They can wield most weapons, but weight is a problem. Zombies or living armor should be given two-handed weapons and great shields, since skeletons just get weighed down by them. But when I tried with living armor, he was also too heavy to move around. I think zombies are most practical.
That’s a post from a while back.
Servants are more stable when they have four legs, but four-legged races’ greatest benefit is their speed, so I wouldn’t want to remove that by giving them heavy equipment. I’ll also have to use two customization points to add four arms. In that case, wouldn’t it be more efficient to give him Lance Charge? Right now, he still merely slashes as he passes by.
Despite giving him four legs, I’m not sure if he should be a beast type or a robot type. This distinction really changes how they’re used.
Hmm. I don’t think I need to change anything other than my RP templates. I’ll adjust everything so it’s consistent. My wolf template will now cost less capacity due to how I have him customized. Other than that, I’ll just swap out his skills for better ones.
I chat with the others as I work on my settings.
“By the way, did we ever find out what’s going on with the cat and the pumpkins?” I ask.
“I heard the cat has three red eyes and runs away from any light source. Since today’s the last day, I don’t think we’re going to solve the mystery of the pumpkins.”
Ah, I figured as much. He must be behind the pumpkins after all.
I’ll keep the details of Fist of Yog-Sothoth a secret for now.
As if yesterday’s deadly battle was a figment of my imagination, I have a relaxing morning followed by a party in the western field with the rest of our union.
The event ends at 3 p.m., so this is probably where we’ll wrap things up. It’ll be roughly 3 p.m. in real life too, after all. I’m sure they planned it that way on purpose.
“Lead us in a toast, Princess!”
“Me? Should I make it humorous, or should I take this chance to role-play? Oh, but I’m sure this is going to be recorded.”
“Seems a little late to worry about that,” the group of players reply.
“I suppose that’s true. Hmm. All right, then.”
I raise my glass for a toast.
“Thank you for assisting my comrades, everyone. Now, let us forget about things like rank and class and enjoy a no-holds-barred celebration. Cheers!”
“We did it!” the players cry.
“Hyah ha! You hear that, bros? Princess said there’s no holds barred!”
“I doubt that means she’ll allow whatever you have in mind, Mohawk.”
“Gyah ha ha ha! No way, bro!”
“Oh my heavens! Cecil, darling, you’re here too!”
Oh, that’s right. I remember now that Mr. Mohawk was in a party with Mr. Mitsuki.
I wonder what “no holds barred” really means in this world. I feel like, if anyone was to ignore rank and class to get something done, it would be knights. They’re probably able to ignore some degree of nobility if it really came down to it, but how far do they go? If a member of royalty were to cause a problem, the knights surely just chew them out and leave their subordinates to handle the rest.
“By the way, where’d this food come from?”
“The earl supplied it. There’re too many players to invite to his manor, after all. I didn’t want my party to be the only one he treated to a feast, so I asked him to provide this for everyone,” I explain.
“I see. So that’s where that thing came from.”
Nearby is a wagon full of vegetables and other food. When we approach, the UI displays the many foods we can choose from. There’s no cap on the amount or any price displayed, but we can’t take anything we receive out of the event area.
Shops in this game have a storage system, so Management must not want us stocking up our shops after the event.
“Can I get some more potions, Sis?” Rina asks.
“My party needs more too, so I’ll be making them anyway, I suppose.”
“I am most relieved to have learned Resurrection before this event, my liege,” Mr. Musasabi remarks.
“Me too.”
“We didn’t die!” the twins cheer.
“I used Princess as a shield!” Ms. Fairellen brags.
Ignoring the last remark, I’m certainly impressed with how well the twins did.
I’m probably the least likely to ever die in our party, but Ms. Trine would come after me. Mr. Ame is the easiest to kill—even easier than Mr. Skelly. As a close-range attacker, he’s more likely to slip up and get himself killed than a player like Mr. Skelly, who can fight at long-range. Mr. Alf is an exception to that rule, since he’s a tank.
“Do you amount to the healer in your party, my liege?” Mr. Musasabi asks me.
“I suppose I do, if you’re judging by the amount of healing done total. But I can only use Holy Magic on myself.”
“What an overpowered healer indeed,” he replies.
