2 hours after Weed and his party hunted down the boss:
“Man, there’s very little sense of battle. It’s more like a production line where we just hack the monsters and then move on to the next room”
“Well this careful selection itself takes a lot of knowledge.”
5 hours pass:
“Whoa, that wsa very dangerous. Thank god the priest was with us”
“Due to the nature of the monsters, they were pretty dangerous for assassins like me”
9 hours pass:
“We have almost died twice in a row, and I’m so tired that I can barely lift my sword. Isn’t it past time to rest?”
“This is the first time I’ve spent so much time hunting. I’m mentally exhausted. Looking for their weak points and dealing critical blows? I’d rather just grab my daggers and roughly swing them around”
13 hours pass:
“We are all just being machines aren’t we?! I’ve now understand how easy normal parties are. “
“What is hunting? Why is the assassin class so disrespected in society (?)? Where is this? Who am I?
The hunt drags on and on, to the point where battles of life and death are looking like simple labor work. Finally, Python suppresses his pride and asks: “Weed can we have a little break?”
“We are conversing right now. This counts as a short break doesn’t it?” (?) Weed casually replies.
“However, if you really want a rest, it’ll probably be more comfortable to rest at the end of this dungeon. Let me speed up the hunting pace.”
The hunt then goes on for two more hours, but they finally manage to kill the boss monster. Although Alberon was able to stall the decline in physical strength and fatigue, it allowed the party to continue fighting. This was the first time where the holy magic felt so repulsive to Python and the assassin. The 2 drop onto the ground, drenched in sweat. They talk about how if somebody put as much effort into studying as they have into hunting, they could not only get into a top level university, but get a Nobel Prize as well. One of the two also says how it’s not a joke and how they are literally at their limits as human beings. Weed, on the other hand, just stands above the two, saying how the next dungeon is nice, cool, wet, and how it’ll be nice to take a break over there. The two reluctantly stand up and stumble to the next dungeon, collapsing near the bank of the water.
(note: translated part for the lolz)
“Oh, by the way, I forgot about one little fact. Don’t worry, it’s nothing important, but I feel like I should tell you anyways”
“What is it?”
“There is a species of monsters that lives near here. It’s because there’s drinking water here and abundant prey.
“So?”
Python didn’t want to think too deeply. After the hellish hunting session, all he wanted to do was to take a nap. (Sentence here about having resentment against Weed or something)
“But they are extremely territorial.”
“Territorial?”
“They really do not like intruders and because of their relatively high intelligence…”
Kaang! Kang! Kang!
The sound of large bone hitting together echo through the dungeon.
“If they detect an intruder, the whole tribe will come rushing here to repel the invaders.”
Python and the unnamed man could see the monsters rushing into the room.
The break ends and the battle begins.
In this dungeon, the cycle of monster hunting continues.
“We’ve been duped.”
“This guy is evil”
After a few hours, the battle finally ends, and the two drop onto the ground. They ask for a break but Weed is determined to continue. Python grows tired of such Weed’s machine-like way of hunting which turns everything into simple repetitive tasks and asks Weed if he can leave. Weed accepts
(Note: translation)
“Well, I’ll see you later in Mora Python”
“Yeah, I’ll see you in Mora…huh?”
Python stopped when a though struck him. Usually, he rides his horse back to town after going hunting. However, he is in the Southern Desert and his horse is in Mora.
Weed’s eyes glinted and his smile widened.
If the devil ever laughed, this would be his face.
“Mora’s very far away, you know?”
“Oh, I just remembered that. Unfortunately, I’m not familiar with the landscape of this region.”
“The nearest village is about 10 day’s walk away. Be careful to conserve your water.”
“If I don’t arrive within 10 days, won’t I die of thirst?”
“It shouldn’t be a problem for a strong fighter like you. The things you’ll have to look out for is the scalding, ankle-deep sand and the various monsters lying in wait for a traveler like you to pass, don’t you know?”
“……”
“Well, this information is a few hundred years old by know. I’m not sure if that city even exists now. But, all you have to do is cross the desert and go over the mountains. There, you should be able to find somebody that’ll take you to Mora. Come and drop by sometimes once you finally get back to Mora.”
Python thinks that Weed’s intimidation skills matched the Devil’s (he mutters about how Weed’s despicable and cowardly under his breath) but decides to continue hunting with Weed. The two talk among themselves, asking why Alberon and Pale are so calm and collected, thinking that they may just have an extremely strong mental and physical fortitude. Overhearing that, Pale just shakes his head and explains that he’s already had the experience of Weed’s hunts. (Something about people looking towards the next 10 days and eating dry fish?)
After the Porridge Cult’s overwhelming victory at the river, they are ecstatically celebrating. The victory proved to be a huge morale booster for them after a long string of defeats at the hands of the Haven Empire. Scene switches to Lavias, where a new Porridge Sect is being born. After the speaker finishes his/her inspiring speech, they pronounce the birth of the Porridge Sky Bag (?). The strengths and weaknesses of the Avians are then talked about. Although the Avians can fly, they are unable to wear armor and their melee attacks have to be at an extremely close range (beaks). Although this problem can be solved with a bow, going into bow range means that the enemies are also able to target you with their magic. Firebolt, Thunderbolt, and Icebolt are all very effective long range magic attacks. Lastly, their wings are very delicate and if there is any injury or damage to the feathers, they will fall.
The battle of Alcazar Bridge had the opposite result for the Haven Army. After that battle, their morale which was soaring due to the victory against Van Hawke plummeted. The leader of the army, Paesil, thinks about how Rafael will think unfavorably of this loss. His mind then turns to the 2 “factions” of the Hermes guild, the Ray Bard and the Rafael factions. Although most people believe that the 2 have different agendas, he knows that those two are working together in order to keep the guild united. (This is what I, as the summarizer, think the book means: If the guild was under one rule, then dissatisfied people will just splinter off from the guild. However, if there was an “opposing” faction present, then they would just join that faction. Because Bard Ray and Rafael are secretly working somewhat together on this, this will give an outlet for the “rebellious” players and keep them in the Hermes guild?) He then thinks back on his surprise when they got a staggering amount of investment recently. His mind then goes back to his current problem and he decides to march his army to the nearest forest so that they can build rafts to travel across the river (the Haven army didn’t have architects because they think that architecture is mostly useless in wars). The scene switches to the undercover Haven forces in the Arpen kingdom. The Haven operative reports the information they gathered on the most important people in Haven (also possibly a list of the people they have assassinated) and is then told to head to the palace to assassinate Weed.
Marpan whispers Weed’s party and tells them about Haven’s defeat at the River. The two men dryly express their congratulations. Weed smiles brightly, and to the two’s horror, says how that’ll mean that they can hunt for several more days now. They continue their cycle of hunting, only stopping to eat, go to the bathroom, and sleep for 4 hours.
Scene switches to the Haven Army who are marching through the mountains to reach the nearest forest to make rafts. However, when they arrived, they are shocked to see that the forest has completely disappeared. The scouts search around and then come back to report that they see trees that are walking away in the distance. The players surmise that this must be the doings of elves. Paesil has now choice but to order would to be transported to the river (taking up five days). The day when the rafts were built was extremely windy and raining hard. After waiting for half a day, Paesil decides to begin the crossing despite of the damage to morale caused by crossing a stormy river. After several attempts, the Haven army finally manages to establish a beachhead and ferry all of their troops. Because of the unfavorable terrain, 80,000 Haven troops have died in the process of crossing.