Mushoku Tensei Spanish:Volume 07 Chapter 64

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Volumen 07 Capítulo 64 - Quagmire, el Aventurero

1ª Parte

La Catástrofe Mágica es un término usado comúnmente para el evento conocido como La Teletransportación de la Provincia de Fedora que ocurrió hace 5 años.

Poco después del evento, se informó de que el Lord feudal cuando ocurrió el desastre, Sauros Boreas Greyrat, había sido ejecutado. Además, Philip Boreas Greyrat, el alcalde de la capital de Fedora, junto con su mujer, Hilda Greyrat, también habían sido incluidos en la lista de fallecidos. Y en el último informe de fallecidos, se incorporó a la hija de Philip, Eris Boreas Greyrat.

Con esta última noticia, el Ministro Darius Silver Ganius, detuvo finalmente su apoyo al campo de refugiados de Fedora, así como a las tareas de rescate; redirigiendo estos fondos en organización de reclamación de terrenos y reconstrucción. Dejando únicamente a grupos privados que continuaran con las tareas de rescate; por lo que el reino de Asura cesó toda participación con lo referente al desastre en sí.

Pero para aquellos que todavía tenían seres queridos involucrados con este desastre, nada había acabado.

2ª Parte

Año 422 del Rey Dragón Blindado, en la zona noroeste del continente central, en el Ducado de Basherant.

Este Ducado es uno de los territorios que constatan el Triunvirato Mágico, y como tal, una de las naciones más poderosas de las tierras nórdicas.

Dentro de este territorio, observamos la tercera ciudad más importante del mismo, Pipia. En esta ciudad, se ha asentado un aventurero durante un tiempo hasta el punto de ser conocido públicamente por el simple nombre de Quagmire

Este aventurero es un hombre que acabó teletransportado a un lugar lejano durante la Catástrofe Mágica y es uno de muchos de los que descubrieron la cruel realidad de lo ocurrido en la provincia de Fedora tras su regreso de varios años. Al poco tiempo, se desplazó a la zona norte del continente central en un intento de encontrar a los miembros de su familia que aún no habían sido hayados, trabajando com un simple aventurero.

Madrugador como siempre, comienza el día para Quagmire.

Antes de que amanezca, como devoto que es, celebra un ritual de su religión, rezándole a su Dios con una silenciosa plegaria a las reliquias que tiene almacenadas en un pequeño cofre de madera; algo perseguido por la religión de Milis. Bueno, realmente no, ya que si un miembro de la religión de Milis contemplara el ritual que realiza el aventurero, podrían sentirse algo molestos por el origen de este ritual, pero jamás podrían negar la pasión y fe con las que Quagmire realiza sus rezos.

Tras sus rezos matinales, Quagmire comienza su entrenamiento diario, cambiándose antes en un atuendo con el que moverse con facilidad; tras lo que da una serie de vueltas alrededor del pueblo. A menudo se le oye decir que para ser aventurero, mantener tu resistencia física es una obligación.

"Puede que sea un mago, pero antes que nada, ¡soy un aventurero! ¿De qué me sirve la magia si no puedo reaccionar y moverme cuando más me hace falta?"

Según sus palabras, este entrenamiento tan único en el que hay que comenzar 1 hora corriendo es propio en su ciudad natal. Tras esa hora, realiza un ejercicio nunca visto en el Ducado de Basherant que consiste en tumbarse en el suelo bocabajo y subir y bajar todo su cuerpo usando únicamente la fuerza de sus brazos. Hecho que repite 100 veces.

El siguiente paso, es cambiar de posición, tumbarse sobre su espalda, y elevar y volver a bajar su parte superior otras 100 veces.

Por lo que se comenta, nunca ha faltado a este entrenamiento diario.

"¡Los músculos si que son de fiar, es algo envidiable! Nunca te abandonan por ningún motivo injustificable, como se suponía que son las amigas.... Salvo esas que desaparecen sin previo aviso. Mis músculos nunca me traicionarán."

Son palabras que a menudo dice Quagmire con un tono bromista, pero los que le conocen a veces sienten una pizca de soledad.

