Chapter 79: If You Die, Just Think of It as Your Fate (1)
Everyone in Liqueur misunderstood Keter. They thought he acted recklessly without reason and enjoyed gambling, but that was only half-true. There were times when he was impulsive and times when he wasn’t. What appeared to be rash behavior often had a solid foundation. He simply didn’t feel the need to broadcast it.
From the moment Keter sought out Cork, he predicted they would end up undertaking the Goddess’ Trial together. That was why he checked the request board as soon as he arrived at the Mercenary Guild.
He had noticed Cork’s sleight of hand long before. Known as Keen Eyes in gambling circles, Keter had earned his nickname for his ability to detect fraud by sound alone, even with his eyes closed.
Though he punished Cork for his trickery, he didn’t change the job details. From the start, he had planned to take on the S-tier mission, exterminating the A-tier Named Monster, the Red Comet, Cork tried to offload onto him.
The Red Comet was a white bat that even the Godfather of Liqueur had given up on, and Balt the Blade Demon, equivalent to a six-star Grandmaster, had failed to capture it.
Who could have predicted that Keter called this fearsome creature by such a familiar name?
“I didn’t know Slurpie was famous around here.”
The childish name Keter was saying was actually the true name of the Red Comet, the monster that had plunged Liqueur into terror.
Slurpie was Keter’s pet. In his previous life, their bond had been severed when Slurpie disappeared after Keter’s return from Sefira.
Though Keter had a rule of not becoming attached to pets, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness when Slurpie had vanished. He had taken out his frustration on Dork, blaming them for not taking care of Slurpie in his absence.
Dork had protested, insisting that they had fed it blood every day until the creature started showing up less and eventually disappeared altogether.