Return.
Translated by M; Proofread by Annie.
Event Episode
During the search of the tower, I became so tired that I fell asleep.
Heathcliff: Master Sage, you sure do sleep soundly.
Snow: This mission is quite a hard one. It must be difficult on our human Sage.
Rustica: We're already to the middle of the tower's trials. Until the Master Sage awakens, allow us to take a rest together.
Heathcliff: ... Hmm? That reminds me, where are Mithra and Metus?
Snow: Not to worry. Those two are most likely just fighting again.
Snow: Oh, speaking of which, it seems that Metus has returned. And Mithra–
Mithra: Did you call for me?
Rustica, Snow, and Heathcliff: !?
Heathcliff: Mithra is riding on Metus' back...!?
Rustica: How wonderful, Mithra. You and Metus have already bonded so much, haven't you?
Mithra: Not at all. I was just proving which one of us is stronger every time this beast chooses to fight with me.
Mithra: Hup…
Mithra: It's far rockier than a broom, but I feel like its master, and it's a quite comfortable way to travel.
Snow: That is great〜! I want to feel like its master as well!
Snow: I shall ride atop of dear Metus' head!
Rustica: ... Oh? As soon as Master Snow jumped up, Metus started violently shaking his head.
Snow: Kyaaー! Sooo scary!
Snow: Hohoho, 'tis very shaky! The thrill of just about being shaken off is quite addicting.
Heathcliff: Or rather, it really is about to shake you off…
Mithra: ... Hmm?
Mithra: It didn't rebel like that when I was riding on its back, though.
Heathcliff: (Ah, he looks a little pleased.)
Rustica: (He looks so delighted, doesn't he?)
Mithra: Snow. Surely, Metus does not wish to take you for a ride.
Mithra: You're probably not strong enough for Metus, who has witnessed my sheer power numerous times.
Snow: ...Ho?
Snow: That is interesting to hear. Isn't that so, Mother?
Heathcliff: Master Snow? What could you possibly be doing with your magical tool out....
Snow: Due to Mithra's proclamation, I'd like to show dear Metus my strength for just a moment.
Mithra: That is not a very classy thing to say while holding onto its horn and swinging around like it's a toy.
Snow: I am classy! I am riding upon this magnificent demonic beast with grace!
Snow: Ah, it stopped.
Rustica: Now it's staring right at Heathcliff, isn't it?
Heathcliff: Huh, me...?
Everyone: !
Mithra: Metus, why are you lifting up Heathcliff...?
Heathcliff: U-Uhm...
Snow: Metus! If you try anything with Heathcliff, you'll be in tremendous trouble!
Rustica: ...! The spot where Heathcliff was standing is...
[Crashing noise.]
Heathcliff: Did you realize this was going to happen and came to save me…?
Snow: Dear Mithra, what did Metus say?
Mithra: Since I'm not Owen, I do not understand its language.
Mithra: However, even so... It has the same look on its face that it does when I command it to hunt down enemies.
Rustica: Then surely Metus is puffing out his chest with pride now.
Heathcliff: I see... Thank you for the assistance, Metus.
Rustica: Powerful, handsome, and gentle, Metus is truly a charming demonic beast.
Rustica: How I wish to be able to know you as well as Mithra.
Snow: Oh, it appears that Metus is sniffing rather closely to Rustica's face.
Snow: Wouldn't this be a sign of bonding?
Mithra: Well, he certainly does smell good.
Heathcliff: (Mithra, I didn't know you thought of Rustica in such a way...)
Rustica: Fufu. Please feel free to enjoy my scent as much as you desire.
Rustica: Hm? All the light has gone from around here.
Heathcliff: Rustica, are you okay!?
Snow: Now it appears that Metus is eating Rustica from the head down!?
Rustica: Do not worry. It’s just a little nibble.
Rustica: He’s being a little naughty, but I’m sure this is just Metus’ version of a hug.
Mithra: …Surely, it is because of your delicious scent.
Rustica: Ahaha, I believe you may be right.
Rustica: Well then, Metus. Once more…
Rustica: Please feel free to eat me as much as you desire.