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Fantasia of the Silver-Biding House of Eggs ~Eastern Country & Northern Country~ | Chapter 4
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Heathcliff gazes at the chickens, slightly dejected.
Since he got his hopes up at the chance to see the delicate craftsmanship of an artisan, it’s understandable that he might be a little disappointed.
Nero: Don’t get so down. You still get to visit a place that not many get a chance to see for themselves.
Heathcliff: You’re right. It might not exactly be like the work created by traditional silversmiths, but I also want to see the silverwork born from these eggs.
Faust: Enough talk about silverwork. Time to get to the matter at hand.
Faust’s gaze flickers towards the giant silver egg that I noticed earlier.
Faust: The magical creature in your letter..... Is that it?
The owner nods, looking subdued.
Heathcliff: Eh......
Shino: That’s a magical beast?
Akira: (I did think it was particularly huge, but......)
Owen: I thought so.
Bradley: Yeah. There’s obviously something going on here.
While myself and the younger wizards are shocked, the older wizards all seem perfectly calm and composed.
They probably realized it the moment we stepped into the castle.
The fact that the silver egg wasn’t just a large decoration, but a strange and foreign object.
Snow & White: Well, well......
Snow and White draw closer and inspect the giant egg.
Snow: I can understand what drove you to send us the request, even if it meant having to reveal your shop’s location.
White: There’s a tremendous amount of power residing inside this egg.
Shino & Heathcliff: ............
Abruptly, an air of tension fills the room.
The Eastern wizards take a step back, distancing themselves from the egg.
In contrast, the Northern wizards do the complete opposite: they surround the egg, their expressions taunting, as if asking, “who do you think you are?”
Bradley: I heard you only dealt in top-tier goods here, but a magical beast’s egg? How on earth did something manage to pop this out?
Mithra: You don’t know? A chicken laid it, of course.
Bradley: Idiot.
Owen: Idiot.
Mithra: Huh? I’ll kill you both.
Owen: Look at the chickens around here. Do you really think any of them could lay such a huge egg?
Mithra: Who cares. I’m sure they can if they try hard enough.
Nero: I really don’t think that’s possible.....
Faust: Your letter mentioned that this happened because of the < Great Catastrophe >. Can you tell us how this egg came to be?
At Faust’s urging, the owner lowers his gaze and starts telling his story.
Owner: On the night that the < Great Catastrophe> attacked...... I remember that the chickens were unusually rowdy.
That said, it was the kind of night that roused restlessness in any magical soul. I foolishly assumed that’s why the chickens were acting that way.
His age-worn face contorts.
Owner: But the next morning..... When I came down to the coop......
Tragically, more than half of the chickens were already dead.
Owner: That was the horrific extent of the damage that the < Great Catastrophe > wrought that night.
It was like an entirely different place — countless corpses lined the coop. And in the middle of that carnage, I found this giant egg left behind.
As if in exchange for the lives of my lost children.
The owner turns to look at the egg behind him with grief-stricken eyes.
Faust: In other words...... Under the influence of the < Great Catastrophe >, a freshly laid silver egg absorbed countless lives from its surroundings, and now harbors a tremendous amount of magic.
Snow: Under normal circumstances, the menial amount of magic these chickens harbor wouldn’t become a problem no matter how many of them one might absorb and feed on.
White: But if the < Great Catastrophe > were involved, that would be a different matter.
Will we see the birth of good, or evil? Much like a roll of the dice, there’s no way to predict what will emerge from the egg.
Nero: ............
I gaze at the egg with some trepidation. Curiously, after learning that it is a living thing, I can almost sense it pulsating.
I wonder what it nurtures within its silver shell.
What lies inside? A fearsome monster with power tantamount to what it absorbed, or simply......
Owner: In my many years of service as the caretaker here, this is the first incident of its kind.
It is entirely possible that what emerges from this egg might not be a fearsome beast, but a wonderful piece of silverwork, the likes of which no one has laid their eyes on thus far.
And should it be a grotesque creature, it would still be a life that my adorable chickens have brought into the world. If it were my choice, I would watch over the egg until the moment it hatches.
Looking distressed, the owner shakes his head firmly.
Owner: But in the event a magical beast is born, I would not be able to protect the rest of my children with my frail and aging body.
