Volume 8 - CH 3.8

Part 8

「Ha?」

Rem tilted her head even more. Enough that her head had become completely horizontal.

Sasala hung her head down.

「I, I am sorry……As I thought, I really don’t look like it……I do understand, though.」

「No way!? Are you the Master Swordsman!?」

Being pressed by Rem so vigorously, Sasala looked like she would run away at any moment.

「Auu……I’m sorry that someone like me is the Master Swordsman!」

「……W, with all due respect, aren’t you not armed with a sword as well?」

「It was because I was making the soba.」

「……Really?」

「Y, yes. Since a Master Swordsman made it, it’s Master Swordsman soba……Just kidding……」

Sasala blushed and became teary eyed, then hung her head down. If it was embarrassing to the point of crying, then she just should not have said it.

Diablo was surprised.

Dwarves didn’t have long lives like the Elves, nor were they a race whose outward appearance was everlasting like the Grasswalkers. She was probably around seventeen just like how she looked.

Even if she dressed herself up a bit to look young, she wouldn’t give the impression of being an “old master”.

She wasn’t a man either.

Being a Magician, Diablo hadn’t met him within the game, but he had seen his graphic on the net.

He held a Japanese sword that had a crest of a crescent moon engraved on the pommel.

He should have been a man, a white haired elder, and a Human.

She was completely different.

──So I guess this means she is a different person from the Master Swordsman of the MMORPG Cross Reverie.

Only Shera was composed.

「Ku ku ku……A Demon King has awakened. The Races will surely be destroyed.」

「Hii!? Wh, what are you saying all of a sudden!?」

Rem followed up.

「……If we Adventurers lose to the Demon King, then the Races will be in big trouble, that is what he means.」

「The Demon King was revived?」

It seemed that Sasala didn’t know. So the information wasn’t circulated to her since she was living this deep in the mountains.

「It is the 《Demon King of Insanity Modinalaam》. Have you heard of them?」

「I haven’t.」

「It seems that guy is absorbing other Demon Kings one after another, and calls itself the Great Demon King.」

「The Great Demon King……is it?」

Her reaction was weak.

Sasala spoke sounding apologetic.

「I, haven’t seen a Demon King before so……I don’t really understand.」

「Master Swordsman, it would be best for you to teach me kenjutsu!」

「T, to be told that in such a high-handed manner, this is a first……desu.」

「Is it a problem in the way it was said!?」

「Uuu……That’s not it……If it isn’t a person that has learned the way of the sword for a certain length of time, it’s more like I can’t teach them, or rather, there would be no meaning if I did teach them……」

「How can you tell that I am less than that even though you haven’t even tested me!?」

It might be understood when someone becomes a Master Swordsman. In reality, Diablo was self-aware that his level was lacking.

However, there was the possibility that the Demon King army would invade any day now. He couldn’t withdraw so easily.

Sasala answered as if she lost the mental battle.

「Hawawa……I, I understand……Then, I will test you.」

「Yosh! It would seem my sincerity got through.」

Rem breathed a sigh.

「……It doesn’t look like anything but you making her listen to you by threatening her.」

No way.

Diablo looked at Sasala once more. She was now on the verge of tears.

Subtle feelings of guilt were……