A+A-Chapter 103
Roast Beef
Extending her wings of darkness, Roroa, a priestess serving the Black G.o.ddess, cheered joyfully as she soared in the sky.
(Finally, I am a kin.)
Roroa, who was a normal human until just now, could finally felt the comfort of light of night falling down from the heaven filled with the death aura of Black G.o.ddess.
She did not notice that the light of sun, the symbol of White G.o.ddess, which she had been bathing in before felt so abhorrent.
She couldn’t master it since she was still immature now, but she could now felt the power of Black G.o.ddess newly dwelling in her.
(Aa, O Black G.o.ddess who lives in the end of earth, I thank you for giving me a part of your power.)
While stroking her nape pierced with two holes as the proof of her ceremony to become a kin of the Black G.o.ddess, she laughed showing her now elongated canines which resembled fangs.
Her figure was not that of a fragile human that served the Black G.o.ddess, she was now a kin of the Black G.o.ddess who would fight against followers of White G.o.ddess and Chaos G.o.d while leading the followers of Black G.o.ddess, she was full of self-confidence.
In the fight that the six pillars including the Black G.o.ddess carried out to erase the Chaos of Myriad Colours from the world, the blood of the G.o.ddesses who suffered many injuries fell to the earth. At that time, it was recorded in the myth that any living being that survived after taking the blood of the G.o.ddesses would became “kin”.
The kin who were endowed with powerful ability to survive even the dragons would live forever, but they lost the ability to procreate.
Even if they met with men and women, no child would be conceived.
After ending the war with Chaos of Myriad Colours, the kin who could not increase any more would lead and teach the followers of the G.o.ddesses.
With the exception of the kin of Blue G.o.ddess that dwelled in the bottom of the sea, they would battle against the followers of other G.o.ddesses and Chaos G.o.d and those who were non-believers, causing their numbers to gradually decrease and disappeared from the front stage of Southern Continent.
…With the exception of the kin of the two contrasting G.o.ddesses, White and Black.
The kin of White G.o.ddess were born because she loved the human race and would occasionally descend before her followers.
A selected baby would be given a drop of her blood, giving the “white child” the power of dragon that easily surpa.s.sed other humans, though they had the same lifespan as humans.
As the agents of the White G.o.ddess that led the believers, they also elevated the followers of White G.o.ddess into the strongest religion in the world.
The kin of Black G.o.ddess had also escaped the decline as they had the “ability to increase the Black kin” which was not found in other kin.
The Black kin were able to create another Black kin by giving their blood to a close blood relative… that’s why they were able to increase their number.
In terms of pure power, they were a step weaker than the kin of other G.o.ddesses. Not to mention they had a deadly weakness of not being able to fight under sunlight when their bodies were covered with black dragon scales.
And it was the reason used on why the Black G.o.ddess departed to faraway place and had never showed her appearance again after the fight with Chaos of Myriad Colours.
Even among the believers of Black G.o.ddess, only those that could grow dragon scales and had the talent to become a great priest were selected to become kin.
Apostles of Black G.o.ddess served the temple that centered on the great priests who became kin, trusting on the day their descendants could be kin, the followers would do labour work in ex
change of the kin’s protection, while the kin provided their blood for the vitality of the religion.
[..N? It’s faint, but I can smell something nice.]
Those who had pa.s.sed the test to become the Black kin like Roroa had perception ability above humans.
It’s just a little, but she could felt the power of Black G.o.ddess gathering.
[Is it this place?]
She flapped her wings and followed the smell. The brightness of full moon light boosted Roroa’s night vision and she found the place of interest.
[N? Isn’t this… a door?]
There was a black door with a picture of a cat.
The towering black door stood upright and was illuminated with moonlight.
[Here, just a bit, but I can feel the power of Black G.o.ddess…]
Stroking the surface of the black door, Roroa sensed the residue of her power.
(Is this possibly magic?)
Roroa concluded its ident.i.ty, it was different from the power of the blessings of Black G.o.ddess, but she could feel it from the other side of the door.
Was it the power of magic which expressed the power that dwelled inside the body without needing the blessings of the G.o.ddess in this door?
According to knowledge she learned from the temple, they came to attack this continent thousands of years ago. Magic was the technology used by the long eared invaders who did not believe in G.o.d, even the Chaos of Myriad Colours which was the common enemy of the six pillars. In the place where Roroa lived, magic were rarely used except by the races that could instinctively use their magical powers.
