Sorcerous Stabber Orphen: The Wayward Journey Volume 7
By Yoshinobu Akita and Yuuya Kusaka
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On the road to Kimluck headquarters, Orphen’s group is distracted by a sudden scream piercing the night. They discover the Kamisunda Theater, ancient Celestial ruins where those deemed worthy may discover the truth of the world. But is Orphen worthy?
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Sorcerous Stabber Orphen - Yoshinobu Akita
Prologue
He fidgeted atop a chair, unable to relax, as he’d been doing for some time now. It wasn’t exactly a room one could relax in. In fact, it was more like a shed, a space filled with haphazardly placed furniture that wasn’t being used anymore. He was seated, but it wasn’t as if anyone had offered him the chair. He’d pulled it out from where it was lodged, slanted between a chest and a dresser, and sat down in it of his own volition.
The gas light on the ceiling swayed dubiously. This place having gas despite not being in a town was unexpected and disconcerting. Tools that weren’t maintained always broke, and when gas was involved, breaking could mean an explosion or suffocation. But none of that mattered...
Dortin fidgeted again. He had on his heavy fur cloak (which he never removed, even while indoors) and his thick glasses. He was a young dwarf, part of a small race that had a nation on the south of the continent. He was about 130 centimeters in height—short and stout, with thick, black hair. He was the stereotypical dwarf, and the cloak he wore was stereotypical dwarf garb.
For a little while now, he had been stealing glances at another chair, atop which sat his brother. The older dwarf had the same fur cloak but no glasses, instead holding a sheathed longsword. He did nothing but yawn every so often, meaning he probably hadn’t realized the precarious situation they were in.
That’s when—bam! bam!—there were two loud knocks. Dortin jumped and turned toward the door, his expression like that of a falsely accused criminal. After the two knocks, there came an annoyed voice, like the speaker considered the ensuing words a waste of oxygen. Hey, we’re leaving! Are you unable to even come out if I don’t come and get you?!
Of course not, Dortin thought, but he didn’t say anything, merely standing slowly. His older brother, who never seemed to have a thought in his head, leapt off his chair like he didn’t have a thought in his head. In other words, this was typical behavior from him. ...Of course, I’d never think that,
he muttered to himself sarcastically. Though, even Dortin was unaware of exactly who the sarcasm was for.
In any case, Dortin sighed as his nearby brother—Volkan—nodded to himself.
I get it, Dortin.
...You get what?
Dortin responded feebly.
Volkan clenched his fist and declared, I get why you’re sighing! You’re itching to put your skills to use on our first big job in a long time, but you don’t want anyone to know, so you hide your excitement behind a sigh! Your big bro knows exactly how you feel!
...In what world would someone do something so roundabout?
Dortin groaned, but Volkan wasn’t hearing any of it. Of course, this too was business as usual.
Dortin sighed again and looked around—just like always. Inns like these on the outskirts of town were never very safe. Inns where we can easily sneak into a shed, in other words, he thought to himself.
The inn itself was a den of thieves who stole the guests’ traveling money. When he thought about it, it was a solid business plan that anyone would be able to think up. Meaning the inn they were currently staying at was merely the lair of a banal group only capable of thinking up such banal schemes. There shouldn’t be many inns like this around these days, and yet they had strolled right inside, on purpose, which was yet another thing that was just like always. That was the third just-like-always thing so far.
And the fourth thing: for some reason, his brother had hit it off splendidly with the people who’d made this their base.
Fifth: He’d dragged Dortin into it as well.
Sixth: They were now trapped with these thieves and murderers with no way to escape.
...Of course, it wasn’t always that so many of these things all happened together. Dortin sighed again.
You ready?!
someone shouted with utmost sincerity. It likely wasn’t directed at Dortin, but at everyone, and a chorus of voices responded.
Yeah!
I’m rarin’ to go!
Why? he thought, looking around bitterly.
The first floor of the inn was supposed to be a dining hall or tavern, but with bandits living there, it was more like a gathering spot. Now it was for preparing for a day’s thievery. Fifteen—including Dortin and Volkan—had gathered in the messy dining hall. They were all armed (except for Dortin) with various weapons. Some had proper swords on their belts, while others only wielded blades that may as well have been kitchen knives. One even had a weighted chain, though Dortin had no idea what he thought he’d use it for.
If one thing was for certain, it was that if they ran into the police, this group would have no way of talking their way out of it. Like, for instance, Oh, sorry, this is just a group meeting for metal tool enthusiasts.
Still, Dortin hoped they’d run into the police, even though he knew there’d be no patrols this far on the outskirts of town.
He glanced at his brother, who was gleefully nodding to himself for some reason or another. It was hard to imagine that expression on someone who just last night had been discovered devouring the vegetables left in the shed and had been about to trip his brother and run off by himself.
