Chapter 152

Chapter 152

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With narrow eyes, Dorempa looked down at the landscape below.

Woo-woo-woo-woo-woong!

Clouds that seemed close enough to touch were crossing numerous peaks.

Rugged and rough rocky mountains.

Faint mist drifted below them.

Well, looks like theres more to report to the leader.

It was then, as the savage Hero, heavily painted for battle, thrust his face in front of him.

Dorempa remained silent, displeased with the excited demeanor.

But he didnt pay heed to the silence.

Well, am I quite competent, huh? Ive been stuck up north investigating the Stagnum prison break, got to know the local geography better than the natives.

Dorempa didnt respond, turning his gaze downwards again.

As the mist dispersed.

Buildings, appearing toy-like, came into view on the edge of vision.

Another northern factory.

If Ivar hadnt meticulously recorded the movements of the Demonic Church.

And if he couldnt fly.

Facilities so well-hidden that they could never have been discovered.

Dorempa finally spoke.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Like cockroaches.

Well, anything else to wait for? Lets sweep them away.

Kugugu-

Ivar rose slowly, trembling with excitement.

Dorempa watched him intently.

Encountering a human of similar stature was a first for him.

Ivar Waitanka, the giant god.

Known among tribes as the Roaring Wind.

But if someone saw Ivar for the first time, they would be more reminded of a rock than the wind.

Gigantic, solid, and rough as a rock.

The natives of the Great Mountain Range were different in physique from ordinary humans.

It would be more appropriate to consider them demi-human.

Much thicker skeletons and incredibly tough muscles.

Naturally, they possessed immense strength.

The secret to their survival in the Great Mountain Range, teeming with demons, for so long.

Even the non-combatants among them, children and the elderly, were stronger than ordinary imperial adult males.

And among them, Ivar was a leading Hero

Did they say that he was a powerful martial artist who could rival even the entire Knights of Dawn?

Dorempa felt a faint emotion stirring in his heart, something he had forgotten.

A sense of rivalry.

There had been a time when he couldnt control this intense and burning flame

But now, it didnt matter.

Chieftain, may I lead the charge?

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I know youre angry because the demi-humans are being captured, but I also hate them in the same way.

How could a human who couldnt even fly lead the charge?

Dorempa pondered this question as he observed Ivar preparing for battle.

Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-

Somehow, a strange sound emanated from him.

That noise soon became a roar that echoed throughout the mountain peaks.

To the members of the Demonic Church on the ground, it would sound like the mountains were groaning under fierce winds.

No, in fact, a storm was engulfing Ivar.

Aaaah-!

With a rough gasp, Ivars body trembled uncontrollably with ferocity.

And then, in the next moment.

Ivar suddenly flew off the cliff.

Kwahng-!

Splash-!

With what powerful force he struck the ground, the rocky surface cracked.

Here we go!

His body, which had been hovering in the air for a moment, plummeted downwards like an arrow.

It was like the movements of a hawk targeting its prey.

Zzjjjick-!

As his body twisted, the wind and air surrounding him created a deafening noise, amplifying the sound of the tearing cloth hundreds of times over, echoing through the rocky mountains.

Ivars brave roar mingled in between.

The sky, sharp rocky mountains, mist, clouds, and enemies.

Everything in sight was mixed up in chaos.

At the moment when the chaos reached its peak.

The landing followed.

Kwaaaaaang-!

Like a meteor, Ivar landed squarely in the center of the factory.

The members of the Demonic Church, each wielding their weapons, were forming a siege.

Intruder!

Kill him!

While the factory was smaller in scale than what the Hero had previously subdued, there were more guards.

Ugh, then you try it!

Ban stopped him as he rushed towards him.

Gerald, take a deep breath and count to ten.

Heh, he cant count past five.

Aaaaah!

The children bumped their heads together with serious expressions.

Even if they put forward pretty and handsome people to act as attractions, ultimately, what determined the taverns sales was the food.

With the quality of the food like this, they would be thoroughly trampled by the other Uniyr in terms of sales.

Is there anything edible?

Youre stammering after a long time, Ban.

After taking a bite of Leciels food, Ban made a face and then offered another opinion, but it was hard to trust.

Karen, who had been tearing her hair out (she was in charge of the tavern), eventually resigned herself and poked Lukes side.

Since its come to this, go enter the cross-dressing contest and earn some points.

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Its a sacrifice for the greater good.

It was at the moment when Lukes terrible imagination unfolded that a savior that no one expected appeared.

Thunk-

Approaching the discouraged chefs like a ghost, she began to gently scold them.

Gerald, care to explain why you adjusted the fire like that?

Gerald confidently replied.

Its better to finish quickly with a strong fire than to grill for 10 minutes over low heat, isnt it?

Why did you think that?

What if the orders start piling up while were dilly-dallying?

Are you going to jump out of the window just because it takes longer to go down the stairs?

Umm.

Nyhill, who had convinced Gerald in one go, turned to face Leciel.

Leciel, with narrowed eyes, looked at the short-haired girl.

It was an unusual sight to see the usually silent girl suddenly stepping forward.

Whats the reason for cutting the avocado with seeds?

Because its easier to slice?

Everyone was momentarily speechless at the foolish remark typical of someone who only knows how to swing a sword.

But Nyhill spoke as gently as ever.

Dont do that next time. Got it?

Yeah.

Nyhill.

She received an inexplicable mission from the Hero a few days ago to enjoy the festival.

But watching over the childrens tavern preparations was torture for her.

She had lived in Harlem until she was ten years old, where every meal was precious and akin to a matter of life and death in poverty-stricken streets.

Moreover, since leaving Harlem, she had endured exhausting training from the ruthless instructors, who threw a piece of bread and asked her to fight for her life.

Nyhill naturally became sensitive to food wastage, and even with her agents restraint, it wasnt easy to suppress it.

Shall I show you?

Tadadadada-

With flashy movements, the dagger deftly trimmed various ingredients to their proper use.

Simple explanations of how to cook followed.

It was a very easy task for Nyhill, who had managed to solve meals in various tactical situations, but to the children, it seemed like magic, like a miracle.

Huh?

Cucullis eyes sparkled as she was taking a step back.

Her interested gaze lingered on the dagger Nyhill was holding.

Since Gerald had handled the kitchen knife so roughly that his teeth fell out, it was being used as a substitute.

Hmm, whats that?

It was a dagger into which Nubelmag had embedded a spirit stone.

Cucullis footsteps abruptly stopped as she tried to sneak closer to take a closer look.

She sensed someones presence at the entrance.

Oh, Professors here!

Before the other children could react, Cuculli grabbed a plate of food from the table and eagerly approached the Hero.

Professor! This is the food Leciel made, would you like to try it?

Hey, wait a minute!

The Hero, who had been gazing admiringly at Nyhill surrounded by the children, was taken aback by the sudden offer and shifted his gaze.

The plate of food held out before him.

Someone is offering him food.

In fact, it was a very special and rare event for the Hero.

Having wandered alone in the frontier for many years, he had always managed to scrape by for meals.

There was a reason why he vividly remembered Dorempa grilling rabbit meat (although he mostly ate it himself).

Furthermore, it was his disciples cooking.

There was no reason to refuse.

Ill eat it gladly.

The Hero willingly picked up the utensils.

Oh my goodness.

Halo, its an eclipse halo!

He almost lost his temper and used a salvation formula against his disciple.

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And so, after the twists and turns of preparation, the long-awaited business hours began.

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