NPC Town Building Game - Chapter 44 (1/2): Basilisk
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I encountered an unprecedented event of being attacked by Mr. Yamamoto on the evening of New Year’s Eve evening but managed to overcome it.
I was beaten with a crowbar and had some broken bones but I took the medicine sent from the village of Fate and healed quickly.
The rampaging Mr Yamamoto who has lost his sanity was knocked out by my golden lizard Destiny.
It was smart and I always suspected that it wasn’t a normal lizard… but indeed it seems to have the power to spit poisonous smoke and furthermore can also petrify a human body.
Looking at these two abilities of the lizard, I made a prediction of what Destiny was.
From there on I went back to my room, laid in my futon and stared at the Destiny by my side.
“Well, maybe a Basilisk?” 
When I asked it, Destiny nodded once.
Is that so?
After it hatched from the egg, I examined the lizards and just in case looked at the lizard like fantasy creatures as well.
When I searching with a faint expectation of it being a dragon, I found a lizard monster which I was worried about.
That is the Basilisk. Originally, I thought it to be a Cockatrice but it seems the Basilisk was more correct as a lizard rather than the Cockatrice which was a chicken with tail of a snake. 
It has the power to exhale poison from its mouth and also can petrify its opponent. It is also known as the King of Lizards.
“It’s perfectly matches the conditions.”
Until an hour ago, I might have still laughed saying that it was stupid without recognizing the facts.
However, the incredible events beyond the common sense happened one after the another….finally the delivery.
A girl was sent in a huge cardboard to my house.
I knew the face of the ten year old girl with blond hairs.
Carol, one of the characters from the Village of Fate. I used to see her on my PC everyday. She was in my cardboard and was sent to my house.
… I think I am still probably sane …
It would be persuasive to say that everything was just a dream but unfortunately it seems real as hitting my cheek was painful.
For the time being, I take Carol to my room and lay her on the futon.
“What should I do, Destiny?”
I am confused. I am looking for help but it is eating fruits while facing his back to me.
His back seemed to be saying,”Decide yourself.”
Well, first of all, a review of the current situation.
The game which I was playing….Village of Fate seems to really exist and the tributes sent were also real.
Not long before Carol was sent, the village was ruined and I thought that I could no longer play the game.
Perhaps I can imagine why.
Considering the villager last conversation, the cornered villagers gave Carol as a tribute to me, the God of Fate.
That makes sense if you ignore the common sense.
“I’m confident that my head is normal …”
The question is not about the world of game, existence of God, the safety of the villagers, Destiny but about what to do with Carol.
The current situation where a thirty year old man brings little girl to his house alone.
Its completely out of question but lets close the matter for now.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath….my head is filled with questions. I have to pick the important ones and deal with them first.
I heard a pretty voice of a girl.
Needless to confirm, when I search for the source of that voice…Carol is slowly opening her eyes.
She raises her upper body, rub her eyes and stretch.
She seems to have a sense of discomfort, she runs her gaze across the room and meet my eyes.
“Well, where is this? Who… who are you?”
She grabbed the comforter, backed up to the wall and stared at me with frightened eyes.
Its natural to panic. If she becomes suspicious of me and feels uneasy here, it will be no good. Calm down. Calm down.
I breath in and exhale.
Translator and Editor Notes:
 In European bestiaries and legends, a basilisk is a legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king, who can cause death with a single glance.
 A cockatrice is a mythical beast, essentially a two-legged dragon or serpent-like creature with a rooster’s head. Described by Laurence Breiner as “an ornament in the drama and poetry of the Elizabethans”, it was featured prominently in English thought and myth for centuries.
The beginning of the third volume/arc. A completely different volume from the previous two. ~Asada
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