Tras terminar sus ejercicios diarios, va al pueblo a desayunar en la primera planta de una posada.

La cantidad de comida que suele comer un aventurero es 2 o 3 veces mayor que la del resto de habitantes; el motivo es que en las zonas nortes del continente central el precio de la comida es elevado y en ocasiones, es necesario saltarse una comida para ahorrar en gastos.

No obtante, Quagmire es diferente incluso del resto de aventureros normales. El siempre come, ¡y hasta come 1.2 veces más cantidad de comida que esos mismos aventureros normales! Por lo general, come ansiosamente platos repletos de arroz y legumbres, en lo que se podría considerar su mayor fuente de energía.

Tras la comida, Quagmire se acerca al gremio de aventureros, donde la mayor cantidad de rufianes que hay en esta ciudad se reunen. Al entrar, es el centro de atención, siendo el principal motivo de esto, que Quagmire no está unido de manera oficial a ningún grupo de aventureros; aunque claro, si la situación lo merece o si alguna misión es peligrosa de hacer en solitario, se acaba uniendo temporalmente a alguno.

El hecho de que le presten tanta atención, es que muchos son los que solicitan los servicios de Quagmire, y hoy, como de costumbre, el líder de un grupo de aventureros de rango S se dirige a él.

"¡Eh, Quagmire! ¿Te has enterado? ¡Un Dragón Rojo Errante se ha visto por las zonas nórdicas!"

El aventurero de rango S que le habla se llama Soldat Heckler, y compartía un gran número de rasgos físicos con los humanos que habitan las Tierras Nórdicas. Posee los rangos de Avanzado en el Filo Celestial y de Experimentado en el Cauce Celestial, por no hablar que es uno de los aventureros más famosos de esta zona.

Es el líder del grupo de aventureros Stepped Ladder, parte de un gran clan conocido como ThunderBolt, bastante conocido por todo el Ducado de Basherante por su habilidad para encargarse principalmente de misiones de Supresión.

El grupo Stepped Ladder está compuesto por 6 personas; 2 espadachines, 1 guerrero, 2 magos sanadores y 1 mago ofensivo.

Anteriormente, este grupo poseía un 7º miembro, otro mago ofensivo, pero murió en un imprevisto, por lo que ahora les falta cierta capacidad ofensiva.

"¡Venga, Quagmire! ¿Por qué no te unes ya de manera oficial a nuestro grupo? Con todo lo que hemos vivido juntos, ya no deberías tener problemas, ¿no crees?"

Como tantas otras veces, Soldat ha vuelto a invitar a Quagmire a su grupo, aunque también, como en todas esas veces, Quagmire niega agitando su cabeza.

"No gano nada quedándome por aquí más tiempo, soy suficientemente famoso ya. Todavía me quedan más países a los que ir donde extender mi nombre."

Aunque pudiera parecer engreído, Quagmire tenía un motivo para decir esto. Está buscando a un miembro de su familia, su madre.

Aunque, Quagmire comprende que como ya han pasado 5 años desde la Catástrofe Mágica, el descubrimiento de nueva información sobre su paradero será complicado. Por este motivo, Quagmire extiende su nombre por todo el país que visita mientras lo explora de cabo a rabo sin pasar nada por alto, con la intención de que si su nombre es suficientemente famoso, algún familiar será capaz de reconocerle y encontrarle. O eso cree.

"¡Bah, como quieras, pero al menos échanos una mano para exterminar ese Dragón Rojo Errante!"

Soldat le lanzó la hoja con la solicitud de la misión y Quagmire le echó un vistazo, y vio que si tenían éxito, ganarían una increíble fama por acabar con ese dragón.

Por este motivo, fue junto a Soldat a registrarse en su grupo y aceptar la misión.

"Hm.... No seremos los únicos, ¿no es así? ¿Dónde están el resto de grupos con los que nos coordinaremos?"

"Claro que habrá más gente, Quagmire... Es el primer gran trabajo en un tiempo. ¡Todos se mueren de ganas de participar!"

Por lo general, para acabar con un Dragón, suele hacerse uniendo al menos 2 grupos de aventureros, ya que hacerlo con un único grupo sería bastante... suicida.

