Goblin Slayer, Vol. 9 by Kumo Kagyu and Noboru Kannatuki

Author:Kumo Kagyu and Noboru Kannatuki [Kumo Kagyu and Noboru Kannatuki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2020-01-29T00:00:00+00:00

“I don’t know who or what the Witch of Ice really is, but the ‘treasure’ she mentioned, I think it’s probably an arrow.” Harefolk Hunter’s ears wiggled when the story came out. Even back at the crevice, the sounds could still be heard. The adventurers looked at each other when they caught the singing. “My father’s arrow…”

“Is there something special about it?” Apprentice Cleric asked.

“Uh-huh.” Harefolk Hunter nodded. “Way long ago, a messenger of the Supreme God came to our village bearing a silver arrow and some medicine.”

“We kept that stuff around,” Harefolk Hunter said bluntly.

Priestess bit her lip. It was easy to picture: the brave hare-man trapper going off with the heirlooms of his ancestors in hand to save the village—and being destroyed in the process.

A silver arrow and medicine…

“So the arrow is lost now…,” Priestess said.

“It need not necessarily be so,” Lizard Priest said calmly. Everyone looked at him, and he continued somberly, “What makes fearsome game so difficult to hunt is not the killing, but that you must overcome your own fear in order to hunt it at all.”

“Meaning…” Dwarf Shaman stroked his beard. “…what, exactly?”

“The name Witch of Ice clearly implies she is a spell caster. Perhaps she has investigated and sealed up this arrow.”

“So it might still be there after all!” Harefolk Hunter’s ears bounced. They quickly came down again, though. “Oh, but…”

“What is it?” Rookie Warrior asked. “There’s more to the story?”

“It’s not just the arrow,” the hare said, hanging their head. “Dad took the medicine, too…”

“Was it something rare?” Priestess asked.

“Yeah,” Harefolk Hunter replied, and then spread out furry paws. “According to the legend, you need a witch’s hair and a lotus blossom, and then maybe you mix them with a black pearl or something…”

“…‘Or something,’ huh?” Apprentice Cleric puffed out her cheeks and made a face. Priestess herself was probably doing the same. After all, the only witch around was the one they were fighting; the world was blanketed in snow; spring seemed far away; and to top it all off, they were on the side of a mountain.

Harefolk Hunter looked disconsolate. “But without those things, they say we’ll never be able to expunge the evil…”

“Sounds like a job for a dwarf!” High Elf Archer chirped, pointing at Dwarf Shaman.

“Listen, you,” he grumbled, but he nonetheless started digging through his bag of catalysts with his stubby fingers. “It’s not like I carry every blamed thing under the sun in here. Let’s see…” He pulled out a bottle of dried flowers, a glistening black gem, and a long black thread. “…There. A lotus blossom, a black pearl, and a witch’s hair. If y’don’t know the proportions, we can just throw ’em all together.”

“Oh look, you do have them.” High Elf Archer sniffed and puffed out her chest proudly.

“Um,” Priestess added, smiling uneasily. “That hair… It doesn’t happen to belong to…”

“Oh no, not her,” Dwarf Shaman said with a rumbling laugh. “I bought it from a Witch Hunter. He claimed she’d been spreading illness in some village.

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