Great O’Browns ⑬
Day 4. The final day.
The end has finally come.
It felt like such long, yet short, days.
“………?”
When I woke up in the morning, my body felt heavy.
Something strangely soft, cool yet warm, was on top of me.
Wondering what it was, I lifted the futon, and there was Shiro-san’s face.
“?”
Snow-white skin.
On her translucent, cool skin was a doll-like face, as if crafted with meticulous care. No matter how you looked at it, when you looked at it, or how many times you looked at it, the only word that came to mind was “beautiful.”
Not cute, but an utterly beautiful, fair-skinned girl.
For some reason, that face was on my chest. She was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
“…Leukon… Beyaz… Khao… Beyaz… Wof… Abyadou… Safeido… Pute… Saheidu… Pute… Keo… Putih…”
Still the same spell-like sleep-talking. It is sleep-talking… right?
It’s not like something is happening because of a Restriction Relic, is it?
Also, two marshmallow slime-like mounds were pressing against my abdomen.
She’s surprisingly well-endowed… no, wait, aren’t these touching me directly, bare skin?
“Uhm…”
“Bila… Tsagaan… Valkoinen… Hvit…”
Why is Shiro-san on top of me?
Moreover, judging by the feel and look of her skin… I think she’s naked.
Or rather, Shiro-san is naked!?
“…”
Alright. Let’s pretend I didn’t notice. Let’s pretend I didn’t see.
Now, I’d been thinking about this since around the day before yesterday. I understand that the four of them have feelings for me.
So, sleeping together, well… I get it. Do I get it? I get it…?
W-well, putting that aside, I felt like there was more to it than just that.
I have a feeling there’s some other purpose to sleeping together like this.
It’s probably The Witch’s scheme. The purpose… I think it’s to make me stronger.
Right now, I’m like a structure hastily built through rush construction.
Built with cost-performance, a small budget, and a short construction period in mind.
It’s all my selfishness. I’m getting stronger quickly for the sake of defeating Alveld.
However, this method is, if anything, a bad move.
Hasty rush construction will inevitably lead to strain somewhere.
There’s no easy path. There will always be a price. That can’t be helped.
I’m not prepared for it, but I can’t turn back now.
“Could it be?”
I had a sudden realization. Could it be that The Witch is trying to reduce that price?
Is she thinking not just about me getting stronger, but also about what comes after?
If it’s The Witch, it’s possible. If it’s The Witch.
“Could it be?”
Shiro-san woke up and parroted me. Our eyes met, with Shiro-san still on top of me.
My silver eyes. Shiro-san’s white eyes. Similar, yet different.
If you combined them, they’d be silver-white eyes.
As I stared for a moment, Shiro-san licked her white lips, moistening them.
I thought I saw a faint, somewhat feverish smile. Perfect. I’ll ask her.
But before that.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning. What’s with the ‘could it be’?”
“I was wondering if, could it be, there’s some meaning to this sleeping together.”
“Yes. There is.”
She said it decisively.
“I knew it.”
“It’s the last day, so I’ll spill. The Witch was the one who suggested it.”
“I knew it.”
I knew it.
“She got rid of the five beds we originally had and made it four. Then The Witch proposed we take turns sleeping with you. At first, Shiro and Chive were hesitant because it was embarrassing. Munieca accepted it calmly. That somehow felt like we’d lost, so Shiro also agreed, and Chive nodded. The Witch also told us the purpose of sleeping together.”
“And that purpose is?”
“To make Wof-kun relax.”
“Eh?”
“The Witch said that by relaxing, your soul’s vessel and the power within it would increase. And also, to have contact with those who are strong.”
“Relax…”
Isn’t it rather the opposite? I was tense the entire time.
I mean, sleeping with such exquisite beauties and beautiful girls every night.
And they were naked, or lightly dressed, or naked… mostly naked.
Moreover, this snow-white beautiful girl is on top of me, naked.
Hm? Is this expression somehow problematic?
“Those who are strong refers to you all, Shiro-san.”
Tier I Seekers—undeniably strong.
“Yes, she said that by having prolonged contact, preferably skin-to-skin, your soul’s vessel and the power within it would increase.”
“Is it increasing, I wonder?”
“It is. Things like that. Shiro can tell. Good for you.”
“…Ah, thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.”