During the confusion caused by the second coming of Chaos of Myriad Colours, the followers of Red that believed strength was righteous, the religion of White that was most believed in by weak humans so they were able to pick people with quality to become their followers, and the Black kin who managed to survive the invasion of long eared invaders and succeeded to steal their technology that the invaders used extensively.
(Maybe this is the magic that the great priest uses… probably.)
Because of the strength of the magic she could feel from the door, it was probably the one used by the great priest with strong magical power.
So it’s probably not dangerous.
Roroa felt that way and decided to open the door.
‘Chirinchirin’, the sound of bell echoed in the bright room.
(This place…!?)
Roroa looked around the room and saw a female demon walking around, her breath then hitched.
It was not permissible to have a follower of chaos in a sacred place where a black high priest was involved in.
Roroa tried to repel the follower of chaos and manifested dragon’s tail and nails…
—Don’t. We do not allow fighting here.
She felt weak for a moment, and was ready to collapse.
It was a strange voice that she couldn’t oppose, no, couldn’t think of.
(Wha, what!? What was that just now!?)
Surprised by the voice, Roroa looked around.
[Ano, customer-sama, is there something wrong?]
While doing such, the girl who was the follower of chaos approached her and asked.
[U, uun!? It’s nothing? That… a.]
Roroa was not going to fight anymore, she then noticed a man and woman in the room.
[…Un?]
[Ara.]
It seemed that they too noticed.
Unlike Roroa, the two of them had white skin and wore clothes with strange design that did not show their arms and legs.
However, Roroa who seriously studied in order to become kin was able to recognize their ident.i.ty.
[Etto, that… I’d like to talk with the people of there, so can I seat at the same table with them?]
[Yes? That table… please wait a moment, I’ll verify with them.]
The follower of chaos showed a confused face when she heard Roroa’s words, but then she went to check.
(A, maybe she’s not a bad person?)
Seeing the back of the retreating figure, Roroa thought so.
In the temple of the Black G.o.ddess, it was taught that all followers of chaos had to be killed as soon as they were encountered, but the girl in front of her did not seem to be a bad person that she had to kill immediately.
[I have confirmed it. Romero-san and Julietta-san said that they didn’t mind sharing their table and would like to talk with you, let me guide you there.]
[Un, understood.]
As she didn’t want to oppose it, she said so with a smile and Roroa moved towards that table.
[Yaa, such a pleasant night today isn’t it… I did not expect to meet someone from the same tribe as me. My name is Romero.]
[My name is Julietta… perhaps, this is your first time here?]
The two people drinking from a clear gla.s.s cups filled with blood-like red wine place their cups on the table and greeted Roroa.
[Etto, nice to meet you. My name is Roroa. I just became a Black kin, that, please take care of me.]
Roroa greeted the two who seemed to be members of Black kin though they did not seem to be a priest and priestess.
(That man… Romero must have been devoting himself to studies for hundreds of years.)
She was able to perceive that Romero had been a Black kin for quite a long time.
Maybe Julietta was his lover?
While thinking such, Romero asked Roroa with great interest.
[Fumu, a Black kin… Roroa-san, where do you live?]
[E? Where… usually at the capital city of Black G.o.ddess.]
[Black, is it? Is she the G.o.ddess of Darkness?]
[The G.o.ddess of Darkness? No, the darkness is certainly her domain, but the Black G.o.ddess is the Black G.o.ddess.]
While answering his question, they were enveloped in mysterious atmosphere.
She answered properly, and as far as Roroa knew, her answer was common sense, but the two people in front of her had strange looks.
It seemed that the man was worried for a while, he looked upwards as he pondered.
[Perhaps she is a child of “vampire country”. I never thought that it was true.]
Hearing Romero’s words, Roroa and Julietta asked him.
[E? Vampire? What is that?]
[Maa, there is a vampire country? I’ve never heard of such story.]
Romero decided to tell them about the story he had heard long ago while smiling wryly.
[It was a story from long ago, more than a thousand years, it was something I’ve heard from someone who had lived longer than a thousand years, but long ago, when elves explored around and subjugated savage tribes and demons to expand their territories, it seemed that they found a vampire country.
There was a vampire n.o.ble that ruled the place, in exchange of providing protection for the humans, he governed that place and was given blood.