En este caso, 5 grupos habían solicitado participar en el exterminio del Dragón.

Stepped Ladder, grupo de rango S.

Road Knights, grupo de rango A.

Iron Lump Corps, grupo de rango A.

Cellar World, grupo de rango A.

Drunken Jokers, grupo de rango A.

Sumando en total, una raid de 25 miembros.

A certain kill group would consist of at least 7 or more parties, so the number of people gathered right now is rather low.

[Oi! Oi! It's a Red Dragon you know? It's a huge bounty, so where is everyone already? Everyone here is A-rank, where are all the S-rankers at?]

[Word is that a new labyrinth was discovered out in the east, so everyone went to take a look at it.]

Soldat was impatient.

Inside the Adventurer's Guild, one man sighed then chimed in.

[...I guess with just this few, it's probably impossible to accomplish it after all.]

So the party [Cellar World] withdrew from the raid, and there were just 21 members left.

It seemed that a total dissolution of the mission could be expected at this point.

With the number of people left, it was a very risky proposition. Everyone thought so.

At that point, Soldat spoke with great authority.

[Alright! 21 People, that means everyone gets a bigger cut from the bounty!]

Everyone was anxious enough, but after that, no one said anything disheartening.

Part 3

21 adventurers walked the chilly tundra of the Northern Lands.

A thin layer of snow powdered the trails.

The leaves fell from the trees, and the branches were whitening from the chilly air.

Soon, the long winter will come.

[Quagmire, Can you scout ahead?]

Following the order of Soldat, Quagmire used the appropriate magic.

He brought forth a pillar of earth and snow that he stood atop as it rose high up into the air, granting him a great vision for quite some distance.

Quagmire then conveys what he sees. The target is a large Red Dragon.

One that is not difficult to be missed with continual reconnaissance.

What's this?

Quagmire also spied something else.

[Raster Grizzly at 2 o'clock. Seems like a bunch of them. They are kicking the hell up out of the snow!]

[How many are there!?]

[8...no wait, 10 of them moving this way. I wonder if they noticed us. Approaching from dead ahead! And fast!]

These monsters were not the target though.

For the so few members of the group gathered, there isn't really enough spare energy to go wasting on small fry monsters like this.

However, when evil comes, one must defend.

[Everyone, spread out! Quagmire, hurry down, we're going to need you for support!]

[Understood!]

Soldat gave the order, and four parties deployed their members.

The plan was to flank the enemy and herd them towards Quagmire's ambush.

[Quagmire!]

[I'm on it!]

On Soldat's order, Quagmire moved.

He was called "Quagmire" for the skill he had using Earth Magic.

He had an amazing skill that instantly creates mires of mud, bogging down enemies.

Landing him with the nickname of [Quagmire.]

A herd of ten Raster Grizzly were funneled towards him, and all fell victim almost instantly to the highly adhesive mud of which they found themselves quite stuck in.

"Now!"

The members of the raid group who suddenly sprang out from the surrounding areas quickly surrounded the monsters, charging in and ruthlessly dispatching each and every one.

No mercy.

Any mercy shown now could mean death the next time; such a thing was common sense to an adventurer.

And in short order, the Raster Grizzly threat was eliminated.

However, after dealing with these enemies, someone noticed IT.

[Hey! It's the Red Dragon! It's coming!]

[Ah, these Grizzly must have been running away from it!]

The Rogue.

Red Dragon.

The strongest monster that exists on the Central Continent.

And his prey was the group of Raster Grizzly we defeated.

[Quagmire! Why's this guy here?]

[It must have been hiding in the wake of the snow powder that was being kicked up by the Grizzly. I didn't see it anywhere before!]

In regards to dealing with the sudden arrival of the Red Dragon, the adventurers pretty much lost their wits about them.

Originally the plan was to prepare an ambush from farther away, then launch a surprise attack on it.

And now, not only was there no preparation, but the dragon was launching a surprise attack on the raid group instead.

There was practically no chance of winning this fight.

[Damn it! Retreat, everyone Retreat!]

A Red Dragon is a creature that flies in the sky.

