Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Gifts from Parents
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“Anyway, a miracle? That’s amazing. My heart’s pounding.”
Eizel clutched her chest like someone suffering heart palpitations. She was thinking how she wished that moment to use the potion would come soon—but if it did, that would mean something had gone terribly wrong, so maybe it shouldn’t come at all. Truly angelic thoughts crossed her mind.
“Let’s check the others too.”
Lucille prodded Cheon-ho. In fact, the other angels seemed eager to examine the remaining carriers as well.
‘They’ve got manners, at least.’
There were eleven carriers left, but these angels and heroes couldn’t even imagine rifling through them without their owner, Cheon-ho, present.
[Very angelic of them.]
“Yeah?”
Cheon-ho murmured his reply so softly only Mitra could hear, then continued rummaging through the carriers.
The midsection that had held the dragon-scale armor was empty otherwise, and the lower section contained five leftover scrolls—which they’d already reviewed during the initial distribution, so nothing new there.
[Still, eleven carriers left. Not bad.]
Mitra spoke in a warm, contented tone, as if just thinking about it filled her belly.
Cheon-ho nodded and approached the second carrier, where he was struck with genuine emotion.
“Father...!”
The second carrier had the same basic structure as the first.
Potions in the upper section, scrolls in the lower.
A midsection large enough for bulky items.
The upper section was similar to the first carrier, but without the miracle or transformation potions. Given how precious they looked, that was only natural.
Six scrolls remained in the lower section—they’d burned through most of them in combat.
But there was no cause for regret, so Cheon-ho set that aside and checked the midsection.
The midsection.
Where the dragon-scale armor had been in the first carrier.
There sat a sack of rice and some jars.
He wasn’t seeing things. A genuine sack of rice and jars.
And a handwritten note that looked like Father’s.
It was Father. No doubt about it. He didn’t even need to check the handwriting.
Cheon-ho’s eyes welled up unbidden as he opened a jar. The angels startled and pinched their noses, but not Cheon-ho. A broad smile spread across his face.
[My liege, what in the world is that?]
“Jang.”
Gochujang, doenjang, and soy sauce.
He’d thought about making them someday since he had the beans, but never gotten around to it.
‘Agh, Father.’
Pure light. Radiance upon radiance.
“H-Hero, is that... food?”
“Yeah. Not sure if it’ll suit your tastes, Lucille... but I’ll show off my cooking skills for dinner tonight.”
At Cheon-ho’s response, all the angels turned back to the jars once more.
The strange-smelling foodstuffs they’d never seen before were unnerving, but these angels were already thoroughly accustomed to Cheon-ho.
Just the fact that he was cooking filled them with great expectations.
“There seem to be seedlings too.”
Eizel pulled out a pouch as she spoke. It contained rice and bean sprouts, along with various other seedlings.
‘Father through and through.’
Ever self-sufficient, no matter the time or place.
“Let’s keep going.”
The third carrier was nearly identical to the second.
The only difference was a few bottles of what were clearly growth accelerators for farming.
Then the fourth carrier.
The angels’ reactions were a mix of joy and envy upon seeing the midsection. More precisely, Lucille was as thrilled as Cheon-ho had been upon finding the rice, while the other angels eyed her jealously.
[M-Mother...]
Even Mitra let out a voice thick with emotion, actually sniffling a little in genuine感動.
The fourth carrier’s midsection.
Inside were three small clothing boxes.
For son.
For angel.
For holy sword.
Incredibly straightforward labels.
Cheon-ho opened his first. This time, there was a note from Mother.
Wise words, as expected.
No matter how high-performance the dragon-scale armor was, it was still armor.
The box contained underwear and a few comfortable outfits. Some were Earth clothes, others clearly from Phaien.
“Hero, may I open mine?”
“Of course.”
“Eee, open it quick. Let us have a look.”
The order was Lucille, Cheon-ho, Eizel.
Raguel and Aurael watched with brimming curiosity too.
“Opening it.”
