(Sounds of hooves and carriage moving)
“Ah, I can see the town!”
We’d been riding the carriage service from the baron’s estate for about half a day. At last, the capital of the Western Margravate is now spreading out before us. Shiro and the others leaned eagerly out of the carriage, unable to contain their excitement.
“Haha, looks like the girls just can’t wait. The harvest festival isn’t for another two weeks, but some of the stalls are already up and running.”
The middle-aged wolf beastman riding with us sound cheerful as he spoke to Shiro and the others.
“““Eeh!?”””
I couldn’t help smiling. The wolf beastman was also enjoying himself chatting with them, but this time, I thought, I’d rather stroll around tasting all the festival food than cook anything myself.
“By the way, you gave that idiot some surprisingly good advice back at the carriage station.”
“Oh—was it obvious that I was the one who said that?”
I asked, a little sheepishly.
“Haha, beastmen have excellent hearing. Most of the ones who were there know it was you who spoke.”
I knew Shiro and the others had sharp ears, but even ordinary beastmen could hear surprisingly well too. I felt a little embarrassed.
“Not everyone’s like you two, with no prejudice against beastmen. There was an adventurer in the past who caused a huge scene, insisting humans came first.”
“Really? Then, what happened to that adventurer?”
“Nothing special. He picked a fight with beastman adventurers and got completely beaten up. Just a weakling all talk.”
He answered with a laugh.
Hmm… From what I’d heard, adventurers in the Western Margravate tended to be tough. That trio we met earlier? The women might manage, but their male leader didn’t seem useful at all.
Lost in those thoughts, we finally entered the town proper.
Other adventurers from carriages that had been running alongside ours were also heading to the western frontier marquisate’s guild, so altogether, including us, a group of twenty set off toward the Adventurers’ Guild.
“Oh, so you two are adventurers with titles. You really can’t judge a person by appearances.”
“The little girls have titles too, and that slime over there is even a martial arts tournament champion. What an incredible party.”
“I watched the Northern Margravate’s martial arts tournament. When the Orc King appeared, it was amazing—every one of you took him down with ease.”
A large, bear-like beastman added, nodding in admiration.
“So even this little ladies are strong, huh?”
“““Ehehe”””
Shiro, Fran and Horn replied, giggling.
As we traveled, the conversation naturally turned to our strength. Since some had actually seen the martial arts tournament firsthand, their words gave our reputation some weight.The big bear beastman patted Shiro and the others on the head as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but notice—adventurers around the Western Margravate really did respect those who were strong.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com.
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