I who got fired from the S class adventure party worked as a support, want to have a slow life by becoming an alchemist - Chapter 10

Translator: NovelMultiverse

After leaving the royal capital, Central City, Slay was on his way to the magical city of Loonside, three days’ walk away from the royal capital.

He had left his companions, but he wasn’t traveling alone. He has a messenger beast, Lloyd.

Slay knew that there was no better companion to accompany him on his journey than Lloyd, so he was not worried about the journey at all.

However, there was one thing Slay was guilty of, and he had taken it to heart. Lloyd wouldn’t fully understand that.

“Hey …… we’re going to say goodbye to the area. Don’t be mad at me.”

There was no response from Lloyd to this slay’s words, but he was a very smart wolf.

Gradually, he might become sullen and sulk as he understood his separation from her.

He is only a benefactor to Elia, who saved his life with the Sacred Art, and in that sense, he is someone who has a stronger appreciation and respect for her than his emissary, Slay.

Do I leave you with some of the lunza berries? …… though,  you’re not the only one who will miss them.

If he was sulking, he wondered how far this favorite food would go to improve his mood.

Slay was in the mood for the future.

The second night. Slay finished his preparations for the encampment.

This area is familiar, and Slay, who is usually a ‘supporter’, took the lead in the members of the ‘Hazerushippu Blastwind’.

It’s not just that he grew up in the countryside, but he’s been used to playing in the wild since he was a child.

The other members of the group were raised in the city, so their knowledge and experience of nature, such as camping, was a bit limited, and Slay consciously took on the role. But now that he’s been banished in this way, he regrets that he shouldn’t have let the other guys gain experience as well.

It was Slay’s belief that since he called himself an all-around hand all-rounder, he wanted to stay on the fringes as the party’s sixth Sixth Man, a force to be reckoned with.

In fact, I think I’ve done most things with a good deal of dexterity. With the exception of his own exile.

“Well, let’s get to bed. …… It’s a good moon.”

Slay wrapped himself in the blanket he had taken out of the ‘Subspace Room’ and lay down, looking up at the full or near-full moon, or a moon that was close to it.

The shredded and hazy clouds over the moon were breezy and beautiful, but there was something ominous about it.

And there is a little wind flow. On days like this, the smell could easily travel far.

“…… Lloyd. You’ll wake me up when the time comes. You’re the only one I can count on.”

“Ruff.”

Without a doubt, the most dangerous part of traveling alone is when you sleep.

You never knew when or how anyone would sneak up on you, and sleeping peacefully in the open air in an unguarded environment was not an easy thing to do.

But Slay had Lloyd in mind.

If there was any sign of disquiet, he would detect and inform us with his hearing and scent senses, which were far superior to those of humans.

It’s a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you’re looking for.

If it’s an enemy that can be dealt with, the two can fight back, or if it’s too troublesome a hand to deal with, Lloyd’s legs can be used to make an emergency breakaway with Slay on board.

As for the guards at the time of the encampment, Lloyd was undoubtedly the shadowy merit of the “Explosive Gale Blast Wind”.

It was late in the night when the sound of Lloyd’s cries woke Slay, who had been in a deep sleep.

“Huh? ……, what’s up?”

Had the ominous premonition been right?

Slay jumped up the blanket and his eyes widened in response to the reflected scene.

”Ooh, …….”

The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by a herd of beasts around the campfire where Slay and Lloyd were.

Slay, who had grown up on the frontier, recognized the beast. It was a gray wolf.

Perhaps it was the lingering scent of dusk that had seeped into the trees and grasses around them.

“…… Lloyd, what do you think?　Can’t you hear me?”

And that’s when Slay asked, and that’s when it happened.

“Wah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…”

Lloyd looked up at the moon and let out a loud roar.

Angry. Along with the trembling air, Slay felt goosebumps rise on his body.

Then the high wolves that had surrounded the campfire in the distance fell in unison as if they were lying flat.

All in a show of obedience. In other words, total surrender.

However, Lloyd remained threatening and refused to break off the adversarial position.

“…… Hey, these guys may have come under your wing by any chance. Then. …… don’t get mad at me for me.”

When Slay soothed him apologetically, Lloyd finally stopped threatening him.

But as usual, he doesn’t seem to be letting his guard down.

…… Maybe I’m seeing something unusual right now.

It’s a good thing that you’re not going to have to worry about the fact that you’re not going to have to worry about the fact that you’re not going to have to worry about the fact that you’re not going to have to worry about the fact that you’re not going to have to worry about it.

But what we just witnessed was a clear hierarchical relationship as a species. Apparently, the legend was not a mistake.

Eventually, the gray wolf stood up fearfully and left underneath Slay and Lloyd.

Silence returned to the encampment, where the visitors had disappeared. Then even Lloyd, who had been on high alert, finally let his guard down and eased his stance.

”I’m sorry. I intimidated your fellow countrymen. …… Thanks, Lloyd.”

The fact that he didn’t relent, even though he was of his own kind, was probably anger at those who disturbed his master’s repose.

He was happy about that, but he was also sorry that he had made his approaching kindred evil.

Slay stroked Lloyd’s head as he rested his body in a comfortable position as if he were laboring over his work.