I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 124

Episode 124 Absence

One month after the Stampede incident, a large crowd gathered in the plaza of Tinoopul, the capital of the Romanus Kingdom.

The first to appear was the King himself.

The King declared that the Stampede, which had broken out in the city of Trias, had safely come to an end, and he expressed his gratitude to the adventurers who had contributed to its resolution.

The citizens already knew that the chaos had subsided, but rumors and worries had continued to linger. The King’s declaration finally allowed them to feel at ease.

The fact that the damage had been relatively minimal was another reason the people could truly rejoice.

Following the King, Pope Anacletus, Saintess Fides, and former Cardinal Gradius appeared.

Pope Anacletus informed the people that a new bearer of Holy Magic had emerged and emphasized that this individual had played a major role in ending the Stampede.

Saintess Fides spoke once more about the mission of saints and saintesses, and former Cardinal Gradius insisted that in order for the saints to fulfill their duties, they should be granted a certain degree of freedom.

The King, the Pope, and the Saintess jointly declared that the freedom of the saints would be respected, while also hinting at strict measures against those who violate the rules.

The people rejoiced at the announcement of the Stampede’s end and the birth of a new saint.

However, among the crowd were some who looked upon the scene with stern eyes.

These individuals would one day become famous, but at the time, they were still nameless youths.

• • “Divine Clairvoyance” Maior

• • “Matchless Cunning” Moff

• • “Explosive Ember” Gaia

• • “Blessed with Love” Plautia

• • “Dripping Grace” Kito

News reached them that Seneca had been promoted to Silver-ranked adventurer, but not a single one of them felt like celebrating the achievement.

Seneca was dreaming a happy dream.

In it, she was living peacefully with her parents and Lucius’s family in the village of Cordoba.

Each day was filled with joy and hope.

She learned swordsmanship from Eus and Junius, and Anna and Helwia were teaching her how to cook.

She often played with Kito.

Kito always listened patiently and smiled gently.

She frequently visited the village chief and his wife.

Whenever there was something to celebrate, everyone would feast on Kanon-san’s lamb and eat until their bellies were full.

Sometimes she overeats, but even those slip-ups became fond memories.

She continued her adventurer training with Lucius, just like always.

They hunted monsters, foraged for herbs—every day was filled with new challenges.

Sometimes, they even held hands.

Because, well, Seneca and Lucius were already fourteen…

Their skills were [Sewing] and [Holy Magic]…

Wait—
Where’s Maior?
What about Gaia and Plautia?

Emily? Nort?
Piqué, Mitts, the headmaster, Sister…?

Oh right.
She still had to tell her parents about Attalos-san and Rentulus-san…

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait…

When Seneca opened her eyes, she felt a warm sensation in her left hand.

Looking to the side, she saw Lucius sleeping, gently squeezing her hand.

Seneca felt overwhelmed with joy, but an intense feeling of wrongness quickly followed.

When she looked up, a red sky stretched endlessly above them.

“…Where are we?”

As if in response to her voice, Lucius stirred and let out a soft groan.

Suddenly, he sat up and turned toward her.

“Seneca, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Before she could even respond, Lucius had already begun casting healing magic on her.

“I’m fine, but are you okay, Lucius?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. More importantly…”

Lucius calmed himself a little and looked around their surroundings—then swallowed hard.

“…Where is this?”

“That Gargoyle created a subspace and started sucking you in at the end. I grabbed onto you, but before I knew it… we ended up here.”

“I see… I remember now. That thing got the better of me…”

Lucius said quietly.

“Seneca, do you know where we are?”

“No, I don’t. Do you?”

“Yeah… I do. I’ve researched it at the church many times.”

Seneca looked at him, waiting for the answer.

“This is the Demon Realm.
A lonely world teeming with monstrous abominations.”

[Author Note]

Thank you for reading as always!

We’ve finally made it this far.

It felt like the story was heading toward its finale, but… it’ll continue just a bit longer!

Starting next chapter, we enter Volume 12: The Demon Realm Arc!

Updates will shift to an irregular weekly schedule—thanks for your continued support!