World Alliance (6)

“Wahahaha! Is that so, is that so? So you two—an undergrounder and a Dark Elf—helped Kimidori Gorun return to this house, nura! Thank you, thank you! Please stay and make yourselves comfortable, nura! Hmm? But you’re awfully dark for an undergrounder, and awfully pale for a Dark Elf...?”

“Dear, those little details don’t matter.”

“Indeed! Race and skin color are trivial matters, nura! Wahahaha!”

Kimidori Gorun’s father was, of course, a Dragonkin: a huge man with a rough, easygoing manner. A single brown line marked the area beneath his lower jaw. The older woman had said it was “Charming, right? Eek!” but, I’m sorry, I really couldn’t see it.

The meal laid out on the table was far more sumptuous than I had expected.

There was a stewed river fish that must have been eighty centimeters long, rabbit stew, and a mountain of bread... Calling it a rural manor’s menu might be rude, but being able to serve all this in a world that was gradually falling into ruin was impressive.

(When I thought about it, there were a lot of muscular people here, so perhaps they had no shortage of food?)

I enjoyed the meal while thinking about that. The fish was especially delicious, with fragrant herbs giving it a clean, refreshing flavor.

“So, Kimidori Gorun, does your return to this house mean you’ve decided to rejoin the Dragonkin army, nu?”

“...That’s not why I came back, nu.”...