Shiro-san purred and rolled around. Cute, like a cat.
I instinctively petted Shiro-san. Shiro-san flinched.
Whoops, she was like a cat, so I just… But Shiro-san didn’t say anything and let me pet her.
Shiro-san’s white hair was silky, slightly moist, and cool. Easy to stroke.
As I was petting her, the sensation of Shiro-san’s two slime-marshmallow mounds…
“Hey, Wof-kun.”
“Y-yes?”
“There’s something hard and hot pressing against Shiro’s stomach.”
“Alright. Let’s get up!”
I hurriedly moved Shiro-san aside and got up.
Shiro-san got off the bed. I tried my best not to look.
Just then, I ran into Chive-san, who had just gotten out of the bath. A morning bath, huh?
And Chive-san making a huge fuss after seeing a completely naked Shiro-san is another story.
Shiro-san. Cover yourself.
Today is the final day.
The meeting had no agenda and would end with Alhazardo Abramelin’s general review.
“Gentlemen. What is a Seeker? It is one who seeks. One who seeks the unknown. One who seeks dreams yet unseen. Or perhaps, one who seeks life itself. Or even, one who seeks the heart of a loved one. All of them are Seekers. We are those who seek all things. This ‘Great O’Browns’ was full of firsts, from the location to everything else. There were even unprecedented events. It can truly be called a festival worthy of us, the pinnacle of Seekers. This time too, it was held without incident and has concluded safely. My thanks to all of you. I eagerly await meeting you all again in five years, should fate allow. With this, I declare the ‘Great O’Browns’ conference closed. Seeker Grand Guild, Grand Guild Master. Alhazardo Abramelin.”
And so, the ‘Great O’Browns’ ended.
In the afternoon was the final Exhibition Match.
It was truly fitting for the end.
“‘Now then, let the final Exhibition Match begin! The finale is a Tag Match! ‘The One-Stroke Severing Master’ Kaede Akima & ‘Autodoll’ Munieca Eldorado! Versus ‘Strange Chef’ John & ‘Human Fortress… no, wait. Changed to ‘Afterlife Vision System ver. β’!”
Seriously? A pink sphere appeared, floating lightly, and the arena stirred.
Well, of course. If a pink sphere suddenly appeared, people would get restless.
And if they were told it was a Tier I Seeker, they’d be bewildered.
“‘Victory is determined by surrender or knockout. Actions that would kill the opponent are prohibited. Understood?'”
What is this? A situation where Kaede-san is about the only normal one.
“‘Then, begin!'”
Right away, the ‘Afterlife Vision System ver. β’ fired lasers indiscriminately.
Lasers were fired from smaller spheres revolving around the large pink sphere.
“Hmph!”
Kaede-san cut the lasers. So lasers can be cut. She cut them one after another.
In the meantime, Munieca-san and John-san clashed.
John-san pulled a suspicious giant fish with six horns, four eyes, and three fangs out of thin air.
He even brought out a kitchen counter.
He filleted it into three pieces on a giant cutting board and then cut it into blocks. What splendid skill.
That red flesh. Could it be tuna? He carefully sliced the blocks thinly and arranged them on a plate.
He poured soy sauce into a small dish, and it was complete.
John-san shouted.
“Eat this!”
I was astounded. Th-this is sashimi. A sashimi platter.
No, why!? Why sashimi!? What is this guy doing?
“Splendid, it is.”
“Pee-pee-pee-pee…!”
“I am to eat this?”
“Eat this!”
“Understood. I shall partake.”
She’s eating it? What is this? Even Kaede-san, who was fighting, and the pink sphere were paying attention.
Munieca-san took a bite and said one thing. Did she really eat it?
“It has a very strong, interesting flavor.”
So it wasn’t delicious.
Munieca-san and Kaede-san won the match.
“‘With this, all events of this ‘Great O’Browns’ are concluded!'”
And so, the truly long yet short four-day grand festival came to an end.
Late at night.
The moon and her daughters appeared high in the sky, a night sky so full of stars it seemed they were pouring down.
Hydrangea Grand Hall. The arena.
On that battle stage, enveloped in a silence that made the scorching daytime clamor seem like a lie, stood myself and one other person.
A young man with golden hair, boasting a rugged, sharp, and intelligent beauty.
Alveld von Rootbelt.
We faced each other.