Teihen Ryoushu

Chapter 21.1 – Let’s Flatter Hairballs!

「ohoho…..」

I was grieving while fishing on the shores of Beibalon.

You want to know why? I went to the party with the intent of telling everyone how nice Beilalon is but the party ended when Viscount Snail suddenly collapsed.

When I went to him to heal him with my healing magic, the old butler told me, “I’m sorry, Rize-sama! I’ll tell master to never throw a party in such a bad taste again! Please forgive him!”. The other nobles ran away after that and left.

Well, Alicia, Irina, and Duke Hohenheim were all smiling so I guess all is good.

I casually muttered, “I wish I could drink a more expensive wine.”. The next moment, the old butler offered me a bottle of Snail’s secret win so the four of us had a good time drinking it together.

…….by the way, Duke Hohenheim, after I passed out from drunkenness, became very interested in “Demiurge Religion” which claims “commoner over magic”….

I heard that he also had a good talk with Irina, who was a young lady of the beastkins. I don’t really know what they discussed but I’m happy for her!

If the people I came with became friends, then it was worth going to that party.

---ah, right!

「How about I’ll do the opposite and throw a party myself!」

As I cast my fishing line into the blue sea, it suddenly hit me!

Yes, I wasn’t even able to tell them how nice Beibalon is! All I had to do was let them see it with their own eyes! How much richer and prosperous the territory is now!

If we send out invitations and add Duke Hohenheim’s name, most nobles will come.

If they could actually see the natural beauty of Beibalon, their negative image of it would be wiped out for sure! And through the nobles, the commoners will hear the good words and we’ll have a whole bunch of tourists!

Alright, let’s do this!

Let’s remodel my house first to make it look like a castle to surprise our guests! There is a castle craftsman who was forced to build a hidden passageway in the royal castle but in the end, has no choice but to escape after he found out that he’ll be silenced!

We will make the cityscape as splendid as the royal capital and develop Beibalon into the most famous place in the country!

Okay, that would require a lot of wood.

Then, for now---let grow 10000 trees!

I place my wooden fishing pole on the ground, place my hand on it, and cast healing magic.

「---material composition. Multiply. Divide. Regenerate. Spread----!!!」

Thus, the wooden fishing pole shattered without a trace and-----boom boom boom boom boom boom! Along with the roaring sound, a great sea of trees was born before my eyes….!

Alright, my healing magic is giving me a lot of conveniences! Since I can mass produce trees, there wouldn’t be a problem anymore!

---I’ve been worshiped as an “apostle of god” by the people and my magical power hasn’t stopped rising since then……!

---Scene Change---

「---haa, haaa, haa, hang in there guys! We’re almost there!」

「C-chief, wait for me!」

Men that look like hairballs were running up the hillside leading to Beibalon.

They are called dwarves. They are a type of demi-human race characterized by their thick fat and thick body hair.

Originally, the dwarves lived in a cold reason far south but decades ago, their country was attacked by humans and some of them, like them, were kidnapped as slaves.

「C-chief…..are you sure we’re going to escape there?....it’s infamous for being the worst withered place…..」

「Shut up! I don’t know what happened but with Snail down and his territory in shambles, now is our only chance to escape!......even if the destination is hell, it is better than the days of being oppressed by that bastard lord….!」

Climbing the hill as hard as he could, the leader of the dwarves reminisced their past.

….They had been brought here as slaves but despite their appearance, they had been valued in various places because of their extremely high crafting skills.

The dwarves were also active in Django, where there were large mines, and were trusted by the previous lord.

However, the fate of the dwarves changed after the minds of Django were taken over by a vicious “dragon” and the lord died fighting the dragon.

Since irons can hardly be mined anymore, the dwarves became useless hairballs.

The new lord, Snail, hated them but he could not let them go given the possibility of the whimsical dragon flying away.

---of course, their treatment was the worst of the worst. The chief, in particular, complained to Snail several times, and more than half of his body was roasted with fire magic.

「That bastard Snail….I’m going to kill him someday!」

「Ah, yeah…I agree, chief! That’s why we’re going to Beibalon to rebuild our strength!」

「If we are all together, even in the worst territory, we can make it work!」

The dwarves inspire each other while talking with their native dialects.

And so, they managed to climb up the hill---at the moment,

「----wha……what the hell is thatttttttttt!?」