Chapter 36. The wedding place
‘If a girl invites you to a fancy place on the fifth date or later, it’s a good opportunity! Take this chance to push her!’
That day, an envelope arrived at Bash’s door. The envelope was made of well-tanned leather and embroidered with the Beastmen royal family crest in gold thread. Inside was a thick sheet of paper covered in gold leaf. It was a letter.
The letter read as follows:
“Tomorrow is the wedding of Inuella, the third princess and my sister. I envy her because everyone has given her their blessings. I hope we can do the same, but all my other sisters hold a grudge against the orcs. Even if you and I were to marry, we would not have their blessing. Therefore, I would like us to meet at least on this joyous day under the full moon. Only the moon will surely bless us. Please let us meet under the Sacred Tree when Inuella makes her speech. I wish only prosperity for the orcs and beastmen.
—Silviana.”
Had Bash and Zell acted as they normally would, they would not have understood the meaning of this letter. At best, they would have thought there must be something to talk about under the Sacred Tree. But now they had the magazine. Yes, the magazine also contained information about the Beastmen’s special phrases.
“Mister…”
“I know.”
'
“The day has finally come, hasn’t it?”
“That’s right…”
Among all the Beastmen phrases, there were two that were key:
‘The moon will bless us.’
“The full moon” was slang for mating season, and “the moon’s blessing” meant pregnancy. In other words, the literal translation was that she was in heat and wanted to give birth to his child. It was an invitation to have sex. There was no question about it. That was what the magazine said.
“Mister, I’m going to check it again.”
“Right.”
“According to the magazine, it’s foolish to let your guard down just because a beastwoman in heat makes such invitations. The chances of getting a woman are pretty high right now, but it also mentions the chance of being turned down at the last minute. That has to be taken into account.”
“Of course.”
'
“Also…” And then Zell looked at the last page of the magazine. There was something disturbing written there.
…No, they couldn’t help but think about that now…
But Zell deliberately ignored it. What it said was that in terms of targeting, there could always be one incredibly strong man who, like Bash, could take on an entire army, even if he acted with sufficient force. They should have been aware of the possibility that such a person existed, but it made no sense for those who had no countermeasures to worry about it in vain.
Bash had also read the statement on the last page. And he would fight bravely, even if this unexpected man stood in front of him.
“So, let’s go through everything before tomorrow! First, page 22: ‘Manners are important when you’re in a classy place!? And now you tell me! A Beastmen etiquette course!”
“I get it!”
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In the center of the capital of Lycant, the Royal Palace. People of all races from all over the world gathered. Beastmen, humans, elves and dwarves. Lizardmen, succubi, harpies, ogres, fairies and even demons. The only ones who were not invited were the orcs. But even so, one of them was present, looking as dignified and proper as could be expected. It was Bash, who introduced himself with an invitation.
“Hm, I see that even Sir Bash, the Orc Hero, is here.”
'
“Knowing the Beastmen, I thought they would eliminate any Orc who showed up for the celebration.”
“That is only natural. They would have no problem with any other orc, but I can’t imagine how they would eliminate a hero like Sir Bash.”
“I would like to greet him…”
“Hmm…”
“However, it wouldn’t be right to talk to him so casually…”
Still, only a few people approached Bash. Especially the members of the Seven Races Federation were uneasy, watching Bash from a distance. Bash’s war results were so great that even the leaders of each country were reluctant to talk to him. Or maybe it was because there were so many big shots. If it had been a small bar, or if it had been right after a battle in the arena, they would have been happy to approach him and ask to tell them about his exploits during the war.
But this was not the case. This was the royal palace of the Beastmen. This was the wedding hall of the Beastmen’s third princess, Inuella. In other words, they were in a diplomatic position. They could not act like the hero’s fanatics.
The beastmen’s royal family was hostile to the orcs. If anyone at the wedding of the Beastmen royal family were to be friendly with him, it might cause unwanted animosity.
“Hm, what’s wrong…?”
'
A shadow approached Bash. When it stopped beside him, he could see that the figure also had an assistant.
“Hmm?”
It was an elf. It was the elf they all knew. And then tension flared among those who knew the connection between the elf and the orc.
“Do-Dou af!?” (“Y-You are!?”)
This voice came from the elf. If you looked closely, you could see that she had a mouth full of something. The tables in the room were full of food, and the elf was chewing on every morsel. Her cheeks were as full as a squirrel’s.
It was fitting for a glutton. But many of the elves who knew the famine 400 years ago were like that. They knew that food was not always available when they wanted it, and that if they did not eat when they could, they would invariably starve. There was only one elf who knew what happened 400 years ago.
“Thunder Sonia.”
“She seems a bit confused, what is she doing?”
“I think she’s eating.”
