Chapter 59: A Strange Adventure (1)

Title) Starting today, there are 2 more Chayu fans

WildGrills

(Photo of the sloth wearing a Chayu uniform)

(Photo of Wonmo wearing a Chayu uniform)

(Photo of the two animals together)

Starting today, I officially declare that the sloth and Wonmo have become fans of Chames United.

ㄴThe sloth looks like it hates it lol

ㄴWonmo just looks confused lol so cute lol

ㄴWhy do they look so good in it? lol

ㄴDid DemonPrincess also give kids’ uniforms?

ㄴWildGrills) Yes, since I couldn’t use them, I put them on them. If they don’t like it, I’ll take them off.

ㄴAh… everyone is Chayu…

ㄴStarLightPrincess) Should I raise an owlbear too? It’s way too adorable…!

ㄴWildGrills) You just have to feed it well. And yes, it’s very cute.

ㄴStarLightPrincess) I want to raise one and call it Helrin.

ㄴWildGrills) What?

“Hehehe.”

The princess of Mephisto, Keirin, let out a satisfied laugh as she looked at Grills’ post.

Normally, she maintained an authoritative attitude, but that was only in her daily life.

In the gallery, where she could show all her emotions, she was not very different from anyone else.

“They really are adorable look at that chubby body.”

Even she couldn’t resist something cute.

In fact, almost no one insulted Wonmo.

Insult Wonmo?

Then get ready to receive every insult possible.

To the point that there are users who demand that photos of Wonmo be uploaded instead of Grills.

‘With this, he won’t have to worry about clothes for a while.’

The reason she gave the uniforms to Grills was simple.

She had so many uniforms that she practically stepped on them, and besides, she found Grills interesting.

As a princess, she had heard all kinds of fake compliments.

She could perfectly tell whether someone was speaking sincerely or not.

‘It’s been a while since I saw someone who conveys sincerity even through words.’

There were several reasons why Keirin felt sympathy for Grills.

First, that he sincerely supported Chayu, the team she supported.

And also, his attitude of wanting to repay favors at all costs was impressive.

Especially when she told him there was no need to repay her, he would get restless like a puppy that needs to go to the bathroom.

Each of those gestures left her with a good impression.

Even in the gallery, where anonymity is guaranteed, Grills was polite and respectful.

‘Is it because if he doesn’t make a good impression, his life is at risk?’

Maybe.

If he manages to get out of the Forest of Four Seasons, he could completely change and start ignoring everyone.

But it doesn’t matter.

At least while he’s in that forest, he’s still a good person.

‘But something doesn’t add up does he really come from another world?’

Even so, she couldn’t help but be interested in him.

Grills had once said that he came from another world.

At the time, she took it as some kind of joke or concept.

And Keirin believed that as well.

Besides, Grills had knowledge about sports.

That reinforced the idea that he was just playing a character.

But the proposal he made was truly surprising.

‘A tournament based on place of origin, not club and every 4 years?’

The tournament Grills mentioned, the World Cup, intrigued her.

He explained it as if it had really existed.

It was impossible not to be interested.

‘The pride of representing your territory. The glory of defeating other representatives. And the fact that it is held every 4 years makes it even more special. Just thinking about it, it’s a very attractive idea.’

In the past, she had proposed something similar in Mephisto.

A world tournament between races.

It received quite a lot of support, but ended up being canceled for various reasons.

The differences between races were large, and the pressure was too intense.

Not only was the competition fierce, but it inevitably mixed with politics.

It was, literally, a poisoned cup.

That’s why it ended up disappearing.

‘It could also be very well received among humans.’

Humans have a low base level, but their maximum potential is extremely high.

And that also applies to sports.

Currently, many humans participate as players.

Even in Mephisto, transferred humans tend to stand out.

But their lifespan is short, and their prime is short as well.

That is inevitable.

Even so, in that short period, they sweep all the awards,

which has been damaging the pride of demons and elves. Even recently, clubs from different countries lost against humans.

While demons and elves progress slowly and steadily, humans do it quickly and explosively.

‘Does he really come from another world?’

At first she dismissed it as nonsense, but there were too many suspicious things.

The fact that he can use the gallery in the Forest of Four Seasons, and all the knowledge he has.

‘Even so, he’s still a Chayu fan.’

The doubts kept piling up, but Keirin stopped thinking about it.

She wanted to talk more deeply with Grills, but it was more important that he survive.

If a Chayu fan died meaninglessly, it would bother her.

‘I wish the Medes family could also meet Grills.’

If the Medes family supported Grills fully, how good that would be.

If that happened, Grills’ survival rate would increase greatly, and they would also gain a huge publicity effect.

But the Medes family only cares about making money, and they won’t pay attention to someone like Grills.

‘I’d like to pressure them, but damn politics.’

Keirin shook her head.

Sports, including football, are something light for those who enjoy them.

But the deeper you get into them, the more complex and dirty they become.

That’s why Keirin preferred to enjoy them rather than get too involved.

Even with that mindset, every time she watched a Chayu match, her anger would rise.

