《My not so Peaceful Dungeon Life》Chapter 11: Wyvern
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I wake up this morning to the sound of birds chirping, something I have not heard in while. The outfit I summoned with my magic doesn’t get dirty easily so I throw it back on for today. Besides it would look suspicious if I got new clothes out of nowhere and I am not keen on revealing my space magic since I don’t know how rare it is. Heading out of the tent, it seems everyone else has already woken up.
“Good morning Shiro!” shouts Morrigan as she waves at me from over at the caravan.
“Good morning Morrigan.” I reply while waving back.
I start to head over to Morrigan when Jacob peaks his head out of the caravan and says,
“So the kid is finally awake?” in an irritated tone.
“Come here Shiro, I have some bread for you that you can eat on the road.” says Morrigan. I wonder why Morrigan treats me so well. Is she a pedophile?! Enough with the jokes, I am curious how we are going to head out with the tent still up so I ask Morrigan.
“What about the tent?”
Morrigan just points behind me so I turn around to find the tent already gone. I turn my head back to Morrigan and tilt my head to the side in a confused manner.
“Silvia already put it away and Ross has level 1 space magic which has just enough space for our tents.”
Silvia is fast! But I must not get distracted, this is my chance. I can figure out how common space magic is.
I put my hands under my chin and use my secret technique, puppy eyes, and ask, “Do most parties have someone with space magic Morrigan?”
Morrigan hesitates for a moment from the overwhelming power of cuteness before coming back to reality.
“Most parties over B rank will have someone with space magic so we are lucky. Most people with high level space magic get employed by the countries instead of becoming an adventurer. Ross can’t raise his over lvl 1 so the country isn’t interested in recruiting him.”
So it is not that uncommon for me to have it. I want to make sure I get into this party to get info on the world but I have no intention to share my storage since it is mine.
“Morrigan I have space magic too.”
“Really!? Can you show me Shiro? Try storing your bread in it.”
I use ‘Space Magic’ on the bread that is already half eaten and then use it again to take the bread out and continue eating it.
Without realizing it, I find myself back on Morrigan’s lap while she is now combing my hair.
“That is so cool Shiro!” Morrigan says practically squealing.
“That would be nice, we don’t have that much extra pace with Ross’s space magic. What level is yours Shiro?” Asks Silvia.
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“Mine is level 3! It is almost full though so I won’t be able to take anything with me right now.”
“Oi! There is now way you have level 3 space magic!” shouts Jacob which makes the merchant driving the caravan jump in his seat.
“Jacob, she said she has level 3 space magic there is no reason for her to lie.” says Morrigan.
“She is using it to trick us into letting her into our party.” says Jacob.
“We already agreed to let her into the party Jacob, Morrigan is right.” says Silvia.
“We are almost there.” says Ross.
“Look Shiro that is the capital of Efreau, Lueur.”
Looking towards the merchant, I see a massive, white, circular, wall surrounding the city. The city is build on a hill and has buildings all over it with a huge white castle at the peak. The buildings seem to get fancier the higher up they are so it is most likely divided by a caste system. The walls are almost 20 meters tall and are about 5 meters thick. To the right of the castle is a massive statue of a man with wings on his back holding a sword while looking over the capital. It looks to be made of bronze and reinforced by iron. It must be a religious thing and is watching over the capital. According to the Fairy Archives the Humans can call down Angels in their time of need and have done so twice in the past. The last time they did it was 1000 years ago in the fight against the dwarves. Knowing this, the statue seems a lot scarier.
“Ehehe, that is a good awestruck face Shiro.” says Morrigan.
I can feel her breath on my cheek! To close! Could she really be a pedo lolicon!? What was with that laugh? It was kinda creepy.
Morrigan seems to be back to normal now and is now standing up. She picks me up so my feet dangle before setting me down.
“We only need to guard the caravan up to the gate, we are going to subjugate the wyvern now. Let’s meet up again after Shiro!” says Morrigan.
“Eh? No, I am coming with though.”
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“Why are you all looking at me like a bunch of idiot? Is there something on my face?” I ask
“You aren’t part of our party Shiro, you don’t need to put yourself in danger.” says Morrigan.
“But you said I could join your party didn’t you?” I ask.
“We did.” says Silvia.