Chapter 36. The wedding place
‘If a girl invites you to a fancy place on the fifth date or later, it’s a good opportunity! Take this chance to push her!’
That day, an envelope arrived at Bash’s door. The envelope was made of well-tanned leather and embroidered with the Beastmen royal family crest in gold thread. Inside was a thick sheet of paper covered in gold leaf. It was a letter.
The letter read as follows:
“Tomorrow is the wedding of Inuella, the third princess and my sister. I envy her because everyone has given her their blessings. I hope we can do the same, but all my other sisters hold a grudge against the orcs. Even if you and I were to marry, we would not have their blessing. Therefore, I would like us to meet at least on this joyous day under the full moon. Only the moon will surely bless us. Please let us meet under the Sacred Tree when Inuella makes her speech. I wish only prosperity for the orcs and beastmen.
—Silviana.”
Had Bash and Zell acted as they normally would, they would not have understood the meaning of this letter. At best, they would have thought there must be something to talk about under the Sacred Tree. But now they had the magazine. Yes, the magazine also contained information about the Beastmen’s special phrases.
“Mister…”
“I know.”
'
“The day has finally come, hasn’t it?”
“That’s right…”
Among all the Beastmen phrases, there were two that were key:
‘The moon will bless us.’
“The full moon” was slang for mating season, and “the moon’s blessing” meant pregnancy. In other words, the literal translation was that she was in heat and wanted to give birth to his child. It was an invitation to have sex. There was no question about it. That was what the magazine said.
“Mister, I’m going to check it again.”
“Right.”
“According to the magazine, it’s foolish to let your guard down just because a beastwoman in heat makes such invitations. The chances of getting a woman are pretty high right now, but it also mentions the chance of being turned down at the last minute. That has to be taken into account.”
“Of course.”
'
“Also…” And then Zell looked at the last page of the magazine. There was something disturbing written there.
…No, they couldn’t help but think about that now…
But Zell deliberately ignored it. What it said was that in terms of targeting, there could always be one incredibly strong man who, like Bash, could take on an entire army, even if he acted with sufficient force. They should have been aware of the possibility that such a person existed, but it made no sense for those who had no countermeasures to worry about it in vain.
Bash had also read the statement on the last page. And he would fight bravely, even if this unexpected man stood in front of him.
“So, let’s go through everything before tomorrow! First, page 22: ‘Manners are important when you’re in a classy place!? And now you tell me! A Beastmen etiquette course!”
“I get it!”
■
In the center of the capital of Lycant, the Royal Palace. People of all races from all over the world gathered. Beastmen, humans, elves and dwarves. Lizardmen, succubi, harpies, ogres, fairies and even demons. The only ones who were not invited were the orcs. But even so, one of them was present, looking as dignified and proper as could be expected. It was Bash, who introduced himself with an invitation.
“Hm, I see that even Sir Bash, the Orc Hero, is here.”
'
“Knowing the Beastmen, I thought they would eliminate any Orc who showed up for the celebration.”
“That is only natural. They would have no problem with any other orc, but I can’t imagine how they would eliminate a hero like Sir Bash.”
“I would like to greet him…”
“Hmm…”
“However, it wouldn’t be right to talk to him so casually…”
Still, only a few people approached Bash. Especially the members of the Seven Races Federation were uneasy, watching Bash from a distance. Bash’s war results were so great that even the leaders of each country were reluctant to talk to him. Or maybe it was because there were so many big shots. If it had been a small bar, or if it had been right after a battle in the arena, they would have been happy to approach him and ask to tell them about his exploits during the war.
But this was not the case. This was the royal palace of the Beastmen. This was the wedding hall of the Beastmen’s third princess, Inuella. In other words, they were in a diplomatic position. They could not act like the hero’s fanatics.
The beastmen’s royal family was hostile to the orcs. If anyone at the wedding of the Beastmen royal family were to be friendly with him, it might cause unwanted animosity.
“Hm, what’s wrong…?”
'
A shadow approached Bash. When it stopped beside him, he could see that the figure also had an assistant.
“Hmm?”
It was an elf. It was the elf they all knew. And then tension flared among those who knew the connection between the elf and the orc.
“Do-Dou af!?” (“Y-You are!?”)
This voice came from the elf. If you looked closely, you could see that she had a mouth full of something. The tables in the room were full of food, and the elf was chewing on every morsel. Her cheeks were as full as a squirrel’s.
It was fitting for a glutton. But many of the elves who knew the famine 400 years ago were like that. They knew that food was not always available when they wanted it, and that if they did not eat when they could, they would invariably starve. There was only one elf who knew what happened 400 years ago.
“Thunder Sonia.”
“She seems a bit confused, what is she doing?”
“I think she’s eating.”
