Part 2
— Outer Gate 727246. Deborah[4] Gorge. A tavern in the valley.
Turning back time to roughly a month prior.
News of a lucrative Gift Game that promised thousands of gold have been spread to the edges of the world of Little Garden. And it was to be held in the South Western region of the valley.
Thus, strong candidates who have heard of the news have gathered in the corner of the tavern. And having been riled up by the excitement of the Game contents in the rumors, the strong candidates were whispering among themselves after their read of the shining sheepskin parchment— the [Geass Roll].
“It says here, Kerykeion. Isn’t that the head of the commerce Community that controls the South Side of Little Garden?”
“And to have the Gods as their backing, it seems likely to be a game with generous rewards.”
“But when we talk about the Stymphalians, it should refer to the strange birds that spit vile poison. A type of Legendary Eudemon that possess green copper feathers capable of deflecting blades with just its hardness.”
“So what if it is strong. [Kerykeion] is still the treasury guardians for the Greek gods. The rewards would definitely be huge.”
“Aah. It might even be possible for someone to be granted Divinity as well. It’s definitely worth the gamble of our lives……!!”
The strong candidates raised their bottles in their excited anticipation and a closer look would tell that the majority of them were non-humans. The possessors of strength, who belonged to various renowned Communities, had their races identifiable with their unique non-human characteristics.
Possessing ferocious looking sharp teeth and wolf ears, the vice leader of [Five Claws], Woldo Focas.
Possessing a body as wide as a tree trunk, the vice leader of [Four Footed], Dork Porfoy.
Besides them, there were also many winged individuals of [Two Wings], were-beasts, faeries and more who gathered within the tavern.
They, a portion of the [DracoGreif] Alliance had their headquarters and territory situated in the huge Tree of [Underwood] and were here to participate in the hunt for the strange birds.
Yes— this is the world of Little Garden where various Gods, spirits and vengeful ghosts gather.
It is another world where gods, who possess absolute great power, would confer their blessings (Gifts) to the Humans, Eudemons and Faeries by the process of a magical game—the [Gift Game].
And in this highly unusual other world, individuals who possess congenital unique abilities, descended from special lineages, or had heroic battle accomplishments would be summoned from the outside world.
There were also a number of humans who summoned over for they possessed the peak of their certain talents.
But these people who possess talents would not join the game in an orderly fashion—
“Bad newwwwsssssss!!!!!”
—Bang! The Tavern echoed with the sound of its door being slammed open. And one of the Participants who had joined the advance party of the Gift Game -“The strange copper green birds (Styphalians)” came charging into the midst of the guests while panting.
This panting guy who was drenched in sweat slumped over a table in his attempt to catch his breath.
The other strong candidates gathered around him in curiosity and the man was thusly at the centre of their attention.
“Oi, Oi. What’s the matter?”
“It can’t be that you guys have captured all the targets already right…..”
Currently, the people in the tavern were the second team on standby. If the first team were to successfully complete the game, it would mean that this group would have to return without the glory of any accomplishments.
But the guy who having had recovered his breath, shook his head.
“……Appeared….!!”
“What?”
It wasn’t like that someone was rebutting his words, but the guy who recovered his breath wore a fearful expression—
“There was the appearance…. The appearance of some incredible brats……!!”
…Wha? The air above the strong candidates’ heads were filled with question marks
“We found the Stymphalians at the lake and the advance party were about to prepare for the hunt…… then, there, there came three unbelievably strong brats who attacked us……!”
The male Participant of the advance party shuddered as he the details spilled from his mouth.
After standing in a daze with half opened mouths……the second standby squad at the Tavern,—
Gave off a loud roar of laughter in unison.
Dork Porfoy, Vice leader of [Four Footed], slapped his huge belly, “Oi Oi, did you hear that?! We have come all this way to the edges for the hunt of the strange birds and …… and the advance party was actually wasted by some small brats!”
The tavern was filled with another bout of laughter.
Woldo Focas, Vice leader of [Five Claws], then continued, “Haha, that certainly is the most fortunate thing about the misfortune. Those who can’t even handle a couple of brats, would certainly be incapable of beating the Stymphalians anyways!”
The strong players in the tavern hooted in laughter.
After a while when the laughter finally subsided, they stood up to ready their equipment.
“……But that sure is good news. Looks like the advance party is defeated even before their assault on the nests.”
“Aah. If they have not startled the flock, it would also mean that there is no need for us to hunt in the mountains. Oi, my men! Set off immediately! The Stymphalians will be ours for the taking!!”
Woooooh! The players cheered as they finished their preparations.
In another corner, a male of the feline race stroked his beard lightly as he watched them with amusement in his eyes.
“……A strong trio of brats who can mess others around, huh?”
The neatly dressed tomcat was clearly out of place in the dirty tavern where the strong players had gathered. A slyness that seemed to be a result of experience similar to the weathering of many sandstorms could be seen in the depths of his gaze. An elderly cat who exuded a different sense when compared to the other strong players around himself.
Accompanying the elderly cat by the side, the female in long robes twitched her Usagimimi which could not be hidden perfectly as she grumbled.
“Uu…… got a bad feeling about this.”
“That’s right. But let’s just ask him about it.”
The elderly tom cat and the Usagimimi female walked towards the guy from the advance party.
“Oi, you there. Are those brats…… could it be a trio formed by a lad and two other ladies?”
“Ye, Yeah. The three of them were using completely different types of Gifts…… They were simply monsters……!!”
Aiya, the elderly cat and Usagimimi female supported their foreheads with a hand.
But seemingly in understanding, the elderly cat gestured for the guy of the advance party to sit beside himself.
“That sure is a disaster. Mah, have a drink. It’s on me. Feel free to order anything you like.”
“Wha…? No, but,”
“There, there. Don’t worry. After all this is a branch shop of [Six Scars]. So there isn’t a tab for me.”
The elderly cat who gave a dry laugh while pouring a cup of wine— Garol Gandach.
The Usagimimi female took this opportunity to pat her robes as she stood up.
“Really sorry about this, Garol-dono. And this is when Kuro Usagi gave them the instruction of “Don’t go overboard with your actions!” too.”
“Oh. I think it should be possible to overtake the party in their progress with your speed. The young urns of this tavern are all family to me, please relay that message to those troublesome brats for me.”
“YES! Understood!”
Taking off the long robes, the Usagimimi-ed young girl who dashed out of the tavern with a trail of dust—was Kuro Usagi.
Knowing that the ones who assaulted the advance party to be a trio of young boy and girls, the reason for the advance party’s demise would be understandable if it were to be the same trio that they had in mind. No, it wasn’t only that. For the second party would surely be defeated as well.
If one were to ask the reason for that conclusion, it would be that they belonged to the [No Name] Community where their goal was to battle the ever spreading disasters of the world of Little Garden— [Demon Lords].
And they are the world strongest problem children group.
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