Volume 4 Chapter 92 The Outbreak Of War, And Then
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The signal for war has been raised.
The deep gong reverberated across the plain, vibrating through the ground beneath my feet.
From both sides, the armies began their advance.
The thundering hooves of cavalry hammered the earth, their armor flashing sharply under the unforgiving sun.
Suddenly, a massive movement stirred the Kingdom of Nakuos’ side.
The ground bulged upward, cracking as gray stone surfaces surfaced.
A colossal stone giant emerged—over twenty meters tall—with faint blue lights glowing where its eyes should be.
A golem.
Young Tanaka, one of the heroes summoned from our world, controlled it.
As I had expected, he intended to fight.
The other heroes, however, remained motionless.
They appeared on the battlefield but neither drew their swords nor raised any magic.
It seemed my earlier persuasion had worked.
Now, it was time for us to reveal ourselves—right in the heart of the battlefield.
I stepped out from the door of the Love Hotel, standing between the two armies on the vast plain.
Rozmiaque closed his eyes and began weaving a spell.
”Ssloualbo, Dracaena,” he chanted.
From the earth, tiny twin-leaf seedlings sprouted instantly.
They grew rapidly, their trunks stretching skyward and branches spreading wide, lifting us gently as if the world itself was pushing us up.
The ground beneath rose steadily, and within seconds, we reached fifty meters above the plain.
The broad branches beneath us blossomed with dense leaves, creating a lush green carpet—an island floating in the air.
Both armies stared, captivated and uneasy.
No one had predicted such magic.
Each side likely assumed the other had conjured this spectacle.
No one dared imagine a third force standing between them.
Yet, confusion did little to stop the battle’s momentum.
I reached into my magic bag and pulled out a massive harp—stationary, nearly as tall as a person.
”Quatro, please,” I ordered.
The boy dressed in a butler’s outfit straightened his back and nodded.
”Yes! Leave it to me, Sir Taro!” he said confidently.
Quatro placed his fingers delicately on the strings, then began to play with precision and solemn grace.
This was the Siren’s Harp, a magical treasure once guarded by the sea serpent—the Guardian of the dungeon’s fifth floor, the “Seafloor of Shadow Waves.”
Its power influenced the emotions of anyone who heard it, but only if performed skillfully.
A poor player would fail to awaken its magic.
Fortunately, Quatro was no novice.
He was the heir of the Shellmerchant guild and had been trained in noble arts, including music.
I entrusted him with this crucial task.
Lifia and Rozmiaque could perform as well, but this was a large-scale operation—more hands meant greater effect.
”Mooluumve, send the song,” Lifia chanted alongside him (T/N: “Cantumissū” – a magical incantation name).
The harp’s clear melody drifted on the breeze, spreading across the plain.
Its soft aftertones seeped into the hearts of the soldiers, dulling their will to fight, cooling their fiery emotions, and sapping their strength to grasp weapons.
Almost instantly, the advance faltered.
Swords began lowering one by one.
Eyes glazed over vacantly, and the rallying cries faded into uneasy silence.
The taut tension unraveled as if it had been an illusion.
As expected, the Siren’s Harp was a weapon of the dungeon’s deep floors.
Whoever conquered the dungeon might indeed claim dominion over this world.
Still, complete control over tens of thousands was impossible.
Some strong-willed souls resisted the harp’s magic, bouncing it back.
Others held fast, rallying those around them.
The brave boys—our heroes—seemed unaffected by the harp’s spell.
Perhaps their heroic aura or their rising magic resistance shielded them.
They remained still and calm, watching the scene unfold.
But one did not.
Young Yamada, obsessed with the princess of the Kingdom of Nakuos, chose to fight rather than savor his homeland’s flavors.
The towering golem he summoned thundered forward, shaking the ground with each heavy step.
It seemed to see us as enemies. Given the circumstances, it was not wrong.
Its massive strides split the soldiers apart as it headed straight for the battlefield’s center.
Conveniently, this meant I could respond without worrying about collateral damage.
”Motel, open,” I commanded.
A mechanical door appeared on the great tree’s trunk—one of the Love Hotel’s motels, a shutter designed for vehicles.
The heavy shutter slid open with a metallic groan.
Behind it lay my beloved ship, the Karmadéva.
The magic cannon at its bow was already trained on the golem.
Brownie, the gunner sailor, stood ready before the weapon, waving his hand.
The magical charge was complete—ready to fire at a single command.
I saw young Yamada, perched on the golem’s shoulder, widen his eyes in alarm.
He appeared to shout commands to the stone giant.
The golem swung its massive arm upward.
Does it have any means of attack at this distance? I wondered.
But it’s already too late.
”Fire!” I commanded.
At my signal, a dazzling light emitted from the magic cannon.
A deep roar shook the sky. A white flash streaked in a straight line, piercing through the golem’s body.
The rock giant lost its glow, rising dust as it crumbled down.
Yamada was also shaken off from his shoulder and soared through the air.
”Well, he’s a hero too. At that height, he should be fine,” I murmured.
My plan was far from over. The next phase.
