My Friend Metus and the Caulis of Ferocity - Event Episode

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Prologue → Playing with Metus, Mini Banter → Event Episode → Mithra's Card Story → Epilogue (stop at the T/N) → Event reward voiceline → Mithra's Card Episode → Rest of Epilogue


This incident transpired at our campsite in the tower, when I was tired out from all the exploration we’d done—

Heathcliff: Kenja sama sure is sleeping like a baby.
Snow: This expedition has been more taxing than usual. For a human, our Kenja has done well.
Rustica: We’re about midway through the tower and its trials. Let us rest as well until Kenja sama wakes.
Heathcliff: … Huh? Come to think of it, has anyone seen Mithra and Metus…?
Snow: You needn’t worry. Those two likely went gallivanting off somewhere for yet another round of fisticuffs.

[ Stomping noises ]

Snow: Oho, speak of the devil. Metus has returned. As for Mithra—
Mithra: Yes?
Rustica & Snow & Heathcliff: !?

Heathcliff: That’s Mithra, and he’s riding on Metus’s back…!?
Rustica: What a splendid feat, Mithra. You’ve built such a beautiful connection with Metus.
Mithra: Not really. All I did was put this primal in its place every time it tried to pick a fight with me.
Alright…

[ Mithra dismounts Metus. ]

Mithra: Riding on the back of a beast isn’t anywhere near as comfortable as riding on a broomstick. On the other hand, it makes me feel like I’m the king of this or that, so it’s a pleasant way to travel.
Snow: That sounds so nice~! Me too~ I want to know what it feels like to be king~!
I’m going to ride atop Metus’s head!

[ Metus snarls. ]

Rustica: … Oya? The moment Snow sama leapt unto its head, Metus started tossing its head about.
Snow: Kyaa—! So sca—ry!
Ohoho, look how viciously it’s thrashing around! It feels like I’m about to go flying! I could get hooked on this sort of thrill ride.
Heathcliff: … Erm, well, actually I think it’s doing its best to send you flying off in earnest, Snow sama…
Mithra: …… Oh, hm?

[ Mithra smiles. ]

Mithra: I’ll have you know that when I mounted its back, it made no resistance in the least.
Heathcliff: (Ah, he seems rather happy about that.)
Rustica: (He sure does seem happy.)

Mithra: Snow, I think Metus definitely doesn’t want you to ride it.
Metus has seen proof of my strength numerous times. Your strength will hardly satisfy it.
Snow: … Oho?
I believe I heard something particularly interesting just now. Don’t you agree, Mother?
Heathcliff: Snow sama…? Why have you summoned your magical tool…
Snow: You heard exactly what Mithra chan said. That’s why I figured I too should give Metus chan a little taste of just how strong I am!
Mithra: A bold statement, coming from you — you’re clinging to Metus’s horns for dear life as it tosses you around. You look like a fool.
Snow: I’m cool as can be! There’s no fool in me! Why, I’ve perfected the art of riding upon a rambunctious beast with style!

[ Metus huffs. ]

Snow: Oh. It stopped moving.
Rustica: It looks like Heathcliff has its attention now.
Heathcliff: W-Why me…?


[ Metus growls. ]

Everyone: !

Mithra: Metus lifted Heathcliff up with both hands…?
Heathcliff: Oh, err, excuse me…
Snow: Metus! You will not be leaving in one piece if you harm even a single hair on Heathcliff’s hea—

[ Rumble… ]

Rustica: …! The floor where Heathcliff was standing suddenly collapsed…
Heathcliff: I guess you noticed that was about to happen, so you helped me out of harm’s way…?

[ Metus huffs. ]

Snow: Mithra chan, what did Metus chan say?
Mithra: I’m not Owen. How am I supposed to know what it said?
But, well… when it successfully catches the prey I order it to hunt down, it makes a face. I feel like right now it’s making the exact same face.
Rustica: If that’s the case, then surely, it means that right now, Metus is looking very proud of itself.
Heathcliff: Oh, I see… Thanks for helping me out there, Metus.
Rustica: Strong, cool, and kind… Metus, you really are quite the charming primal beast.
I would love to be friends with someone as wonderful as you are, just like how I’ve befriended Mithra.

[ Metus’s throat rumbles. ]

Snow: Ooh, Metus is moving closer to Rustica’s face… It’s giving him a good sniff.
That must be a sign that it’s trying to get to know Rustica better.
Mithra: Well, you do seem like you’d smell tasty.
Heathcliff: (Ah, so Mithra thinks of Rustica in that way…)
Rustica: Fufu. You’re most welcome to drink in my scent to your heart’s content—

Rustica: Oh? It’s gone dark all of a sudden.

Heathcliff: Rustica, are you alright!?
Snow: You do realise Metus has put its jaws around your head!?
Rustica: Fret not — for it did not harm me with its fangs; ’tis but a play-bite.
This must be Metus’s idea of giving someone a hug, though it’s quite the rascal to do it like this.
Mithra: …… Are you sure it’s not because you smelled tasty?
Rustica: Ahaha, that may be a part of it too.

Rustica: Alright then, Metus… Once again, allow me to express myself:
Won’t you please feast upon me to your heart’s content?


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