Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 451: Golden Frog

The young barbarian boy couldn’t help himself as he curiously stretched out a finger toward the golden frog in front of him. A nearby barbarian warrior took a step forward with a hand on his weapon when he saw that, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

Carefully, the young boy placed his finger on the frog’s smooth head and gently stroked it with a blossoming smile on his face. He knew it wasn’t a real frog, but it was lifelike, and it even moved like it was hopping around in the air after he stroked.

It was something that had no practical use. There would never be a situation in a fight where making a lifelike frog would give Zach an advantage unless his opponent was a frog enthusiast like himself. Enjoy new stories from novelbuddy

But it was a display of his mastery over Blessed Defense.

"Do you know about summoners?" Zach asked. The boy was startled again since he had been so focused on the frog flying around his head with its legs outstretched like a bird. But he wasn’t as scared as before.

The young boy shook his head.

"Summoners, as the name implies, summon things. Most summon monster-like beings. A friend of mine has a cute cat and a big dog, for example, and another friend has this cool golem that shoots lasers."

The young boy listened with rapt attention as he cradled the frog in his hands, stroking its back.

"Whenever a summoner summons a new familiar, something magical happens. The union between familiar and summoner creates a skill. In some cases, it’s similar to magic. In other cases, it’s more like miracles. That frog is one of the things I can do with the skill I got from summoning her." Zach used a golden arrow to point at Yanael.

"Originally, I could only make barriers to defend myself. But after training hard, I can make things like that frog."

The arrow shifted to Alzara.

"With the skill I got from her, I can extract impurities from materials. It’s not as flashy, but…" Zach bent down and slid the rope tying him to the post down to the ground until he could reach and pick up a handful of dirt. He concentrated a little and separated the handful of dirt into a pile of dust and a soft lump of squishy clay, which he handed to the young boy.

Cautiously, the young boy grabbed the clay with one hand. The other hand was still holding the frog. He was stunned by the cool surface and the softness. The frog was smooth but harder than stone. The clay was a little sticky but soft bouncy like a thick ball of hair.

Zach smiled as the young boy’s eyes light up even more while playing with the frog and the ball of clay.

"That is what a summoner is. I have friends I trust with my life, and I can do cool stuff no one else can." Zach smiled.

He knew what that expression on the young boy’s face meant. He was born to be a summoner. How could he not be happy?

"C-can I keep these?" The young boy asked, nervously glancing up at Zach.

Zach nodded with a smile.

"Of course. But let me touch that frog first."

The young boy held up the frog. Zach leaned in and pressed his forehead against it for a couple of moments.

"Just making sure it doesn’t hop away in the middle of the night."

"Thank you, mister." The young boy nodded politely as he held the shiny frog and the dull ball of clay close to his chest.

It seemed like the boy was more interested in playing with his new toys than listening to any more of Zach’s rambling. So, when Zach didn’t say anything else, he slowly backed away. When Zach didn’t stop him, he turned around and sprinted to his family’s tent.

Zach looked at the nearby barbarian warrior in charge of keeping an eye on him and the woman who definitely didn’t have any influence behind him. He smiled and nodded in greeting before trying to find a comfortable position to rest.

It wasn’t easy, but the discomfort of his sleeping position couldn’t compare to the one from inside his body. He managed to close his eyes in a position that earned him curious looks from the barbarians when they started waking up and tending to their business around the camp.

It was a day of no one interacting with him unless the young boy from the night before waving at him from a distance, held back by his friends, could be considered an interaction.

Zach was impatient. He usually wasn’t the type to sit around and wait for things to happen. He had charged straight at Ugor as soon as his final semester at the Academy began, after all.

That was why he wasn’t sitting still doing nothing. He was working on what he could work on. He played a little with his skills, the three he could use, at least. He scanned the camp and learned as much as he could about the other side. And he tried to see if he could get his world essence energy active again in case that would speed up his recovery.

It probably wouldn’t help since the backlash was caused by the world essence energy. While it helped against all kinds of internal injuries and poison, the world essence energy apparently couldn’t treat injuries it caused.

Zach also touched Vidri’s Medallion and tried to study it.

The only endeavor he found success in was studying the barbarians. He managed to pick up a few names here and there and a little about the situation. Food was running low. They wouldn’t get any help from the other tribes unless they achieved success.

That was why many of the warriors, the woman from yesterday included, were out hunting.

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Zach had been right. Something—other than the sudden vacancy at the border—had spurred this invasion on.

It made the barbarians desperate.

That was not good.