She was some sort of wreckage in front of her and recalled what happened until then. Her party, Crack of Dawn, was rebelled against by the gryphon they used to tame and was forced to fight against a silver golem without proper preparation.

They were punched, kicked, almost killed by the golem. The gryphon abandoned them and flew off somewhere…

The wreckage before her was the content of their magic bag, spat out after the golem broke it. It was their important foodstuffs, magic potions, equipment reserves, stomped and crushed by the golem. She was lying next to it, like a corpse.

After remembering everything, her brain probably returned to functioning properly: the burning sensation turned into pain. Only then did she notice the wounds covering her body.

"He…gah!"

A jolt of pain struck deep into her throat. She tried casting recovery magic, but spat out a clot of blood and could not finish the incantation. Because of the failed chant the spell was not performed, but the magic power meant to be used for the spell poured into her body.

At the same time, she felt sick, as if her brain was being shaken, and she felt colder.

Magic stupor.

She understood instinctively.

She had fallen into a state of magic stupor. Her body reached the limit of the magic power it could accept.

Bonne continued using healing magic on her wounded body. In her state of confusion, she used abbreviated chanting, so there was barely any effect, doing nothing to even alleviate the pain, but even so she continued casting it.

Because of this, despite the lack of discernible effects, the vicious cycle of acc.u.mulating magic power continued.

It hurts….stop….

"He….he…l…"

She tried chanting with all her might, but her voice wouldn't come out. She couldn't spell full words…

I should have learned to cast spells without chanting…

Meaningless regrets welled up inside Bonne. 

Casting magic using long incantations was the simplest way. The next method was to use abbreviated chanting, spelling only the keywords required for the spell. Finally, the most difficult method was to cast spells without chanting the incantation.

Bonne had studied abbreviated chanting, but she couldn't cast spells without chanting. She had the resources to learn, but disliked the effort needed to do so.

Her role was recovery and long-range offense, not to put herself in danger. Because of this, she couldn't imagine a situation where not even abbreviated chanting was possible and considered it useless to practice further.

It hurts…

Thinking that if she could at least get rid of whatever was clogging her throat she could chant, Bonne tried raising her body to go look for water.

A sharp pain jolted through her, from her legs to her back. She couldn't scream. All she could do was clench her teeth and bear.

Bonne opened her tear-filled eyes again and the view became clear: the tears probably washed away the dirt covering her eyes. She could see many corpses of silver-colored golems around her. They reflected the moonlight, giving a dull glow.

Is there anyone that I can use…?

She looked around, bearing through the pain. The golems were not moving, but nothing else moved either.

What happened to Crack of Dawn's members…?

She finally spotted two of them. The first was Olun, the tank. His large armor and body stood out. He was beaten and battered, collapsed on the ground, but his hands moved slightly when Bonne noticed him, so he should still be alive.

He didn't look like he would be of much help to Bonne in the current situation, however. He looked just like a corpse.

The second figure she spotted was the leader, Stefan. His arms and legs were twisted, partly severed. It surely did not look like there was any chance he was alive…

And I'm here, injured, in so much pain…you're all useless!!

She looked down at those two "things". They might be called Hero Party, but in the end they were just a bunch of low-born humans. If they weren't any use to her, there was no point in their existence.

Bonne quickly discarded any thoughts about them and looked around again. She could clearly see some wreckage and water-like liquid pooling under it.

Magic potions…

Bonne realized what the pooling liquid actually was: the magic potions stored in the magic bag. They had flown out their shattered gla.s.s containers.

If only I could drink that…

She tried raising her body again. Despite the severe pain, she managed to move her upper body, but her legs wouldn't budge. She started crawling on her arms. She could advance just a little, but it felt like an immeasurable distance.

She managed to reach the pool, somehow, and put her lips to the muddy remains of the recovery potions. If she possessed correct knowledge about magic potions, she would have known that what she was doing was extremely dangerous.

Her brain shook. She felt strong nausea coming up. All the symptoms of Magic Stupor struck.

She bore through them and continued sipping the muddy water. Then Bonne, overtaken by a Magic Stupor so strong that she felt like she was going crazy, lost consciousness again.

In the Aldon forest, Dietrich came to and found very unique scenery before his eyes. Cornelia, in light gear after removing her armor, was hugging Bernhart from behind, for whatever reason. There was no intimate atmosphere at all, however: both of them were staring at the ground before them, with very grave expressions on their faces.

Kristoff was sitting on the ground, with his eyes closed and legs crossed. He had a block of mithril on his lap, and his hands were over it, as if they were looking for something. The block of mithril probably came from the golem, but it was not glowing anymore.

"…what's going on?"

"Oh, you're awake."

The voice came from the side. Dietrich turned and saw Roa sitting next to a small folding table, using pots, mortars and gla.s.s containers to concoct magic potions. It was a pretty strange sight, considering they were in a magic beast forest. The twin wolves were at Roa's sides, watching him work.

I remember I prostrated, and…what happened next?

Dietrich looked through his memories, but they were cut off halfway. He recalled that right before losing consciousness he felt a sharp pain, then it felt like he was doused in chilling water and a mult.i.tude of worms crawled all over his body; he realized that was the reason why he lost consciousness.