But that’s universal.

Seeing the team you support play like shit and make you angry is something common in all countries and races.

‘Please, don’t lose so pathetically. At least score one goal.’

Keirin recalled the match that would be held soon.

The opponent was the insufferable Leor.

The gap in level between the reinforced Leor and the declining Chayu was enormous.

But football always has surprises, so she kept a small hope.

‘I’ll have to say I’ll go into “mental training” in two days.’

There is one advantage when you become obsessed with sports.

You don’t need separate mental training.

Watching sports is already mental training.

Thinking that, Keirin kept walking.

“Hm?”

“Ah.”

As I walked down the hallway, I ran into someone.

Blue skin characteristic of demons, inverted eyes, horns on the head.

And finally, a face worthy of being called handsome.

“I present my respects, father.”

Keirin greeted him politely.

The being known to the world as the Demon King, Asmode.

Her biological father and king of Mephisto.

“Good, Keirin. Is everything in order?”

“What problem could I have? All my days are the same.”

“I see. Where are you heading?”

“I was preparing for mental training in two days.”

(I’m going to watch the Chayu match.)

That’s what Keirin thought internally.

Asmode nodded and spoke in a serious tone.

“Lately, it seems like you have many days of mental training. Is something bothering you?”

“Compared to you, who bears the decisions of Mephisto every day, my concerns are insignificant.”

(Chayu plays like shit. It’s going to kill me.)

Asmode nodded again and reassured her.

“Don’t push yourself too hard. Before being a princess, you are my daughter. If you need help, tell me.”

“Thank you for your words. But…”

Keirin observed him carefully.

Lately, he seemed more relaxed.

Before, he always had a rigid expression.

And, like her now, he also spent his days in mental training.

“Have you reached some kind of enlightenment? It seems like you train less.”

“That’s right. Everything is going well in Mephisto, so my mind is at ease.”

“I see.”

How enviable.

Some burn themselves out day by day, while others reach enlightenment.

But she didn’t consider it unfair.

It was her fault.

‘Being a Chayu fan is my sin.’

She had no intention of venting unfairly.

“Then, I hope you achieve great progress.”

“Thank you. And what will you do?”

“I also have training in two days. It may be the most important.”

“I’m sure you’ll get good results.”

“Thank you. I’ll take my leave.”

Asmode patted her shoulder and left.

Keirin watched his back as she thought.

‘If they lose again…’

Just imagining it was terrible.

The gallery would be filled with mockery.

But what worried her most was Grills.

What if he became disappointed after seeing how badly Chayu plays?

And then someone like ReyLeor could take advantage.

ㄴReyLeor) Why don’t you support Leor instead of that team? I’ll even give you a uniform

ㄴWildGrills) Thanks. Actually, I’ve always been a Leor fan

ㄴReyLeor) Say it with me. Chayu is?

ㄴWildGrills) A mid-table team?

ㄴReyLeor) Very good!

‘That can’t happen!’

Keirin thought about how to keep Grills as a Chayu fan.

Although outwardly she remained serious, inside she was worried.

In the end, she was just another fan.

‘I’ll observe whether he changes his mind.’

Without Grills knowing, Keirin imposed a test on him.

***

‘What was that? Something feels off.’

I looked around. There were only trees.

I thought some animal was watching me, but I didn’t find anything.

The sloth didn’t react either, so it must have been my imagination.

‘Let’s see how it turned out?’

What mattered now was the tripod I made following StarlightPrincess’s instructions.

It was time to check if the meat had smoked properly.

It could take between 1–2 hours, or up to 10.

Since time was important, I raised the temperature a bit.

“Wow… that looks good.”

The color was perfect.

And the aroma, incredible.

I split it in half it was well cooked inside.

But the important thing was the taste.

Even though it wasn’t dinner time yet, one bite wouldn’t hurt.

“Nom.”

I took a bite.

Predator meat is supposed to smell strong, but with the smoking, it wasn’t noticeable at all.

Or maybe I just eat anything.

The taste was good.

Juicy, with good texture.

“Nngh…! Puah! Pu!”

That said, it was salty as hell.

Makes sense, I had cured it with salt.

‘Wonmo won’t be able to eat this.’

For him, raw meat is better.

I hung the smoked meat inside the cave.

It was cooler than outside.

‘Time to cook the rest.’

There was still a lot of meat left.

I worked nonstop, and before I knew it, night fell.

Dinner was smoked meat.

One piece was enough.

“Wonmo, time to eat.”

“Kyuu!”

Wonmo came running, eyes shining.

Wearing the child-sized uniform, he was absurdly adorable.

It made you want to hug him.

Now I understand why people dress up their pets.

‘The sloth… well…’

Since he didn’t like it, I took it off.

Otherwise, he would’ve torn it apart with his claws.

Anyway, it had been a productive day.

Tomorrow I had to hunt crabs for DwarfPassingBy and explore more.

‘Little by little, I’ll find a way out.’

With that small hope, I fell asleep.

Without imagining what would happen the next day.