Chapter 99 Wagner Theatre
"Hehehe... Kuku..."
The thick clouds covering the sky didn't bother me at all.
As I strolled through Joosa's streets, I was on cloud nine, just as you can see.
(Finally... finally, I have my own heroic tale!)
From the mayor of Haboch town leading the way, or from the townsfolk passing by, I was still receiving looks of respect.
Being called a hero knight felt surreal.
I'm not so clueless that I wouldn't notice that.
(The "hero knight" who saved Korghi Village... Ms. Hauchi sure knows how to flatter me.)
It seems that Ms. Hauchi and the people of Korghi Village have been spreading the word about our exploits to the traveling merchants and bards.
In this world, where entertainment is scarce compared to modern times, someone's heroic tale becomes a great source of amusement.
They say things like, a noble knight, a friend of the poor, a newly born crimson hero, the one who ends nightmares, and so on.
Shura even muttered, "That's a bit over the top," about how much praise I was getting. No wonder I was feeling so high.
"Well, it's an honor to guide such a distinguished person through our town! Even as a newcomer, we'd love to share in your glory!"
"Hmph, ain't nothin' you share gonna water down my wins. Keep throwin' it out there, though."
"Oh, such generous words! Truly, you are the legendary hero everyone speaks of! Wahahaha!"
"Kuahahaha!"
"...Hah. You're getting a bit carried away."
"Ahaha. That's what makes Hiiro so great."
"You don't have to force yourself to back up that fool, Mr. Quollio."
"Hmph, Hiiro, how sneaky of you to already be so accomplished!"
Hehe, don't be jealous, Syam. Sure, the praise is over the top, but it's true that I worked hard. I can accept all the compliments I can get.
"...Lord of Haboch town, while I appreciate the tour, I would like to meet our client soon."
"Oh, my apologies. I got a bit carried away there. I really wanted you to meet the members of the Inquisitorial Council, but I can't be too demanding of a knight who has come all this way."
"...Inquisitorial Council?"
"It's a small council of about 7 people, starting with me, Haboch. Of course, it's nothing compared to the 'Twelve Seats' back in the homeland."
Mr. Haboch humbly responds to Captain's inquiry.
An Inquisitorial Council, huh? Sounds pretty fancy.
But the 'Twelve Seats' is the council that decides the politics of Asgardam. So, this is like a neighborhood meeting or something.
Thinking that way made it seem less intimidating, but Captain Shidou just narrowed his one eye.
"Oh, there I go rambling again. This way, please. The theater troupe should still be working in the square."
"...Workin' in the square?"
"Yes, yes, that's right! As part of our entertainment efforts, we've asked the theater troupe to incorporate our wishes into the 'performance' they will present... and!!
They've turned our town square into a 'theater'!!"
* * *
"Oh wow!!"
"Whoa, that's amazing!"
"I can't deny, those performers got skills."
"This is quite something."
"Absolutely stunning. As expected of the Wagner Troupe..."
Following the guide, we arrived at a place that left us all in awe.
After seeing Joosa's small town, with its modest streets, I had a certain image of what the square would look like.
"This is unbelievable."
(Looks like some massive, dark-ass behemoth!)
Seeing the massive structure covered in black cloth in the square, even the Hiiro filter couldn't block it out. Quollio was already shouting about how wonderful it was.
"Surprising, isn't it? This is the portable theater that the Wagner Troupe has prepared for us!"
A theater. This is... it looks just like a circus tent.
And it's portable? What even is that? I really wanted to see the moment they set it up.
"Alright, let's head inside. Hehe, don't worry. There's definitely no sheep's head and dog meat here!"
(Why is the town mayor so proud?)
(Shut up, you're just asking for trouble.)
Seeing the town mayor's big diamond smile, I felt the same way as Ruthless. But I also understood why he was so excited.
While I was lost in those thoughts, we slipped through the curtain-draped entrance led by Mr. Haboch.
"Wow..."
The inside of the theater was impressive enough to make me drop my honest praise.
There were lights hanging from the ceiling and rows of long benches where multiple people could sit. In front of us was a deep stage, with workers bustling around carrying wood and metal parts.
This was truly THE theater. It was on a whole different level.
Just as Mr. Haboch said, the sheep's head was indeed all sheep inside.
"Finally made it, huh?"
Just as we were admiring the theater, a loud clack of shoes echoed from the back, and a striking trio appeared.
"Oh. Hmm, hmm, hmm."
(Huh, what's with the sudden change?)
The tall, skinny man in the front suddenly stopped, scratching his long black hair with a loud scratch-scratch, and for some reason, he leaned in close to my face... and said:
"Alright.
Alright.
Hey, you with the villainous face.
──I'll give you a role. Get up on my stage."
...Whaaat!?
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