Iâm Golan. An ordinary Ogre you might see anywhere.\n
Ah, thatâs not right. Not anymore. I recently evolved.
After I evolved, the name Susanoo-no-Mikoto appeared in my head.
As I was an Origin, I was all alone.
But if I had descendants and we grew in number, then we would be established as our own race in the Demon World.
Well, that wouldnât happen for a very long time. So, why was I introducing myselfâŚ
âSir Golan, are you talking to yourself? Or do you need my help?â
âNoâŚuh, you know. UmâŚâ
I was just escaping reality.
âWhat is it, Sir Golan?â (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});
Stomelâs eyes turned to me.
As Stomel looked like a giant bee, his expressions werenât always easy to read.
Was he angry? Yes, he was angry.
âIf you donât need me, I will go to the guard house.â
He didnât sound angry. So maybe he wasnât.
âAhâŚyes. Thank you.â
âGood. I will be on my way.â
Stomel said as he left the room.\n
He really was a capable Adjutant. Or was it just that I was useless?
âStillâŚit was beyond my control.â
The weapon in my right hand and the great shield in my left.
I was covered in armor and had a sword strapped to my back. We had been stopped at the gate when I tried to go through like this.
They said it was because I was an outsider who was fully armed.
Clearly that wasnât right? You shouldnât judge someone by their appearance.
And so Stomel frantically explained the situation to them.
In the mean time, I stood there dumbly.
Surely it was the best way to look harmless. I would have looked like some kind of wooden doll you would buy as a souvenir.
And thatâs when one of the gatekeepers noticed the shield I was carrying.
âHey, isnât that Sir Dobroyâs shield?â he said.
And then another joined, âAnd that Dragon armor. Isnât it the treasure of that Dragon clan that General Krunya said was too much trouble, and refused to let them join the army?â
The gatekeepers traded looks. The atmosphere suddenly became, âUh, shouldnât we look into this?â
Stomel made a desperate attempt to persuade them that this weapon and armor were gifts, part of building a friendly relationship. Unfortunately, both the shield and armor were not exactly clean.
About one third of the shield was caked in dried blood.
âAye, this is Dobroyâs blood.â
I said, ever the honest man. And that caused a stir among the gatekeepers.
By then, guards had gathered from all over the town, and we were surrounded. \nâH-how did you acquire that armor? Itâs the treasure of the Delphynes!â
âThey gave it to me.â
âLiar! As if the savage Delphynes would give you their prized possession! Did you attack their settlement and take it from them?â
What a rude accusation to make. I was overcome with anger for a brief instant but decided to be mature about it, and say, âThey really did give it to me. Look. This one is Garzelâs scale.â
âGarzel!? The Garzel who recently became their chief, causing the tribe to become even more vicious than ever?â
âI see. I knew he was delusional, and that explains it. Well, he tried to eat me, so I just shattered his jaw and fangs.â
Though, when it came to being âeatenâ by dragons, it was not literal.
It just meant they would bite into you with their fangs until you died.
âHe-he defeated the current chief and used his scales for the armor!â
âWhat villainy!!â
It was no use, they had all drawn their swords now.
And I always accepted a challenge.
After that, we safely made it into the town.
However, I felt as if Stomelâs trust in me had dropped considerably.
And now, Stomel had gone off to the guard house in order to explain the situation to them for me.
He needed to tell them about my new equipment.
ââŚI hope heâll be back soon.â
\nHow could he not tell that I was joking?
âIt canât be helped. And since I have spare time, maybe Iâll do some maintenance.â
There was blood on the shield, so I should wash it off. And there just happened to be a well in the back of the building.
âPerhaps Iâll do something for the two baggage carriers along the way.â
The shoulder bags they used to carry food were lying in a corner of the room.
The whole time we had traveled, they were carrying food that I would be eating.
And so it was filled with crumbs and dirt.
âItâs more of a rucksack than a bag. The kinds mountain climbers use.â
It was made of animal hide and was durable, yet heavy.
And it could also carry a lot of food, which made it very useful to us. But it was dirtier than I expected.
And so I took them along with my equipment and washed them at the well outside.
âThen I just need to hang them up in frontâŚâ
We were on the second floor, so I didnât have to worry about them being stolen.
Who would steal an old rucksack, anyway?
I hung them upside down so that they would dry well.
âBut like this, they will draw attention. Well, it should be fine. Now, to go and do something about this hunger.â
And so I went back down to the first floor in order to get a bite to eat.