by Kumo Kagyu
When High Elf Archer looked at her for confirmation, Priestess seemed unable to form an answer. It was true, apparently, but admitting as much would mean being escorted back to the temple.
Lizard Priest cornered her further, adding his voice to the chorus: “You would do well to let him accompany you.”
“T’aint the time to be shy now, lass.”
“…”
Everyone sounded so serious. They couldn’t be wrong, could they? Priestess looked from one to another, hoping to find some hint in their faces, when Goblin Slayer started moving.
“Let’s go.” And he strode off with those two blunt words.
“Oh, um, uh, y-yes, sir!” Priestess found herself scurrying after him, anxious not to be left behind.
She glanced over her shoulder to find the other three watching them go, their smiles suggesting they were amused by the scene. She found that strangely embarrassing and felt the heat rising in her cheeks, but she bowed to them just the same.
“I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow then!”
Goblin Slayer stopped and thought for a moment, his helmet tilting just a little, then started walking again. Priestess hurried to catch up as he got farther and farther away. She only caught up to him when he slackened his pace.
“H-have you been, uh, busy recently?” Priestess gazed up at him, struggling to bring her breathing under control. He wore the same steel helmet as always. If the headgear had not already concealed his expression, the darkness would have.
“Yes,” Goblin Slayer said with a nod. “I needed some money.”
“Money…?”
“I’ve saved enough now.”
Hm. Priestess tapped a pale finger to her lips, watching the ground in thought. She felt a touch of dissatisfaction, and a touch of worry. She didn’t experience it as jealousy, exactly. It was a sadness, almost an anger, that he hadn’t called upon her. He should have felt free to let her know.
As she stood thinking, he kept walking, and she made an effort to catch up. It didn’t take them long to reach the temple of the Earth Mother.
“We’re here.” When Goblin Slayer called out, she looked up to find herself at the doorway to the temple. The purple sun of twilight played across the porcelain walls; within, a fire lit by the night watch flickered.
“Thank you very much,” Priestess said, walking up the stairs to the entrance.
Am I…okay with this?
No. No, she wasn’t. That was why she plucked up her courage and spoke. She was sure her face was red, but perhaps between the twilight and the darkness, he wouldn’t be able to tell.
“U-um! Next time you go on an adventure, be…be sure to let me know!” she said as forcefully as she could.
“…”
Goblin Slayer said nothing at first and only looked at her. But after a moment he said, “All right,” and gave an unmistakable nod. “I will.”
That was all Priestess needed to hear. Her face lit up so brightly it was obvious even in the deepening dark. “Okay!” she exclaimed. “See you tomorrow, then!”
“See you tomorrow,” he murmured, watching as she turned and disappeared into the temple.
For a while he simply stood there in front of the building.
I met quite a few people today. He’d had the thought once before.
But, he reflected, it wasn’t exactly true. Those people were always there. Things had, in some sense, changed. But in another, they hadn’t. It was simply that he had never noticed it.
He had the sense that a great many things had escaped his notice. He took a deep breath in and then let it slowly out.
He walked past the Guild—still bustling—then out the gate and onto the road. The twin moons and the stars between them conspired to mute the sense of darkness, even though it was night. A breeze rustled the underbrush, offering a pleasant coolness.
He walked silently down the path at his usual pace.
And then, in the distance, he saw a single point of light. At the same time, in the same place as always. He had come to where he could see the light of the farm.
Goblin Slayer picked up his pace slightly. He passed the stone wall that he and the farm’s owner had built together and walked through the fence he had mended, up to the door.
After a breath, Goblin Slayer stood before the old wooden door, but did not immediately make to open it. First, he dug in the pouch of items at his waist, pulling out a bag that bulged with gold coins. It had a good heft in his hand. He loosened the strings and checked the contents. Everything was in order. He put it away. His steel helmet moved right, then left. Finally, he lifted his gaze to the sky.
“Good,” he whispered faintly, then put his hand on the doorknob. He turned it and pushed the door open.
Along with the creaking of the door came a relaxing warmth and a sweet aroma. Just as he registered that it was something boiled with milk, the girl standing in the kitchen turned around.
“Phew! You were out late today.” She blinked in surprise, wiping her hands on her apron and hurrying around the kitchen.
He closed the door behind him, entering the house with studied steps. She glanced at him and saw the basket he carried at his side.
“What’s with the corn? Looks great!”
“A gift,” he said, placing the basket on the table.
“Oh yeah?” she said, stirring the large pot. Without looking at him, she added, “Not on top of the table.”
“Hrk.”
“At least put it on a chair.”
“Where’s your uncle?”
“He said he had a meeting today. He’ll be late.”
“Very well, then.” He pulled out a chair with a clatter and set the basket on it. The bundle of corn sat there proudly as if it were the guest of honor. He gave a grunt and nodded.
In the meantime, she had been scurrying all over the kitchen. “Just a moment, okay? It’ll be ready soon.”
