âPhew. Thanks. Itâs terrifying to imagine just how long I would have been beaten if it wasnât for you.â
âAh, yes.â
âBy the way, can I order a beer? My body hurts so much. I think I would feel better if I had a drinkâŠâ
â⊠sure.â
Irene nodded at Kuvarâs words.
This was great.
As if it wasnât enough to make a customer from 5 years ago buy him a meal, he even took them to additional places.
And even borrowed money.
His gambling debt was the reason, and it was also the reason he was getting hit.
Realizing that he had no money, the gambler began to trash him.
âWhy gamble without money?â
It was something Irene couldnât understand.
Of course, he couldnât just ignore him and move on.
He was a good-natured person, and the fact that they both knew each other mattered to him.
However, the biggest reason was that he handed a note to Irene five years ago, which caused him to have a small awakening.
âYou donât have to be alone to stand alone.â
It could be seen as the Orc writing down a few words, which seemed reasonable, but at least for Irene, the words were of great help.
In a way, the note was the reason Irene could talk so openly with his classmates.
In the past, he was a person who had trouble interacting with people.
BesidesâŠ
âIt kept bothering me that he asked how old I was.â
Irene looked at the Orc, who introduced himself as âKuvar.â
Did the Orc know about the dream and the mysterious man in it?
It was when he was thinking.
âYou! Arenât you too shameless, arenât you?â
Tock! Tock!
Lulu, who stayed silent till then, pounded on the table.
The pounding was from a catâs body. No matter how hard the paw hit, it didnât make a threatening sound.
However, her gaze towards Kuvar was fierce.
And Lulu said again.
âIf you met a few years ago, then you two are practically strangers! Borrowing money, and then eating with his money! You are such a worthless Orc! You disgusting gambler!â
âHuh? Gambling isn't a bad thing. My little friend.â
âWho is your little friend! Iâm a pretty big cat!â
Lulu jumped up from her seat and puffed out her chest.
It was bigger than before, but still, a cat is a cat. Taking a sip of his beer, Kuvar said.
âYou are still little.â
âYou brat!â
âIf Iâm an addict who is blinded by money and puts all of my body, mind, and soul into gambling, then thatâs a problem. However, that isnât the case. Because I only get happiness from worldly goods, not money⊠but if you can have a good time with a few pennies, wouldnât that be a bonus?â
âWhat nonsense.â
Irene decided to keep those thoughts to himself.
It wasnât unreasonable, but it wasnât something the Orc, who was being trashed for his lack of money, could talk about.
But shockingly, Lulu didnât say anything.
As if thinking that there was no logical objection to it, Lulu rolled her eyes.
At that moment, the Orc, who smiled brightly, put his hand on Luluâs head.
âThis kid!â
Naturally, Lulu tried to slap away Kuvarâs hand with her front paw.
The speed was so fast that even Irene admired Lulu.
However, her reaction changed.
Lulu, who was trying to get away, slowly put her head forward.
âWhat is this scent! Itâs really good?â
Flutter!
Lulu sat down, rubbing her face into the Orcâs hand.
Irene was dumbfounded at the black catâs behavior when Kuvar said with a deeper smile.
âI put some powder from a fruit called Taiho on my hands. It only grows in the northwestern part of the continent, but cats go crazy for it.â
âWhat? Was there such a thing?â
âWant some?â
âGive it! Not a little, but a lot!â
âIf you promise to love me from now on, Iâll give it to you.â
âI canât say that for sure. Instead, I wonât hate you!â
âLetâs settle for that.â
Kuvar nodded his head and took something out of his pocket.
The black catâs eyes followed.
After confirming that the item was what she wanted, she quickly grabbed it and returned to Ireneâs arms.
Lulu, drunk on the scent of Taiho, spoke with a smile.
âIrene⊠that Orc, might not be a bad oneâŠâ
ââŠâ
âHmm, it seems like I have become more comfortable with the picky sorcerer⊠now I need to solve the borrowed money problem.â
âHuh? But, you donât have a singlâŠâ
âWho am I! Arenât I a fortune-teller? Orc fortune tellers are braver than humans! If this Kuvar gives divination, I think Iâll have more money than I can deal with.â
He was shamelessly praising himself.
If Lulu heard that in a clear state of mind, she would yell, âis there such a brave fortune teller who doesnât have a single penny?â
However, the cat enchantress was now drunk on Taiho, and Irene showed considerable interest in Kuvarâs fortune-telling.
But his words couldnât be 100 percent believedâŠ
âNo, canât we ask to find out about a dragon or something?â
Irene nodded his head.
He didnât know much about fortune tellers, but he heard a few stories.
That they could guess recent events in a personâs life by just meeting them, or that they can recite a big event in someoneâs life by just hearing their name, date of birth, and time of birthâŠ
He wouldnât have believed in such things before, but now itâs different.
Since he realized how amazing a sorcerer is, what a fortune teller does is easy to accept.