“Then I want to see how you fight.” I say as I put my hands below my chin and give Morrigan puppy eyes. I even activate my ultimate move.
“Please big sis Morrigan.” I say while my eyes start to tear up.
“Of course you can come Shiro!” shouts Morrigan. It seems her defences couldn’t handle such an effective attack. I will have to remember this technique. The others all seem hesitant to let me watch them subjugate the wyvern.
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“It is fine to come with, just make sure you are in a safe location to watch from.” says Silvia.
I think I heard Jacob sighing, but I will ignore him.
“I can watch from a long distance away with this.” I say, while pointing at my Hecate.
“That is good make sure the wyvern doesn’t see you so you are safe.” says Morrigan.
I want to say if you treat me as this much of a child why let me into the party, but if I do that the Jacob will start saying I shouldn’t be in the party again. I guess I will just have to kill the wyvern to prove how dangerous I am.
After about an hour of walking we are now in the forest where the Wyvern was sited. The trees in this forest seem to almost move with me and face me and brush their long branches against me. I am glad it is still before noon because I definitely don’t want to be stuck here at night. We occasionally meet some monsters in the forest but Jacob seems more than happy to smash them with his huge mace. Surprisingly monsters have no value of companionship so wolves won’t fight as a pack. This makes it much easier to kill them since only one will try to fight us at a time. While we are walking I am getting a bit nervous about combat with normal creatures because I doubt I will always be able to snipe them so I start making a knife for self defence. I want to make it all white to match my Hecate but the question is how I want to design it. I chose to make it with an 8 inch long, one sided, straight blade. The end of the blade come into a point so that it can be used for stabbing. I put a fuller in the blade to make it weight less and make a white sheath for it. Satisfied with my design I use 500 Mp to create it. The knife drops into my hands and I draw it while putting the sheath into my space magic.
“Is that what you where storing in your space magic? It looks like a pretty good knife.” says Morrigan.
Curious as to how good the knife actually is I appraise it.
‘Appraisal!’
High Quality Knife
An excellent knife for combat or cooking. +50 Dex when equipped.
It is just as good as my outfit it seems. With +50 Dex I should be fine even if something tries to attack me in close quarters. Now I don’t have to worry about a stray wolf attacking me. I don’t think these wolves could deal enough damage to me to kill me but I would rather not get hurt in the first place. In hindsight I should have bought some sort of offensive spell instead of just a full sniper build since it will be hard to fight if they have a longer reach than my knife.
Suddenly I hear a ear piercing roar as the birds start flying out of the treas in fear. A massive bird’s shadow suddenly covers us and quickly vanishes. Looking up a massive green wyvern just passed over us and is turning around. It seems to have noticed us and is getting ready to swoop down and attack us.
I quickly separate from the group by jumping backwards towards a tree. I put my knife away and pull out my Hecate. I put my back to the tree so that I can deal with the recoil of my gun. Flipping the cap off of my scope, I take aim at the wyvern. The wyvern starts nose diving and quickly disappears from my scope.
I bring my sniper down to find the wyver at the end of his attack. His talons digging into Jacob’s shoulder as he takes to the skies again. Morrigan quickly uses wind magic to pull the wyvern down and keep it from leaving. Silvia uses her nature magic to make the roots of the trees in the area come out of the ground and grapple onto the wyvern keeping it on the ground. She then quickly cacts healing magic on Jacob’s shoulder as he runs in to cut off the wyvern’s tail. While Jacob rushes in, Ross pulls out two daggers with his space magic and throws them into the wyvern’s eyes.
The wyvern opens its mouth and lets out a screech with enough force to push back Ross who is still in front of him. Not missing the opportunity, I aim into its open mouth and fire a magic bullet into it. The screech of the wyvern isn’t enough to stop the high velocity bullet that is now flying at its mouth. As it enters the wyvern’s mouth the bullet explodes separating its head from its neck.
'Wyvern' has died
+4,200 Exp
'Shiro' has reached lvl 18
Jacob picks up the wyvern's body and starts walking out of the forest. Ross uses his space magic to store the wyven's head and tail.
"Good job Shiro! I knew you would fit into our team perfectly!" Shouts Morrigan as she goes in to hug me.
It looks like I will be able to infiltrate the humans town just fine now that I have their trust. Even Jacob isn't opposed to me joining now.
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