Revenge of the Soul Eater: Cast Out as a Weakling by My Sword Saint Father Volume 3 (eBook)

Gyokuto (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-3978-1 (ISBN)

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Jijinbou's death alerts the Mitsurugis to a powerful, potentially dangerous force in Kanaria, and Gozu Shiima takes along two of Onigashima's most promising young warriors to the kingdom to investigate. But when the trio learns of Sora the Soul Eater and the demonkin girl he's protecting, it's all-out war! Now facing the Illusory Blade users he grew up with back on the island, Sora's power will be put to the test! Can Sora defeat his childhood heroes and rivals to protect Suzume? The long-awaited confrontation between Sora and Onigashima commences!

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Chapter 1: Back to Merte

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On my way to the village of Merte, I didn’t run into any trouble. On the contrary, I ended up reaching the village far sooner than expected thanks to the tireless efforts of my wyvern, Claimh Soras. The prospect of another meal from Priestess Sela had likely gotten its wings flapping faster than usual.

I’d already notified Ishka’s Adventurer’s Guild and government officials, who were still in the middle of fending off a monster stampede, that I’d be away for a while. Some of Ishka’s bigwigs had disapproved of my decision, but once I’d told them I’d be bringing helpers back with me to defend the city walls—namely, Raz, Iria, and Priestess Sela—they’d finally backed down.

The first thing I did upon arrival was observe the state of the village from my position in the sky. As far as I could tell, it didn’t look any different from when I’d visited the first time. There was nothing indicating that monsters had attacked, nor had any neighboring villages come for spoils I’d gifted Merte, for that matter. But there was something peculiar: There were far fewer villagers walking around than before.

Feeling a vague sense of unease, I guided Claimh Soras to the ground in the back of the village, where I’d kept the wyvern before. Almost immediately, the three brats, Ein, Zwei, and Dora, came running over, likely having spotted the wyvern overhead. I was certain they’d have big smiles on their faces, overjoyed to see their favorite dragon again—but I was wrong. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Their faces were scrunched up as tears streamed from their eyes.

My first thought was that something must have happened to Sela, and a chill ran down my spine. The face of the poor soul who’d been ruthlessly afflicted by the hydra’s deadly poison appeared once again in the back of my mind.

In the end, my suspicions were half right; there was indeed someone who’d fallen victim to the hydra’s poison. However, it wasn’t Priestess Sela. It wasn’t even Iria. It was none other than the leader of the Falcon Blades, Raz.

There was a monster known by some as a water horse. Others knew it by its proper name: kelpie. As one might expect, it was often sighted on the shores of lakes and rivers. Its mane was made of water weeds, it had a fishlike tail, and its torso and legs were covered with countless fins. It could run along riverbanks as fast as a horse, swim underwater as easily as a fish, and stay submerged underwater for hours on end without having to come up for air.

It could also transform into a regular horse. As for why that’s relevant, it meant they could fool humans into riding them. The kelpie’s back then excreted an extremely sticky substance, gluing the human’s clothes or flesh to its body and trapping them. Whenever a kelpie attacked a human, it first lulled the human into a false sense of security by disguising itself as an average, everyday horse. Then, once the unassuming human got onto the creature’s back and could no longer escape, it dove underwater, drowning its rider.

Afterward, the kelpie took its time devouring the drowned human. In other words, like many other monsters, it was a creature who preyed on humans. Some said they didn’t like the taste of a human’s liver and left that part alone, but even if that was true, it was little consolation to the human being devoured.

Upon my arrival in Merte, Priestess Sela explained to me that a kelpie had attacked the village. However, it hadn’t been an ambush or anything like that. Once she detailed everything from the beginning, I learned that five days ago, Merte had received a report that a kelpie had attacked a neighboring village upstream. Apparently, the monster, afflicted by the poison in the river, had forgotten its usual strategy of deceiving the humans and luring them in, and it had bared its fangs at the village directly instead. Fortunately, it was acting alone, so the villagers had managed to band together and chase it away. However, worried that the monster might make its way downstream to other villages, they’d sent a messenger to warn the neighboring settlements of a possible attack.

Having received that warning, the village of Merte had been monitoring the riverside cautiously ever since. Of course, given that a group of villagers had warded one off, it was clear that on its own, the kelpie was not a particularly formidable foe. In fact, when it had finally shown up to attack Merte three days prior, the villagers, along with the Rank 6 adventurers Iria and Raz, had taken care of the threat in no time. That didn’t mean everyone had come out unscathed—Iria and Raz, having led the offensive, had both been injured—but their wounds had been minor and were easily healed with recovery magic.

