172. The Black Cat
I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)
172. The Black Cat
The Disaster Pillbugâs corpse was kinda a bit too big to fit in the Guildmasterâs room, so we dumped it in the dismantling room together with all our other non-quest related materials. This action also served a second purpose. One of the guildâs clerks would be helping us evaluate its worth.
I was a bit worried as to whether or not weâd actually be able to sell it seeing as how it wasnât dismantled, but I soon recalled that the guild did actually offer a dismantling service, albeit at a bit of a price.
According to Erza, the fee for said service wasnât fixed. It could vary based on how large and difficult to dismantle the magic beast in question happened to be.
ãHmmm⦠I donât think itâll cost you any more than 40k Golde. I think they only charged The Hundred Blade about 40k-50k for the B ranked Lesser Dragon he brought in that one time. Do you know about him? Hundred Blade Forrund, I mean.ã
ãNn. Met in Barbra.ã
ãWow! Iâm so jealous! Heâs soooo cool! I just canât help but look up to him. Donât you think so too, Fran?ã
ãNn. Very strong. Will become that strong too someday.ã
ãThatâs not what I mean! Come on Fran, donât you think heâs really hot and dreamy? Heâs just my type.ã
Erza started doing the usual thing and twisting his body back and forth whilst wearing an expression you probably wouldnât expect to see on anything other than a maiden in love. Honestly, at this point, Iâd already gotten so used to him that he actually started kind of looking like a girl. Kinda.
ãNn?ã
ãOh, how Iâd love for him to embrace me with his thick burly arms while whispering words of love.ã
Welp. Sure sucks to be Forrund right now. I actually just flat out feel sorry for him. You know, this is probably the first time Iâve ever felt any sympathy for any sort of super good looking guy. I guess being attractive isnât without its detriments after all.
Erzaâs words were explicit, but Fran didnât really seem to catch his drift regardless.
ãI guess you might as well just nod along for now.ã
ãNn.ã
ãOh, you see where Iâm coming from, Fran?ã
ãNn.ã
ãHe sure is hot, isnât he?ã
ãNn.ã
ãIt looks like we might just have similar tastes in men.ã
ãNn.ã
Fran casually nodded along and affirmed Erzaâs statements as brought out the materials she wanted to sell.
The staff member responsible for appraising the items Fran was selling had a look on his face that almost made it seem as if heâd completely lost all faith in humanity. He simply had nothing to say, and didnât know how to feel. On his left was a homo wriggling his body back and forth as he acted like a girl in love. On his right was a small child diligently sorting a whole slew of materials without even the slightest change in expression.
ãTake pillbug out here too?ã
ãHuh? What? O-Oh, yeah, sure.ã
ãNn.ã
Fran dumped the Disaster Pillbugâs corpse onto the floor. It had yet to be dismantled, so it was in the exact same state itâd been in right after its death. The room was immediately filled with a putrid stench as a result. It was one born from a mix of the creatureâs electric burns and the simple unpleasant odor its bodyâs fluids happened to give off. Speaking of which, said fluid had yet to stop dripping out from within the insectâs open wounds.
Insect-type magic beasts had the tendency to be much more grotesque than their beast-like counterparts, and this one in particular was especially so as a result of its massive size. In fact, it was so much more disgusting than usual that even the clerk in charge of dismantling ended up grimacing in response.
Despite that though, the clerk ended up approaching it. Wow. I really had to give it to him. Dude was one hell of a professional.
He, however, was pretty much the only man present capable of really keeping his cool. A certain other person happened to freak the hell out.
ãGyaaah!ã
ãErza?ã
ãEeeeeeeeeekkkkkk!ã
The sudden throaty scream had sounded so panicked that Iâd almost thought something serious had happened.
ãSomething wrong?ã
ãT-Thereâs a bug!ã
ãNn. Pillbug.ã
ãH-Hiiiiii!!ã
Erzaâs face paled as he clasped both hands to his chest and started trembling in terror. His legs were shaking in much the same manner as those of a newly born deer.
The immediate conclusion I made was that Erza just wasnât a bug person. He didnât seem capable of handling them, and that was that. The pillbugâs ridiculous size didnât really help his case either. In fact, it probably was doing the exact opposite.
The specific emotion reflected in his eyes wasnât disgust, but rather terror. God, is he actually supposed to be some sort of pure maiden? Er, I guess he does have a heart like one, sooooâ¦
ãNn? Erza?ã
ãAaahhhâ¦ã
Fran, on the other hand, didnât actually seem to have a particular disdain for any sort of creature whatsoever. She stared at Erza with a confused look on her face; she seemed not to have even the slightest bit of an understanding of the other partyâs fear of bugs.
Erzaâs screams started escalating in volume in the meantime, and his face had began warping to an even greater degree. That said though, his was no longer the face that contained in it the most fear. The clerk had gotten extremely pale for some odd reason, but spoke in as comforting a tone as he could manage regardless.
