Chapter 170
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: Holiday
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Cloudy had ambushed Winia in the shower, passionately toying with her breasts and everything below. They'd ended up squealing and giggling until exhaustion hit them like a wave, apparently falling asleep tangled together.
"Ah... you damn darkie. Come here."
"Yes."
The price for passing out with wet bodies was steep.
Both Winia and Cloudy had caught colds.
It was hard to believe for two women who'd always shown monstrous stamina, but they'd nearly depleted their mana reserves and rolled around in the labyrinth on top of that accumulated fatigue.
Winia, burning with fever, coughed and slumped over. Cloudy sprawled out too, whining that she felt off and everything was a hassle.
"Yeah. Like that. Good."
Winia, demanding I come closer, wriggled under the blanket and nestled into my arms. I wrapped my sturdy arm around her shoulder. Her massive breasts squished against my chest, spilling out to the sides because they were just too damn big.
The heat from those tits was intense.
"Does it hurt a lot? You sure you're okay?"
"Not okay at all. Head's spinning like crazy. Darkie, don't go anywhere today. Stay here with me."
"No... I gotta go pay Elise."
"Fuck."
She had a point.
It was early morning. I'd told Elise to meet me in front of the guild by lunchtime, so I needed to head out now, sell the gear, and offload that pile of kobold claws.
Then use that cash to split the spoils with Elise.
Winia and I were already Divine Brothers.
Breaking a promise like that was absolutely out of the question.
"Katt. You're only worrying about Winia? Big sis hurts too."
"Eey! Guess I gotta hug you right now then. C'mere!"
Cloudy sidled up from behind and hugged me. As she did, her hand snaked over and scratched at Winia's breast bulging out the side. Naturally, Winia yelped.
"God, sis, you're so annoying! This is all your fault!"
"Oh? But you were moaning all cute yesterday. Changed your mind already?"
"F-fuck! That's 'cause you groped me like that!"
"Hehehe... Having a little sister is nice."
"What sister lets her sis grope her tits like this! They're the darkie's now! Don't touch 'em! Get your fingers off! Ah! Not the nipple again...! Hnng!"
Thanks, Winia.
Your tits are mine from now on.
I can do whatever I want with them.
So sharing a little with Cloudy should be fine, right?
"Darkie. Like I always say, if you turn toward that sis, I'll kill you."
"Katt. We haven't done it in days? I'm backed up bad... haaah... Quick one before you go?"
"Get off me, you horn dogs!!"
With tits attacking from front and back, I couldn't hold back anymore. I yelled hysterically and shoved the blanket aside, jumping out of bed.
"My Divine Brother calls!"
"You're having one of your fits again... achOO!"
"...I'll grab some medicine. Sleep for a bit."
I quickly buried both women under the blanket and got out of bed.
"Our puppy's taking care of us now..."
"Katt. Grab something to fill us up too."
"Got it. Be right back."
Lots to do.
Now I had to haul this heavy load to the nearest smithy to turn gear into coin, then hit the Alchemist's Guild to dump the claws cheap.
Time would be tight after, so sprint full tilt to the guild. Buy Elise some food, stuff her full, and send her off.
I threw on some clothes first.
"Ah, aah! Stop it! Don't cling...!"
"Katt's gone, so sisters can have some fun, right?"
"Where you touching?! And who sisters... kyaa, kyaak?!"
And I headed out.
Winia was crying from behind, but no helping it.
The load was heavy.
Two full bags, plus weapons I couldn't fit inside strapped on top. Heavier than full battle rattle back in my private days, no doubt (machine gunner without an assistant).
"Urghaaah!"
A sudden chill nearly toppled me... but hauling gear while walking was my specialty. No big deal. I'd done it to death back when I was F-rank.
I'd gotten strong.
Warlord, Sword Saint, Heavenly Demon, Birdman... Manager... all names for me.
This was nothing.
Sweating buckets, I reached the smithy district. The constant smoke from forges made the whole area feel scorching. I picked a spot that didn't look too busy.
"Welcome... oh? Here to sell weapons?"
"Yeah. Can you appraise these and buy if possible?"
"Of course."
The smithy owner was a soot-skinned young guy with a soft face and a cleft chin. Hmm... he'd get along with Kobson. Durban too—kinda awkward-looking bunch.
Wonder what that bastard Kobson's up to.
Should check on him sometime.
Anyway, I dropped the bags and pulled out the loot: four one-handers, two axes, two iron maces, and one dulled big knife.
"Where'd you even get these...?"
The smith looked at me like I'd killed folks and looted their gear. Ridiculous misunderstanding—I quickly explained.
"Raided a big goblin den. Size meant lots of stuff."
"I see. None of my business anyway. Lemme take a look."
He pursed his lips, tapped his finger there, and started appraising each blade, caressing them.