HoweverâŠ
âIs there a persimmon tree where you live?â
â⊠no.â
âAh, it must have been there before. Maybe you were too young to remember.â
âDefinitely not.â
âMaybe they planted it a few days ago? Youâll see it when you get home.â
ââŠâ
âMe, do it for me! Guess mine too!â
âYou? HmmâŠ. I feel this right away. You seem to be very fond of raw salmon.â
âIsnât that what every cat likes?â
âThatâs because you, the cat, know that, but I, the Orc, didn't know that information. Even so, I managed to get it right.â
ââŠâ
Kuvarâs reasoning was a mess.
Throwing in words that might seem highly probable and trying to make a reason around it.
And if thatâs refuted, he made another excuse.
And with that, their trust was blown away.
âIrene, that OrcâŠâ
Lulu, who was close to Ireneâs ears, voiced her thoughts. However, it wasnât quiet. It could be heard from the other side too. Kuvar scratched the back of his head.
âThis. Today isnât my day. Well, there are days when Iâm not in good shape.â
âThis is enough.â
Irene answered appropriately.
He was a little disappointed. But it wasnât a bad feeling.
It was fine if he wasnât a fortune teller.
He had already gained a lot from the note 5 years ago, so it was safe to say that the money he lent was enough for it.
No, considering Luluâs favorite Taiho, he received a lot more in return.
However, Kuvar didnât give up.
âHuhu, this friend. You donât believe that Iâm a true fortune-teller.â
âNo, uhm, thatâŠâ
Irene tried to say something.
If he was upfront, he would have responded right away, but Irene wasnât talented in that area.
He thought about how the situation could be handled, but he couldnât think of anything.
Of course, Kuvar wasnât upset. He just pointed it out.
Because of the change in the air, Irene took the Orcâs following words seriously.
âThe burden on your heart is bigger than anything I have seen before.â
âYes?â
âIt used to be well hidden, but itâs out in the open now. With a hard and heavy iron stake in your chest, it must have been hard.â
ââŠâ
âIt isnât something that you have placed on yourself. Someone completely unrelated is doing that.â
âWhat? Arenât you a bluffer? What is with thisâŠâ
âHmm, to be honest. Iâm not very good at fortune-telling. But now, Iâm looking into Irene Pareira, not with fortune-telling but with animism. Well, even though my spirit skills arenât at the level where I would show off⊠still, they aren't so messy that I canât recognize a strong and unnatural taboo.â
Kuvar smiled brightly at Ireneâs stiff expression.
Luluâs expression was also stiff.
Although she wasn't involved in it, she could guess what Kuvar meant.
The man in the dreams.
His life, where he wielded his sword, was nothing but the life of a lump of metal.
The same went for his swordsmanship.
Even the manâs motives werenât known. All that was known was a moving âsteel giant.â
A strong presence.
Crudeness and weight that cannot be controlled by oneâs own will.
Kuvarâs metaphor was very appropriate.
Irene looked at Kuvar without realizing it.
Sssh!
The Orc opened a pouch and poured its contents on the table.
Not something special like Taiho, just soil.
However, what happened next was weird.
Some of the scattered soil gathered together and turned into hard metal.
âOrc spiritualists believe that the world is made up of five elements. Hard metal is born from earthâŠâ
SssâŠ
As Kuvar swung his hand, water droplets began to form on the metal.
Eventually, the water which formed was soaked into the pile of soil, and a tree the size of two fingers grew.
âWater appears attracted to it, and the tree grows with the energy of water. And the treeâŠâ
Tak!
Wheeing!
Kuvar snapped his fingers, and sparks rose from the tree.
The flame which was burning with the firewood went out, but it didnât completely disappear.
Pointing to the ashes, Kuvar said.
âA fire is lit, and the flame that was exhausted will eventually return into the earth. The world is constantly maintained by the cycle of the five elements.â
ââŠ.â
âItâs the same with life. Just as earth nourishes metal, metal gives water, water nourishes trees, trees gives fire, and fire nourishes earth. The five elements are the source of life that maintain harmony through balance and coexistence. Huh.â
â⊠so, does my current state mean that my balance and harmony of energy is broken?â
âYou understand quite quickly. As I said before, it's too heavy and crude.â
âThen, how do we get rid of the iron stake?â
âIt cannot be removed. Didnât I say that balance is important. However, the force is too strong, so in this case, itâs necessary to suppress the energy by borrowing the opposite elementâs energy. This isnât some win-win, you need the element of fire. And that⊠could be a good opportunity.â
Thu!
As Kuvar waved his hand, metal rose again from the soil.
Although smaller, it was undoubtedly an iron stake.
It was dull and clunky. It didnât look like it couldnât be easily handled.
However, when fire came, the situation changed.
ShhhâŠ.
The shape of the iron stake changed due to the heat.
The fat lower part changed into the shape of a handle, and the upper part boasted a sleek and sophisticated look.
It was as if a fairytale swordsman took out a sword, a really beautiful one, enough to make anyone happy.
Kuvar handed the small sword to Irene, who was watching it with a blank expression.
âThis was an iron stake considered as a burden, but now it was smelted beautifully through such a hot flame⊠like this, it can be reborn as a great sword anyone wants to wield.â
âHow do I make a flame hot enough to melt an iron stake into a sword?â
Irene asked.
This was no light matter.
Kuvar, when talking about fortune-telling and animism, was completely different.