It’s better to start by drawing bigger picture (8)
After persuading Shuttle as well as the hero, I headed to the nearby kingdom’s rcenary guild.
“There are a lot of people walking around.”
“It’s a peculiar place.”
As the Shuttle said, it was a peculiar place.
Even if the distance from where the Demon King is active is different, ordinary citizens do not want to leave their hos.
It’s not safe to stay at ho though.
Unless you prepare an evacuation route in advance like , it’s better to get out of the castle than to stay at ho.
But what is ho to an ordinary person?
It is a place of ntal rest, childhood mories, and where the touch of ancestors remains.
There are not many commoners who can abandon the land they have cultivated with sweat and blood for a long ti.
– Does master not have such a place?
– Probably not?
– That’s right.
Even if my house was a place full of history and tradition, if death ca looking for , I would have bolted without a second thought. Because I need to be alive to see and feel that history and tradition.
Of course, just because I survive doesn’t an the historic and traditional site will remain!
“Are these the rcenaries?”
Since rcenaries bet their lives for money, they move around normally even during tis when the Demon King is active.
No. For the rcenaries, tis like these are even better. After all, there is no better ti for rcenaries to make money than war.
Well, that ans their lives are more expensive, but it doesn’t matter.
“I will hire all the rcenaries managed by this guild. The fee is 10 tis the usual. The purpose is to fight the evil god’s troops.”
Because,
“The full amount will be paid by the Nature Religion.”
I have the black card as well as the Nature hero and saint!
“Please wait a mont? I cannot handle this issue so….”
After confirming the credentials of the Nature Religion, the guild employee rushed out in a hurry. Soon, a guy called the guild master ca, and after I handed over the hero and the shuttle, he said he would inform the rcenaries of the mission with a serious expression.
And after a while.
“I am the Guild Master.”
The Guild Master ca.
“About 80 percent of the rcenaries agreed. They especially liked that the money would be paid even after death.”
It is common for money not to be paid out after death when dealing with rcenaries.
Dying ans a very high probability that the mission was not accomplished, and they cannot pay for a failed mission.
That’s why, even in war, most rcenaries join the side that is most likely to win, even if the side that is losing promises more money.
A battle against the evil god’s troops could be called a great battle without it being strange.
If you try to call out rcenaries to such a battle, it is good to make a prepaynt as well as promise compensation after death.
Well, it was possible because it wasn’t my money!
“The biggest boss is thinking about it but it doesn’t seem negative so it should be fine.”
“Are you talking about the man called the rcenary King?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
I heard this city has many rcenaries and is famous for having a lot of rcenaries among the nearby kingdoms, but king? The title was too grandiose.
“It would be nice if he was soone suitable for the title of king.”
“For starters, the entire rcenary group are knights who can use swords. There are few, but in tis like these, skilled people are better than riffraff.”
“That’s true.”
To be honest, rcenaries were not suitable to deal with the evil god’s troops.
Most of them learn combat through actual combat rather than professional education, and they prefer the concept of attack over defense.
Kill before being killed.
Not a bad concept, but not good against the evil god’s reinforced troops.
The rcenaries who would be useful in a war between humans would not last as long as well-trained soldiers against the evil god’s troops, even if their combat power is weaker.
“I want to et him once.”
“I heard he was planning to co in person anyway.”
“Is that so?”
That was very good news, since he was at the knight level and could use a sword.
“When can I et him?”
“Tomorrow would work.”
“Then I should keep tomorrow open.”
I didn’t have anything to do anyway, but I needed to pretend to be busy running around for the world.
After spending a day in the soft bed of a luxury inn, the next day.
“This is the person I was eting today.”
I got to et the person called the rcenary King, who knocked on the door a couple of tis and opened it.
“Hmm?”
The guy who ca in and called himself the rcenary King looked very manly.
Apart from the small scar on his cheek, his sharp eyes and strong facial features left a strong impression on the opponent, enough to make a strong impression.
I wouldn’t say he was handso, but if he took care of himself he could be called decent looking?
It was a face that with just a little touch could be called handso without it being strange like mine.
– Master? Why do you think that way about your face?
– Wait.
But there was sothing more.
There was sothing vague yet perceptible about that face that I both felt like I knew yet also didn’t know.
That’s why I ignored the tal bat’s words and focused on the opponent’s appearance.
