Chapter 426: Tracking down Monsters

Chapter 426: Tracking down Monsters

Is it true that youre a hunter? a boy dared to ask.

Since Dallion had started walking about, a group composed of all the village children had been following his every move. While he could appreciate their curiosityhe too had lived in a small, insignificant villageDallion was starting to miss the calm of walking through the wilderness.

No, Dallion corrected as he finished stocking up his backpack. Just an apprentice, hopefully.

Why arent you a hunter? another child asked. Dad said you killed a hundred cracklings with one strike.

That made Dallion chuckle. Technically, he could have killed as many had they been there. In reality, though, he didnt look forward to using line attacks in the real world anytime soon. Unfortunately, it was probably that he might have to.

Thats because hunters must kill at least a hundred and one, he joked as he lifted the backpack.

Wow. Hunters must be really strong.

They are. They are very strong. Also, they would have been here if theyd known that the avian was a dragons shadow. If Eury had agreed to having an echo of Dallions, he would have been able to tell her exactly what was going on. Alas, the gorgon had adamantly refused any suggestion that he leave an echo behind, be it in an item.

Adjusting the backpack, Dallion did a quick check of his gear. Everything was there and in perfect condition. There were a lot of additional things he had been offered, far more than he needed or could possibly carry. Given that he had saved the village from significant damage, it was normal they should be thankful, though even Dallion didnt expect it to be to such a degree.

Dont you kids have anything to do? Banra walked over. Give the man some space.

Sounds of dissatisfaction filled the air. No child wanted to go, but at the same time, they knew better than to annoy the woman. She was going to remain in the village long after Dallion had left, and as strong as he was, he was just passing by.

Youll get a chance to talk to him once hes caught the creature, she addeda clear lie that sounded plausible enough to get the children to comply. Got everything you need? she asked, once the crowd had cleared.

I got plenty. Dallion tapped the side of the backpack. I dont have space for more, if thats what youre asking.

Youre funny, the woman said. Im just here to tell you to be careful. Youve strong, Ive seen that much, but so is the crackling. And I dont think its the only problem.

Why do you say that?

Half a year ago, the whole area was the most boring place in the county. Wed cut lumber, then sell it to one of the merchants, whod then take it to the nearby towns, maybe even Nerosal itself. Then, suddenly, there was a sighting. Thats not too odd. Were close to the middle of nowhere, so we get the occasional creature to appear, though nothing like this. Until yesterday wed get five or six avians at most. They were still bloody difficult to deal with. The village had to spend quite a lot to buy sea iron arrowheads. Yesterday, though'' She looked at the belltower. If you werent here, half the village would be gone.

Shifting from six to three dozen in just one wave was quite the jump. Without a doubt something had happened to create this change.

Maybe its because of me, Dallion suggested.

Dear boy, there are decades of things I havent told you. Just as there are things in your past you havent shared with anyone. We met in Nerosal. That should be enough.

The hint was clear.

Dallion glanced at the map again, then folded it away. According to what he had learned, the avian had been first seen somewhere in the forest that started a few dozen miles away. The explanation was annoyingly vague, most likely by design. Given the technological limitations of the world, finding a monster in the forest, even with his skills, was going to take a while. Well, normally it would. Dallion had a few things up his sleeve to remedy that.

For over an hour, he spent following the rough trail that passed for a road connecting villages. To his surprise, Gleam seemed quite enchanted by the experience. The shardfly hadnt seen a true forest such as this ever since she was born and would use the whip blade to float about in amazement. Given the nature of the forest, Dallion couldnt blame her. The trees were unlike anything back on earththey were multiple times larger, almost to the point of a rainforest giant. At the same time, they didnt tend to obscure each other. It was almost as if they had reached an agreement to keep their roots and branches to themselves and shoot straight up.

No wonder people come here for lumber, Dallion thought.

One of the bigger trees was enough to rebuild every structure in Dherma twice over. Even the smaller easier to chop trees were a good haul.

Know anything about nature as well, Nil? Dallion asked. I dont see any stumps.

People dont usually chop down trees in the middle of the forest. Well, not unless they want to make a path. Your suspicions are right, though. This particular species does tend to grow rather fast. It was long speculated that they were remnants of dryad groves, until a dryad guardian dismissed the notion in a conversation with a leading philosopher four centuries ago. As it turns out, they are just trees that grow fast.

Trees that grow fast. That didnt sound too scientific. Either way, they were going to help Dallion find the traces of the cracklings. Reaching the fork in the forest mentioned by the village chief, Dallion stopped. It was time to use his athletic skills again.

Climbing wasnt a skill he had relied on too much. Back in Nerosal, most of the buildings had been low enough for him to jump to the roof. With trees going up for several hundred feet, that wasnt an option.

Lux, Dallion said as he took out the caleidervisto. Gleam, time for some fun. I want you to get up there and tell me if theres any part of the forest thats not right.

Without any further invitation, the whip blade darted up like a sea serpent through water. On his part, Lux merely flashed, arriving at his destination in a single moment.

No one likes a show off, Gleam said within Dallions domain, causing the firebird to offer an apologetic chirp.

Amused, Dallion went to the trunk of the largest tree in the vicinity and started climbing.

You are aware that cracklings dont affect the living, Nil said.

I know, Dallion replied. Thats why I wont be looking for rotting trees, but patches without trees whatsoever.

Oh?

Cracklings cant feed on what they cant decay. Also, I doubt a dragon could hide in this thicket. Itll need an open place to make its lair or living ground. If the merchant who spotted it had anything to do with its transformation, he most likely lied about where he saw it. However, theres a good chance he mentioned the closest landmark he could think of. So, its pretty much a matter of combining the two.