“All right,” he said. He went over to his chair, placing his hand on the back.
“Hm?” She glanced over her shoulder when he showed no sign of sitting down as he usually did. She found him standing next to the chair, silent.
Hmm… Drying her hands on her apron, she left the fire and pattered up to his side. It’s usually best for me to coax it out of him when he gets like this.
“What’s up?” She leaned forward, as if trying to glimpse his face under his helmet.
That familiar helmet. It hid his expression, and yet, she had a good sense of what was under it now.
“Mm.” He was silent for a moment before finally saying, “Nothing.” After another moment, he said, “Before we eat—”
“Yes?”
“—there’s something I want to give you.”
Bit by bit the words left his mouth, and then he rifled through his item pouch. He produced the bag of gold coins he had been checking earlier. It jangled as he set it on the table.
She blinked, surprised. “What’s this? I thought you already paid this month’s rent.”
“It is not rent.” He spoke even more bluntly than usual. “Happy birthday.”
“Oh!” She clapped her hands. He was right. She had been so busy, she’d completely forgotten about it.
Tomorrow is my nineteenth birthday.
“I didn’t know what to get you, so I thought this would be best,” he said, pushing the bag toward her. It might have been more trouble than it was worth to wrap it, but even so, it was in an exceptionally ordinary, undecorated leather pouch. And it was full of money. As a birthday present, it didn’t rank very high.
“You know, you…” A number of expressions passed over Cow Girl’s face, all difficult to read. Should she be angry? Or upset? Or annoyed, or sad? Finally she settled on a bemused smile. “…are hopeless.”
She hugged the pouch of gold coins to her chest the way a child might a new doll.
“You act like you don’t know anything, and then just when I think maybe you do know a thing or two…it turns out you really don’t kno
w anything.”
“Erk…”
“If you’re not sure what to get, take me along. We can choose something together.”
That’s what I really want.
He grunted softly at her words, then nodded his helmet up and down slowly. “…I understand.”
“That answer doesn’t inspire confidence. I’ll thank you…once we’ve chosen my gift.” She giggled, realizing she was lecturing him, and patted him on the back. “I’ve got high hopes for the harvest festival, okay?” She was smiling. She didn’t sound like she was expecting much at all.
So she didn’t take him too seriously when he said, “I will think about it.”
“Sure, sure. Anyway, sit down. Dinner’s ready—let’s eat!”
Then she placed her hands on his shoulders, made broad by his armor, and guided him into the chair. She headed back to the kitchen, but turned around as a thought crossed her mind.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot something important.” She made sure to give him the brightest smile she could. “Welcome home!”
“Thanks,” he nodded, quietly shifting in his chair. “I’m back.”
AFTERWORD
Hullo, Kumo Kagyu here. Did you all enjoy Volume 4?
I designed this volume as a collection of short stories, mostly taking place either between Volumes 1 and 2 or Volumes 2 and 3. They’re stories in which a number of different people think and do a number of different things, and a variety of different things happen. That meant fewer goblins than usual, but there was still a little bit of goblin slaying in this book.
There’s also a limited edition of Volume 4 that includes a drama CD. It depicts an adventure involving Priestess and High Elf Archer, so not too many goblins there, either. But don’t fret; I did work in at least one goblin-slaying scene. And I’m so impressed with the actresses. I was completely surprised. It left me thinking I should have had this or that character show up, or just put in more lines altogether… Thoughts like those made me keep my head down as I listened to the recording. I’m told other authors are the same way. It’s not just me!
Plus, Goblin Slayer took top prize for a new series in the “This Light Novel is Awesome!” contest! I can’t tell you how pleased I am, but…are they sure they want such a weird book getting first place? It’s just the story of an adventurer who talks about nothing but goblins and slays nothing but goblins.
In any event, there will be plenty more goblins, and you can rest assured that “Mr. GobSlay” will slay them. Volume 5 will be set immediately after Volume 3 and feature goblins who live on a snowy mountain and have to be slain.
Volume 1 featured a hill, Volume 2 took place underneath a city, Volume 3 featured a seven-armed monster, Volume 4 was a bye, and Volume 5 will be a mountain fortress. Some of you may already see where I’m going with this. But if you don’t, don’t worry. Either way, I’m so happy everyone is enjoying the adventures of my strange little adventurer. Please stick around for the ride.
Thanks to Mr. Kannatuki for yet another volume of wonderful illustrations. Padfoot Waitress actually came out of his pictures.
Mr. Kurose, I eagerly await your manga version each month, and I can’t wait to see more of it.
Thank you to the actors who participated in the drama CD; your performances are wonderful.
Thanks as always to my gaming buddies and the other creative types in my life.
To all the editorial staff, and everyone involved in the production, promotion, and distribution of this book, I owe you so much.
To all my readers and my site administrator, you are the reason I’ve made it this far.
I’ll continue to give this series my all—I hope you’ll come with me!
Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Yen On.
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