If that had been the end of it, everyone would have lived happily ever after. However, Raz’s condition had taken a sudden and dramatic turn for the worse. This time, recovery magic wasn’t having any effect, so they’d given him some of the remaining antidote I’d brought the last time I was there. It had helped, briefly, but then his sickness had flared up again—kelpies had the power to place a posthumous curse on whomever defeated them. Aware of that, Sela had tried to dispel the curse with her magic, but to no avail.

Shortly afterward, I’d arrived.

“I’ve tried everything I can think of” were the first words out of Sela’s mouth when I saw her for the first time in over a month. Her face looked haggard and anxious, and her complexion was pale. Perhaps because she’d healed so many people as a priestess, seeing Raz in his current state was especially unnerving to her. She was probably worried that whatever disease afflicted him was incapable of being cured by human hands.

Looking grave, she began explaining what she’d tried so far. “Medicine and recovery magic appeared to be effective at first, but each time, he just fell ill again right after. Worse, it always came back stronger and more resistant to any magic or medicine we tried. And now, nothing’s having any effect at all.”

To me, it almost sounded like the disease inside Raz’s body was actively growing and evolving. According to Sela, they’d tried the Jirai Ao Ochs antidote as well, and even that was no longer working on him. Having heard that much, there was no longer any room for doubt: This was definitely the hydra’s lethal poison at work.

I was about to explain as much to Sela, when I stopped myself at the last minute. As a novice on the subject, acting like I knew what I was talking about around an expert like her would be brash. What was more, I’d have to tell her the disease was incurable, which I wasn’t really prepared to do. So I considered omitting that part for now and just handing her the new antidote Miroslav had concocted instead. Yet that in itself would be a problem: Miroslav had confirmed the medicine’s effectiveness by using herself as a test subject, but there was no guarantee it wouldn’t have adverse effects on a fatigued patient like Raz. Dragon blood was like a powerful stimulant, and in the worst case, it could severely damage his weakened body.

But if I told Sela all that, I’d also have to tell her that the poison was not curable by any other means, plus I’d have to reveal that I had dragon blood coursing through my veins. Both would undoubtedly sound dubious to her, and when I imagined the woman before me narrowing her eyes in suspicion, my tongue froze in my mouth before I could even make a sound—even though I knew now was not the time to beat around the bush!

At that moment, Sela, who’d been sitting facing me on the opposite side of the table, leaned over without warning, bringing her face close to mine. I was caught so off guard that I recoiled slightly without thinking.

“Whoa! I... What’s the matter, priestess?”

“Sora, is something troubling you, by any chance?”

“Uh...whatever gave you that idea?”

She leaned back into her original position on the other side of the table, then spoke in a level tone. “Your face just looked so grim. Come to think of it, I never even asked the reason for your visit, did I? If there’s something you need to discuss with me, then please, don’t hold back.” Perhaps remembering that she was only a humble priestess now, she raised a hand to her gaunt cheek bashfully and continued. “Oh, you’re probably wondering if someone like me would even be of any help, aren’t you? But don’t worry. Despite my appearance, I too was a warrior priestess once, just like Iria is now. I’m stronger than I look, you know!”

She flexed, as though to appeal to her own strength, but to me, she just looked adorable. Perhaps that wasn’t a word one typically used to describe a woman nearly twice their own age, but seeing her like that, it was the only word I could think of. It honestly made me want to get on my knees and promptly confess everything to her. After all, if we wanted to cure Raz, time was of the essence. So why was I hesitating so much? Sure, I didn’t have any evidence to support my hypothesis about the hydra’s poison, but by now Sela would know I wouldn’t maliciously lie to her, right?

“Actually, I do have something to discuss,” I said after steeling myself and relayed everything that had happened up to that point. Sela listened to it all intently and earnestly, from beginning to end.

In the end, Miroslav’s antidote was administered to Raz by...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 26.11.2025
• Reihe/Serie: Revenge of the Soul Eater: Cast Out as a Weakling by My Sword Saint Father
• Illustrationen: Yunagi
• Übersetzer: Perry Logan
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: chuunibyou • Dragons • Light Novel • Magic • revenge • Violence
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-3978-X / 171833978X
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-3978-1 / 9781718339781