Chapter 53 – He Became A Summoner

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The following day ended with shopping for consumables and checking their equipment.

It wasn’t just large quantities of food. They had to buy firewood as well, as they were not likely to find any in the dungeon. Also, recovery items.

As for meat, they had plenty of fresh lizard remaining.

Currently, Menew’s pouch was a mess of different things.

Totto had taken apart his atelier and put all of his tools in a box, and then that box was placed in Menew’s pouch.

And so Menew decided to take out things that they did not use.

There was no need to bring the empty wooden boxes. Also, the short sword for Totto was not needed either.

Perhaps the shortbow would be useful for something.

As for recovery potions, Totto had made a lot after they returned from the Yan valley, so there was no trouble there.

How many days did they intend to be down there? One might wonder after seeing the amount of food, cooking tools, tents and camping supplies. By the time Menew had organized them all in his pouch again, the day was done.

Ralph was the only one who was used to traveling, however, even he had never been on a journey this long, where you could not restock on the way. Regardless, they had prepared enough food to last for ten days.

Two of them were able to create water with magic. So there was no worry there.

They ate lunch at the usual place, took a bath, and went to bed earlier than usual.

After all, they did not know how long it would be before they could sleep in a bed again.

However, Menew could not sleep. And so he slipped out of bed and went out onto the balcony.

He stared at the stars. He thought of talking to Seker, however, what he was feeling now was a comfortable sense of excitement, and so he hesitated, not wanting to get into a serious conversation.

“Can’t sleep?”

In spite of looking sleepy, the rather fussy, platinum-haired knight was awake as well.

‘What are you, my mother?’ Menew muttered, causing Ralph to knock him on the back of the head. Menew apologized for the joke.

“It’s just…I’ve lost my memory.”

“Right. And you lost common sense and taste as well.”

“Sometimes, I think you should be quiet and listen.”

Well, perhaps you should talk in a more proper way. Ralph thought. However, he took this as Menew’s way of opening up. And so he kept silent.

Menew laughed like a mischievous child and looked up at the sky.
And then he began to mutter.

“I’ve been doing some research about Summoners. If it’s with monsters, you can control elements in order to make them yield, to a certain degree.”

Menew was particularly interested in divine beasts and high-ranking monsters from dungeons… And the difference between them and other monsters was intelligence.

“Even if I made them yield, as you know, I have these broken abilities… So it’s faster to just fight myself.”

Ralph took this to mean that Menew would feel bad if he controlled a monster, only to have it get wounded or even killed.

For most people, the art of summoning was to take power that could be used for magic or close quarters combat, and use it to summon… To make the monster yield and bind a contract. And then to call it out, in order to recreate its flesh with the elements…

Calling a large wolf would be good. It could fight for you. You could make it defeat weak monsters so that you leveled up.

That was what the average Summoner did.

“I could not beat Stan. He would win in a fight for sure. Same with the Medjed. Even though I was the one to call them out. Though, sometimes I forget that when they are always helping me.”

When it came to things that he made…it became quite complicated. And so he decided to not talk about it.

Ralph had seen his skills when looking at his status. However, Menew was bad at explaining things, and Ralph understood this.

Use my own magic energy in exchange for the help of something that is stronger than me. That was how Menew saw it.

“And so…I want to meet a divine beast. They might turn me down, but I want to ask them for ‘help.’ I don’t want to just deplete them… Even though I am fine defeating them. I’m strange, huh?”

Menew said with a self-deprecating laugh as he leaned on the balcony railing.

Ralph did not deny or agree with it.

“If that is how you want to live, then perhaps that is fine?”

And so Ralph just supported Menew’s decision.

In a way, Ralph had been saved by Menew, when it would have been justified to kill him. And so he could not object to his decisions now.

He would follow Menew, no matter how reckless. He might not always look happy about it, but if Menew was serious, then Ralph would help.

“Hehe. I see. Also…I just really want to draw something like them.”

He had a book of monsters, as well as a Hero’s records. However, he had no books on divine beasts.

Menew had the ability to bring things to life on paper.

The first thunder magic, Stan and Cheeta, the tools and good. All of those had merely been imitations of things he had seen in photos and art in the past.

It was easy to imagine things that existed. But without a known shape, it was hard to imagine.

Food was a good example.

Menew could not draw something like ‘taste’ which had no shape.

“Making a book of divine beasts and monsters… That sounds like you. I think it’s a good idea.”

“Right! Drawing is the only talent that I… No, I suppose I can do other things now. Still, I want to draw.”

He was no longer Kazuya Yamamoto, who could only draw.

It had been the only skill he had acquired.

But now, he could do all kinds of things.

(I used up one life in order to draw. And I received a bonus, and this time, I am able to ‘choose’ it.)

Menew clenched his fist.

Ralph laughed with amusement.

“You sound like you regained your memory.”

Menew flinched.

And then he chuckled and said, ‘We have to get up early tomorrow,’ as he retreated into the room.

(Well, perhaps he already knows.)

Menew was aware that he was a bad liar.

But Ralph was kind enough to not question or ask about his past.

(…Perhaps I should have spoken to Seker after all.)

Still, he wanted to say it to the person who he had made a connection to on his own.

I want to draw.

Tomorrow, they will finally go to the dungeon.

Menew went to bed before he caught a cold.

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