"This one's... good condition. This... edge is shot. Maces I'll just do scrap value."
"How much total?"
"Hmm..."
He clacked some abacus-like thing and held out his palm.
"All together, 7 silver 50 copper."
Nine used weapons for 7.5 silver... considering quality, fair enough. Owner with a conscience as cracked as his chin.
Cold hard cash.
"Deal. Take 'em."
"Come again."
Lighter now without the weapons. Headed straight to a nearby leather armor shop to sell the bandits' jackets.
"Scratches on the leather... looks like blade cuts. Bloodstains too—won't fetch top price. Quality's iffy anyway."
The armor shop owner eyed me like a murderer too. Bullshit assumption—I bullshitted back and pocketed 3 silver 50 copper.
Only kobold claws left.
Body light without gear, so I bolted.
Spotted the Alchemist's Guild with its giant potion bottle on the roof. Felt like forever since last time, and not eager to return. Smell was nasty from the start. Guys selling Madecassol for 2 silver? Bound to stink.
Fucking alchemist roaches.
Opened the door, went to the materials counter. A few people ahead, so I waited.
My turn.
"Here to sell these."
I deepened my voice like Kobson for gravitas and plunked the bag down.
"Uh, um? What's this?"
"Take a peek."
Clerk opened it.
Out spilled a hoard that'd make a serial killer with a body-part fetish proud—like a collection from his victims.
"Ko, kobolds? Looks like at least workers... some huge ones?"
Clerk picked up claws (fingers whole 'cause clipping was a pain) and started sorting, face shocked.
"That big one's from a kobold guardian I took down and yanked."
"Kobold guardian!"
What? Rare material?
"Senior! Kobold guardian claw price?"
"What? Guardian?!"
Senior alchemist rushed over, snatched the guardian claw. Yeah, big claw. From 2-meter-plus bastards—beating one one-on-one swelled my pride.
Tough fight,
but I won with my own power.
Impossible back then.
"Warrior, did you clear a kobold den or something...?"
Senior adjusted his monocle.
I channeled arena cool, acting grave.
"Kobold den? Location doesn't matter. I seek only battles that heat my blood. That you're holding? From the biggest one there—I slew and claimed it."
"...I see."
Muttered about fangs, claws, tons of 'em, then counted each. Sorted trash to one side—buy vs. reject.
How much?
They abacused away.
"Total 8 silver."
"Hmm... fair value?"
"Would've been more fresh, but warrior knows freshness is down. Guardian claw's why it's this high."
Yeah, a bit old.
Nothing for it.
"Your eyes beat mine. Deal."
"Pay him up!"
"Y-yes!"
So smithy and armor gave 11 silver, alchemists 8—19 silver total. Add yesterday's crown sale to Lisha: nearly 59 silver. Astronomical.
Wands mine and Cloudy's—exclude those.
Split four ways: 14 silver 75 copper each.
For Elise.
Calculations done, out I went. Sun hanging precarious—lunch soon. Can't keep Divine Brother Elise waiting.
—Pabat!
Sprinted the streets.
My long hair whipped in the wind.
Faster than I thought.
Muscle gains again.
"...Way beyond expectations in momentum!"
Reached guild front quick. Sun dead center—noon on the dot.
"Holy One."
"Oh, Elise. You're early. Sorry if I kept you."
"No, I just got here... you're right on time."
"Good. Whew."
Catching breath, Elise appeared from somewhere, tapping my shoulder. Turned—cleaned up nice, not the mess from yesterday.
Good, she crashed somewhere proper.
"Whew, hold on. Ran here. Just rest."
"As long as you need."
"You eaten, Elise?"
Starving after the run.
Slowed my breathing.
"Not yet. Report ran late... just woke up."
"Hungry?"
"Kinda feeling it."
"Perfect. Long trip ahead—eat first. My treat before you go. One meal, yeah?"
Honestly, no clue when next meet—gotta send her off stuffed with gratitude grub. She panicked, waving hands.
"N-no, so grateful, but burdening the Holy One..."
"Relax, kid. We're one in faith already. Our belief repelled evil, judged heretics. Friends and comrades! Meal's no biggie."
"If you insist... thank you. I'll accept. Next time we meet, my treat."
"Don't sweat it. Friends!"
"Fr-friends..."
Grabbed blushing Elise's hand, headed to my usual eatery. Long road—meat her up. Isbrandt to Krasheim: fast 3 days, slow 5.
Of course, meds for Winia and Cloudy first, but Divine Brother lunch matters too.
One meal's fine.
"Oh, sold all loot for 59 silver? Split four ways: 14 silver 75 copper. Here—your share this trip."
Explained the accounting en route.
"Handling even this... truly thankful. You're so devout, Holy One. Not repaying would be sin. Perhaps..."
"Just eat what I buy well. That's repayment."
"R-right... as you say, Holy One."
And into the restaurant.