Reincarnated as a Sword Vol. 4

by Yuu Tanaka

  “Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I must be going.”

  “You’re running away?”

  “Of course I am! No point in carrying out the rest of my plan with Linford dead. I was going to mass produce Fiends to kill the people of the city. Then, I could use their souls to break the seal of the Evil One’s Flesh Lump. It would’ve worked too, if Linford succeeded in drawing the Evil One’s power via the temple, but as things stand—”

  Teacher.

  I know.

  Fran only said my name, but I knew her intent.

  I teleported us behind the mad alchemist, and she swung me right at him. Fran launched her attack without delay, almost before the spell could end. It would’ve been impossible to pull off without our perfect harmony.

  “!”

  I got front row seats to see Zelyse’s dumbstruck expression. Emphasis on “dumb.”

  Got you!

  Zelyse disappeared, melting away into the aether just as I grazed his neck. He wasn’t using Space-Time Magic! I knew that for sure.

  We were so close.

  Hm…!

  Fran bit her lip in frustration.

  Jet! Track him down!

  “Arf…”

  Jet shook his head regretfully. Zelyse’s scent was gone.

  Guess not.

  “Woof…”

  Aww, I’m not blaming you, boy. It’s not your fault.

  Jet might have the greatest nose in the world, but he would be hard-pressed to track down a teleporting foe.

  I know it’s frustrating…but let’s do something else.

  “Hm. There’s still Fiends to clean up.”

  Yeah. Even then, our job’s not over.

  Fran needed some rest, but we couldn’t leave the city to fend for itself. I doubted she could rest with the situation as it was anyway.

  “Well, travelling in a pack is a waste of our talents, I think. Let’s split up and exterminate some monsters!”

  Gammod barked out our marching orders.

  YEAH!!!

  And the all stars went their separate ways.

  We should get going, too.

  “Hm!”

  “Woof!”

  Zelyse

  “Phew. I will never get used to that girl!”

  Beastgirl Fran of the Black Cat Tribe. The weakest of the beastman tribes turned out to be the greatest wrench in my plans.

  My blood froze as I parted from her. To think that such a young girl had the cold determination to lop someone’s head off. She teleported without warning, and I only sensed her when she was already behind me.

  A terror of a girl. So used to killing at such a young age.

  What was she? I hadn’t been this interested in someone for a long time.

  “Heh heh. Well, I still won our match because I managed to escape—urk!”

  A splatting sound.

  “What?”

  Followed by warm fluid trickling down my neck. It was blood, of course.

  Warm red blood flowed with every beat of my heart.

  “She grazed me.”

  I trembled. She had imbued her sword with a potent toxin.

  “Oh, this is bad.”

  I hurried to take out an alchemic potion and downed it. The elixir served to heal all status ailments and wounds, and produced blood in its user. I emptied the bottle. My wounds closed, the trembling stopped, and my clouded vision turned clear again.

  “And here I thought I made the perfect escape.”

  When was the last time I felt panic like this? She might have taken off my head if I delayed my teleportation by even a millisecond. If the graze were deeper, the poison might have prevented me from drinking the antidote.

  That girl was a thorn in my side.

  “I’m wearing my good robes, too.”

  My blood was unusual, thanks to a chain of human experimentation. As such, getting it out of clothing was difficult. I wondered what would happen if it came in contact with Cleansing Magic.

  “Black Cat Fran…I hope we meet again. I would love to experiment on you.”

  Morning rose on the horrors of the night before.

  “Here you go.”

  “Be careful, it’s quite hot.”

  “Hm.”

  We were at our food cart, handing out curry bread for free. Well, not entirely free. The Count was still compensating us for our goods. There wasn’t even much of a difference in our profit margin compared to regular sales.

  After Zelyse got away, we spent the night hunting down the remaining Fiends. We took down about ten of those monsters by ourselves. Forlund racked up twenty. None of the abominations were left by sunrise, and peace started returning to the city.

