159 157 White Dog Old Man (2/2)
”Ha. Do you like it?
Good, looks like someone with a lot of weight. He stares at Frans staring at the town of Urmut with a smiling face.
”Mm-hmm. Wow.”
”On”
”That's good. I'm Widget Orrell of the White Dog Clan. Can you tell me your daughter's name?
”Mm-hmm. Fran the Black Cat Clan. This is Ursi.”
”On!”
”Thank you for accepting my invitation today. Well, come sit down.”
I don't know, it's different from Elsa's. That one, the mafia's donkey? That's how powerful it is.
He's probably pretty old, but his spine is pinned, and he's trying to walk.
”Grandpa, what are you over 70? You want me to tell you how you're doing so well ~”
”It's an easy thing. Always strive for it with purpose. That way, I'll lose my old free time.”
I'm glad you're not the kind of bothersome person I imagined.
”This is it, it's delicious, try it. It's my thing.”
”Mmm.”
”This tea is from the Chrome continent, too, isn't it? That's the only hobby I've learned since I was older.”
”What about the garden?
”That's because I'm just asking the gardener to do the right thing. If you let me do what I want, it'll be the jungle in no time.”
They advance the teas and treats prepared by the maid.
”So? What did you call me?
”Ha. It's because of you. There's no particular reason. I just heard that a demon sword girl who's been rumored lately is an animal man. I thought I'd see you.”
”As I said earlier, because my grandfather is like the face of an animal man in this town. Looks like Fran cared.”
”What a big face, because you've been an adventurer in this Ulmut for over 50 years. It's a little wide.”
Is that really all you got? Nothing in particular? Let's use the logic of lies here. Fran just told me I overused it, but I can't help it here!... right?
”Because I heard you say you're a horribly strong beast girl. I got interested.”
”What do you say, Grandpa? Fran will be adorable! And he's so strong!
”You're not the kind of daughter I think you'd like. Well, I'm not afraid of me. - I haven't had a kid in a while. I like it. Apparently the rumors are true? And Elsa's heartbeat.”
It's true that you like it.
”I am the Black Cat Clan. Still believe me?
”Oh? It doesn't mean you're absolutely vulnerable because you're a Black Cat, does it? In fact, I've met some strong black cats when I was younger, haven't I? In the dungeons here.”
Orrell says somewhere nostalgic.
”Huh? I've never heard that before.”
”I never said that.”
”How's the guy doing now?
Fran asked in a rare and strong tone. Well, I've never heard anything about a strong black cat family other than myself.
”... how are you doing now... I don't know.”
”So what was he like?
”Well, that was 53 years ago. I already forgot.”
That's a lie. But how could you be deluded? Would you have died in a dungeon? In fact, the look on Orrell's face is dark. Maybe I don't want to go into too much detail.
”If you're dealing with a beast, you have some face. If you have any problems, say anything. I'll do what I can.”
It seems true that you will do something for Fran, okay? Let's not go into the Black Cat thing. If you go into something you don't want to talk about, you might piss off your friendly opponent.
”Actually, there's one thing for the lady, she's making a request. Ready?”
”Like what?”
”Delivery request. The place is right around the corner. If it was Elsa, it would be over by the end of the day.”
”Then why don't you ask Elsa?
”No, I want to ask a lady. What do you say?”
”Okay.”
Oh, you answered instantly. It sounds a little suspicious, but if Fran thinks he can take it, he's not complaining about me.
”Right. Thank you.”
”Mmm.”
Orrell smiles with a horrible face. He really wanted Fran to take it.
”Then, please. I want this guy delivered to someone.”
”Pendant?
What Orrell had given Fran was a pendant he was wearing around his neck. It's a black stone pendant.
Whatever you think, you're a regular, cheap pendant.
”Oops. Deliver this to the Dungeon Master in the East Dungeon.”
”To the Dungeon Master?
”Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”
”Mm-hmm. Okay.”
I knew it was a mystery. Well, what happens with this request?