Lucille beamed as she opened her clothing box. Mother’s note appeared again.
A smile came naturally. Like Cheon-ho’s, it held several sets of underwear and pretty casual clothes.
“I’ll wear them well, Mother.”
Lucille beamed with joy, while Eizel and the other angels looked envious. Angels might feel negative emotions like jealousy less often, but they still felt envy.
“But there’s one for Lady Mitra too?”
Eizel asked half in question. After all, Mitra was a holy sword.
“Mitra, shall we open yours now?”
[No, later. When we’re alone. I’d like that.]
Unlike the dragon-scale armor, it was unlikely to affect her mental world. But still, it was fine. Cheon-ho’s mother was the first to ever gift clothing to Mitra herself.
Even if she couldn’t wear it, she’d be grateful a thousand times over.
“She wants to open it later.”
When Cheon-ho explained for the angels, they looked a bit disappointed but nodded. They wouldn’t argue with Mitra handling her own gift.
The carrier exploration continued.
The fifth carrier also had a clothing box—for Cheon-ho, Mitra, and Lucille again—so the angels’ envy and disappointment doubled.
The sixth held items Father had clearly packed.
“Tool set!”
Everything for handiwork, truly.
Shovels, pickaxes, hammers—of course—plus a power drill and chainsaw rechargeable with mana!
Cheon-ho’s eyes weren’t the only ones sparkling.
The angels, now excited at the word “work,” lit up at his explanations too.
More items emerged from subsequent carriers.
Unlike the last time, which had felt like just a first-aid kit, this batch seemed sent with full confidence of delivery—varied in type and plentiful in quantity.
And the final carrier.
It was modest.
Compared to the others, calling the midsection empty wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
But the moment Cheon-ho checked the contents, he held his breath.
If the first carrier with the dragon-scale armor had been Mother’s masterstroke, then this final one felt like Father’s.
Two books lay in the midsection.
One prepared by Father, the other by Mother.
The left one, from Father.
Not an ancient tome.
The modern, pristine cover bore five clear letters.
Their meaning was obvious. Cheon-ho pulled out the book and opened it. Father’s note appeared.
I heard you can use mana now.
So you can do it on your own now, right?
Cheon-ho nodded unconsciously.
He flipped through a few more pages.
The Four Guardian Kings Martial Arts, of which he’d only learned the basics.
The rest was detailed step by step. It was like a corrected version of the martial arts manual.
[You’ll merge with the Sword of Dawn.]
Mitra murmured softly, and Cheon-ho nodded.
As Leon had said, the hero’s sword was everything to the hero.
Beneath the Sword of Dawn, all Cheon-ho’s skills became one. The new Four Guardian Kings techniques he’d learn would be the same.
[I’ll help with all I have.]
“That’s reassuring.”
Mitra was practically the strongest swordsman in the Labyrinth World, after all. She’d be a huge aid in incorporating the Four Guardian Kings Martial Arts under the Sword of Dawn.
Cheon-ho caressed the cover of the Four Guardian Kings Martial Arts once more.
More than the joy of acquiring a powerful manual, it was the fact that he could learn Father’s martial arts that touched him deeply.
He wanted to become like Father.
To see the same sights Father had.
And someday, surpass him.
‘I’m pretty simple-minded.’
Cheon-ho grinned unwittingly, set down the Four Guardian Kings Martial Arts, and turned to the book on the right.
Not an instant tearjerker like the left, but important in its own way.
The leather-bound tome, thick with fantasy vibes, bore Mother’s handwriting atop it.
An instruction manual.
Meaning the carriers had built-in functions worth explaining.
The angels and heroes thought the same, inwardly chanting “Hurry up!” as they watched Cheon-ho.
He opened the book and scanned the table of contents on the first page.
Two sections stood out most.
Transformation.
And fusion.
Magic words to excite any man.
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It’s all for eating and living, right?
Living far from home is tough. Sometimes you need hometown food to recharge.
