Chapter 388: Ordinary.
Was Es’s slight sting due to the distance between us, or was it because of his strength? Maybe both.
“Well then, I’ve had my fill. Quickly prepare Asas, for we must hasten to grant my protection!”
“Yeah. I’ll get it ready soon.”
“I am not Sad, for I am gentle to those I have acknowledged,” Es said, and just like that, he vanished. Suddenly, a column of water shot up from the waterfall behind us. Please stop startling me.
And then there’s the suspicion that the meaning of S has been conveyed! Is it due to the Language Spirit? Has the Language Spirit been at work…?!
—I’ll refrain from pursuing that line of thought.
“I shall also bestow fertility upon the place where Es is headed,” Skos declared.
“Skos, you’re a God of Fertility too, right? Just like Asas?” I recalled Haulon mentioning something like that.
“I am merely a retainer of Es. I bring forth abundant fertility to the places aligned with that goddess. Though I have lost much power, Asas is equal to Es; even in Es’s absence, he can still bring fertility. Es may even be drawn to flow there. And Wanwan is also a god equal to Es,” Skos said in his usual deep voice.
“Of course! The strength of this Wanwan is beyond that of Asas! I stand beside Es!” Wanwan puffed out his chest proudly.
Es seems to be quite taken with Asas, though. Will there come a time when his feelings are reciprocated? Hang in there, Wanwan.
Still, Asas must be impressive on his own. I remember hearing that just his presence causes grass and trees to sprout and brings forth fertility.
“Neneto will do her best too! I bring luck and wealth to humans!” Neneto chimed in, sticking out her little red tongue.
“Oh, that sounds amazing. I look forward to it.” I’m starting to get used to the lime-green crocodile and the bright pink cobra.
“Well then.”
“See you later!” The two of them vanished. Just when I was getting accustomed to them.
“Hmm. I think I’ll stay a little longer.” Wanwan settled down next to Retze—more like he flopped down.
I decided to pull out the bones of the male Demon Beast I defeated near the Es River, and he immediately started gnawing on them. The femur should be quite satisfying to chew on.
“Wanwan prefers it when there’s a bit more meat still clinging to the bones.”
“Yeah, I’ll remember that for next time.” Rishu prefers the ones that are cleaned, boiled, and dried. When he says he likes them, it seems more about the texture than the taste. The Ex-Staff has the best chewiness, and he doesn’t gnaw on bones anymore.
“Is that really okay with you?” Retze’s gaze shifted to Wanwan. Then it turned to me, followed by a sigh. Without a word, he ruffled my hair roughly. What’s that about?
“The God of Storms and War, Stekar…” Haulon looked utterly drained.
“Is it just a bit of staggering after contracting with Es? How much magic power have you gained since contracting with Shahira?”
“Right now, it’s not just me; the Spirit’s Note is also diligently making contracts. The number of notes is increasing.” Initially, there was just one, but now there are Fire, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, Wind, Wood, Flower, and one for the Black Spirit—though I directly named the Black Spirit, the others are being contracted even while I sleep…
“What kind of situation is that…? What exactly is that (..) note of yours…?” Haulon seemed to be losing his composure.
“Perhaps the note for Es will be ready soon?” I pulled out the note I had tucked away.
It’s bulky, but when I take it out from [Storage] and carry it around, it has reached the point where the names of the small spirits can be written down. I think it will soon take on the form of a note.
“Oh, I forgot to write down for four of them.” Asas, Wanwan, Skos, Neneto, and S. I wrote down Asas last night and the other four just now.
“Master, nice to meet you. Or perhaps we meet again.” The note bowed gracefully, almost reverently, toward me.
“Oh, pleased to meet you.” As expected of the four gods. The note that appeared, despite just being born, was already a fairly sizable spirit.
Well, all the notes are connected. Some have grown to about the size of a person.
“Thank you very much.” After the greeting, it seemed to dissolve into mist and was absorbed into the note.
“…You.” Dinoss spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Yeah?”
“Is it always like this for you?” Dinoss looked like he was about to cry.
“Yeah.”
As I answered, Dinoss pressed his fingers to his eyes!