”Cavalry, move out!” I ordered sharply.
In response to my command, metal shutters appeared at multiple points on the plain and slid open.
Carriages began to emerge one after another. Their decorations were modest, but the cargo beds were large and sturdy. These were transport vehicles borrowed from the Shellmerchant guild.
The carriages rolled across the plain.
A small figure in a sailor uniform sat at the coachman’s seat—the Brownie sailors.
Under Yomi’s command, the carriage fleet, laden with cargo, spread out across the plain.
The soldiers of both armies were gradually drawn toward the carriages by the bizarre scene.
Bewitched by the Siren’s Harp, they couldn’t resist their curiosity and moved ever closer.
Then, the moment the cloth covering the cargo beds was lifted, the air shifted.
What lay within was alcohol. And a large quantity of it. Bottles with unfamiliar labels, exuding an incredibly rich fragrance.
”Beer, wine, sake, whiskey,” I listed softly. “Among them were even sparkling wines and fruit wines.”
All of them were top-tier products not available in this world’s markets.
These were wines I procured from a Love Hotel.
Someone took a cautious sip.
Their face lit up, and they shouted, “Delicious!”
It started with one person. In the next moment, multiple soldiers stretched out their hands, and soon after, it became a snowball effect.
”Oh, me too!” one shouted eagerly.
”Let me drink!” another called out.
Both the Kingdom army and the Demon Race army, without distinction, regardless of enemy or ally, simply surrendered to the taste of the alcohol and began to get drunk.
Soon, the entire plain turned into a banquet hall.
The effect of the magic tool also aided in this, as the soldiers soon blushed, laughed, sang, embraced, and started conversing.
Swords were tossed aside, and some even began to dance.
”Stop this, you lot! Fight!” a well-dressed man shouted sharply.
Clad in high-quality military garb, the man was likely the commander of the unit.
Likewise, a few who hadn’t been affected could be seen here and there.
They were likely those with magic resistance—perhaps their levels were high, or they wore magical defense gear to ward off mental interference.
As the commander yelled for the soldiers to fight, a shadow rushed forward.
A small figure darted through the soldiers, closing in behind the commander, and struck him with a blunt blow.
With a dry crack, the man lost consciousness and crumbled to his knees.
The one who accomplished this was a girl with brown skin, a dancer’s costume, and black cat ears—Korukona.
Her supple movements and sharp precision were almost like a dance.
In another location, a bikini-armored knight with a red ponytail, Kéa, was wreaking havoc.
She approached the magician of the Demon Race who was beginning to chant and delivered a gut punch.
The magician sank without even making a groan.
A glamorous dancer and a warrior in revealing bikini armor. The two, with their prominently exposed breasts, raced across the battlefield.
Cheers erupted.
The soldiers were enlivened by her strength, beauty, and sensuality. Thanks to the effects of alcohol, the atmosphere was lively.
”Woo!” one soldier shouted.
”Good job, little lady!” another cheered.
”Knock that bastard out!” a third called.
Moreover, something was flying through the battlefield with aquatic grace.
Demon sardines swarmed the knights’ magical devices for mental defense, biting through them one after another. With each snap of destruction, the defenses dissipated, and the effects of the magic tools became tainted.
Controlling those demon sardines was Tifi. She accurately directed them, stripping away the magical defenses of both sides.
In another place, the members of the Gold Rank adventurer party ‘Star of the Dawn,’ led by Gaedaf, were subduing mercenaries who attempted to resist, binding their movements.
Lifia and Rozmiaque, utilizing Spirit Magic, kept watch over the surroundings, searching for those who were not being manipulated.
The sailors, commanded by Yomi, were mercilessly shoving bottles of alcohol into the mouths of soldiers who had already been incapacitated. The remaining reason was being relentlessly dissolved by alcohol.
In the midst of all this, the dwarf brothers Beckus and Nokiroul began to join the revelry among the soldiers.
With bottles of alcohol in hand, they linked arms with individuals from both the kingdom’s army and the Demon Race’s army, singing loudly.
”What are they doing?” I thought, bemused.
I was observing the battle situation while giving instructions to my comrades.
Additionally, I was ordering various alcoholic beverages from the Love Hotel’s room service. Beer, sake, wine, liqueur, champagne—everything they had.
I continuously loaded them onto the carriage, tirelessly delivering them to the battlefield.
Thus, those with fighting spirit gradually lost their strength, and the battlefield ceased to be a battlefield.
Before long, the plain was transformed into merely a large-scale banquet hall.
Notes:
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
• Rozmiaque – High-ranking elf investigating large-scale Spirit Magic usage. Condescending, believes a High Elf is involved. Uses 6-letter Spirit Magic to trap targets. Displays contempt for half-elves and humans. Aggressive interrogator, possibly capable of sensing hidden information.
• Quatro – Male. A young boy, the son of a council member of Latipak. His appearance is androgynous and delicate, wearing butler-style clothes. He was rescued by Ore and now spreads the ‘Room of Love’ teachings, believing Ore to be a divine figure. He is charismatic and speaks with regal dignity.
• Brownie – A little sailor fairy.
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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