  The cooking contest was cancelled for obvious reasons. A lot of people were dead, and the city was in disarray. Not to mention that some members of the Chefs’ Guild had been in Brook’s pocket.

  An abrupt end to the contest would only make the people more anxious, of course. So we rolled our food cart out and gave curry bread to anyone who wanted it. Even if they weren’t freshly fried, they still served to lessen the severity of the emergency.

  We didn’t mind. We had a lot of curry bread left over, and we were still getting compensated for them. The other contestants agreed to it, too.

  “No fighting now! We still have lots to give away!”

  “This was in the running to win the entire cooking contest. You can’t afford to miss it!”

  Fran, let’s move to the next spot.

  The Crimson Maidens were doing a great job at pulling in customers. We’d offered to use Jet as our lovable mascot, but the Count shot that idea down. The citizens of the Bulbola didn’t need another reason to feel uneasy. He also cited hygiene reasons, since Jet was much too big, prompting our direwolf to sulk in a corner.

  The Count didn’t have to go that far!

  Fran offered to help promote our curry bread, but the Crimson Maidens refused out of pride. They might have been inferior to a little girl in terms of fighting strength, but they were definitely the better saleswomen. The girls were very insistent.

  The Count asked us to distribute our bread as much as we can.

  “Hm.”

  Later, Phillip visited our food cart to hand us our payment.

  We learned a lot from him. The Count took all responsibility for what happened in the Christon family. The family wasn’t getting kicked out of Bulbola though. They established the city two hundred years ago, and now the eldest had played a major role in resolving the crisis. That didn’t change the fact that the second and third sons were planning a coup. They would be remembered for bringing shame to the family. Phillip intended to give the people of Bulbola what was rightfully theirs. Handing out free food was part of his plan.

  Although the citizens knew about the apparent corruption of the Count’s sons, the prince said they were ignorant of what went on beneath it.

  We’d returned to the Count’s estate after cleaning up the remaining Fiends. Fult and the others welcomed us back with an embrace. They were too worried to sleep. I couldn’t say I blamed them. After Linford defeated their demons, the prince and princess left the estate to help Fran, much to the protests of Sellid. But the battle was already over by the time they reached the temple. All that was left was a mountain of rubble. We were out killing Fiends at the time, but there was no way for Fult and Satya to know.

  That was how the Phyllian royals came to their sleepless night. Their vigil continued until Fran unceremoniously showed up. Satya was crying, which was normal enough. But I was quite surprised to see Fult crying, too. Had he fallen for her? I would usually intervene with a telekinetic shove, but I decided not to ruin the moment. Maybe he was just worried.

  I’ll let you off this time, prince, but there won’t be a next!

  The real mess came after that. With my identity revealed, there were a barrage of questions from the twins. Fran told me she didn’t want to keep any secrets from them. Well, she got her wish. We told them our
story from the beginning.

  They were astonished that the mysterious cooking master turned out to be a sword.

  “To think that a sword can cook so well… The world is a mysterious place.”

  Fran apologized for not telling them earlier, but the twins weren’t angry with her. They understood the need for secrecy, since they were in possession of a Godsword. Although it was highly likely a spell prevented them from talking too much about the divine weapon.

  We slept in Satya’s room afterwards. Her chamber was more than suited for a princess. The room was ten times more luxurious than I initially thought. The curtains looked like they were made from a mineral weave.

  I didn’t know whether to call it a stroke of good luck or terrible misfortune, but the battle with Linford had forced me to reveal myself to Fran’s closest friends. The consequences were as difficult as the fight had been.

  Is the town really going to be all right? I said, recalling our conversation with Phillip. The Alchemists’ Guild is destroyed, the Count is stepping down, and a lot of people are dead.

  It was going to take some time before Bulbola could get back on its feet.

  “I’m worried about the orphanage.”

  Amanda’s there to take care of them. They’ll be fine.

  “Yeah. Amanda wouldn’t make kids cry.”