I don’t want to lose any more of my adorable children. That’s why......
Please lend me your strength. He says, his voice a heartrending plea.
Snow: We understand. Let’s destroy this egg at once. It’s obviously a dangerous object.
White: Since the egg has grown abnormally enlarged with magic, it’s probably already strong enough to ward off our magic, even at this embryonic stage.
Snow: Should they attack it, most wizards wouldn’t be able to inflict any damage whatsoever, but that won’t be a problem for us Northern wizards.
White: Our children might be lagging behind in teamwork, but they’re the top of the class when it comes to destruction.
Snow & White: Boys, we’re counting on you.
Mithra: We can do whatever we want with this egg after we crack it, right? I wonder how many eggs benedicts you could make......
Owen: I want pancakes. With heaps of cream on them.
Mithra and Owen are all fired up, already looking forward to what they’re going to do with the egg after they break it.
As if sensing danger, the chickens suddenly grow rowdy. They all fly out of their nests, and huddle petrified in the corners of the coop.
Owner: ............
Amidst the clucking of chickens, the owner hangs his head. His wrinkle-lined hands ball into tight fists, trembling imperceptibly.
I recall how gentle his hands were as he picked up a chicken. His gaze and gestures were filled with unmistakable love.
Akira: (.....He doesn’t actually want to break the egg......)
From our point of view, it’s nothing more than a strange egg that poses potential danger. But it’s not so simple for him.
What if it were my own cat, which I had showered with all of my affection? Or my own dog? A friend or even a lover? What if it were my family?
And even if it didn’t fit any of those categories, what if it were still an irreplaceable existence to me?
Imagining these scenarios leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Nero: ......Do we have to decide right away?
I look up at the words I had unconsciously been hoping to hear.
Nero: Since the egg was already born into this world, why don’t we just wait a little longer for it to hatch?
Who knows, it might be a really amazing piece of silverwork, you know?
Heathcliff: ......I agree.
I’m scared too, but...... More than that, I want to see what hatches from the egg.
Akira: Nero, Heath......
Snow: That may be so..... But do you two realize what you’re saying?
White: It may very well give rise to an abominable monster.
Chapter 3 << | index | >> Chapter 5
Heathcliff gazes at the chickens, slightly dejected.
Since he got his hopes up at the chance to see the delicate craftsmanship of an artisan, it’s understandable that he might be a little disappointed.
Nero: Don’t get so down. You still get to visit a place that not many get a chance to see for themselves.
Heathcliff: You’re right. It might not exactly be like the work created by traditional silversmiths, but I also want to see the silverwork born from these eggs.
Faust: Enough talk about silverwork. Time to get to the matter at hand.
Faust’s gaze flickers towards the giant silver egg that I noticed earlier.
Faust: The magical creature in your letter..... Is that it?
The owner nods, looking subdued.
Heathcliff: Eh......
Shino: That’s a magical beast?
Akira: (I did think it was particularly huge, but......)
Owen: I thought so.
Bradley: Yeah. There’s obviously something going on here.
While myself and the younger wizards are shocked, the older wizards all seem perfectly calm and composed.
They probably realized it the moment we stepped into the castle.
The fact that the silver egg wasn’t just a large decoration, but a strange and foreign object.
Snow & White: Well, well......
Snow and White draw closer and inspect the giant egg.
Snow: I can understand what drove you to send us the request, even if it meant having to reveal your shop’s location.
White: There’s a tremendous amount of power residing inside this egg.
Shino & Heathcliff: ............
Abruptly, an air of tension fills the room.
The Eastern wizards take a step back, distancing themselves from the egg.
In contrast, the Northern wizards do the complete opposite: they surround the egg, their expressions taunting, as if asking, “who do you think you are?”
Bradley: I heard you only dealt in top-tier goods here, but a magical beast’s egg? How on earth did something manage to pop this out?
Mithra: You don’t know? A chicken laid it, of course.
Bradley: Idiot.
Owen: Idiot.
Mithra: Huh? I’ll kill you both.
Owen: Look at the chickens around here. Do you really think any of them could lay such a huge egg?
Mithra: Who cares. I’m sure they can if they try hard enough.
Nero: I really don’t think that’s possible.....
