BLADE & BASTARD: Return of The Hrathnir Volume 3 [Parts 1 to 2] by Kumo Kagyu

Author:Kumo Kagyu
Language: eng
Format: epub

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“Woooof...”

Garbage let out a dissatisfied bark as she glanced over her shoulder at the sword now strapped to her back.

Ultimately, she had chosen a Sword Cusinart. This piece by the legendary smith was a single-edged sword, sharp as a razor. But there was something more important about it—the blade didn’t spin.

As their group walked the streets of Scale, Raraja couldn’t help but gripe at the girl. “You’re so picky...”

Garbage had been presented with all of those incredible weapons, and yet she’d still managed to come away dissatisfied. It was like she thought that none of them could measure up to her old broadsword.

“Well, she’s the one who has to use it...” whispered Berkanan, who was stooping just a little. Raraja was to her left, and on her hip hung the Dragon Slayer in its sheath. Berkanan stroked it with her large palm. “I think...I kind of understand how she feels.”

“I’m not saying I don’t get it,” Raraja grumbled. “Just that she’s being picky.”

“Well, yeah... Yeah.”

It wasn’t as though Raraja was a master of his craft who could be indifferent to his own tools. He was only able to stand among the best because he had carefully selected his equipment—or at least, he was finally in a place where he could actually choose which tools he used. That fact made him happier than anything.

A new knife. Lock-picking tools. The map bag given to him by Iarumas. They all made his heart dance.

Even if I resent it.

He wanted to stop acting childishly when being gifted such things. Stop acting so overjoyed. And yes, he knew that was also being picky about his tools, just as Garbage was about her sword.

Raraja tried to look forward and not dwell on his past situation. His mind wandered as he trailed behind the redheaded girl. She strode forward without hesitation while he and Berkanan followed.

It’s like we’re her minions... No, Raraja corrected himself, just me.

The hero who slew the dragon—the leftovers that not even a dragon would eat.

The way people looked at Garbage had changed. No longer was she a filthy slave girl, but a real adventurer. They spoke of her in hushed voices, gossiping about what she’d accomplished.

It was the same for Berkanan. The overgrown girl had become the mage who wielded the Dragon Slayer. However, she still timidly shrunk into herself any time someone referred to her as the Dragon Slayer. Not that she could hide like that, of course. And ducking behind Raraja was an exercise in futility.

As for how the boy felt about being used as a shield...

What am I? Her thief companion?

In the legends and ballads about heroes, it was rare to see the thief who accompanied the hero portrayed in a positive light. For whatever reason, Raraja was amused to see himself in that position now. The emaciated brat who’d run away from his hometown was now living large, even if he wasn’t all that wealthy.

“Yap! Yap!”

Garbage barked repeatedly, leaving him no more time to think. Hurry up, she was saying.

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