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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 59: A Strange Adventure (1)

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.

 

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