And I’ve heard that strong people were chosen by the vampire to become members of their tribe, so there were many vampires there and those vampires who were able to wield their strong power anytime were unable to be subjugated even by the elves.]
[…Maybe, you’re calling the Black kin as vampires?]
Hearing Romero’s words, Roroa gleaned the meaning from it.
By deciphering the story so far, the vampires were Black kin that covered his body with black dragon scales and managed to overcome the sunlight, he was then nominated to rule over humans at the territory of Black G.o.ddess.
Perhaps the elves were the long eared invaders?
[Aa, that’s right. We are called vampires… but according to you, we are Black kin. Once again, nice to meet you.]
[Even if this is the otherworld dining hall, to think that we would meet a vampire of vampire country. Again, pleased to meet you.]
Anyway, they’re not enemies.
The two of them laughed showing their fangs.
[Yes, nice to meet you. By the way, this place is called the otherworld dining hall?]
Roroa also laughed showing her pointed fangs and asked the question in her mind.
[Aa, that’s right. This place is the otherworld dining hall, there are many delicious food here.]
[While its real name is different, everyone calls this place otherworld dining hall.]
The two answered Roroa’s question, glancing at the dish they had eaten while they were drinking until now.
In accordance to that, Roroa glanced at the food lined up at the table and tilted her head.
[Is this half-roasted meat an otherworld cuisine?]
Looking at the dish they were eating, Roroa said her honest impression.
The sliced meat showed that the meat inside was still pink, only its surface was well-roasted.
Even with vegetables arranged below the meat and some sort of sauce poured on top, it looked half-cooked.
[Ee, this cuisine is called roast beef.]
[This is good with red wine. If we want to eat a main menu, the beefsteak is excellent, but this is more compatible with alcohol. How about we eat together? I guarantee the taste.]
However, the two of them thought that this half-roasted meat dish was delicious.
(Maa, they don’t seem to be bad people…)
It would be rude if she didn’t eat after they recommended it.
Roroa picked up a fork placed by the follower of chaos and reached for the roast beef.
The sliced meat she stabbed with the fork was surprisingly soft.
(But, I wonder if it’s okay… no, I’m not human anymore, it’s fine.)
She was concerned whether she would get stomachache since this was not cooked enough, but that thought crossed her mind and she ate it.
[…Fuwa!?]
When she ate it, Roroa’s eyes widened in surprise.
The meat was not half-cooked. Even though it still seemed raw at first glance, it was cooked with fire properly.
The surface was fragrant while the inside was soft. When she chewed, the salt and spices used for seasoning mixed with the meat juice, and she could chew the meat easily.
The roasted meat was different from boiled meat. Roroa did not know that meat could be cooked like this.
[How is it? Surprising isn’t it? Even though it seems half-cooked, it’s actually not, this restaurant is really interesting.]
Romero said satisfactorily seeing her reaction.
The beefsteak which he ate when he first visited the restaurant, it seemed that there were many cases where ingenuity was more elaborate in a dish that seemed simple at first glance.
That’s why Romero and Julietta liked this restaurant.
[Now, feel free to eat more. I’ll order again when it’s finished.]
Listening to Julietta, Roroa pulled the dish towards her and ate more roast beef.
Despite being cooked with fire, the soft meat was overflowing with meat juice when she chewed.
The sauce contained something green and spicy that stung her nose, and it was mixed with a black sauce that had little acidity that suited the meat well, she felt that she could eat a lot of this dish.
[As I said earlier, it’s delicious as it is, but if eaten with wine, it’s even more delicious. You should try it…
Aa, Aletta. Excuse me, but I would like to order more roast beef. Bring us some bread too.]
Seeing Roroa whose appearance as a young woman wouldn’t change, Romero handed her the gla.s.s filled with red wine.
(…N! It really goes well with this alcohol!)
She drank the recommended drink, the alcohol with clear red colour and sour taste was also delicious.
It was probably made with a type of fruit that Roroa did not know, it certainly matched well with the meat.
She drank alcohol and ate the meat. And when she ate the soft, fluffy and slightly sweet “bread” recommended to her, it also fit well with meat.
(This otherworld dining hall is a good place. Romero-san is also nice.)
Feeling satisfied and happy, Roroa decided that she would come to this place again.
While thinking such, Roroa continued to eat happily.