Dragon-scale armor is armor, after all.
Wear comfy clothes normally.
Take good care of my son.
This is a little bribe.
Four Guardian Kings Martial Arts.
Carrier Instruction Manual.
“How’s the Hero?”
“He just went to bed.”
Twenty minutes after the joyful carrier unboxing filled with happiness and laughter.
Cheon-ho was absent from the group still gathered in the drawing room.
As Lucille said, he’d gone to sleep.
Truth be told, Cheon-ho was dying to test the carriers’ transformation and fusion right away.
But circumstances weren’t ideal.
For one, they were indoors.
The ceiling was reasonably high, but not enough to handle the 3-4 meter carriers transforming and fusing one by one.
Testing would require going outside the smithy—practically opening the castle gates, not just stepping out front—so he hesitated.
Mana was an issue too.
To defeat the evil god Kabrakasa, Cheon-ho had exhausted his mana and stamina to the point he couldn’t lift a finger. Transforming and fusing the carriers would take considerable mana, and using limited potions just for a test felt like waste.
So Cheon-ho decided to rest first.
A good sleep would restore his stamina and mana, and the impatience to try it out would fade while he slept.
“As expected of the Hero. Impressive.”
Raguel murmured softly, glancing toward the rock dwarves and heroes.
Men were the same across races, all fidgeting restlessly over the carriers.
‘Not just men, huh.’
Lucillia was ogling the carriers eagerly too.
“Hey, um.”
Just then, Silikiel sidled up and spoke.
Lucille smiled angelically in response.
“Yes, Senior Silikiel? What is it?”
“Well, I was just curious.”
Silikiel sat naturally beside Raguel, pulling Lucille down next to her.
Lucille blinked questioningly, and Silikiel asked in a slightly awkward tone.
“The Hero’s parents... what do they do?”
The moment Silikiel asked, not just those admiring the carriers but even the resting angels all turned toward Lucille.
Truth was, they’d all been wondering but hadn’t voiced it.
“Oh.”
Lucille got it. Come to think of it, Silikiel, Lucillia, and the angels and heroes who’d joined at the smithy knew nothing of Cheon-ho’s background.
“Well, you see.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Silikiel’s eyes sparkled, and the angels and heroes gathered around. Seated among them, Lucille smiled unwittingly. Her cheeks kept loosening.
“The Hero’s father... is a hero.”
“Huh?”
“A hero. He saved a world called Phaien.”
Lucille said proudly, and Eizel nodded beside her.
“Yeah, the Hero’s father is amazing. He even beat the Demon King.”
“The Demon King?!”
Lucillia gasped, but the group—now close to her—knew why and focused on the conversation with Silikiel.
“S-So those are basically supplies from that Phaien world?”
“Yes. And the Hero’s mother is amazing too.”
“Yeah, we don’t know details, but she’s amazing anyway.”
As Lucille and Eizel spoke in turn, Silikiel furrowed her brow.
People who sent stuff like that had to be impressive, but specifically how and what?
“Hey, you two don’t actually know much either, do you?”
“Eek.”
“Urk.”
Lucille and Eizel both reacted at once. Raguel, watching from the side, chuckled softly.
“The Hero’s told us almost nothing about Mother. But... the Goddess of Healing said she’s a transcendent being.”
“A transcendent!”
It wasn’t just Silikiel. All the angels and heroes gasped.
“No wonder he’s so strong.”
The child of a world-saving hero and a transcendent.
In Labyrinth World terms, like a child of first-gen hero Leon and the Goddess of Healing.
Silikiel looked at the carriers anew.
Aid supplies from another world’s transcendent.
The already incredible carriers felt even more so.
“Hehe.”
As everyone marveled, Lucille smiled and shrugged. Her cheeks loosened further.
‘He’s our Hero. Our Hero. Father and Mother are ours.’
Having boasted inwardly, Lucille exchanged proud shrugs and grins with Eizel.
Silikiel smiled softly at the pair and asked something else.