Its outer shell is resilient and is deceptively dexterous.

And truth be told, a Dragon on the ground is a dreadfully powerful thing.

In this chaotic scene.

The Quagmire goes to work.

[I'm putting up the smokescreen! Please scatter while you retreat!]

Quagmire was calm.

Using much practiced Fire Magic, he vaporizes the latent snow around him to raise a wall of steam.

A smokescreen, improvised from the use of the surrounding nature.

A skilled magician cheating the enemy of its vision.

However, the Rogue Dragon was also clever and sharp-eyed.

It took aim at the Quagmire.

[....Kuh!]

Quagmire fled from it in the opposite direction of the retreating group members.

If he was targeted, it was his role to make it give chase.

Speedy Quagmire.

He was alive now because of the training he did every morning.

He knew the secret to staying alive was to be able to keep running, to keep moving away.

The vexed dragon's mouth was burning; it opened wide, and what spewed forth was a hellish flame.

In a mere moment, the entire surrounding area was painted with fire.

It was the Red Dragon's finishing move: [Fire Breath].

Everything in the path of the flame was incinerated.

Was the Quagmire killed by this?

No, He was still alive.

Quagmire glanced backward quickly and instantly raised a titanic wall of water.

As Quagmire moved, he tore through the densely rising steam.

Embers of flame burnt the edge of his robe.

He paid it no mind, and instead started magically producing a casing of rock.

The rock bullet shot forth at a high speed and pierced the scaly hide of the Red Dragon.

[GYAaaaa!]

Rock bullets were released one after another.

The Red Dragon managed to avoid several of them.

However, it could not avoid all of the bullets that traveled at such a high speed.

The Red Dragon immediately turned around and prepared to take flight.

The Red Dragon was also a wise creature. It immediately understood that small creature called "Quagmire" was concealing a high offensive power.

The Quagmire doesn't give chase.

Did he let the precious prey escape?

It seemed so at the time.

[GUKYAaaaAA!]

The howl of the Red Dragon echoed.

Before it could get away, a quagmire came to be in existence.

The Red Dragon found itself having sunk into a highly adhesive mire of mud. Again and again, the Quagmire calls his magical power forth. The Red Dragon madly tries to escape from the mud, but finds the mud it's trapped in is becoming more and more adhesive and even solidifying.

[Ah, captured....]

The little Quagmire muttered something so unexpected, then proceeded to smash the squirming Red Dragon with an enormous mass of rock.

Part 4

The scattered adventurers returned.

[Jeez, Quagmire, you are a ridiculously strong guy...]

[Seems that return trip from the Demon Continent paid off.]

[But still, to defeat THAT, you have to be on another level of strong!]

The companions unanimously praised Quagmire, but he remained humble about it, not giving in to arrogance.

He knew that acting arrogant now would just cause friction for everyone.

[The raid was close to certain death, right? I mean, I didn't think for a second that I could defeat this thing just by myself you know... But that matter aside, we need to figure out how all of us are going to handle looting this Dragon's corpse for the return trip.]

So he extends the sense of achievement of successfully slaying the dragon to every one of the adventurers.

In doing so, he ensures that fame of his name is spread throughout the country.

[All of us...? Are you good with that?]

[I can't loot it all by myself, and if I leave it here, monsters will just devour it. Get what can be gotten, because I must burn the body soon. It'll be problematic if it becomes a Dragon Zombie.]

Thus, the day of the Quagmire is over.

Actually, locating the Red Dragon and returning from the trip took about seven actual days, but the [day] of the Quagmire was over.

Today's harvest was materials from the Red Dragon.

After selling a fortune's worth of materials, he returns to his bed with a warm feeling in his chest.

Before turning in to bed, he stops for a meal at the bar and eats a substantially smaller amount of food as compared to his breakfast.

He who is devoted, prays to God gratefully for passing yet another day safely.

The Good Night ritual is not something seen or known to others, but it is an important thing to him.

Because it meant that now that the day of having to be the Quagmire is over, he can resume his search for his long lost family on the morrow.

--- From Rudeus's point of view ---

The nightly event.

