I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 834

Vanir visited once a month for Tyranno’s education.

She would even take him away for a week at a time to put him through all sorts of lessons.

So having Vanir drop in right when I’d brought the residents back made things chaotic in more ways than one.

Descendants she didn’t even know existed were welcoming her as their ancestor, so how could she not be bewildered?

Even I’d be thrown off if my friends’ distant descendants showed up to welcome me.

"...And so, I killed the monster ruling the city and set them free."

[Hearing that doesn’t really help me understand.]

"Just think of it as doing a good deed."

Vanir nodded at my words and turned her gaze elsewhere.

Over where she looked, Tyranno and the residents of Large Field were hanging out together.

"Peeep!"

"You want this? All right."

"Try this one too."

"Pee-hee-hee."

Let me correct that.

To be precise, Tyranno was being waited on hand and foot by the residents.

If he asked for water, they brought him water; if he wanted food, they gave him candied sweet potatoes, and so on.

Title: Princess Tyranno

Wild Grylls

(Video 1 of Tyranno getting treated like a princess)

(Video 2 of Tyranno getting treated like a princess)

└ Heavenly Demon: It feels as if I am watching my past self.

└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: Were you annoying people back then too?

└ Smart Demon: From what I heard, she was a good-natured brat.

└ What the hell is a good-natured brat supposed to be haha

└ Doesn’t that just mean she was rotten from the start?

└ Princess Chaenggu: He’s getting the proper princess treatment hehe

└ Internal Cultivation Master Robert: In terms of royalty, he is pureblood among purebloods, so it is only natural.

└ Suspiciously...: Are dragons a monarchy too?

└ Don’t Abandon the Hero: According to myth, I heard dragons have representatives or elders too!

└ Allfather: Considering the Golden Dragon encountered last time, that is quite likely.

To me, it just looked like they were doting on a cute kid.

In fact, the residents seemed more charmed by his cuteness than respectful of royalty.

’He is cute, but they probably find him fascinating too.’

To put it in South Korean terms, it was like meeting a descendant of an ancestor from the Joseon Dynasty—no, all the way back from the Three Kingdoms Period.

The residents probably had a ton of things they wanted to ask, but were holding back.

[Come to think of it, did you not say you met one of my kin last time?]

"Yeah. Someone with quite a few more years on you, Vanir-nim."

Vanir spoke with a nuanced expression as she watched Tyranno and the residents.

She already knew I’d met Gerdi, the Golden Dragon.

It was more that she found it surprising; she had no desire to meet him right away.

She had lived alone for so long, and it would likely only put unnecessary pressure on both of them.

"Since you gave birth to Tyranno, what about your husband...?"

[In our race, child-rearing is originally the mother’s responsibility.]

"He’s not dead, right?"

[He is probably living well somewhere.]

Vanir replied nonchalantly, her fingers tapping smoothly against empty air.

She looked like she was typing on a keyboard, and it was all because of the Dragon Heart.

The Dragon Heart presumed to have been used to pull out the wedge driven into the World Tree.

But in the aftermath, every drop of mana inside it had been drained, leaving it colorless.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t just retain its color—it would be beating furiously. Right now, it showed no reaction at all.

[Strange.]

"Which part?"

[All of it.]

Examining the Dragon Heart, Vanir tilted her head in question.

The Dragon Heart certainly was strange, but for Vanir to say that meant there had to be something more to it.

[As you saw before, the Tyrant Dragon King’s Dragon Heart showed the records right before his death.]

"This one showed something too."

[Yet right now, I cannot see anything. As if someone deliberately stole the records.]

"..."

Hearing that instantly brought Gas Mask to mind.

The guy who had melted away without a trace.

At first I thought he’d simply died having achieved his goal, but hearing Vanir made me wonder.

"...Is it possible to transfer the mana and records inside a Dragon Heart somewhere else?"

[As far as I know, it is impossible.]

Vanir answered flatly.

Even if a Dragon Heart outperformed a supercomputer, apparently some things just couldn’t be done.

[Though with your technology, it might be a different story.]The source of this chapter is nоvelping.com.

But with Earth’s technology, who knew?

Aragon himself was already using every means available to revive the Chief God.

If transferring the memories inside the Dragon Heart was just another part of that "process," it wasn’t a comforting thought.

"So you’re saying there’s barely anything we can find out?"

[Indeed.]

"Then I can eat it, right?"

[...]

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

My reasoning was that since there was no other use for it, just eating it was the best option.

Vanir must have had no counterargument, because she sighed and relented.

[Do as you wish. However, the effects will be lesser than that of the Tyrant Dragon King.]

"That’s fine."

I’d already gotten plenty of benefits, so I didn’t care.

After that, I talked things over with Vanir and laid out plans for the future.

We might frequently face gods or dragons down the line, so this was preparation for when trouble broke out.

[In the end, their ultimate goal is the revival of the Chief God.]

"Right."

[And you are presumed to be that Chief God.]

"Pretty much official at this point, right?"

[Then why are they paying no attention to you?]

Honestly, that was the biggest mystery.

By now, tons of data should have been transmitted to Aragon’s side.

Yet barely anyone had approached me directly.

I was the one seeking them out or digging up related records, but I’d never run into them face-to-face.

’Even Friedrich was more like an automated mechanism reacting.’

It was one of two things.

Either they hadn’t realized who I was, or they were watching me.

But that didn’t seem to matter to Vanir, who gave me a firm reminder instead.

[I only ask that you protect my child well.]

"I will, just like always."