He held up his sword, sheath and all, and exclaimed proudly, Mm! No matter what the job, for the great Bulldog of Masmaturia, it’ll be just like stepping through thin ice!
...That’s so wrong, it’s actually right,
Dortin muttered next to him, but Volkan continued, just as oblivious as the rest of the group.
With my help, and this is just an example, but say we imagined what sort of enemy could stand before us, and we said for instance, a good-for-nothing, penniless, villain of a sorcerer, well, I could kill him just like adding too much dried seaweed to your soup!
Oh, yeah.
You add just a little bit more and it all spills out.
Volkan let out an approving huff as the men around him all came to a baffling sort of agreement with his words.
Well, in any case,
started the stern man who’d shouted, You ready?!
earlier as he shouldered his sword, nothing wrong with having more hands. I’m sure you’ll work enough to earn back the food you stuffed yourself with.
...So we’re working for free? Dortin asked himself. He answered himself, too. The answer was obvious, after all.
What was also obvious was that, considering the various tools the men were equipped with, the job they were about to do was definitely going to be far from savory.
Just then, silence descended upon the room. Dortin looked around, worried that he’d muttered his last thought out loud, but that didn’t seem to be the case. The bandits were all carefully lining up before a door leading deeper into the inn.
The door opened, just like that, and from it emerged a woman. Not a particularly striking woman—she was listless, her eyes suggesting that whatever she was up to was not worth the trouble. She wasn’t the kind of person who would draw your gaze if you saw her in town. That is, she wouldn’t be if she wasn’t armed.
She was 24, maybe 25, with short, sleep-tousled hair. She rubbed her face, which she clearly did nothing to maintain, and yawned. She had slightly oversized (made for a man, probably) leather armor on and a sword at her hip. Looking over the lined-up men with eyelids still heavy from sleep, she asked, annoyed, We ready?
A’ course, Boss!
One of the thieves bowed his head.
Ignoring his excited shout, the woman—the boss—gave a slight nod. She strolled through the men, taking a cloth from a pocket and swiftly tying it around her head. It was sky blue and clean. Organdy, maybe? Dortin thought for a moment but then quickly decided not to dwell on it. The bandits watched as she left the inn.
Awright, let’s go!
somebody shouted, and more voices followed.
...So, where are we headed?
Dortin nervously asked a nearby man.
The man cradled a handaxe (and Dortin really didn’t want to know what he planned to use it for) and answered simply, Kamisunda Theater.
Chapter I: It Began to Function
The night sky was at least beautiful. That was the extent of its usefulness, however.
Three figures sat around a crackling fire, silently watching the flames. A single piece of dried meat on a skewer was warming over the fire.
......Hey,
Orphen muttered. ...What do we do?
He was a young man of about twenty who frequently sported a mean look in his eyes. Right now, however, his expression was more gaunt than anything. He had dark hair and dark eyes, the only one among the three who looked just like an average non-noble. He was dressed in black, with a pendant of a one-legged dragon wrapped around a sword—the symbol of the foremost school of black sorcery on the continent, the Tower of Fangs—hanging at his chest.
His question was answered by the boy sitting to his right with his arms around his knees. What do you mean, what do we do? There’s only one truth.
The boy had thin blond hair and green eyes and was fourteen or fifteen in age. He was also dressed in black but had no pendant. The black shirt and cloak he wore didn’t suit him in the least.
The last of the three sat to his right and Orphen’s left with the fire in between them all. She was a girl of about seventeen with long blond hair. A jet-black dog sat atop her ripped jeans as she gazed at the fire like the other two. The question is who gets to eat the one piece of meat we have, right? Not that it matters to Leki, since he never eats anything. I wonder if he’s photosynthesizing or something.
She pet the dog on her lap, who closed his brilliant green eyes and nuzzled his head against her hand.
Can we just... split it three ways?
The blond boy spoke up.
Orphen glanced his way and said in a low voice, Majic...
He continued to Majic, for that was the boy’s name. The choice is we either all take a bite and merrily starve together or one of us gets some energy and heads to the nearest town for help.
The nearest town?
It’s twenty kilometers away,
Orphen muttered emptily and looked up. They’d built this fire in a field a little bit off the road. They could no longer see Fenrir’s Forest, the great woods that covered a fifth of the continent, and as they headed north, the terrain changed gradually from woodlands to prairie. They were smack dab in the middle of that prairie now, and down the road twenty kilometers—or a little more than 23 to be precise—there was a town.
Orphen glanced in that direction and added casually, I’m guessing I’ve got the most stamina.
No way.
Without taking his eyes off the meat, Majic continued, I think the teacher should rest and entrust his hopes to his young pupil.
Girls must be treated with care... wouldn’t you say?
The young woman’s voice was