Chapter 89: The Moving Island of the Celestial Turtle

It happened just now.

I drew the Lightbane.

It started evolving on its own.

I swung the sword as a test.

Result: The Great Wyrm was split in half.

‘Why...?’

Ascal stared down at the Lightbane in silence.

It was no longer a sword—it was more like a flickering mass of light.

Cold sweat ran down Ascal’s back.

It felt as though he was holding the switch to a nuclear bomb in his hand.

“Mazar-nim! Just what are you?”

“Praise be, our light, our guide, our god! From now on, we are one with Mazar-nim!”

“My sword... my champion.”

The lion tribe warriors, who had missed their chance to act, blew their horns with their surplus strength.

Bwooooo――

Bwooooo――――――

Everyone was in a festive mood.

But Ascal was still fixated on the Lightbane.

‘How do I turn this thing off?’

Lightbane was still emitting its radiant glow. At this rate, he couldn’t even sheathe it. In fact, the light had grown even stronger, possibly because his feat of defeating the Great Wyrm had been added to his achievements.

He came up with an idea.

Ascal decided to plant Lightbane into the ground.

The sword slid in as easily as slicing through tofu.

Because of its length, it took quite a while to embed it fully.

‘What if I end up stabbing the giant turtle?’

Just as that thought crossed his mind...

His bone necklace began to vibrate.

「Ooh... yes... so refreshing... it was so itchy... just a little... to the right... more...」

The voice of the Celestial Turtle echoed in Ascal’s head.

Ascal pulled out the Lightbane.

Then, following the turtle’s instructions, he drove the Lightbane deeper into the ground, a little to the right.

「Good... just a bit more... Ahh...」

The Celestial Turtle sounded pleased.

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Ascal recalled the time he received a massage from the Cat tribe.

He began to move the hilt of Lightbane around, adjusting it for more stimulation.

The response was immediate.

「Ugh... Ahh... right there... yes... paradise... absolute bliss... I'm so glad to be alive...」

Ascal felt a sense of satisfaction.

“If the customer is satisfied, then I’m happy as well.”

He continued to shift the Lightbane around.

Ssssk―― Sssk――

Was this what Laika felt when she gave me a massage?

‘I could consider a career in massage therapy after I retire.’

Rumble――

Just then, the island began to shake.

The giant turtle, having its itch relieved, was so satisfied that it began to express its joy.

The Earth Tribe members hugged each other, trembling. Their folded ears twitched.

The lion tribe warriors braced themselves.

“Another earthquake! Everyone, hold on!”

But this time, it was different.

Psshhh――

“Water?”

The shaking stopped.

Then, a massive stream of water shot up from the center of the island.

It was like a whale spouting water into the air.

“Ohhh, that's Celestial Water. The kind that only sprays when the Celestial Turtle is deeply pleased.”

“Captain, you’re alive?”

“Thankfully, I escaped before getting digested. Thought I was a goner.”

The captain of the Earth Tribe crawled out from the bisected Great Wyrm.

It seemed he had narrowly avoided the sword's blow. Lucky.

Wiping his dirty face with a dry hand, the Earth Tribe captain jumped up when he saw Ascal.

“Thank you. Not only for saving me, but for ridding us of that worm. We’re free now. You are a benefactor to our people.”

“With you, we will supply an endless amount of Yonmu Grass.”

“And one day, we’ll have that smoke contest again. It was quite something.”

The Earth Tribe members, who had been hopping with joy, began to circle Ascal, spinning around him in what could only be described as a dance of gratitude.

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“Of course,”

Ascal responded instinctively, but something felt odd.

Without Lightbane’s translation, he was now understanding the Earth Tribe’s language as if he were a native speaker.

Ascal let go of the hilt for a moment.

“Tubad naan gka.”

“...I’d rather you didn’t, Your Highness.”

But he understood her reasoning.



Yulia’s insides were burning with worry, even more so than Arthur’s, to the point where she took every joke seriously.

And for good reason.

“Is it true what you said? That you’re dating my son?” Arthur spoke quietly, only loud enough for Yulia to hear.

When Yulia first joined the squad, Arthur had tried to dissuade her. Pursuing targets was tedious, involving rough terrains and sometimes even camping out in the wild. It wasn’t something a princess should be doing.

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But Yulia had convinced Arthur with just one sentence.

"That man, he's my boyfriend. It’s still a secret."

Ever since she started dating Ascal, Yulia had been holding back her desire to proudly tell the world. She figured it would be more appropriate to reveal it after they defeated the Elder Dragon.

But if it was his father, wouldn’t that be okay?

“Yes...” Yulia’s ears turned slightly red.

“So, your boyfriend ditched you and disappeared with another woman?”

He explained the situation.

She needed someone to talk to, and Arthur was the perfect confidant.

“Yes... Eileen, the former head of Haven Traing Center, now called the Saintess. You must have heard of her.”

“Hm. I think I’ve seen her from a distance before.”

Arthur recalled Eileen. Back in the day, she frequently traveled for her duties as headmistress.

“Don’t worry too much. Compared to Eileen, the princess is much more beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Is that... really true?”

If someone else had said that, Yulia wouldn’t have thought much of it.

But coming from her boyfriend’s father?

It carried significant weight.

Yulia’s mood lightened, and her standing with her future father-in-law improved significantly.

‘At least Ascal doesn’t have a thing for plump women...’

Of course, the Eileen Arthur remembered was the headmistress, not the saintess.

“Let’s head back.”

“...Are you sure?”

“That boy will come back eventually. He hates taking responsibility, but he’s not the type to abandon it. You still need to take down that giant lizard, don’t you?”

“Yes. You agreed to help us.”

Part of Yulia’s discussion with Arthur had involved the Elder Dragon.

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Arthur Debrue was closest to the rank of Swordmaster. Not quite a grandmaster, but probably at the level of a “Swordmaster.”

That’s why his help was necessary.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

At his core, Arthur was a warrior.

Even now, he often reminisced about his battles with the Northern Grand Duke before going to sleep.

And then...

‘Back then, I should’ve moved right, taken a breath, and aimed for the lower strike.’

Even now, he would occasionally wake up in bed, regretting his past decisions.

‘But brother, you never faced an Elder Dragon, did you?’

Arthur smirked.

This is why a person should play in bigger waters.

See? By staying cooped up in the North, he had missed out on a massive event like the Elder Dragon Raid.

‘I should get back to training. I’ll need a sturdier sword, and hmm, what’s resistant to flames?’

As Arthur was about to leave the beach...

“Commander! A turtle the size of an island is coming this way!”

“What kind of nonsense about a frog pooping gems is that?”

Arthur turned around at his subordinate’s words.

And then.

“Well, I guess if there are gem-pooping frogs, a turtle that size could exist too.”

It was simply enormous.

Larger than the Frost Giants he had seen in the North, a giant turtle with an island on its back was swimming toward them.

It was a scene out of myth, defying all logic.

Bzzzt—

“The tracker’s signal is getting stronger!”

“Should we retreat? We don’t know what that creature is! It could be hostile!”

“But the signal for Count Erindale is nearby! Commander! Your orders!”

The subordinates began to panic.

It was natural to lose one’s composure when faced with something beyond imagination.

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But Arthur was used to this by now. It wasn’t the first time Ascal had caused such chaos.

“Everyone, prepare to welcome him.”

Arthur placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and smiled.

“Count Erindale is coming to us.”

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