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Zubobo

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The Large Tree Tower.

The banquet had been cleared away, and it was now a time of calm relaxation.

“I have eaten far too much…! I surrender!” (Lalatoma)

“Ugo, please rest slowly…” (Wood)

Lalatoma was wrapped in the cotton Wood had created and was resting her head upon his lap. Indeed, whenever Lalatoma has the chance to eat grass dumplings, it seems she always overindulges. Perhaps it is a matter of pride, befitting her title of Food Master.

Wood gently patted Lalatoma’s shoulder with his fingertip.

“Funyu…” (Lalatoma)

“Ugo, Tou-san… may I stay here for a while longer?” (Wood)

“Ah, it is no problem.” (Elt)

Truth be told, I also had eaten quite a lot.

“Fuu. I have eaten well.” (Tetetoka)

Tetetoka too was drinking tea, poured into a cup, in a relaxed manner. Perhaps the reason she appeared so composed was that she had held back her appetite to some degree. That may very well be what is called the wisdom of age.

“This is delicious. It is truly delicious.” (Tetetoka)

“Thank you, nyan! It is a selection of the Black Moon Company, nyan!” (Brown)

“We do not usually drink warm beverages… but trying it is actually rather pleasant.” (Tetetoka)

For the Dryads do not use fire. It is not that they fear flame or heated things, but rather, that simply has never been part of their way of life.

“Was there some reason you did not drink warm beverages?” (Elt)

“It was not much of a reason, really.” (Tetetoka)

Tetetoka sipped her tea with a soft slurp. Yet whenever Tetetoka spoke in this way, it usually meant there was, in truth, a significant reason behind it.

“Well, I believe it was because God said something of the sort, a very long time ago. That is why we never drank it, ahaha.” (Tetetoka)

“God…?” (Elt)

“God… do you mean that God, nyan?” (Brown)

I exchanged glances with Brown.

Of course, in this world, it is said that gods exist. One may find them in books, myths, folklore, or remnants of ancient architecture. Yet most human races have long lost their piety. Not only I, but the world as a whole.

Now, religion remains only faintly, in ceremonies such as weddings and funerals, or in certain manners of etiquette. In everyday life, no one consciously thinks of God. That is why no one finds it strange that this village lacks a church, nor does anyone feel it necessary. Even Stella, who has lived since several centuries ago, holds almost no awareness of such things.

In such a world, Brown and I naturally looked at each other in surprise.

“Was it truly God who said so?” (Elt)

“Hm, I cannot quite recall. It was so very, very long ago.” (Tetetoka)

“I see.” (Elt)

“Even if gods existed, it would have been 1500 to 2000 years ago, nyan. There is no way to remember, nyan.” (Brown)

“Yes, yes. I truly do not remember it well.” (Tetetoka)

“Indeed, perhaps that makes sense.” (Elt)

In history, it is said that around that time there were beings who might have been gods. A creator god, a god of the forest, a god of the forge, and others. Even the number of gods has no firm consensus. Roughly twenty to thirty, so it is said.

Even in the game of my previous life, this matter was vague, only loosely set in the background, never clearly declared. Thus, I too could not know the truth. Strange though it may be, the Demons of hell are far more certain. After all, Marcosias is undeniably real.

I remembered, with a laugh, the way Marcosias always pressed against my stomach as if demanding a rub. Compared to uncertain gods, there are Demons who exist in the flesh. A most ironic truth.

Yes, Marcosias…

Outside, it was already dusk.

If all went according to plan, Stella and the others should by now have arrived at the village where they would be lodging. Well, it should be fine. Stella is with them.

 

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At that time, Stella and her companions.

Having crossed the mountains, they were now flying over a snow-covered land.

“Amazing, piyo!” (Dia)

Held against Stella’s chest, Dia’s eyes sparkled as she gazed upon the vast expanse of snowy scenery below.

“It is pure white, pure white, piyo!” (Dia)

“Indeed. It is entirely white.” (Stella)

“I wish to show Father as well, piyo!” (Dia)

With her excitement at its maximum, Dia was clutched tightly by Marcosias.

