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Long, long ago, when there were fewer stars shining in the sky...

The gods of light, order, and fate

and the gods of darkness, chaos, and coincidence

decided to throw dice in order to determine which side would rule the world.

The gods threw the dice over and over and over again,

until they began to feel faint.

Unexpected Visitors

Hey, look at that hottie over there!

Hey.

Whoops. Sorry.

She's a high elf. They're blood descendants of the faeries.

She definitely has longer ears than other elves...

I'm asking about Orcbolg.

Oak...?

No. Orc. Orcbolg. I heard that he was here.

Are you referring to an adventurer?

You fool.

We're in the realm of the humans.

They won't understand your funny talk, long-ears.

Then what exactly am I supposed to call him?

Beard-cutter, of course!

Um... I'm afraid I've never heard of them, either...

You haven't?

You dwarfs are useless. You're stubborn and narrow-minded.

You always think you're the only ones who are right.

Look who's talking, elf.

Your chest is as flat as your heart is small.

Wha—

If we're gonna go there, dwarf women just look like barrels!

You mean they're voluptuous!

Um... Uh...

Pardon me, you two,

but if you're going to fight, could you do so where I can't see you?

I apologize for the ruckus my companions have caused.

Oh, it's fine. I'm used to it...

But what a strange party.

A high elf traveling with her ancestral foe, a dwarf...

And a lizardman, a race you rarely see.

Not to mention they're all silver-ranked.

You see, we're looking for a fellow whose nicknames are "Orcbolg" and "Beard-cutter."

I'm also not well-versed in the human tongue, but...

They mean "goblin slayer."

Oh! Goblin...

Hey, you!

We're done.

Welcome back, Goblin Slayer!

Huh?

We've returned.

I'm glad you're safe.

Yes, somewhat.

You just mentioned goblins. Where are they?

Well... You should ask them.

Are you goblins?

Of course not! Are you Orcbolg? You don't look it.

Why would I? I've never been called that.

There's something we'd like to discuss with you, Sir Goblin Slayer.

May we have a moment of your time?

Fine.

If you'd like, there are some meeting rooms upstairs...

Then let's go.

U-Um, sh-should I...

You should rest.

We'll just borrow him for a bit, okay?

Hey.

Yes?

You're porcelain-ranked, too, right? Why don't you join us?

No... I appreciate the offer, but I already have—

The guy who never takes off his helmet, right?

We know.

There's something off about him, though.

He's silver-ranked, but all he ever does is slay goblins.

Silvers would usually go for bigger prey than that.

I've heard rumors that he's just dragging newbies around to use them as bait.

That's not—

Now, now...

You shouldn't... talk nonsense...

Nonsense? But we weren't—

It's all right... Leave the rest to me, okay?

Well... then...

You are... the girl... traveling with him... right?

Y-Yes, ma'am. He's letting me accompany him.

Accompany... eh?

He's...

a handful... right?

He's quite dense.

Right?

Inflammarae.

A truly powerful word... and I'm wasting a spell... right?

You see...

he also asked a strange favor of me once... that friend of yours.

What?

You just imagined something naughty... didn't you?

N-No...

He wanted some help with a scroll.

It's difficult... accompanying him... isn't it?

It's taking everything I have just to keep up with him.

All I do is cause him trouble.

No to mention... he's a bit crazy... right?

I mean...

He might only slay goblins...

but he's been doing that for years with barely any rest... you see?

He is definitely helping out in the world...

Much more than other unskilled monster slayers...

But that being said,

one shouldn't just keep slaying... goblins.

There are many demons in the capital,

and the world is filled with monsters.

If you wanted to help people...

you could do so with those two you were talking to... couldn't you?

Well... Yes, you're right, but...

I'm sorry.

There are many paths... right?

There is no... right answer.

It's difficult.

If you are going to accompany him,

you should really make up your own mind.

Make up my own mind...

Are you truly a silver rank?

The guild thinks so.

Unbelievable.

You look so weak.

Don't be a fool, long-ears.

That leather armor is easier to move in,

and the chain mail would stop a sudden stabbing.

That goes for the helmet, too,

His sword and shield are tiny, but easier to wave around in tight spaces.

Shouldn't you at least keep your equipment clean?

It's a necessary precaution to cover the metal smell.

Those bastards have keen noses.

You may be a high elf, but you're still an inexperienced whelp who

just left the forest because she was bored.

You really ought to learn from your elders.

I'm 2,000 years old. How old were you again?

One hundred and seven...

My, my, you definitely look much older.

You at least look old enough to be wise.

That's enough talk about age.

It shames those of us who won't live nearly so long.

What's your business with me?

I'm sure you've heard about the growing number of demons in the capital...

Nope.

The reason for it is that the demon king has been resurrected.

He's gathering forces so he can take over the world.

I see.

And that's why we want your—

Ask someone else. I have no interest in anything but goblins.

Don't you understand what I'm saying?!

Hordes of demons are going to attack!

Do you realize that the world is at stake here?!

Yes.

But before the demons destroy the world, the goblins will destroy the villages.

The world being in danger isn't an excuse to let the goblins live.

Listen here—

Hold it, long-ears!

We didn't come here to ask him to do something about the chaos to begin with.

Sir Goblin Slayer, we've come to ask you to slay some goblins.

I see. In that case, I accept.

Where are they? How many are there? How big is their nest?

Have you confirmed if they have a shaman or a hob?

What's with this guy?

As my companion mentioned...

a horde of demons are ready to make their move.

So the chieftains of my kind, the kings of men,

and the elders of the elves and dwarves are going to hold a meeting.

We're adventurers who've been hired as their representatives.

There's eventually going to be a great battle...

Though I'm sure you don't care.

The problem is, those goblins are currently becoming more active on elven lands.