“I’ve been thinking I should finally get to work and attempt to make potions undead races can use.”
“I am sure that befits the undead role-playing experience, but it shall be a grueling task.”
“Yes, we just simply don’t have enough information to work with yet. I think I’ll start by asking the prime minister. If he can’t help me, perhaps Ms. Sophie can.”
“Sophie? Ah, the unaging witch, of course. She may hold the answers you seek!”
“I’m not certain the game will actually let me make the potions I want. I just hope it’s similar to revival medicine.”
“If your trials fail, you may always go back to the drawing board, my liege.”
“That’s true. I think I’ll begin my testing tomorrow.”
Today, I need to restock my supply of revival medicine. Hunting is probably on the schedule too. Mr. Skelly and Mr. Alf might be able to evolve soon, so I imagine they’ll be planning a hunting trip. Well, that’s something I want to do too.
I hope they’ll let me spend a little time making revival medicine before we hunt. These are items that keep us safe and alive, after all, and it’s nerve-racking to walk around without any stock in my inventory.
“I love this time we get when we’re done with events.”
“We get to indulge!”
“Yes, it really feels like a true party.”
The players with music skills gather to form an orchestra, so we place a table right in front of them to have a tea party. Their choices of songs end up being a little all over the place, though.
Oh, Ms. Clementia has joined us.
“I brought my own seat!”
“Shall I challenge you with a seat of my own? I have Unit One at my disposal,” I reply.
“What for?”
“A skeleton seems like it would hurt to sit on,” says Eli.
“They’re quite poke-y!” Abby declares.
Not only is he pokey, but there are a lot of gaps in between his bones. It goes without saying that he makes for a terrible seat.
The strange creature Ms. Clementia rides on is just like Mr. Alf’s headless horse—a mysterious being that exists to be ridden. Mr. Alf’s horse gives him a speed boost, while Ms. Clementia’s mount prevents stomp attacks from hitting her. This game has quite a diversity of experiences on offer when you stop and think about it.
“May I ask what variety or flavor of tea you prefer?”
“Um, I like milk tea, but you can pick whatever tea leaves you want!”
“As you wish.”
It was Ms. Letty who took her order, but since Ms. Clementia asked for milk tea just like Abby, Ms. Dory serves Ms. Clementia the exact same order as Abby.
“Yummy! Hey, do you actually need these saucer things when you drink tea?” asks Ms. Clementia.
“Ah…” the three of us blurt out.
“She went there…” I say.
“What? Is that question taboo in this community?”
The black tea community?
“These days, they’re used to set down your cutlery or stir sticks!” Abby tells her.
“Frankly, no one wants to use the original method,” I add.
“I completely understand why it died out,” Eli replies.
“Oh, it died out?” Ms. Clementia asks.
I’ve never even seen someone using saucers the original way. The three of us tried it out during a tea party once, but it was impossible to drink like that. Ms. Letty and Ms. Dory ended up having to get involved too.
“Black tea is hot, right?” I ask.
“Black tea is supposed to be served super hot, and green tea is cooler, I think.”
“Yes, and people used to pour their piping hot black tea into saucers to drink out of. It cools down faster that way,” Eli explains.
“What? These saucers?”
“Yes! It’s really hard to drink like that, and you’ll have a mess on your hands if you don’t pour it right!” says Abby.
Anyone clumsy will certainly end up burned.
“There are theories about its origin, like that it started before teapots were invented,” says Eli.
“These days, we have teacups in the perfect shape for cooling tea. Or, if you’re willing to compromise a bit, you can brew the tea in the teapot and let it sit until it’s cool enough to serve and drink,” I explain.
“Also, teacups are always white so you can appreciate the color of the tea!” Abby adds.
“I see. So people really poured their tea in the saucers? I could never. I’d spill it everywhere,” Ms. Clementia admits.
Eli did spill her iced tea when we tried it. We’d decided not to use hot tea, knowing very well it would be easy to get burned. We only wanted to see what the old-fashioned method was like—not walk away with injuries.
“Do you drink a lot of black tea, Ms. Clementia?” I ask.
“Only sometimes. But I always go with black when I do buy tea.”
“You’ve gotta try barley. Seriously, barley.”
“Barley tea is so refreshing to gulp down!” says Abby.