I, Viretta, Am Going to Hunt a Dragon-Chapter 58

He was stumped by her question.

Come to think of it, Viretta was born with just one thing—her family.

Unlike the all-around Iola, she was just an ordinary person with average beauty, intellect, and strength.

Although they had only spent a short time together, he was sure he was smarter and stronger than her.

“I’m glad that someone with such enviable talents admires me. I don’t complain about what I don’t have, though.”

Saffron, who had subtly looked down on Viretta with the belief that he was better because he was born into a better family, felt a sharp pain, as if he had been deeply wounded.

“...”

She was right. No matter how much someone lacking what he had cried out, Viretta and the others would only find it laughable. Wasn’t he doing the same thing?

If Viretta Medlit really was better than him in anything, it was only her wealth, and yet, he had acted as though something was cruelly taken from him, directing anger toward her.

He imagined how Viretta, Iola, and other people in higher positions must have thought of him.

Just considering their feelings twisted his insides in a way that was hard to describe.

Not contempt, but indifference and subtle amusement.

Would he just let himself feel these emotions?

His feelings of defeat morphed into anger, and a spark ignited in his previously languid heart.

“If you really don’t want to leave with us, then we can part ways here. It’s your choice, after all. We’ll just find a new butcher.”

At the same time, a strange feeling toward Viretta Medlit rose inside him.

This person, after stirring up so much trouble, was trying to take him along without a hint of annoyance.

Her point of highlighting it wasn’t because she was angry but because she was telling him that if he was going to complain, he could leave.

She was kind and affectionate, yet fiercely self-centered, a trait that caught Saffron’s attention.

It wasn’t that he felt indebted to her, nor could he disregard the pang in his heart.

Suppressing the sharp, confusing feeling, Saffron lowered his head.

“...No. Thank you, Viretta.”

Viretta, who understood his response immediately, smiled brightly.

“Call me Viretta. You’re going to be a free person, right?”

“I’ll do that when I become a free person.”

Let’s hunt the dragon.

No matter how arduous or nearly impossible it seems, let’s follow Viretta.

If staying at the bottom only makes him a plaything for those above, then it’s better to go along.

Hunt the dragon, become a free person, and one day, press down Viretta Medlit’s proud nose.

If he gave up just because it would take time, she would go on without even acknowledging him, without remembering him.

The sharp, refreshing anger rose within Saffron.

For the first time in a long while, a clean smile appeared on his face.

“When that time comes, I’ll slap you in the face.”

“I look forward to it. But just so you know, I don’t give in to that level of complaints.”

Viretta confidently laughed and pulled Saffron’s hand toward her.

A skilled swordsman and magician.

A butcher to disassemble dragons, and a wide road to move their corpses.

And the helpers who would assist them.

Everything was ready.

“It’s really time to go hunt the dragon.”

Chapter 7

Viretta, who had borrowed the blackboard, stood confidently in front of it.

“From now on, I will begin the second dragon hunting strategy meeting.”

Although they had gathered several helpers, the main team consisted of five: Viretta, Iola, Ranken, Moslin, and Saffron.

However, there were six chairs at the table. Next to Moslin, the innkeeper Roberto sat, glued to his side.

The eyes of the four people at the table focused on Moslin and Roberto.

“If I’m not mistaken, it seems like one person is extra.”

“Right. Does Saffron really need to be here? His role is just to do the butchering afterward. All he does is complain.”

Moslin casually pointed at Saffron. Viretta emphasized his name by writing it large on the blackboard.

“His ability to proactively prepare for various crises is a virtue that neither Iola nor I possess.”

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Saffron, sitting with a sullen expression, faintly reddened his ears.

“Tch... To think you’re trying to win favor, knowing how slaves are susceptible to compliments. It’s truly impressive how you’ll do anything for your goals.”

“Hah, don’t be so impressed. I’ll do even more than this to achieve my goals.”

Viretta, never missing a chance to boast, flushed with pleasure. Ranken opened his mouth in disbelief.

“Viretta, wasn’t that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Well, anything I take positively counts as a compliment.”

“People usually call that crazy.”

“What are you saying? No one would go hunting dragons with such a body if they weren’t crazy.”

“To become a great scholar, one has to be obsessed with something. That’s true for anything, really. Viretta, you’re set to become a great figure.”

Saffron sneered, while Iola brightly defended Viretta. Ranken leaned on the round table, half-slouched, grumbling.

“Is this some kind of collective monologue? Everyone is just talking about what they want.”

In front, Viretta and Iola were having a conversation that was off-track, and next to them, Roberto and Moslin were talking in sickeningly sweet tones like, ‘We’re one, you know♡.’

As soon as the meeting began, a collective monologue ensued.

For a moment, when he looked away, Roberto, reunited with Moslin, tried to stay as close to her as possible.

He had given a hint earlier, but since he had arranged the room and the meeting, he couldn’t exactly give another hint. It was precious to have an inn at this time.

By the way, how is it that some people can go from breaking up to holding a grudge for twenty years, while others experience such a rapid development in just one night?

Ranken, with his handsome face but no experience in relationships, rested his chin on his hand and stared at Moslin.

The sight of two much older people sticking together like youths was a bit irritating, and somewhat uncomfortable.

He wasn’t trying to judge looks, but Moslin was about his mother’s age.

Watching a woman of that age in a romantic relationship was honestly uncomfortable.

If that romance was the kind of “giggle, darling” story that youth have, it was really, truly unbearable.

Thinking of Moslin as his mother made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Before things got more serious, Ranken quickly got up and scribbled on the blackboard.

“What are we going to do now?”

“We’ve gathered the personnel and the funds.”

“I know. But there’s no solid plan. The most important thing is how we’ll hunt the dragon.”

Gathering money and people meant nothing if the plan wasn’t solid.

No one calls something like “go kill all the tigers in the mountain” a real plan. It’s just an order.

“Right. Today’s meeting is about discussing how to deal with dragons and deciding on our hunting methods.”

“Hm, dealing with dragons... Has anyone here ever encountered one?”

The meeting room fell silent, as still as a dead mouse.

Even Roberto, who had been cozying up with Moslin, realized the shift and quieted down. A few seconds passed in silence.

“Well, if it’s a corpse.”

“If it’s something flying from far away.”

Saffron and Moslin broke the silence and spoke. Moslin, with her feet on the table, crossed her arms.

“Dragons are often written about, but they’re not creatures you see often. If there were many beasts of that size, it’d be troublesome for them to exist together.”

“Moslin, with your age, you’ve never seen a dragon?”

“Don’t call it age.”

Moslin shot a glare at Iola and rested her arms on the chair back.

“Anyway, dragons aren’t creatures you easily see. Not many people intentionally go where dragons are.”

“Normal people can’t do that.”

“Right, people like you reckless fools can. As for me, I’ve only seen them flying from afar. The whole mercenary group packed up and fled.”

“...Are they really that scary?”

Hearing that even Moslin, a top-tier expert, fled, made the prospect of facing a dragon truly terrifying.