Did the gryphon do something to me?

Scratching his bedhead, Dietrich instinctively found the right answer. He had suffered through all sorts of unpleasant and painful sensations, but now he felt completely recovered. His body brimmed with strength.

"Would you like some water?"

"…yeah, sorry for the trouble."

Dietrich drank the water Roa gave him, then looked around again.

He saw Grandpa Gry, on top of the remains of the mithril golem. It looked extremely proud, just like a king on a throne. When their eyes met, the gryphon deftly twisted its beak into a grin.

"….."

I was a "crybaby" and now I'm a "sleepyhead"…

Dietrich wanted to protest that they were both humiliating names, but he swallowed his words. If he said anything thoughtless they might end up arguing again.

"Grandpa Gry, he needs to eat first."

Grandpa Gry wanted to start the training immediately, but Roa interrupted. Dietrich recalled that they had continued fighting without eating anything for dinner and felt that his hunger was reaching its limits.

"You said that something like that was possible if you became a great wizard or a sage, right? And you also said that if they go without meals for too long, magic users can become Liches, right?"

Grandpa Gry replied, but avoided Roa's eyes.

"It's not, that's why you explained it like that to the other three…Grandpa Gry, why are you especially strict to Dietrich?"

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"You're saying that again? Sheesh…and it's disrespectful to talk from a high place like that, come down."

Grandpa Gry obeyed and begrudgingly descended from its mithril throne. Roa didn't think Grandpa Gry really hated Dietrich: he knew it was just acting difficult. If it really hated him, it would do much worse.

Grandpa Gry acted like that because it saw Dietrich as a rival. On the other hand, for some reason the twin magic wolves seemed to have taken a liking to Dietrich. They were currently kicking his legs around, inviting him to play now that he was awake. He didn't know what they meant and thought they didn't like him either, though.

"Here, please eat this."

"Oh, thanks."

Dietrich took the bowl he was suddenly given. Steaming soup filled it.

"…is it safe to eat?"

The soup was filled with lots of meat and colorful vegetables.

"Grandpa Gry says it is. I made the soup with Wild Boar meat and Whiteroot herbs."

"I see…"

Dietrich wasn't worried about the flavor of the soup, but if it was safe to make soup in the middle of a magic beast forest. In magic beast forests or their surroundings, the smell of food would attract the magic beasts, so it was common sense for adventurers not to cook meat or make soup.

Roa understood the meaning of the question and answered that it was all right.

"…."

Dietrich glanced at Grandpa Gry, who joined in the conversation, then drank the soup, which filled warmly his empty stomach.

Grandpa Gry shouted in protest, but Dietrich ignored it too and continued drinking.

"Delicious…by the way, I forgot to ask since so many things happened, but what happened to Crack of Dawn?"

Dietrich suddenly asked a question to Grandpa Gry.

Surprises, new fears, shouting, so many things happened that he couldn't ask before, but the question never left his mind. If the gryphon was here, something must have happened to Crack of Dawn, the party it used to belong to. Something surely not pleasant.

The ma.s.s creation of golems that almost caused Nostalgia's death was surely tied to Crack of Dawn. Dietrich was naturally concerned about it.

<……..>

Grandpa Gry did not reply. It did not change its expression and looked straight at Dietrich, heavy pressure in its eyes.

"….he won't tell us. Something like, if we learn something we aren't supposed to know, we will seem suspicious when they interrogate us about what happened."

Aah, they've been annihilated then…

Dietrich reached a conclusion. He had half predicted it, since Crack of Dawn's servant beasts appeared without their subjugation collars. They were likely killed by the silver golem horde. With a word like "interrogation" being mentioned, something as grave as that surely happened.

And the gryphon was hiding something. Dietrich didn't want to think that it led the annihilation of the party itself, but at the very least it abandoned them to their deaths.

Roa probably realized such a possibility existed, but he did not seem worried about Crack of Dawn, nor happy about their demise. He too was probably hiding a complicated state of mind…

"…I see, yeah I get it. It's true that it might be better for us not to know right now."

"Anyway, what are you doing there?"

Dietrich felt he was going to think of something he didn't want to, so he changed the topic. With "there", he meant Cornelia hugging Bernhart and Kristoff holding his hands over the block of mithril.

"Cornelia and Bernhart are practicing to share magic power and cast spells together. They will use their combined magic power to use Cornelia's earth magic and stop the golem from moving. Kristoff is training to inspect the contents of mithril, a modified version of his sonar magic. He will be able to detect where the golem's core is."

Grandpa Gry nimbly used its front paws to hand a thin stick to Dietrich. It was as long as a broadsword, but very thin, thinner than even a finger, more resembling a needle than a stick.

Dietrich noticed it glowed in a familiar light and his brow furrowed.

"A mithril stick?"

What am I supposed to do with this?

Dietrich glared at the cackling Grandpa Gry.

"Are you making fun of me?"

A needle that not even children play-fighting would use? Everyone would think so, especially a swordsman like Dietrich.

"Well, you see."

Roa interrupted.

"It's the base used to infuse magic power in and create a sword."

Grandpa Gry boasted, again.