ãP-Please calm down Erza! That isnât a bug!ã
ãI-It totally is!ã
ãIt just happens to resemble one. Thatâs it!ã
ãI donât believe you! It has to be a bug!ã
ãJ-Just think about it for a second. T-Thereâs no way a bug that big could actually exist.ã
ãBig bugâ¦? Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!ã
ãAw shit!ã
ãUguguguguguuuu!!!ã
ãCraap! Hey, you! Can you move that thing somewhere else? Like right now? Please?ã
ãShove it in storage for now. Iâm pretty sure the whole situation will spiral out of control if you donât.ã
ãNn!ã
Fran still didnât understand exactly what had happened, but she abided by the manâs request and immediately shoved the pillbug into storage as she had at least got the fact that something was wrong given that Erza had started tensing up.
ãEverythingâs okay Erza! Itâs not here anymore!ã
ãW-Whereâd the bug goâ¦?ã
ãGone.ã
ãM-Mkayâ¦ã
The tension thatâd filled the air around Erza dispersed as he fell flat on his butt. Seeing said action caused the clerk in charge of dismantling to breathe a sigh of relief.
ãW-Whew. Thanks.ã
ãWhat happened to Erza?ã
ãWell, you see, Erza isnât exactly comfortable around anything that resembles an insect. She gets so terrified of them that they make her go berserk. The rampage that ensues tends to produce some pretty terrible results, as sheâs still capable of using her skills quite masterfully even when not fully conscious.ã
ãAny problems in dungeons?ã
ãKinda, yeah.ã
Erza was still just as capable of making use of his abilities when in his berserked state, so he wouldnât die or anything, but that didnât mean he was problem free. Not being in control meant that he would not only cause damage through friendly fire, but also completely obliterate any monster-related materials and hence reduce his partyâs income.
He could tolerate smaller bugs, but he was known to go crazy if he got surrounded. Thereâd also been a case in which he went on a rampage after having a cockroach lunge straight at his face.
ãOne of his incidents had even lead to him sending about 20 of the guildâs clerks to the infirmary.ã
ãSounds like dangerous event.ã
ãThatâs cause thatâs exactly what it is. Her rampages are so crazy and sudden that even A-rank adventurers find themselves having a fair bit of trouble dealing with them.ã
The sudden appearance of a gigantic bug had pretty much put him on the verge of having one of his so called incidents.
ãErza, okay?ã
ãIâm sorry Fran⦠I just canât stand bugs!ã
I wanted to ask him the reason for his fears, but refrained because I figured there was a chance that recalling the memory would make him lose it. It looked like just casually pretending nothing ever happened would probably be in our best interest for now.
ãErza, leave room.ã
ãIâll do exactly that. Check in with me once youâre done, Iâll go have some tea.ã
With Erzaâs departure came a wave of silence; we finally found ourselves capable of selling our materials.
The pillbug sold for a total of 560k Golde. It was considered fairly difficult to dismantle, and thus, cost us about 30k, which meant we made an overall profit of 530k. The fact that it was worth way more than a high ogreâs hide, which averaged in at about 40k a piece, really served to provide a sense of scale and show off just how ridiculously large the Disaster Pillbug really was.
All in all, weâd made a total of 800k Golde since departing Barbra.
I wasnât really sure how we should feel. It felt like we were earning ourselves a bunch of money really easily, but it also kind of felt like weâd kind of put our lives on the line at the same time, so I couldnât really tell if it was worth it. Oh well, whatever works, I guess.
***
ãAre you all done now, Fran?ã
We found Erza doing exactly what he said heâd be doing after we finished selling everything. He was sitting at the guildâs bar, drinking a cup of tea together with an old man. The teapot he was using seemed rather stylish, whereas the cup was adored with a bit of a floral design. The tea was accompanied by a snack consisting of scones. The hell? Are we in a goddamn cafe or something?
ãDone.ã
ãWould you like some too?ã
ãOkay.ã
ãI have red tea, black tea, and ulm tea. Which would you like?ã
ãThat many choices?ã
ãMhmm. I recommend scones for the red tea, cookies for the black tea, and pie for the ulm tea. ã
ãâ¦Will have all.ã
ãOh my. Can you really eat that much?ã
ãCan.ã
ãAlright then. You heard the girl.ã
ãSure did.ã
The bartender had an old gentlemanly look to him. He didnât fit in with his rowdy surroundings. Fran seemed to feel the same way, as she had her head tilted in confusion.
ãThis place. Bar?ã
ãMhmm.ã
ãHahaha. I get that quite often. I can assure you that it is. However, Iâve started to stock a wider variety of tea and snacks at Erzaâs request.ã
ãTeehee. Thatâd be because the tea you make is always really delicious, which is also why I tend to punish everyone that troubles you just a teensy bit more than I normally would. Doing so teaches them just how great tea can be too. I think itâs become just about as popular as the alcoholic drinks you serve, right?ã
ãThatâs in part due to the rumours about how much you and the Guildmaster hate drinking. A fair number of our clients tend to pick tea over alcohol if either of the two of you are present.ã
I guess it does only make sense for people to have an aversion to the stuff if the guildâs two most influential figures have a dislike for it. In that sense, I guess you could say that Erza, like Dias, was abusing his power to do whatever he wanted. Er, actually I guess thatâs not quite right. Itâs more like heâs throwing around the influence brought about by peopleâs fear of and respect for him.