I am eating a meal as usual in the bar.

Of course I'm by myself.

The meal is just enough for myself.

This guy is rich and lonely.

But it's not like it's a bad thing.

Because I hate being crowded anyways.

[It was right at that moment! The Red Dragon had appeared!]

On the stage in the bar, three minstrels brought with them their instruments and began to play.

One stands in front of the others and with a sweet sounding voice, spins a tale. The two others perform the background music accordingly, joining in with a JARAN~ sound effect.

The Minstrel.

It's an occupation that makes money by being commissioned as entertainment by singing about or reciting poetic tales.

In the case of a big town, it's normal to be part of a Theater and to have exclusive contracts to certain places.

But it's not just that.

Adventurers with the occupation [Minstrel] are splendid people.

They sing of their travels with other adventurers, and the tales they twist are funny and exciting.

The affinity between an adventurer and minstrel is good.

In addition, in this world without copyright, on a daily basis, the tales they hear are often taken in and retold in a new and unique way.

There are also the times when some minstrels gather, share ideas, and evolve their craft.

Among them, those with different instruments often party up by forming a band and travelling the world.

Of course, even they have enough skill to fight against monsters.

A singing, dancing, fighting adventurer.

In this world, that is what a Minstrel is!

Occasionally, this party of three minstrels I'm watching have been seen in the Adventurer's Guild from time to time.

They must have been a C-rank party.

Their name was [Big Voice Band].

It was a wonderfully ostentatious name.

However, they weren't really talented, and their own works were unpopular.

In an effort to keep creating something more popular, I received an interview request about this and that and the subjugation job I did the other day.

The song being sung now is the story they heard me tell of my journey.

I consider the one who's singing.

Is he doing alright?

Hmm, it’s okay.

In my previous life, I was crazy about music.

I tried to produce a song for a certain Vocaloid, but it ended up as a complete failure.

Since then, the only musical instrument I continue to say I can play is the KETSU-Drum.

I am always up to the task to play those drums.

They twisted a tale just from the story I told them of what happened.

Even if they aren't talented, their creativeness will at least be accepted.

The song is played in the style of a village's storytelling old gramps.

It reminds me of a television documentary program.

It should be interesting to hear it.

But the narration is bland, and the song will likely remain unpopular.

Even if they were to change it now, the heckling has already started.

Even I, the actual hero of the story, would say it is terrible.

Around the time I'm thinking such things...

BAM!

Suddenly the door to the bar is thrown open.

A chilly air blew in.

Eyes stared.

People trembled.

[At last I've finally found you, "Rudeus of the Quagmire"!]

There stood a member of the Long Ear Tribe with hair like French bread.

While it looked like an adventurer, its clothes were suitably dress-like.

It wore a backpack and had a sword and shield hung around the waist.

The only word needed to describe her face was Beautiful.

Almond eyes, long ears, and lustrous blonde hair.

A slender body with a flat chest and long ears.

It certainly feels like this is what's called an 'Elf'.

Before she could point a finger.

All eyes were fixed on me.

[Geh... "Quagmire" ...isn't here...?]

The man who had just been heckling now wore an unpleasant face.

I disregard it.

Because I'm tolerant.

I turn back and look at the Elf.

[Have I finally been found at last...?]

I suitably replied.

However, she doesn't recognize me for the moment.

I certainly haven't done anything in the last few years to warrant someone carrying a grudge.

I work in order to make my name famous.

The name 'Rudeus of the Quagmire'.

I help others, I don't pick fights, and I am always careful not to get a bad reputation.

I have often been given thanks to by those I wasn't really acquainted with, but this is the first time I have been talked to this way by such a beautiful woman.

She is probably one of those types too...

But then again, my intuition tells me differently.

[Since you are famous, you were easily found.]

[Eh, just a moment ago, didn't you say you had 'finally' found me?]

[Actually, I thought you were still to the East a bit more.]

The woman said as such and quietly watched me with such beautiful eyes.

Somehow, something like drool began to slide down the side of her mouth.

She quickly licks it away.

Heh, is it love at first sight for her?

Or perhaps she desires my body which has recently become quite toned.

