Book 3: Chapter 9
“You want to participate in the deer hunting festival, your highness?”
Lucia looked at me feeling slightly surprised, put her cup down and said: “Your highness, the deer hunting festival isn’t fun. It really isn’t. Killing a white deer each month is hell for me. A white deer king is even tougher to kill.”
I threw two berries into my mouth and asked: “But it can definitely be killed. Lucia, don’t you kill a white deer every month?”
“Yes, but white deer and white deer king are different. The white deer king is an animal with intelligence. Its feeding zones are not fixed while deer themselves don’t have lairs. They’re very sensitive to mana, so they flee as soon as they detect an elf in their vicinity. Also, a white deer king will retaliate when it’s cornered. Its horns are incomparably sharp. A white deer king is tough to deal with.”
“Wait a second… Are you talking about a unicorn?”
“Unicorn?” Lucia tilted her head to one side out of puzzlement, thought about what I asked and nodded with approval. She then said: “Uhm, that’s a befitting name. Your highness, you’re really good at naming.”
“…Alright, let’s just say I came up with the name then.” I smiled wryly and then asked: “How did people kill a white deer king in the past then?”
“They used a variety of methods… Traps, poisons, hitting them in the arrow from a distance, ah, the previous king slayed it with a sword up close. He was great. No. he was amazing.”
Lucia shrugged and then said: “I’m okay with accompanying you, and I’m fine with killing the white deer king too. I just don’t understand why you want to participate in the festival though. If you just wanted the experience, I think you should lose the idea. Sleeping on lawns, squeezing into caves and fighting off hunger aren’t pleasant experiences.”