The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Jägers (Part 1)

**Greg**

Goblinhom was a vast city. As Rosita and her pilot approached, we could see the goblin houses sprawled around its vicinity, and it's only the outskirts. Giraud told me that the actual city proper was the one where I could see a bunch of smokestacks, from the factories that were built by successive generations of goblins. As I looked down, I could make out of the cobblestone streets, dissecting the districts with uncanny precision and measurement. In fact, it felt like I was staring at a gigantic chessboard made by an artisan suffering from OCD.

The undead dragon landed in a wide park, as directed by one of the goblins with us. As we sent word that we're arriving, the goblins took their time to show they warmly welcomed us. Colorful banderitas hung all around the place, and there were goblin civilians watching our arrival with their families on picnic mats.

Now that I get a closer look, all the goblins I saw—unlike their counterparts on Earth—wore elegant gowns and smart coats, bows and pants. Heck, they even conduct themselves more like aristocrats, compared to the humans and beastfolk.

"..."

In any case, when we arrived, the Lord Tenguri, Lady Baraquiel and Lady Srexe were already waiting for us, along with some other leaders of the Goblin Legion, the commander of the Orcish Knights who fought with us in the Saint's Tower, and Tama'lee.

"Ah, and here comes the living legend himself!" the goblin lord exclaimed; his loud voice meant to let everyone know my identity. "My kin, allow me the honor of introducing to you Chersea's Commoner General, their solid rock of support, and Cherwind's Great Unifier and Eternal King, the Lord Greg 'Kuro' Santos of Arles, one of the current head scholars of the Conclave."

The Lady Baraquiel also greeted me with a kiss on my hand—like a knight welcoming her lord, "We learned of your victory over the Biornos near Fangborough. It is a brilliant battle! One that we direly need to buoy our sagging morale."

"Err...uhm...t-thanks?" Honestly, I didn't expect they'd know about that battle, nor did I think that it was an important one. If they were aware of the truth, it was more comparable to a skirmish, than a proper fight. I mean, I've fought bigger battles before—or 'Kuro' was—and that one paled in comparison. But then, I guess, as long as it served its unintended purpose, the truth could wait.

"Hey!" it was the Lady Srexe. She wore an intricately-designed gown similar to those worn by 18th century European ladies (which I was not used to seeing her like that), and nasty smirk was on her lips. "So you're still alive, huh?"

"Yo!" I replied with a similar grin. "It takes more than an army of incubi and succubi to kill me, right?"

"Good!" was her curt reaction. Then, she drew near me and said, "Or I won't forgive you if you die. You're my favorite teacher, after all." Following that declaration, the goblin lady dropped all her pretensions and just held me, much to my—pleasant—surprise.

"More than us, Srex is worried about you the most," Lady Baraquiel revealed.

"I'm not!" she countered.

"Really?" the orc lady teased. "Aren't you the one who kept on looking at the skies when news about the Lord Greg's arrival came?"

The goblin girl fell silent, embarrassed. She then turned and walk away, dragging her cousin, Tama'lee with her.

"Wha—wait, Tama wants to greet her teacher!" the orc girl protested, but it was for naught.

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In any case, the Lord Tenguri introduced the goblins who came with him—the leaders of the Goblin Legion as well as elders of their clan. I hadn't notice them at first, but there were also other orcs with us, aside from the Lady Baraquiel's brother (the commander of the Orcish Knights), and they were representatives of the elders of the orcs. The Lord Gracchio was the one who talked with them for the meantime, as the Lord Tenguri and Lady Baraquiel pulled me aside.