I have been training a lot recently, and I am also in a growth period.

And so of course muscles would form.

Muscles.

[Is there something wrong?]

[No, no, there is nothing wrong at all!]

The Elvish woman cleared her throat with a sound like 'Ko~hon' then took a seat next to me.

Suddenly the bar was filled with whispers of "Ooohhh!".

I heard something along the lines of [So that's the Quagmire's woman.]

What a surprising thing to hear.

How is it possible that I have something as outrageous as this woman?

[Fuu~]

She unloads the backpack and places it by her feet, grabs a chair, and with a bang, it hits the ground next to me, then she sits down close.

CLOSE.

WAY TOO CLOSE.

If I was still a DT I would think "What's there to like about this guy?"

[My name is Elinalise. Elinalise Dragonroad. A former party member with your father, Paul...]

[Hmm.]

I see.

Paul's friend.

It might be that she's been searching for me.

[Of course, I am also a friend of Roxy as well.]

[EH!! A friend of sensei! Where is sensei now?]

It's been a long time since I've heard the name Roxy spoken from another person's mouth.

I was excited to hear about it so I leaned in closer.

Elinalise didn't answer the question I wanted to hear about the most.

I leaned in closer still and practically kissed my ear to her mouth.

[I heard it, you know, that you had a manly, crushing solo victory against a rogue dragon.]

[Eh.. well... sort of, though, everyone and I was nearly killed.]

[I can understand why you are Roxy's pride and joy.]

But there was a lot more flexibility dealing with it.

Compared to dealing with Dragon God Orsted, the pressure was significantly less.

If you consider a man like that, the dragon was something strangely calm.

[To hear that I'm Sensei's pride and joy is rather embarrassing after all... Is it because I'm emotional about it inside?]

[Your chest. It's rather strong.]

Before I realized it, Elinalise was feeling around my upper arm and chest with her hands.

It tickles.

She said I was strong, and I didn't feel egotistical about it.

[What's this?]

The fingers of Elinalise were touching something.

It was the pendant I had received from Lilia.

[I see, I see. It's cute and clumsily made. Who gave it to you?]

[My family's house maid.]

[Maid? by chance, are they of the Long Ear Tribe?]

[Eh? No, she's not... why do you ask?]

Oh damn, we changed topics.

[It's not a big deal, however...]

Elinalise seemed to particularly mind the sword attached to her waist.

She shows me what is attached to the scabbard.

It is a similarly shaped pendant.

However, it is far more elaborate than mine.

Mine is an amateur's work - hers is definitely professional.

[...It seems we match.]

Elinalise has seemingly snuggled in closer and closer to me.

What's going on here?

She has been way too extremely frisky with me for a while now.

[Is yours from a while ago? Perhaps from a guy you really like?]

[Yeah, he's a good man. Better than I expected. It's surprising really. I wanted to make more children with him... He was very vigorous and A~MA~ZING....]

I wonder if I'm being teased.

I'm a bit excited.

[Well, the Onee-chan here is also quite beautiful.]

Hmph.

I am not such a DT that I will panic when teased.

So, I quickly push a finger up to close my hanging jaw.

[Nnn...]

Then, Elinalise quietly closed her eyes.

It was the full gesture of waiting for a kiss.

Even though it seemed like a joke, her hand reached around the back of my head and moved in..

[...eh?]

Seriously?

Was there the atmosphere for this?

Is it alright?

It's alright if I go Zukyuu~~n?

The moment I thought that, the eyes of Elinalise opened with a click sound.

[Yaaa, That was my fault. I'll stop here.]

[You really shouldn't go that overboard with the teasing.]

[I am not the kind of person to leave it at a tease with a man. But, I have no intention of becoming a daughter of Paul. I also wish to stay friends with Roxy as well.]

...That explained the matter.

What kind of thing happened back in those days when Paul split from his party that this woman doesn't even want to associate with his son?

Whatever, it’s fine like this anyways.

[Well then, Elinalise-san, do you have official business with me?]

[Sort of. I came to deliver you some good news.]

Elinalise gave me a sweet smile.

On that day.

I learned my mother Zenith had been located.

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