  I’m more worried about the Chefs’ Guild. I don’t think they’ll fall apart immediately, but…

  “!”

  Fran’s eyes widened, and she sat straight up.

  Fran? You okay, there?

  “Without the contest we can’t go to the finals…”

  Well, yeah.

  “Then he can’t eat our curry!”

  Oh, right. The old man.

  “He got away!”

  No, he did not. There’s nothing we could’ve done about it anyway.

  I’d completely forgotten about Fran’s little feud. I wondered if the old gourmand was doing all right. He wasn’t a bad guy, and I wished him well.

  Just as we were setting up our food cart, Meckam, the man in question, appeared. It almost made me think that he’d overheard my thoughts. He looked cross as usual, waiting impatiently for us to finish our preparations. He must want a piece of our curry bread.

  “Hm?”

  “I came, just as I promised.”

  “Have a seat. You’ll need it.”

  “Don’t keep me waiting.”

  Meckam grinned back at Fran. Judith was creeped out. Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she saw the beginning of the duel. Maya, well…I had no idea what she was thinking. The ditz was a lot harder to read than her self-proclaimed cool girl teammate.

  Meckam waited by the side of the cart. Ten minutes later, Fran presented him with a single plain curry bread.

  “Well, then.”

  I was nervous now. I’d had confidence in it so far, but now it would be judged by an actual food critic. He gobbled it down, savoring every morsel.

  “Hm.”

  “Well?”

  “It’s a shame I still have other foods to taste.”

  Uh, did that mean he liked it?

  “Your fried bread is not only a novelty, but a delicious novelty. The contrasting textures must’ve been difficult to achieve. Your curry filling was specifically tailored to match the fried bread, bringing the best out of both ingredients. Your master has written the first recipe in the newest page of the cooking world. Tell him I think this is a wonderful dish, made with care and originality.”

  That was the longest food review I’d ever gotten, but I’d take it! He liked it!

  “You’re welcome.”

  “I am sorry that this contest ended midway.”

  “Hm? But it’s not the guild’s fault.”

  “Even so. Some of our members were accomplices to the conspiracy. We are not entirely without blame. I challenged you to come to the finals with a dish that would impress me, but the finals are no more. I’m sorry. Your curry bread definitely would’ve taken you there.”

  Did he come all this way just to keep his promise? The old gourmet was more of a gentleman than I thought.

  “Your curry bread is delicious, and I apologize for my previous sentiments. Your master is truly a great chef.”

  “Hah!”

  Fran, you’re supposed to be graceful here, not rub your victory in his face!

  Fortunately, the old man didn’t seem to mind Fran’s showboating.

  Boy, was I getting tired though. We needed a break from handing out curry bread. I wasn’t doing anything to warrant a break, you say? Oh, but I was. I still kept watch in case anything bad happened. Also, I cooked all of the curry bread we had in our Pocket Dimension, so there.

  A sudden influx of people came to our cart, and the line got much longer. I overheard them saying that Meckam’s choice couldn’t be wrong. The old man was famous here in Bulbola.

  “Uh, why are all these people here?”

  “We can’t keep up.”

  “I bet they’re here because of how hot I am!”

  Our break would have to be put off until later. We would’ve made a lot of money with this many customers… Phillip’s compensation money was enough, I guess. We made profit just on that.

  We’ve made a lot of money since coming to Bulbola.

  Phillip’s compensation was close to a million gold, and we still had monster materials to sell.

  “Yeah. We can buy a lot of stuff now.”

  Anything tickle your fancy, Fran? Maybe an ingredient you want me to work with?

  “Of course. But that’s not what I have in mind.”

  For once, food wasn’t Fran’s top priority. That was odd. Did she want some girly accessories? Maybe a cute dress?

  No, of course not.

  “I want to spend it on crystal.”

  Crystal?

  “Yeah. We’ll buy crystal for you to absorb so you can rank up. We might be able to find some for sale here.”

  Are you sure?

