Slayers: Volume 12 (eBook)

Hajime Kanzaka (Autor)

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2022
250 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-1-7183-7486-7 (ISBN)

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I don't know what I expected at this point. You'd think the sorcerers' council would be singing my praises after everything I've done for them, but no! All I get is the hairy eyeball and a third-rate job tracking down spawning demidemons in the north. Our journey quickly leads us to a murder, a mysterious 'white giant,' and our favorite mercenary couple... who've learned about a demonic infiltrator high in the ranks of Gyria. Wait-isn't that the city demons burned down a couple books back (with maybe a tiny bit of my help)? Just how much demon-related trouble can one place get up to?!

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I don't know what I expected at this point. You'd think the sorcerers' council would be singing my praises after everything I've done for them, but no! All I get is the hairy eyeball and a third-rate job tracking down spawning demidemons in the north. Our journey quickly leads us to a murder, a mysterious "e;white giant,"e; and our favorite mercenary couple... who've learned about a demonic infiltrator high in the ranks of Gyria. Wait-isn't that the city demons burned down a couple books back (with maybe a tiny bit of my help)? Just how much demon-related trouble can one place get up to?!

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1: Ah, the Demons One Meets on the Road

As darkness fell, so too did silence. A city of this size would normally still have bars open, leaving drunkards and other miscreants to roam the darkened streets... but this particular town was locked down tight. We were living in dangerous times, after all.

That meant I was the only soul out on the road. My cape flapped in the darkness, its color blending in with the night as I ran while trying to mask my footfalls as best I could. I was headed for—

“More bandit bullying?”

Grk! The sound of that unexpected voice from behind me sent a shudder through my body.

I whipped around. “Yeesh... don’t startle me like that, Gourry.”

Yep. The guy standing there in the faint moonlight with a wearied expression was my traveling companion, Gourry. He was tall, blond, handsome, and a master swordsman... which was all well and good. The fact that he had seaweed for brains? Not so much. He’d probably seen me slipping out of my room at the inn and tailed me.

“You’re really the one complaining here?” he said. “Why do you always have to slip out on your own like this?”

“What, you wanted an invite?”

“Of course not.”

Our conversation was held entirely in whispers. It was nighttime, after all, so we couldn’t exactly cause a scene.

“C’moooon, man. I gotta go bully some bandits to replenish our travel funds. And to blow off steam,” I said sulkily.

Gourry’s expression remained exhausted. “Are you still annoyed about that?”

“’Course I am,” I admitted bluntly.

He let out a soft sigh.

“Just to confirm... Is this report entirely accurate?” So the old sorcerer inquired, but his face and attitude were saying, “This bitch is trying to play me.”

Ten days prior, I’d compiled the recent goings-on of Crimson Town into a report that I submitted to the Telmodd City sorcerers’ council. I’d filled five scrolls with my account of what went down, but when this old council bigwig glanced through it, his initial response was skepticism.

“It is,” I assured him confidently.

The old sorcerer just looked at me with a grimace. “Were there... any other witnesses?”

I was briefly stumped. Gourry had been there from start to finish, but where most people had their long-term memory, he had a bowl of mush. Even if I brought him in as a witness, he’d probably just say, “Did that all really happen?”—the final nail in the “she’s lying” coffin.

So after a bit of thought, I ultimately replied, “My companion... isn’t really credible. There are no other living witnesses to the report as written.”

“Hmm... I see...” The sorcerer fell into uncomfortable silence. “I confess I find this difficult to believe. The involvement of the General of the Dynast’s sword, the connection to the incident in Bezeld... It’s all far too extraordinary.”

Grr...

I could feel a vein bulging in my forehead under the sorcerer’s dubious gaze. But, objectively speaking, he wasn’t wrong to feel the way he did. While the world was full of entities that fell under the “demon” umbrella, the higher-ranking ones were few and far between. There were basically no formal records documenting their existence.

Dark Lord Shabranigdu, lord of all the world’s demons, had five faithful lieutenants, each with their various Priest and General servants—that was basically the hierarchy of the upper echelons of (what passed for) demon society. But most sorcerers, in practice, regarded this as mere legend.

In all honesty, there was a time when I, too, found the stories of a dark lord in the mountains of Kataart pretty sketch. If past-Lina had read a report like the one I’d handed in, I also would’ve written it off as fame-grubbing nonsense. So on one hand, I couldn’t really blame the old sorcerer for his reaction.

On the other... it still pissed me off!

“Well... I shall accept your report. But the council has a small request for you. If you really did what you claim to have done, you should find it simple enough.” There was blatant sarcasm in the old sorcerer’s voice.