[And do not put strange notions into his head.]

"..."

The scolding—if you could even call it that—made me scratch my head awkwardly.

Right now, Tyranno had gotten a real taste for going on adventures.

In the past, I would’ve just chalked it up to him being young, but not anymore.

"Honestly, a sense of adventure is a racial trait of dragons—"

[You are getting bolder now, I see.]

"Sorry."

[Well, I will not deny it. I have heard plenty myself.]

"Do you not enjoy adventures yourself, Vanir-nim?"

I asked casually.

Up until now, Vanir had only shown the side of an exhausted mother struggling with childcare.

Especially recently, having fallen into a long slumber after fighting that giant serpent.

At my question, Vanir looked up at the sky and shrugged.

[Well. Honestly speaking, I do not know either. I have grown used to it, and what happens in the forest is more or less the same.]

"There are species building their own civilizations, like the goblins."

[When you see ants building a colony, does it make you want to become an ant?]

"That’s certainly an apt comparison."

Of course, this being the Forest of the Four Seasons, it didn’t mean ants were weak—just that it was uninteresting.

If someone called knapping chipped stone tools or rubbing sticks for fire ’entertainment,’ would you be interested?

’Outside might be different, but there’s hardly anything like that in the Forest of the Four Seasons.’

The goblin village was thriving, but it fell far short of sparking Vanir’s interest.

Large Field was currently half-destroyed, and its cultural life hadn’t been very broad to begin with.

"Then how did dragons enjoy their Amusement?"

[From what I know, they enjoyed it in diverse ways through Polymorph. Some as nobles, some as peerless geniuses, others as beggars.]

"...Someone chose to start as a beggar?"

[Everyone has different tastes, after all.]

They really took roleplay seriously, huh.

If that wasn’t a true VTuber, then what was?

I let out a dry laugh, then guided the villagers over to the goblin village.

For them to live at my place would require major construction, and I didn’t have the capacity for that yet.

"These folks are really strong, so they’ll be a big help. Take good care of them."

"Understood."

The goblins spoke fluent Korean now.Read the latest chapters at novelping(.)com.

If I moved the residents over bit by bit like this, Large Field would eventually be emptied.

[Then I shall take my leave.]

"Peeeeep!"

Some time passed, and Vanir took Tyranno away for his lessons.

Tyranno threw a tantrum, crying that he didn’t want to go and wanted more affection, but his resistance was futile.

Still, I packed him a big bundle of candied sweet potatoes before he left, so his mouth wouldn’t get bored.

"Master."

"What?"

"We are out of sweet potatoes."

"Already?"

Having shared them with the villagers too, that huge stash of sweet potatoes was gone in no time.

Everyone ate so much that this would probably happen often.

At least Meat Forest and Wine Pool was nearby, so it wouldn’t be an issue.

"You ate them all, didn’t you?"

"I only ate five plates."

"You’re gonna get diabetes, you punk."

"I ate good food, so I will not get it."

I highly doubted that.

I gave Lackey, whose mouth was caked with honey, a pathetic look before letting it go.

He’d worked hard this time around, and we were planning to take a break for a while anyway.

And so, a good deal of time passed.

"The fog has completely cleared."

"Yeah."

The fog blanketing Large Field, and indeed the entire city, had all been reabsorbed into the World Tree.

The World Tree, which had been withered to a twig and looked ready to collapse just days ago, seemed to have regained its vitality.

Now, if I simply placed my hand on that World Tree, my past would unfold.

’Will it show me what happened in Daejeon?’

I slowly walked toward the World Tree.

As I drew near, a gentle breeze stirred, rustling the World Tree’s lush branches and leaves.

It felt as if it were welcoming me.

’Just what is this wedge that even a World Tree with such regenerative power was left withering?’

I pulled the wedge out from my clothes.

The wedge looked like a spearhead detached from its shaft.

And as expected from how greedily it devoured mana, it was pitch-black all over.

Just like the Bow of the Lord God and the Arrow of the Lord God, was this also a weapon of the Chief God?

I hadn’t gone to Lucas yet, but the odds were very high.

’I could use it as a dagger.’

Not just an ordinary dagger—it could act as a hard counter against things like Manatology.

Since it greedily absorbed mana, stabbing someone with it would deal massive damage.

I put the wedge back and slowly approached the World Tree.

"...What are you doing?"

"I am praying."

Elia, who had tagged along, was prostrated flat on the ground, praying.

It was ridiculous, but very in character for Elia, so I let it go.

Soon, I reached out toward the World Tree’s thick trunk.

I felt a slight twinge of nerves, but having done this so many times, I put my mind at ease.

Swish—

My hand finally met the World Tree’s trunk.

Flash!

As expected, brilliant light burst forth, slowly swallowing our surroundings.

Meanwhile, at that same hour, in the Holy Kingdom of Avalon.

It was a time when Asella was nursing a severe headache over friction with Alfheim.

Ding!

"Huh?"

She was so busy she hadn’t even had time to open the Gallery.

She definitely hadn’t opened it, yet an alert chime sounded from the Gallery.

[A major update is being implemented.]

[Entering maintenance for the update.]

[Scheduled maintenance time: 5 days.]

Baffling notifications cascaded one after another.

"...Huh?"

Asella blinked at them.

’...Did Grylls-nim cause some kind of accident?’

And that wasn’t even the end of it.

[Administrator permissions unlocked.]

[Following maintenance, the head administrator may appoint ’Chroniclers.’]

The cryptic notifications kept coming.