Mayoi Black Summoner: Volume 2

1. Auflage 2020
ISBN: 978-1-7183-7550-5
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 254 Seiten

Reihe: Black Summoner

Following his transmigration, during which he bartered away his memories in exchange for rare and powerful skills, Kelvin is fully enjoying his new life as an adventurer. After making a name for himself in Parth, becoming the city's most famous and respected adventurer along with his close-knit motley crew, he next sets his sights on Toraj, the Country of Water. But what should have been a peaceful visit to satiate his heartfelt cry of 'I haven't had a grain of rice since arriving in this world - I want some rice!!' was, of course, never fated to go smoothly. The unfortunate (or fortunate?) souls who just happened to catch the attention of this sarcastic, adventurous battle junkie are...none other than the Heroes of Deramis?! Join this black-clad warrior and his allies as they continue to make a name for themselves in the second volume of this epic journey!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Mayoi, Doufu

Weitere Mitwirkende

Taishi,

Leseproben

Chapter 1: Black Wind

The feast at the Fairy’s Song had thankfully gone largely without mishap, lasting until well into the night, with me waking up the next morning with a terrible hangover. Adventurers, both those who had been in the industry longer than me and those who had joined only recently, had approached me one after another to pour drinks of celebration. As the star of the feast, I couldn’t refuse any of them, and it became an endless loop of me draining my cup only to have it refilled soon afterwards.

As for how my merry band of comrades had fared...

In Efil’s case, although she was sixteen years old and thus legally of age to drink, she was quite weak to alcohol. From start to finish, she drank only juice, all while tending to me throughout the feast. The next morning, it was her devoted nursing that enabled me to make a speedy recovery.

Gerard, in contrast, had thrown back mugs and mugs of alcohol without a care in the world. He must have had a lot more than me, but apparently, he wasn’t capable of getting drunk. When I went down to the tavern the next morning, I found him drinking again. Life truly was unfair.

Having struck up a friendship with Uld-san, Gerard had a blast trading stories of heroism and other interesting episodes from their pasts. Considering the pair featured one of Parth’s strongest adventurers and a member of the party that had subjugated a demon the other day, all the young adventurers had flocked over to listen in, enraptured.

The biggest surprise had been Sera. She became extremely clingy when drunk, and was the kind of drinker who couldn’t stop despite having almost no tolerance at all. At the start of the feast, she had rushed to my side, loudly declaring, “I’ll pour for you!” Then she’d awkwardly and carefully poured me a cup. That was fine. However, having had almost no experience with alcohol, she grew curious about it after seeing me down it with such gusto. So I asked her, “Want to try some?” and poured her a bit. One sip and her face promptly turned red, her slanted ruby-red eyes glazed over, and...well, the rest is easily imagined.

To my surprise, Melfina turned out to be the most troublesome member of the party. Due to not having been able to join the feast, she turned a bit sulky.

::I am not sulking. I’ve been silent only because I’ve been wondering when it is that you’ll finally be able to Summon me.::

::Oh, oops...::

::Em...I’d actually forgotten about this, but the MP needed to Summon those with a class related to the gods is several dozen times more expensive than Summoning anything else.::

::Honestly, I’m not entirely against the idea, but...hm, guess I don’t really have a choice.::

::Oh, no, I’m going to use an artificial body.::

::It’s actually not that rare for gods and goddesses to descend to the mortal world for a bit of a breather. And when we do, we make an artificial body based on ourselves. Possessing that body allows us to go out and about while hiding who we really are. Naturally, our abilities are severely limited while in this state...but the appearance will be exactly the same, so you can feel free to fall in love with me at first sight once again.::

::I can’t say for certain. There is no precedent for something like this. No one with the Summoning skill has tried to call down a deity before. Naturally, I’ll need to make adjustments with that in mind...and then the skills...::

::Honey, I’m taking some time off.::

::I need to make some adjustments to the body that I’ll be using. If all goes well, you will soon be able to Summon me without a problem. There’s no time like the present! Ciao!::

And with that, Melfina once again left the Network. There was nothing I could do but pray for all those “adjustments” — whatever they were — to be done soon.

Melfina’s plans aside, a total of three days had passed since the feast, and the rest of us were currently gathered in my dedicated workshop within the guild. The agenda for the day’s assembly was of paramount importance. Indeed, it was none other than —

“How about we get this new equipment unveiling party underway?”

“I did my best with the sewing.”

— the unveiling and handing out of various pieces of equipment for our party members. Thanks to the levels that Efil and I had gained from the battle with Viktor, both of us had finally attained Rank S in our skills of Sewing and Smithing, respectively. Until then, no matter how hard we tried, we’d only been able to make items up to Rank A. Now, however, we finally had the ability to create the highest ranking equipment in this world.

“My king, I am beside myself with impatience!”

“So my battle gear is finished too?!”

Thanks to my skill increasing to Rank S, the amount of time required to make each and every piece of equipment had decreased dramatically, and within only three days, I had managed to make everything that each member of my party needed. In fact, I was now feeling like I could make absolutely anything I wanted to, as long as I had the necessary materials.

“Let’s start with our newest member, Sera, who’s experiencing one of our unveiling parties for the first time today. I was in charge of your weapons, while Efil handled the protective gear. Just as requested, I used Viktor’s carapace to make you a pair of gauntlets. Um, it might be a bit late to ask, but...you sure about this?”

“One hundred percent.”

It was my first time making equipment for Sera, so I had asked her if she had anything particular in mind. Honoring her request, I then used the piece of Viktor’s carapace that we had brought back as proof of subjugation to make “something that a pugilist would use.” But now that the time had come to actually hand it to her, I found myself hesitating slightly.

Sera repeated herself, elaborating slightly in a firm tone. “It will feel like Viktor is lending me his strength whenever I use it.”

“All right then. The pair together is named Arondight. Try them out and let me know how they feel.”

As soon as I handed them to her, Sera looked entirely infatuated with the black coloring and gold trim that spanned from fist to elbow. This was a Rank S item that, thanks to the special properties of Viktor’s carapace, boasted incredible toughness paired with such high flexibility that it wouldn’t interfere at all with even the most detailed of finger movements.

“And this is from me. I hope that the design is to your liking.”

I had also asked Sera for her input regarding her outfit, but I ran into an unexpected wall there. It seemed Sera herself did not know what she liked. Having been locked up in a castle for her entire life, everything had been prepared for her — including her clothing — so she had never had to choose for herself. To help her out, I had uploaded the designs for every type of clothing I knew of to the Follower Network, and had her pick out one from among them.

“Hmm...”

That said, the quantity of clothing designs that I’d seen while living in Japan for twenty-three years was rather staggering. Sera going through all the options ended up taking more time than it took Efil to actually make it. It was only two days later that Sera had finally exclaimed, “This one! I like this one!”

“Oh, you’ve made your choice? Which one is it...oh, military, huh.”

“Make it black, please! I want to match with everyone!”

In the end, Sera had settled on a military uniform. There was no outfit more suitable to do battle in, and with Sera’s beauty and perfect curves, it was a choice that would suit her very well.

My exchange with her was conveyed to Efil, who then came up with the outfit she was now handing to Sera.

“This outfit’s name is Queen’s Terror. Umm, I’m terribly sorry, but I’m unable to change the name...”