Chapter 82: First Major Visitor Part 2

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Well, you see, I did not hand the Blueprint to the secretary of construction, but instead gave it to Eleanor with matching free reigns to modify it to her liking, this is so that Eleanor will be able to assimilate quickly to her role as a mayor and also a head researcher, after all, as the head of research she will have to create blueprints of big machinery that the city will be recreating, though the main reason is that I am certain that this Momoiro person is here to reunite with Eleanor, I mean if she is here to invite me because of Urduja's birthday, then she must be one of the adopted children or one of Urduja's wives.

That is why I will never allow the two of them to meet, or at least not until I know what their true intentions of Momoiro is for this visit. I don't think someone will send an esper just to invite me, a new hero to a birthday party, that will just brew misunderstandings, a lot of them, and no matter how absurd it may sound, a normal person or messenger is better fit for the job, at least the person being sent the invitation to (me, in this case) will not feel any hostility or will lower her guard a little.

Sending someone who can spy a secret just by existing is just trying to pick a fight, that or Urduja wants me to get riled up and blindly go to her birthday party.

[Or, you're just overanalyzing things.]

"Hmm... That's what my mind is saying too, because there is no reason for Urduja to do anything against me given the fact that Eleanor and I met because Urduja organized an expedition to find me way before I even became a hero prospect, however, there will be no harm if I want to be vigilant against my mother-in-law that is called the hero of the sun, right?"

[Aren't you just afraid that Eleanor will leave you?]

"Ugh... Don't hit me right in my trauma."

[No, it's just that... Sigh, you have to understand this one yourself, Sophia.]

"What did you just call me?"

I was rather shocked by what [Guide] called me that even though I am confident that I will not forget anything I heard, I instinctively asked him to repeat what he just said.

[That magic circle, are you sure it will work?]

However, it seemed like he was not inclined to repeat it, I squinted my eyes a little, but without any way of knowing what was happening to my unique skill, I left it as it is for now and just answered his question.

"I already confirmed that it does when I have to answer you verbally, right? Besides the spells of this world are written in the script in which the basis of the Filipino language (Tagalog) was derived from, so how can it not work?"

[Well, if you say so.]

"And I mean, you are here to help me formulate it, right? So I am pretty sure it will work."

[I just showed you the spells of Dodomekis, you did most of the work.]

"But that still helps."

Me and [Guide] started to converse more casually as the Carriage that was being pulled by Ruphas continued to inch closer to the trading hub of the north of our nation, Bulawan City.

[3rd Person POV]

Goblins, goblins, and more goblins that's what Momoiro could see everywhere, a very bizarre and rather refreshing sight for her as she ate a skewer of meat made out of a beast called Nochel, contrary to the supposed tenderness of common barbecue, the roasted Nochel instead became incredibly crispy, Momoiro gobbled it down, disregarding her noble identity, at the same time she confirmed that the nochel meat is real.

"But why would they skewer meat that is supposed to be a noble's meal?"

Momoiro mumbled, that's right, nochel is considered a delicacy to be enjoyed solely by nobles, not only because of the unique characteristic of its skin becoming crispy no matter how you cook it but also because of how hard it is to catch one. Nochel is a pig-type beast like an orc, but way more intelligent and is classified as an official community-type monster despite them not being bipedal, they are more intelligent than the unnamed Blazing wolves, not to mention they are stronger too.

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