ãHereâs your first cup of tea, and a few snacks. Iâve started you off with the red tea.ã
ãNn.ã
Fran took a scone in each hand and devoured the entire plateâs worth in an instant. Iâm not even actually sure when it happened, but, she also somehow managed to down a tonne of cream and jam as well.
Erza enjoyed his team in a much more elegant manner as he watched over Fran with a smile. His hands were posed exactly as they shouldâve been; his pinky was sticking up and out. The sheer refinement of his mannerisms almost seemed to serve as a testament to the fact that he was really girly.
I was a bit worried about as to whether or not the old man sitting across from us would think poorly of Fran as a result of her poor mannerisms, but that fortunately didnât end up being the case. He was instead gazing at her endearingly, as he likely would his own grandchild.
If I was to judge his occupation purely off his attire, Iâd probably assume him to be some sort of adventurer.
ãFuofuofuo. The healthiest children are the ones with healthiest appetites..ã
ãWho?ã
ãOh, excuse me, I mustâve forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Radyer, a mere C ranked adventurer.ã
ãHeâs known for being Ulmuttâs oldest adventurer.ã
The fact that he was a white haired magician instantly made me assume that he was someone really strong. I was basically completely convinced that his rank was lower than it shouldâve been despite the vast extent of his experience because his body had gotten old and frail. I was also more or less sure of the fact that he used his wisdom and knowledge to compensate for his weaknesses.
ãHeâs actually realllly strong. Heâd be a B ranker if not for the sheer amount of time he spent as a court magician.ã
ãIâm fairly disheartened by the fact that you didnât claim me to be on par with an A ranker instead.ã
ãWell, thatâd be because A ranked adventurers are far out of the norm.ã
ãThat aside, Black Catkin adventurers sure are quite rare, arenât they?ã
Radyerâs evaluating gaze seemed to carry with it a hint of nostalgia.
ãItâs been about fifty years since Iâve last seen one, hasnât it?ã
ãHmmm? Fran isnât the only Black Catkin adventurer around, you know? Weâve got quite the number of them. In fact, they make up many of our new recruits.ã
ãIf youâre talking in technical terms and including all Black Catkin that are adventurers, then yes. But, there arenât any others this young or capable.ã
ãWell, I guess that is true. So youâre saying that there was another Black Catkin like Fran about fifty years ago?ã
ãThere was. The lass here is nearly identical to the one I met back then. Theyâve the same black hair and the same curt manner of speech. I canât recall her name, but I can still vividly recall the sharpness of her gaze.ã
Radyer closed his eyes and stroked his beard in order to better recall his distant memories.
ãI think she said she was 15. I also recall that she liked to solo, and would treat those that insulted her tribe without even the slightest shred of mercy. She would also attack Blue Catkin adventurers and violently perform acts of retribution. I believe she would cut off their tails as if it was nobodyâs business.ã
ãShe really does sound just like Fran.ã
ãDoesnât she? I believe she used to be called The Black Cat. There used to be a rumour that said any that involved themselves with The Black Cat would but lose their lives.ã
ãThat person, where now?ã
ãI have no idea. She just suddenly vanished one day. Iâve no idea as to whether she died, or simply happened to leave town.ã
ãOhâ¦ã
If she was really that strong, then she, like Fran, had probably been seeking evolution. If this all happened 50 years ago, then thereâs actually a chance sheâs still alive. Iâd like for us to talk to her and have her tell us everything sheâs learned. Iâm also a bit curious about the part where she just upped and vanished.
ãThe reason I donât know is because The Black Cat and I werenât what one could call intimate. Aurel, one of my old party members, however, might.ã
ãThat sounds just perfect. The two of us were planning to go see Grandpa Aurel soon anyway. Why do you think heâd know though?ã
ãThere are quite a few reasons. The first is because theyâre both beastkin, and the second is because I happened to see them speaking with one another on multiple occasions. The third would likely be because she had apparently saved him once in the past. He warned us not to ever mess with her thereafter. It was a fair warning. I may very well have hit on her given her appearance and how I was in the past.ã
ãWas The Black Cat really cute?ã
ãShe was. Just between you and me, Iâm almost certain that Aurel had fallen for her.ã
ãKyaaah!! Wait, does that mean Gramps is a lolicon?ã
ãNo, no, definitely not. He was still in his teens back then. It was way back when he was still known as a genius as a result of the fact that heâd broke the record for being the fastest adventurer to become a D ranker.ã
Right. For some odd reason, Iâd almost been under the impression that Dias, Aurel and Radyer had just always been old men. I almost forgot that they too had, at one point, been young. You know, to be honest, I canât even actually imagine them being young. Oh well, either way, I guess weâve got one more reason to go hit Aurel up now.