Undercurrent

"Brother, what happened to him?"

Finnian, who was harvesting monster material, asked the knight beside him in a low voice.

Fintan glanced back at the lone figure standing off the field.

"I don't know, it was just sudden anyway, and I don't know what he was mad about."

"Oh, is it the power of anger?"

Finnian's face was filled with thought as he thought back to the scene in which his opponent had just made a big splash.

"No wonder it can be so powerful."

"He's awesome as a hammer ..."

Fintan wanted to say something, but finally just shook his aggrieved silver sword.

Removing the organ with the most intense transcendental activity from the monster's body, and cutting a piece of chicken leg taller than their people, the erudite set up a mystical ritual on the spot, and refined all of the monster's flesh and blood into a puddle of dark red powder, filling two large vials full of it.

Feathered plume, jaws, fleshy crown, and a large rooster's head.

Eleazar came over and helped them with a little something, then looked at the big chicken leg behind the knight again.

Without saying anything more, silently picking up that chicken head, they walked out of the mountain.

Leave it to the more tractable Finnian students to go to the neighboring village and buy some cloth to wrap up the scary flesh and blood material.

The three of them hiked to the town a few dozen kilometers away.

Finnian, who was also carrying a large package, craned his head to look at the silent people on either side of him.

Eleazar's classmates didn't know what to think, and one could only tell that his mind was completely gone.

And the chants from his brother's mouth just didn't stop, again, he didn't know what he was complaining about.

Finnian thought for a moment and asked towards his side:

"Eleazar-san, please summarize your thoughts for this hunt."

Looking back, Eleazar looked at him strangely, then thought for a moment:

"Things that are set in stone are the easiest to outgrow."

"Well, as expected from a history student, it's philosophical."

Finnian turned his head to his brother again.

"Huh? I didn't do anything and I'm going to say it?"

Looking at the prodding eyes, Fintan had to think hard.

"I should be at home, not in the mountains!"

Finnian: "?"

Eleazar glanced at him, "Who told you to be useless, you can't even see stealth."

"And you have the nerve to say it!"

Finnian smiled happily as he looked at the two who were finally back to normal.

In the evening, the trio returned to Daron City.

Before parting, they exchanged what they had in their hands with each other.

Passing the chicken head in his hand to the knight, he takes a few fodder from Finnian.

Jaws that emit supersonic waves, a crown of flesh that is full of transcendental activity, and a phantom plume that can camouflage its form.

Fintan is a bit hesitant, "Can I have some feathers while I work out how to break the stealth ability."

Eleazar opens the bottle and lets him grab a handful.

"Thanks, go back and wait for my good news, and if I can get the bounty in exchange, I'll share more with you!" Fintan held up the monster's head.

It depends on which step of the church's action proceeds.

Eleazar, who knew the Church better than he did, mused silently.

They then parted and went their separate ways.

At night, Fintan heads to the church with the monster's head in his brother's expectant eyes.

It was the same grand building that emanated a hazy white light, and as he walked down the clean steps into the great hall to the confessional that specialized in transcendentalists, he pulled on the bell that hung on the wall.

It didn't take long for the flap in front of the window to be pulled back, and a cleric sat down with two cups of sacred energy juice and pushed one out.

"It's been a long time, young knight, what have you been up to?"

Fintan pushed the juice aside somewhat silently and shoved the linen-wrapped, already somewhat smelly head of the monster hard into the window.

"This is the monster I hunted."

The Magus slowly unwrapped the package and stared at the large, dead rooster's head.

"When, where, how was it found, and with whom?"

Fintan pinched his somewhat trembling thighs hard, exhaled softly, and with the help of the counter to shield his lower half from the unusualness of the situation, quickly rattled off what he had long ago negotiated to say.

"A village in the south county inquired about the transcendental incident at the newspaper, went over yesterday to confirm it, and found that it was indeed an incident caused by a transcendental being, and I solved it all by myself..."

It's not a lie exactly, it's just that he's putting things in someone's perspective.

Listening to him, the cleric gently twisted the crown of broken flesh on the chicken's head with his finger.

"Growing spiky beasts..."

"You can withstand that sonic attack?"

Fintan pressed his chest, remembering the pain.

"It was hard to resist, but I dared to go forward, so it was a fluke that I decimated the monster."

The magus smiled impishly and slowly crossed his arms after pushing the monster's head aside.

"So this time, what do you want?"

Fintan drops his gaze and says with a bit of apprehension, "Lucky statue..."

"Heh..."

Hearing this thing, the Magus suddenly smiled meaningfully.

But instead of refusing, he got up and left, as if he had gone to the storehouse to get something like this.

The knight instantly squirmed a bit uncomfortably.

Suddenly there was a bit of regret as to why I had listened to that man and had to be a deadbeat to test the church.

It wasn't long before a box was pushed out in front of the window by the clergyman.

"Let's see if this is what you want?"

Fintan quickly opened the lid and looked at the jug-shaped wooden statue with a pair of arms and legs growing out of it, then pulled out the photo and compared it to the missing object from the Norman tycoon's house.

"Well, it's this..."

Fintan closed the lid, then looked up and saw that smirking expression on the cleric's face.

"I don't have anything else."

Fintan quickly downs a mouthful of the sacred energy juice on the side before getting up and leaving, striding out of the church with ever quicker steps at the other man's meaningful smile.

...

The next day, he rushed to find Eleazar.

"You guessed it right, that lost loot, the church has indeed recovered them! In other words, that magic pirate group has been locked up for a long time!"

Eleazar nods as he clutches his textbook, "Half a million in hand huh, remember to bring my share of the bounty tomorrow."

The knight immediately bristled, "I know, I know, it won't be less for you! When I called you back then, you were still so unmotivated."

Eleazar, who is not in the mood to mix things up today, quickly shooed the man away.

After class, he went back to wandering under the new school building.

The look was a bit forlorn.

"In the old days, what kind of mood did she hold to keep waiting for me..."

After waiting a long time, he saw the tweedy figure step down with light steps.

"Is that why you left..."

Eleazar looked at the spell running through his palm and slowly closed his hand, lifting his head and following with determination.

"Even if it's a do-over ..."