  I felt bad that she wanted to buy crystal for me. Not that I was stingy or anything. I didn’t mind spending money on potions, equipment, and food. But all these supplies were for Fran. I always thought of crystal as something I needed to get by myself.

  Of course, I knew that if I got stronger, Fran would get stronger as well.

  It was time for it, I supposed. I hadn’t had many opportunities to absorb crystal since we got to Bulbola.

  It might be easier for us to start buying crystal from now on. My rank requirement was steadily climbing. Leveling up would only get harder.

  “I’ll sell everything we don’t need and use the money for crystal.”

  Yeah. We might get some leads if we ask the guild and the LTA.

  We were looking for whole, high-rank crystal. The contents of our Pocket Dimension were starting to look like a shipwreck, so some spring cleaning would do it some good.

  As soon as we finished administering curry bread, we went to the Lucille Trade Association to meet our friend Captain Rengill. It was nice seeing he wasn’t hurt during the ordeal.

  “Thank you for waiting. Here is your money, and I’ll get someone to take your goods right away.”

  Our main goal was to get rid of the clutter we had gathered in our Pocket Dimension. We sold everything from low tier magivices to equipment and jewelry.

  I thanked Rengill for seeing us so late at night.

  Letting go of some pieces of equipment was difficult. Like the King Cobra Dagger with the Venomlord Fang skill and the Nether King Cloak. I steeled myself through it and felt much better with a tidier Pocket Dimension. We netted a total of six and a half million gold. I could feel my monetary senses twisting.

  Now for the crystal.

  “Hm.”

  “So about the crystal you asked for…”

  Rengill hesitated. Was he going to back out of our deal?

  “Bulbola is in the middle of a crystal shortage.”

  “How come?”

  “The Alchemists’ Guild b
ought it all up recently. Anything over D-Threat is hard to come by.”

  Zelyse! That fiend had gone too far!

  “But you do have some.”

  “Yes. Only five, but all of excellent quality.”

  We had asked for quality over quantity, but it looked like he went out of his way to get the cream of the crop.

  “However…because of the shortage, our prices have gone up.”

  Now the already pricey high-rank crystal was even more expensive. The five crystal Rengill prepared for us priced at a total of four million gold, but we didn’t have much choice.

  The Adventurers’ Guild didn’t sell crystal to individual adventurers. If the LTA couldn’t provide us with it either, then we were out of luck in Bulbola.

  Identify couldn’t tell what skills a crystal held, but it could tell its rank. Three B-Threats and two C-Threats. I didn’t think Rengill would take advantage of us, so I decided that the price was right. We’d done an expensive bit of shopping tonight… I hoped the skills weren’t duds. That would be the worst.

  “Junk crystal are the only ones we have left.”

  “Junk crystal?”

  “Yes. That’s what we call crystal that are lower than G-Threat. Usually they come from goblins and fanged rats and the like.”

  “And you have a lot of them?”

  “I bought them up to hedge against the crystal shortage, but…I don’t think there’s any real way to use them.”

  Teacher?

  Take it. It’s not a bad deal.

  Goblins had a lot of skills, despite their low level. Might as well buy them all while we were here. We bought three hundred junk crystal, along with some daily use ones. I had no idea what they were for, but they all contributed to my counter.

  “Are you sure? I’ll remind you again that these are junk.”

  “No problem.”

  “All right. You’ve really helped me out tonight, so let me add a little something on top.”

  This crystal pile cost us a hundred thousand gold. Crystal prices only started to skyrocket from D-Threat upward. E-Threats were on the cheaper side, since they could be used by normal civilians. The most expensive of them all, the crystal of an Icerock Ape, only cost us three thousand gold.

  We’ll absorb them tonight.

  “Hm!”

  Our lease on the old restaurant ran out tomorrow, so we should still be able to sleep there tonight. As much as I wanted to indulge myself with crystal, we had a promise to keep. Colbert was planning a wrap up party even before the contest was cancelled. He was waiting for us when we got to the meeting spot.