Although snow was not falling at that moment, it was bitterly cold, fully suitable for deep snow to accumulate.

“At last, we have arrived…” (Nana)

“It is the snow country. Ah, it has been long since I last saw snow of this depth.” (Stella)

“Truly?” (Dia)

“Yes. Even in Zanzas, snow rarely accumulates. If only a little piles up, it is usually cleared away by the following day.” (Nana)

“I see. It is very different from here, then.” (Stella)

So, they chatted merrily as they flew through the sky.

“Snow feels rather like cotton, piyo, does it not?” (Dia)

“When freshly fallen, it is soft indeed. Softer than cotton, breaking apart easily.” (Stella)

“I see, piyo! Then this too is freshly fallen, piyo?” (Dia)

“Judging by the snow upon the trees, so it would seem. It has not lain long.” (Stella)

“….” (Dia)

“Then, all of this must be fluffy, piyo!? Amazing, truly amazing, piyo!” (Dia)

“…” (Stella)

At Dia’s words, Stella gradually fell silent. It seemed she had realized something.

“Hm? Stella, what is the matter?” (Nana)

“What is wrong?” (Marcosias)

“Piyo! If it is fluffy, we might plunge straight into it, piyo! But it will be fine, will it not, piyo?” (Dia)

At that, Stella started in alarm.

“Ah… yes. It will be fine!” (Stella)

“Truly!?” (Dia)

“That does not sound like a reassuring reply!” (Nana)

“Forgive me, I had forgotten the softness of snow. At this rate, by calculation, we shall sink zuboboo, all the way to the tops of our heads. Completely.” (Stella)

“Amazing, piyo! What will that be like, piyo!?” (Dia)

“No, that would be dangerous. I must somehow avoid it.” (Stella)

“We are about to land.” (Marcosias)

“Nana, is your costume very sturdy?” (Stella)

At Stella’s sudden question, Nana stiffened.

“Why would you bring that up? Does it matter?” (Nana)

“Would it take damage from the strike of an A-rank dragon’s tail?” (Stella)

“It would not, but does this have anything to do with–…” (Nana)

“Then, it will be fine! Truly, truly fine!” (Stella)

Red light flickered, and Marcosias cried out. The ground of snow was rushing swiftly toward them.

“The ground is right ahead!” (Marcosias)

“Answer me!” (Nana)

“Piyo!” (Dia)

Stella acted swiftly. She seized Nana’s costume arm, shifted their positions as if performing a shoulder throw, and.

“Eh?” (Nana)

Before the snow beneath them, Stella thrust out her hind legs, sliding Nana’s costume to take the brunt. With a tremendous thud, Stella’s kick landed at the perfect moment. Nana’s costume slid forward, dragging Stella and the others with it.

Zuzazazaza.

They slid a short distance before coming to a stop.

“…Fuu.” (Stella)

Exhaling, Stella looked up, while Dia squealed with joy.

“Amazing, piyo! What was that just now, piyo!?” (Dia)

“We slid well, that is all.” (Stella)

“Thank goodness, it was exactly as calculated. Nana, are you all right…?” (Stella)

Nana lay on her back upon the snowy ground.

“I am the one who should apologize. Though this is my homeland, I had forgotten the nature of snow. Forgive me.” (Nana)

“No, forgive me, it was a rough method.” (Stella)

“It is fine, not a scratch upon me.” (Nana)

Yet Nana did not rise. Stella looked at her anxiously.

“But still…” (Stella)

To that, Nana smiled brightly.

“Ahahaha! My legs simply gave out, that is all. This has never happened before!” (Nana)
“I see…” (Stella)

Stella nodded repeatedly, and Nana smiled back at her.

For the first time in her life, such an unforeseen event had caused her knees to buckle. She could only laugh it off.

“It was amusing in its own way. Now then, Steven’s village is just ahead!” (Nana)

“Then let us continue sliding upon the snow, piyo!” (Dia)

At Dia’s words, Nana flinched.

“It was unexpectedly refreshing. I suppose that would be fine too.” (Nana)

“Truly!?” (Stella)

And so, in such a manner, Stella and her companions continued forward across the snowy land.

 

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