Have any champions or lords emerged?

Champions? Lords?

Goblin heroes or kings.

They're basically equal to platinum-ranked adventurers.

We have found one giant nest during our investigations.

The military won't move for goblins, as usual.

The human kings don't see us as equals.

If we brought our soldiers into this, they'd think we were plotting something.

That's why they sent us adventurers, but we still need a human.

And that's why, Orcbolg, we've chosen you.

Do you have a map?

Right here.

Ruins?

We believe so.

How many?

We only know that there are many.

I'll leave immediately.

Huh?

You can decide how much you want to pay me.

Is he planning to go alone?

Miss Receptionist!

Goblins.

Oh, Goblin Slayer.

So they did come to offer you a quest.

That lizardman will give you the details of the quest. I'm heading out.

Give me my pay for that last quest.

But you haven't made your report yet...

I'll make an exception for you, though.

Who does he think he is?

Come, now... No pouting.

Give the rest to her.

Oh, are you going alone?

What about her?

I'm going to let her rest.

Goblin Slayer!

U-Um, you received a quest, right?

Yes. Slaying goblins.

Then I'll get ready immediately!

No.

I'll go on my own.

That's not fair!

You could've...

discussed it with me, at least...

I am now.

Oh... So this is a discussion?

That was my intention.

Not giving the other person a choice doesn't really qualify as a discussion.

It doesn't?

I'm going with you.

I can't leave you alone.

Do as you wish.

Indeed, I will.

Even we're not that hard to read.

I look forward to seeing what that young'un does next.

If I were to put in the quest and not go with him,

I wouldn't be able to face my ancestors.

A strange and incomprehensible being, huh?

I left the forest to see something like that.

Honestly... Don't you think you ought to respect your elders?

So why did you all become adventurers?

Why, to eat all the delicious foods, of course.

They're ready.

What about you, long-ears?

I've always longed for the outside world—

This is delicious!

Hey, listen to me!

I'm glad you find it to your liking.

What kind of meat is this?

That is the meat of a swamp creature.

Swamp? Really?

A rabbit like you who only eats vegetables could never understand this bliss.

So good!

Would you like some soup?

I'd love some.

It has such a gentle taste!

I seek to raise my status by rooting out heresy so that I may become a dragon.

That's the reason I became an adventurer.

I-I see...

So I could slay...

Yeah, I think we can figure out your reason.

I'll have to give you something in return.

These are elven traveling rations.

We're not supposed to give them to others, but this is a special occasion.

It's delicious!

Really? Glad you like it.

Now I guess I'll have to offer something, too.

Our cherished dwarven fire wine created in our cellars.

Fire... wine?

You aren't suggesting you're a child who's never had wine before,

are you, long-ears?

D-Don't mock me! Of course I have.

A-Are you all right? Would you like some water?

Go on, Beard-cutter. Have some.

Not bad, kid.

Why don't you at least take off your helmet when you're eating?

So I don't get knocked unconscious in the event of an ambush.

Yeah, she's out of it.

Quit eating and share something of yours with us!

He's lost in thought.

You can tell?

Will this do?

What is it?

Cheese.

It's made from fermented cow or goat's milk, then hardened.

You've never heard of cheese before, Scaly?

My people hunt beasts.

We do not raise them.

Gimme! I'll cut it up.

This is some fine cheese!

Nectar!

This is surely the nectar of the gods!

Goes great with the wine.

It's so sweet! It's almost like a banana!

Is this from that farm?

It is.

It's delicious.

Good.

Sneak...

Don't touch that.

It's dangerous.

I-I just wanted a peek...

Don't. It's dangerous.

That's a scroll, right?

I've never seen one before.

Scrolls contain ancient magic that is now lost to us.

Once you unroll one, even a child could use the spell within.

Indeed.

But it could be any one of many spells, and it can be only used once.

Most people would just sell them off as antiques

to a collector or researcher at a high price.

He wanted some help with a scroll.

Then at least tell me what kind of spell you've got in there.

No.

What if the goblins capture you and you tell them what's in it?

You don't like me, do you?

I'm not particular.

It's no use, long-ears.

He's far more narrow-minded than any of us.

He's Beard-cutter, after all.

He's Orcbolg, after all.

He's Sir Goblin Slayer, after all.

Oh, jeez...

I'm Goblin Slayer.

Hey!

There's one thing that's been on my mind...

Where do the goblins come from?

I was taught that they came from an underground kingdom.

We're taught that when someone makes a mistake, a goblin is formed.

What's that supposed to mean?

Folks say it to keep children in line.

Children are told that if they make a mistake, goblins will come.

That's awful!

That means if we'd left long-ears to her own devices, we'd be neck-deep in them now!

How rude!

Tomorrow, I'll show you just how skilled I am with my bow!

Ooh, how scary. I'm terrified.

I heard...

I heard they came from the moon.

Moon? You mean the two in the sky?

Yes.

The green one.

The goblins come from that green rock.

Does that mean shooting stars are goblins?

I'm not sure, but the moon has no grass, trees, or water.

It's a desolate place with only rocks.

It makes them envious and jealous, and makes them want what they don't have.

That's why they come here.

Which is why, if you ever feel envious of someone, you become like a goblin.

Who did you hear that from?

My older sister.

You have an older sister?

Yes... I did.

So you believe that goblins come from the moon.

If nothing else...

I know my sister never made mistakes.

He fell asleep.

Looks like the fire wine finally kicked in.

Well, he did have plenty of it.

We should also sleep.

If we don't get enough rest, that could very well lead to mistakes.

The lookout will be who we agreed upon.

Head on back. Time to go home.

He didn't come back again today...

Whatever you do, don't miss.

Hush.

Where in the world are you aiming?!

Let's go.

Next Time The Strong