Faust: Your letter mentioned that this happened because of the < Great Catastrophe >. Can you tell us how this egg came to be?
At Faust’s urging, the owner lowers his gaze and starts telling his story.
Owner: On the night that the < Great Catastrophe> attacked...... I remember that the chickens were unusually rowdy.
That said, it was the kind of night that roused restlessness in any magical soul. I foolishly assumed that’s why the chickens were acting that way.
His age-worn face contorts.
Owner: But the next morning..... When I came down to the coop......
Tragically, more than half of the chickens were already dead.
Owner: That was the horrific extent of the damage that the < Great Catastrophe > wrought that night.
It was like an entirely different place — countless corpses lined the coop. And in the middle of that carnage, I found this giant egg left behind.
As if in exchange for the lives of my lost children.
The owner turns to look at the egg behind him with grief-stricken eyes.
Faust: In other words...... Under the influence of the < Great Catastrophe >, a freshly laid silver egg absorbed countless lives from its surroundings, and now harbors a tremendous amount of magic.
Snow: Under normal circumstances, the menial amount of magic these chickens harbor wouldn’t become a problem no matter how many of them one might absorb and feed on.
White: But if the < Great Catastrophe > were involved, that would be a different matter.
Will we see the birth of good, or evil? Much like a roll of the dice, there’s no way to predict what will emerge from the egg.
Nero: ............
I gaze at the egg with some trepidation. Curiously, after learning that it is a living thing, I can almost sense it pulsating.
I wonder what it nurtures within its silver shell.
What lies inside? A fearsome monster with power tantamount to what it absorbed, or simply......
Owner: In my many years of service as the caretaker here, this is the first incident of its kind.
It is entirely possible that what emerges from this egg might not be a fearsome beast, but a wonderful piece of silverwork, the likes of which no one has laid their eyes on thus far.
And should it be a grotesque creature, it would still be a life that my adorable chickens have brought into the world. If it were my choice, I would watch over the egg until the moment it hatches.
Looking distressed, the owner shakes his head firmly.
Owner: But in the event a magical beast is born, I would not be able to protect the rest of my children with my frail and aging body.
I don’t want to lose any more of my adorable children. That’s why......
Please lend me your strength. He says, his voice a heartrending plea.
Snow: We understand. Let’s destroy this egg at once. It’s obviously a dangerous object.
White: Since the egg has grown abnormally enlarged with magic, it’s probably already strong enough to ward off our magic, even at this embryonic stage.
Snow: Should they attack it, most wizards wouldn’t be able to inflict any damage whatsoever, but that won’t be a problem for us Northern wizards.
White: Our children might be lagging behind in teamwork, but they’re the top of the class when it comes to destruction.
Snow & White: Boys, we’re counting on you.
Mithra: We can do whatever we want with this egg after we crack it, right? I wonder how many eggs benedicts you could make......
Owen: I want pancakes. With heaps of cream on them.
Mithra and Owen are all fired up, already looking forward to what they’re going to do with the egg after they break it.
As if sensing danger, the chickens suddenly grow rowdy. They all fly out of their nests, and huddle petrified in the corners of the coop.
Owner: ............
Amidst the clucking of chickens, the owner hangs his head. His wrinkle-lined hands ball into tight fists, trembling imperceptibly.
I recall how gentle his hands were as he picked up a chicken. His gaze and gestures were filled with unmistakable love.
Akira: (.....He doesn’t actually want to break the egg......)
From our point of view, it’s nothing more than a strange egg that poses potential danger. But it’s not so simple for him.
What if it were my own cat, which I had showered with all of my affection? Or my own dog? A friend or even a lover? What if it were my family?
And even if it didn’t fit any of those categories, what if it were still an irreplaceable existence to me?
Imagining these scenarios leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Nero: ......Do we have to decide right away?
I look up at the words I had unconsciously been hoping to hear.
Nero: Since the egg was already born into this world, why don’t we just wait a little longer for it to hatch?
Who knows, it might be a really amazing piece of silverwork, you know?
Heathcliff: ......I agree.
I’m scared too, but...... More than that, I want to see what hatches from the egg.
Akira: Nero, Heath......
Snow: That may be so..... But do you two realize what you’re saying?
White: It may very well give rise to an abominable monster.
Chapter 3 << | index | >> Chapter 5