The council ended up asking me to get to the bottom of some recent reports of mass lesser and brass demon spawnings. I was to head to the Kingdom of Dils, where there’d been a spate of them lately. But as with all council jobs, the payment I’d be getting for the job was well under what the work was worth, so I naturally didn’t want to do it. There were no leads on the investigation, and there was no telling how long it would take just to interview the people involved. It was gross to expect someone to do such an annoying job for so little compensation. Refusing would have been easy...

Except if I’d simply said no, I knew exactly what that old sorcerer would’ve thought: “Ah, she’s scared of demons. This confirms her report is a lie.” Thus I’d swallowed my pride and taken the crummy job.

Of course, I’d also requested a massive increase in remuneration. The piddly payment they were offering hardly covered such an open-ended task. It wouldn’t have even covered room and board. In lieu of money, however, the council bigwig offered me payment in kind—a letter that I could show to any local sorcerers’ council for free lodging and meals. Too bad not every city we stopped in had a branch, and even if it did, the quality of the food there wasn’t exactly guaranteed.

The result? After just a little traveling and asking around, Gourry and I had already burned through the advance the council had given us. It was hardly the kind of situation that keeps you in high spirits. So if I vented my frustration by busting up a bandit gang and stealing—er, reappropriating—their cache to recoup my traveling expenses, who could blame me?

“Well... there’s nothing wrong with beating up bandits, and I can’t tell you to stop doing what’s clearly in your nature...”

“My nature?” I’m not a wild animal! I was about to say something, but held off.

“Lina,” Gourry called abruptly.

“I know.” I nodded firmly in response.

The darkness around us had just grown deeper, and it wasn’t a shadow passing over the moon. There was a presence mixed in with the darkness itself. Hatred, sorrow, jealousy, despair... All the negative emotions that plagued living things steeped the air in a melange.

Miasma. That can only mean...

“Say, Lina... would this be another fine mess we’ve gotten ourselves into?” Gourry muttered.

Before I could respond—Thud!—I heard an impact some distance away.

“Over there!” I called. Gourry and I took off at the same time. “It was somewhere around here...”

“Lina! Look!” Gourry stopped on a street corner and pointed. There were fragments of something scattered across the road. And beyond them lay...

A person?!

We ran up to the man on the ground. He looked a little over twenty years old. Dark fluid pooled around him, gleaming crimson in the moonlight. I lifted him into my arms, but it was clear he was already dead, bleeding from a gaping wound in his chest.

“What in the...” I started. But before I could finish the thought, I sensed a rush of malice headed our way.

Gourry sprang into action. The sharp clang of metal on metal rang out beside me as I jumped away. I looked over to see Gourry, sword in hand, squaring off with a dark figure.

And when I say “dark,” I don’t mean that it was hidden by the shadows. I mean that it was pitch-black from head to toe, including the light plate armor it wore and the sword it held. Curious white patterns scrawled all over its body stood out in the faint light of the moon. This dark figure looked a bit like a shaman from some weird religion, but its aura revealed its true nature...

Yup, we’ve got a demon on our hands!

It hadn’t appeared out of thin air. I could see that the second-floor window of a nearby building (what looked like an inn) had been broken from the inside. I was guessing this thing had attacked a man staying there, then leaped out the window to confirm the kill.

“I have... business with... that man.” The creature turned toward the fallen man, speaking in a halting, muffled tone.

“He’s already dead,” I told it.

My words caused the creature to fall silent for a time. Its face-not-face (which was really just a pattern on a black field) turned my way. “He is... dead?” It seemed to think for a moment before tilting its head. “I see... He is dead...” it whispered, cocking its head again and falling quiet once more.

Not one of our brighter demons, I guess...

After a period of silence, it looked back up at me. “You saw... me...”

Hang on a minute! Don’t you dare—

Before I could even object, the “shaman” took off! It dashed to the side and got in close to me.

It’s fast! I just barely managed to block its sweeping slash with my half-drawn shortsword. I then leaped in the opposite direction. And strong!

Truth be told, it was sheer luck that I was able to defend myself. If I’d moved a split...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 20.1.2022
• Reihe/Serie: Slayers
• Reihe/Serie: Slayers
• Illustrationen: Hajime Kanzaka
• Übersetzer: Hajime Kanzaka
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Schlagworte: action • cute girls • Fantasy • female protagonist • Light Novel • Magic • Slapstick
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-7486-0 / 1718374860
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-7486-7 / 9781718374867