Chapter : 6 âHunting Is a Nobleâs Pastimeâ
Greetings. I am Viatoria Nico Fortesia. Right now, I have just been approached by some young noble boy.
The boy in front of me is a noble. Clearly, unmistakably a noble.
He is younger than I am, I would say. His silky, well-groomed blond hair, his porcelain-smooth skin, and his large sky-blue eyesâall of it screams âwell-bred young gentleman.â
He is probably trying to be incognito. His outfit resembles that of a novice mage, but to me it is painfully obvious. Silk robe? And protective magic woven into the lining in full force? Since when are beginner adventurers equipped like that? Are you mocking novices, I wonder!?
âWhat do you want? Make it quick. Iâm in a hurry.â
I decide to intimidate him first.
If he is a noble, he might be here to target me. I have no intention of being outmatched by such a frail-looking boy, but I also have no idea what might be backing him.
So I glare at him and say that.
âW-would you form a party with me!?â
ââŚHuh?â
That was not at all the answer I expected.
âYouâre going to defeat a dragon, right!?â
âYes, I am.â
He must have overheard my previous conversation with that skimming merchant girl. Thereâs no point hiding it, so I answer honestly.
His sky-colored eyes begin to sparkle with excitement⌠I already dislike where this is going.
âThen please take me with you! I want to defeat a dragon no matter what!â
âOh? No. I refuse. I have no need for dead weight.â
I have no reason to accept him. Honestly, if he thought I would accept just like that, he is far too naive.
âW-why not?â
So naive. Incredibly naive. This boy is hopelessly sheltered.
âIâm sure I can be useful! Iâve studied a bit of magicâŚâ
âIf you think âa bitâ of magic is enough to be useful in a dragon hunt, you should go back home.â
There is no benefit in continuing this conversation. I turn to leave.
âW-wait! Please! I really need to defeat a dragon! Iâll pay you!â
âŚbut then, something catches my interest.
âI am a noble, you see. I am traveling disguised as an adventurer for certain reasonsâŚâ
It is painfully obvious. He says it like itâs some grand secret.
ââŚI might listen to your story.â
A noble boy wandering alone like this⌠he might be useful in some way.
âMy name is Rital Pia Escuran. I am the third son of House Escuran.â
âŚAs I thought.
That face looked familiar.
âEscuran⌠that would make you a branch family of House Clarino.â
âYou know it!?â
âHouse Clarino is one of the most prominent noble families in the royal capital. Naturally, I know their branches at least somewhat.â
Well, I donât know much about Escuran itself, but I know Clarino very well. After all, they are connected to the family I plan to bring down.
Yes.
House Clarinoâthe very same fools who framed me and turned me into a disgraced noblewoman. Unforgivable.
âYou even resemble a member of House Clarino.â
âAll Clarino nobles have similar features: silky blond hair and blue eyes.â
âI was told I donât resemble my elder brotherâŚâ
âYour elder brother?â
âCrist Bey ClarinoâŚâ
Ah. That one.
Crist Bey Clarinoâthe only son of House Clarino.
He is also blond and blue-eyed, but in a far more masculine, soldier-like way. This boy is much softer in appearance.
Crist is the kind of man who already participated in dragon subjugation missions at this age. This boy, meanwhileâŚ
He looks like he would collapse if a strong wind blew.
âIâm weak⌠not like my brother or the others⌠Iâm better with magic, but people say Iâm not âmanlyââŚâ
Yes, I can see that.
I say nothing.
âI want to be like my brother⌠I want to gain experience⌠even if itâs just watchingâŚâ
How earnest. And how foolish.
âPlease! I want to prove I can make my parents proud!â
ââŚAnd end up being eaten by a dragon instead? You are dead weight.â
âUghâŚâ
I press further. Naivety must be corrected.
âI have no obligation to help you gain experience. If you want training, go with your familyâs knights. Asking me to carry you is no different from parasitism.â
âUghâŚâ
That lands well.
ââŚEven so, I want to take part⌠even just watchingâŚâ
A so-called âdragon-slayer dreamer,â as that merchant girl said. Truly hopeless.
But he is still a branch noble of Clarino.
That can be useful.
ââŚThen your request was worded incorrectly.â
âHuh?â
âInstead of asking me to form a party, you should have asked to hire me as your bodyguard.â
ââŚEh?â
I smile at him. His eyes blink repeatedly, then suddenly brighten.
âI will accept the dragon subjugation requestâand, as an extra, I will also serve as your escort for this so-called âdragon observation tour.â However, it will be expensive. Is that acceptable?â
âYes! Of course! Please take me!â
He didnât even ask the price. Truly, hopelessly naive.
ââŚVery well. Letâs depart immediately. Call me Aile.â
âYes! Lady Aile!â
And so, I ended up dragging along one extra burden on my dragon hunt.
Well, one extra person is hardly an issue. If he becomes too troublesome, I can simply abandon him somewhere in the mountains.
âŚStill.
âBy the way, about the paymentâŚâ
âBefore that, there are rules.â
I smile brightly.
âYou will obey all my orders. You will not leave my side. You will not interfere with my methods. And you will tell no one about me. I dislike unnecessary attention.â
âY-yesâŚâ
I make sure to secure his agreement.
ââŚWeâll discuss payment after the hunt.â
He nods energetically, still unaware of what heâs gotten into.
And so we set off immediately. We cannot allow anyone else to claim the dragon first.
Dragon hunting is harsh even on the road.
âD-do we really have to go through hereâŚ?â
âIf you donât like it, go home.â
âUuuuâŚâ
For a noble boy like Rital, this kind of forest is probably unbearable.
âL-look! Thereâs something there! And there too!â
âNo problem. A few crushed skulls will make the rest too afraid to attack.â
âE-ehâŚâ
A few arrows are enough.
I fire from horseback.
After several shots, I hear the sounds of collapsing bodies. The remaining monsters hesitate, then retreat in fear.
âŚbut thenâ
ââŚItâs coming.â
The forest shifts. It feels like the arrival of something powerful.
âC-coming? What isââ
I do not answer. I draw another arrow and wait.
And thenâ
âFinally! There it is!â
With trees snapping apartâ
âW-what!? An ogre!â
An ogre.
A powerful, violent monster.
A decent opponent.
I fire at its leg. A slight miss.
It does not stop.
I fire againâ
âDonât come near me! Water!â
Rital interferes.
A water sphere slams into the ogreâs face. It is immediately shaken off. Ineffective.
And worse, it disrupts my arrow. A near-perfect shot becomes a graze.
âUselessâŚâ
âStay back! Donât interfere!â
I step forward and prepare another arrow.
The ogre is enraged now.
No time to hesitate.
I coat the arrow tip with my own blood and aim.
âA-Aile-sama!â
âItâs fine.â
I wait until the last possible moment.
Then I release the arrow.
âHunting is a nobleâs pastime.â
The arrow pierces the ogreâs eye.
It collapses.
Twitches.
Then stops moving entirely.
Well, that is all there is to it.
For me, an ogre is nothing more than this.