The first day of living in the cave passed without anything significant happening. The second day was the same, and probably the morning of the third day as wellā¦
Getting up groggily and rubbing her sleepy eyes as she greeted me, I responded casually to Rouge. By the way, Iām not sure if itās actually morning. Iād probably know if I had a clock, but those were relatively expensive and prone to breaking, so they were not something someone with a lot of baggage like me would carry around.
āAlright. Here you go.ā
What I handed over was hard-baked black bread, dried meat so salty itās hard to eat as it is, and a metal cup filled with water. Rouge took them and tore the dried meat into small pieces, put it in the cup, and warmed the cup directly with her own fire magic. When the simple soup was nice and flavorful from the dried meat, she dipped the black bread in it and munched away.
āSigh, Iām getting tired of this too.ā
āHaha, canāt be helped. You can eat something tasty when we get out.ā
Rougeās behavior lacked vigor, but thatās just because sheās just woken up. The fact that she can say sheās ātiredā of the food means she still had some vigor left.
In fact, our life here was more bearable than expected. The lantern could be used indefinitely as long as Rouge replenished its magic, and although we were scrimping, we had the bare minimum of water and food, and even a little to spare.
But the most impactful thing wasā¦
āSo? What kind of story are you going to tell me today?ā
Finally opening her eyes wide, Rouge peered at my face and asked. Yes, Rouge was quite taken with my rambling, fanciful tales, and for the past three days, weāve just been continuing such conversations.
For me, the one doing the talking, it used up more energy the more I talked, and above all, my throat gets dry and the consumption of water increases. If I were to prioritize survival, I should not engage in such idle chatter.
But if we spend our time in this confined space in silence, brooding, even if we can conserve physical strength, our spirits would be worn down. Thatās why I continued to tell stories, knowing it drained me, and Rouge also listened to them to maintain her mental stability. So, this was a necessary cost, and I didnāt begrudge telling a story this time as well⦠Hmmm.
āWhat? Are you going to tell me you have no stories to tell me?ā
āNot quite like that⦠but youāre not far off.ā
āWhat!? Wait a minute, what do you mean by that now!?ā
āNo, not ānowā, but after all this talking, Iām starting to run out of stories.ā
Rouge and I took turns sleeping, but no matter how you sliced it, for one third of the day, both of us were awake⦠which means Iāve been talking the whole time. At first, I felt like stories would keep coming to me endlessly, but by the third day, new ideas were drying up.
āBesides, itās not just me. Let me hear a story from you sometimes, Rouge-sama.ā
āMy story? I donāt have any interesting stories.ā
āYou donāt have to have interesting ones. Just tell me where you were born, or why you joined the Heroās Party, that kind of stuff.ā
āWell, when you put it that wayā¦ā
While considering my proposal, Rouge munched on her black bread and slowly opened her mouth.,
āI was born in a town called Yukuta in the Kingdom of Linen. My parents were slightly wealthy merchants, they had a shop in the town. Since I had an aptitude for magic, I joined the Magic Academy of Wizdas when I was about 12, and after graduation, I was working there as a research staff when Alexis recruited me⦠thatās about it.ā
āOh, thatās quite brief. You can take your time and talk more, you know?ā
āNo thanks, itās a bother. Besides, I have nothing else to say.ā
āReally? If youāre a genius, donāt you have any āgeniusā stories? Like, you defeated a dragon when you were a kid, or you repelled a villain who attacked the academy.ā
āAre you stupid? If a dragon comes close enough for a child to come across it, the whole country would be in an uproar, and if the academy is attacked, the resident security guards will normally handle it. Why would I, a student or staff, have to do anything?ā
āWell, if you put it that way⦠but youāve lived for 18 years, there must be something, right? An interesting failure story or something.ā
āThereās nothing. What you call an āinteresting failureā is probably something like getting kicked by a horse after drunkenly kissing its butt, right?ā
āHuh, thatās interesting. Did you really do that?ā
Impressed by this unexpected side of her, I, however, watched as Rougeās face turned beet red as she immediately denied it.
āI didnāt do it! And it wasnāt my story! Haa⦠anyway, geniuses donāt fail⦠I wouldnāt say that, but they analyze why they failed and link it to success. So, they only make meaningful mistakes, not simple stupid ones⦠ah.ā
At that point, something seemed to come to Rougeās mind, and she choked on her words. Her wide-open eyes were larger than usual, but her face quickly turned away⦠I didnāt miss her reaction.
āOh? It seems like thereās an amusing failure story for Rouge-sama, isnāt there?ā
āNo, thereās nothing! Thereās nothing if I say thereās nothing!ā
āEh? But your reaction just now seemed like there was something. Iāve been telling stories for a while now, so Iād like to hear it.ā
āShut up! If you donāt stop, I willā¦!?ā
At that moment, we unexpectedly heard a small sound made by someone, or something, other than us. Instantly tensing up, I started scanning the surroundings with a serious expression.
āThere was a sound just now, right? Is it the rescue team?ā
āNo, itās not. If it was, they would have loudly announced that they were here to help.ā
We may be trapped, but weāre not held captive. So the rescuers have no need to hide their presence, and thereās no reason for them not to make a noise.
āWhat should we do? Should we try to make a noise too?ā
I silently considered Rougeās suggestion. Unlike the rescuers, there were other beings we didnāt want to find us. Namely, if there were still monsters like Rockworms around. So until weāre certain that the other party is a rescuer, we want to stay hidden as much as possible.
āWait. Can you still hear the noiseā¦?ā
To Rougeās urging, I told her to be quiet by putting my index finger in front of my mouth. When I quietly strained my ears, I could tell that there was a slight noise mixed in with what I thought was ambient soundā¦
I turned my face not toward the collapsed and blocked passage, but towards the hole that the Rockworm seemed to have dug infinitely. The sound was coming from the other side of that darkness.
āOi, Oi, Oi, give me a break⦠Rouge, behind me.ā
I got up and drew my sword. Fortunately, the diameter of the hole was about two meters, so I could swing my sword and fight adequately. The blade was slightly chipped from trying to cut the Rockwormās tough skin, but itās still a thousand times better than being barehanded.
And from behind me, I could hear Rougeās voice, who was presumably also getting ready for battle.
āHaa. Iām uneasy about leaving the vanguard to a mediocre guy like you.ā
āHaha, sorry, bear with it. Iāll show you at least the pride of a packhorse.ā
Perhaps because of the pathetic figure I showed before, Rougeās affection for me seems to have increased, but her trust in me remains the same or even decreased. Itās entirely self-inflicted, so all I can do is respond with a bitter smile.
Yes, all I can do is try. It would be a funny story if the rescue team had come in from a different route into the Rockwormās holeā¦
āHere it comes⦠huh, whoa!?ā
Emerging from the darkness was a horde of Rockworm larvae crawling on the ground.