The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

r sale.”

“…Do you have any exchange tickets, sir?”

“Sure do.
Here.”

“Hey, it’s the dog that beat Masaki! Now she’s gone and beat Glutton King Randolph in another contest!”

“For real?! THE Randolph?! Well, he’s the weakest of the four Glutton Kings, though… No way she’s gonna beat Cammy, Fudo, and Jumbo, I’m sure.”

“See, I heard she’s gonna be up against Jumbo next! You know, the strongest Glutton King!”

“D-damn… I gotta see this!”

“Let’s go!”

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“Hey there, mister!”

“The hell, kid? You’re givin’ me the creeps…”

“Haven’t things been so hectic lately? With the Devil King’s army advancing and all that, you must’ve been soooo tired from your job, am I right?!”

“Aha~~ you from that shop?! Must be hard work, coming out advertisin’ your place.
Hardly anyone’s wanna do that.”

“Our place is popular with big, strong guys like you, y’know!”

“HAHAHA! I like the way you talk, kid!”

“And you know how we’ve got some real nice girls with us? C’mon, why not come wind down and have some fun? We’ve got some time slots open now, so you can even get yourself two at once!”

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“Well well, can’t say no to that! I’ll stop by for a bit.
Yeah.”

“Aye-yup, you can count on us!”

“Hey, now that supernova Familiar Shiro is up against the Devourer Queen Lylia!”

“For real! THE Lylia?! Can’t she, like, eat twice as much as Jumbo?! The hell is up with that Shiro

dog?!”

“Looks like they’re starting soon, so let’s go see them!”

“Hell yeah! Sorry, kid.
I’ll come again, so save a seat for me then!”

“Hehehe, of course! We’ll be waiting!”

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“Damn it, Pochi! You took away my customer!”

Now back at the Inn, I swing the door open, voicing my complaint at Pochi as she drummed her inflated belly.

I feel like I’ve been getting used to calling her different names in different places, too.
I’m sure I won’t be having a problem with that.

“Urp… now that’s what I call a meal! Besides, it’s not like I could help it, sir! The spectator crowd just got bigger and bigger… oof-“

“So, how’d the match against Lylia go?”

“I won it big time!”

If her win was so ‘big time,’ she probably would have plenty of room left in her stomach, though…

“To be honest, sir, I never expected my reunion with a Holy Warrior Candidate to be like – oof…”

From how her belly looked, if I were to push it, she might get even more junk out than the volume of her whole body.

“And here I am, working literally nonstop… I didn’t invent the Pochi Bitande’d for this, damn it…”

“But you did make good money with it, right?”

“All the prizes you won added up to quite a lot, too.
The total number between us must be around 30,000 – in this era’s value, anyway.
We should be able to hire some bodyguards to bring us to a relatively peaceful region now.”

“Ohh, that’s good to hear, sir! Now then… let us be off after I’m done with this last gig!”

“Huh… you’ll be out eating again?”

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“The ultimate enemy awaits!”

For some reason, Pochi’s silhouette looked so imposing and huge… and so was her inflated belly, naturally.

How in the world did she never get fat?

And more importantly, who’s that ultimate enemy she referred to?

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Pochi claimed that she had emerged victorious from a fierce battle, but never spoke of her opponent.
Wonder who that was.

Thanks to her additional winnings, we were able to save up more gold than we’d needed, so we recruited us better bodyguards, one rank higher than we’d initially planned to.
We’ve got to be as safe as possible, after all.

I had almost no attachment to Sodom, but I couldn’t deny feeling that I’d learned so much this past week.

And now, we were in front of Sodom’s north gate, waiting for the bodyguards that the Adventurers’ Guild had arranged for us.

“They’re pretty late, aren’t they?”

“Did we get scammed?”

“I don’t think the Adventurers’ Guild is one to run scams, sir, no matter what ancient era this is…

hmm?”

Pochi reacted to something coming from the sky above; I looked up as well, and saw two people leaping over the wall, then over our heads, landing behind us.

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

“…It’s these two?”

Why them?

Oh, God… Why THEM?

The people who had appeared before us… were the same bodyguards we’d had a week ago.

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