Danmachi: Westward Cloud [Complete]

Quest 21- Busy, Busy

Eight days later at Melen.

“Hup.”

Cirrus brings down a barrel from the merchant’s carriage.

“Thank you for the ride,” Cirrus said.

“Not at all!” the merchant then went and headed to Orario.

“Now for you.”

The barrel rattled a bit.

Carrying it through Melen, he reached the docks, where he found Poseidon and another god.

“Lord Poseidon!!” Cirrus called out.

“Hm? Ah! Zephyr! You're back in Melen!”

Both he and the other come to greet Cirrus.

“Hello, my name is Njord.” A god with brown hair tied in the back. His appearance gave him a 'man of the sea' vibe, much like Poseidon, if not more.

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“Hello Lord Njord, I have brought someone very special.”

They look at the barrel and could feel a divinity coming off from it.

“Did you bring a god in a barrel?” said Njord.

“Yup!” Cirrus then opened the barrel to show Chernobog. “This is Chernobog, one of the “Evil” gods of Evilus, I figured you knew what to do?”

As the three gods met each other’s eyes, Poseidon laughed out loud.

“Bahahahahaha!!!!! Look Njord, it's divine wine!!!!”

“Pfft!!” Njord quickly tried to stop his laughing. “U-um yes well you can leave him to us,” Njord said as he signaled some of his Familia to take the barrel as he puts the lid back on.

“Thank you. I’ll be heading to Orario first and then to Varga. It seems Hermes needs my help there.”

“Varga huh?” said Poseidon. “Have they spread that far?”

“Yes, in my time in Solingen, Chernobog helped another Familia take over the maritime kingdom of Athiopia.”

“Damn… go on, when you return, we’ll have a carriage ready for you to leave. The carriage shouldn’t take over two days at most.”

“Thank you.”

Cirrus quickly got on horseback and left the city quickly.

He passed through the southern city entrance, leaving his horse at the gate. He felt a gaze set on him.

“!”

Cirrus looked around, but the gaze then stopped.

‘… Was someone watching me? It felt like someone was looking at my soul… no matter, I need to move.’

Paying it no mind, for now, Cirrus quickly left, taking one of the secret entrances in a dark and dingy alley straight to Ouranos.

Room of Prayer.

“Lord Ouranos, I have returned,” Cirrus said.

“Do you bring news of Evilus?” said Fels.

“Yes, I have liberated the city of Solingen from the Chernobog Familia. Currently, Chernobog is being held by the Poseidon and Njord Familia. I also got information that they helped a Familia take control of the maritime kingdom of Athiopia. Hermes has asked for my help in Varga. It would seem the Vritra Familia has expanded far more quickly and effectively than Chernobog’s. Lord Poseidon has informed me that a carriage will be ready in two days.

“I see… I shall update your status. That will save you time.”

“Thank you, Lord Ouranos.”

Fels got him a piece of paper and placed the new status on the paper.

Cirrus Zephyr

Lv. 3

Strength: I0→ D540    Endurance: I0→ E400

Dexterity: I0→ C660   Agility: I0→ A833

Magic: I0→ F310          Mage: H

Immunity: I

As Cirrus was about to get his stuff, Fels got it.

“Cirrus, would you like to return to Lenoa together? You can fill me in on your time in Solingen?”

“Uhh…sure.”

The two then take their leave with Cirrus waving Ouranos goodbye for now.

Down in the tunnels, Cirrus told Fels of his time in Solingen, like Ibic and Lugh.

He told Fels of his time forging weapons, something they found amusing as they themselves were item makers, and found a sense of connection with Cirrus' understanding of the trouble and effort of it.

Back at Lenoa’s shop.

“Aunty Len! I’m back!” Cirrus said, going through the back.

“Cirrus!” Lenoa slowly walks to the back, greeting him. “I was wondering when you come, Fels-sama, you came to.”

“Yes, since it was a while ago, we didn’t have a chance to celebrate your birthday, Cirrus.”

“S-sorry I was away for so long…” he said with a bit of a sad face.

“Kihihihi!! No worries boy, you’re here and healthy. Stay here for a bit.”

“I’ll help as well.” Said Fels as both of them went out of the kitchen.

‘…. They’re going to get a cake or presents, right?’