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 27
Chapter 27: The Answer Emerges
During their investigation, the trio arrived at a small hill where the magical energy remained dense.
Maior’s Detection skill continuously picked up high concentrations of magical energy. The semi-spherical detection revealed scattered magical disturbance underground, with the density increasing the deeper they went.
“Attalos-san, there are seven magical disturbance underground, and the further down we go, the higher the magic concentration. I’ll continue to investigate deeper—”
“Wait!”
Attalos, his expression frantic, tried to stop Maior, but it was too late.
“Huh!?”
What Maior’s skill detected was a monster, one far more powerful than anything they had seen before.
“Maior, what did you see!?”
“A monster! It’s incredibly strong, unlike anything I’ve seen before.”
“They might have noticed us. We need to run!”
Suddenly, all three felt a tingling sensation across their skin.
“MOVE!”
At the moment Attalos shouted, a loud “BOOM” echoed as something burst through the hillside from underground.
What emerged was a one-eyed giant—Cyclops.
Attalos and Seneca managed to dodge the underground assault, but Maior, unfortunately, was caught and flung away.
The Cyclops immediately charged towards Maior, intent on delivering a fatal blow.
Attalos instantly activated his sub-skills, rushing to Maior’s side.
” 【Swift Step】 , 【Light Blade】 !”
Typically, Cyclopes were large, blue skinned monsters known for their brute strength, but this one was slim, red-black, and unnaturally fast.
Given the Cyclops’ unexpected speed, Attalos abandoned defense to ensure Maior’s safety, channeling all his magical energy into his body as he charged forward.
“Maior!!!”
Seeing Attalos approaching at high speed, the Cyclops sneered and, with explosive force, redirected its attack towards him.
“Attalos-san!!”
Seneca, who had jumped in to help Maior, screamed as Attalos took the Cyclops’ blow head-on and was sent flying.
Reacting swiftly, Seneca aimed and shot five magic needles directly at the Cyclops’ large eye.
Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam!
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the Cyclops hastily defended and dodged.
Using this opening, Seneca grabbed the unconscious Maior and dashed towards the direction Attalos had been thrown.
Attalos struggled to his feet, though he staggered and bled from his mouth. His left arm bent unnaturally but glowed faintly, possibly from some healing magic.
“Seneca, take Maior and run,” Attalos commanded firmly, his tone harsher than ever before.
“But…”
“RUN!!!”
Attalos’ voice boomed with magical force, shaking the air and jolting Seneca.
Overwhelmed, Seneca fled with Maior on her back. Watching her retreat, Attalos sighed in relief and then glared at the Cyclops.
“Even if it costs me my life, I’ll kill you!”
The Cyclops, not understanding the human’s words, sneered again and took a stance.
Seneca continued running with Maior on her back. The sound of intense battle echoed behind her, where Attalos fought with all his might.
Once she was at a safe distance, she gently laid Maior down under a large oak tree.
Checking Maior’s condition, she found broken ribs and arms but no head injury, and her breathing was stable. Though a specialist was needed, her life didn’t seem in immediate danger.
“Ugh…”
“Maior!”
Maior groaned but didn’t open her eyes.
Lifting Maior’s upper body, Seneca pulled out a mid-grade potion, crafted by Kito, from her pouch. Opening the cap, she brought it to Maior’s lips, hoping she would drink.
As Maior’s body was enveloped in light from the potion, the minor scrapes on his skin began to heal.
After a moment, Maior’s eyes fluttered open, and he regained some strength.
“…Seneca.”
“Maior!”
“I was suddenly blown away, and then… What about Attalos-san?”
“…He’s fighting the mutated Cyclops. Probably with his life on the line.”
Hearing this, Maior’s eyes widened in shock.
“Seneca, go. I’ll be fine…”
“But…”
“If I use the monster repellent Kito made, I’ll be safe for a while. I’ll rest a bit, so please go help Attalos-san…”
With that, Maior closed her eyes again, this time appearing to sleep peacefully.
Seneca, overwhelmed by Maior’s words, felt lost about what was the right thing to do.
She needed a moment to think.
Laying Maior down, she gathered large leaves and covered her. As instructed, she spread the pungent monster repellent around the area.
Her mind was clouded with worry and confusion. She couldn’t think clearly.
What should she do?
What was the right answer?
Though only a brief moment passed, it felt like an eternity to Seneca.
Her thoughts first turned to her parents.
Her parents and Lucius’ had defeated an Orc King, a monster typically faced by gold-ranked adventurers. It was deemed impossible for a silver-ranked party of four, yet they stood their ground and achieved victory.
That was Seneca’s pride.
Becoming like them was her greatest dream.
Next, she thought of Lucius.
He was a gentle, timid boy with talent in swordsmanship.
Yet, even Lucius would one day stand against unbeatable foes, just like their parents.
Seneca’s wish was to stand beside him.
That was the vow she made that night.
Then, she thought of Kito.
Kito had helped her when she was excluded and supported her after Lucius was gone.
Seneca always wanted to be someone Kito could be proud of.
She had vowed never to do anything she couldn’t face Kito with pride.
Lastly, she thought of Maior.
Maior aspired to slay a dragon and become a hero. Seneca would never forget their shared laughter and tears of joy.
As a companion to future heroes like Lucius and Maior, what action would be worthy?
What deeds could she proudly report to her parents and Kito?
“The answer is clear.”
Before she realized it, Seneca was running.
She touched the hilt of her sword.
It still felt slightly too thick for her, but it gave her strength.
From the night she first held this sword after hearing of her parents’ demise, she had resolved herself. Seneca reminded herself of that.
She was scared.
Her body trembled.
She almost stumbled over a minor dip in the ground.
Was being a hero really this terrifying?
Was she truly this powerless?
Seneca felt the weight of these realizations.
A single tear traced down her cheek.
She realized her spirit was on the verge of breaking.
She reassured herself once more.
“I’m not crying out of fear. I’m crying because I’m getting closer to being a hero!”
With a loud declaration, she felt her nerves settle.
The closer she ran, the louder the sounds of battle became.
The battlefield was just ahead.