The well-trained muscular figure that felt like considerable skill even without magic power, the huge sword fitting his large height leave a strong impression just by existing.
That’s why it was even stranger.
– Why is that?
– It feels like I’ve seen him sowhere…
It wasn’t a vague impression, yet I don’t rember soone with such a strong presence.
– Then isn’t he a stranger?
– That doesn’t seem right either.
I definitely saw him sowhere…
“Master?”
“Hmm?”
As I silently stared at the opponent, the hero turned his gaze to , and the opponent who was examining the hero also turned his gaze to .
“….”
“….”
The mont my eyes and the rcenary King’s eyes t, the opponent nodded his head for a mont, then,
“Oh…”
0.5 seconds.
In less than 1 second, his pupils shook.
That was enough. He also knows .
– What if dust just got in his eye?
– There’s no way!
It was just a mont, but that was the bewildernt from seeing .
“I must have been mistaken. My apologies.”
“You are the rcenary King, correct?”
“A king? I don’t have skills grand enough for that.”
“Is that so?”
Shuttle, are you still being fooled after being fooled?
I let out a small sigh as I looked at Shuttle who still had more training to do, and smiled slyly at the guy called the rcenary King.
“I know you, don’t I?”
“Hmm?”
Looking at for a mont after my words, the rcenary King shook his head repeatedly.
“We’ve never t before, do we know each other?”
His acting was natural.
Our scent is wafting stronger and stronger.
“We do know each other.”
To be honest, I still don’t rember.
He might have changed so much that I don’t recognize him, and in the worst case scenario, it might have been my mistake.
But my instinct is telling , there’s a connection between that guy and . And he’s trying to hide it.
Usually people want to hide things because it will harm them.
And those kinds of things often benefit the other side.
“Shall we talk a little more?”
As I got up from my seat with a confident smile, his acting also shattered.
“Oh…I seem to have entered the wrong room.”
The weighty tone of speech so far disappeared.
Realizing that faster than anyone, the rcenary King pulled out his greatsword and swung it as is.
Boom!
The rcenary King tried to dash out after smashing not us but the door, but,
“Where do you think you’re running!”
The silver girl, tal bat, blocked his path.
“Tsk!”
The rcenary King flinched at soone being in front of him but judged very quickly. He whipped the tal bat with the greatsword he was holding without hesitation.
“Kyaa!”
“Gyaak!”
The scream of a small girl and a burly man echoed out.
However, the girl’s screams were artificially made so that anyone who heard them could tell, while the man’s screams were so full of agony that they sent chills down the spine of anyone listening.
“Oh my! You’re hitting a weak girl! You bad mister! I hate you!”
“Keurk! Kek! Kkeurk! S-stop!”
With each word chopped short, the tal bat kicks assaulted the rcenary King’s abdon.
Despite seeing the young girl’s appearance, the rcenary King swung his sword without hesitation. His judgnt was good.
In order to live, he would do anything. Wasn’t that the virtue of a rcenary who survived for a long ti?
Let alone, the most dangerous things in our world were the elderly, young children, and those who looked kind.
And that ant,
“Have you seen the organization?”
The probability of this guy also being from Howling was very high.
“Don’t hurt the beautiful goddess’s face!”
The rcenary King, trying to avoid the kicks flying in with a steady beat, had already reached the point where he could no longer move his body. He could only squirm.
Now only two things remain.
“Hero, block the entrance.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ordering the hero to block the people who would co up making a fuss, especially this guy’s colleagues, and,
“Stop hitting him and take him to the room.”
“Hmph, it’s still not enough…”
Stopping the tal bat and making Shuttle take the rcenary King into another room.
“Now, how do you know ?”
“That is…”
And so began the torture, no, the ti to get to know each other!
“No answer, huh. I like people like that.”
Thwack!
“Mister, this is not a sound coming from my mouth. It’s the sound cutting through the wind from my fist.”
As she flicked her fist, the tal bat’s fist flew slowly to the side of the rcenary King.
“S-stop…”
Seeing that, the rcenary King, gripped by fear, soon told his na.
“I, I’m Weeden.”
“Weeden? Who’s that?”
It sounded familiar.
“I, I learned there long ago at a place called Howling…”
“Ah…”
The pieces of the puzzle completed the picture.
Yes, this guy,
“Hoobae.”
Was one of the first I taught, and one of the first to desert, marring my career!
“Swish! This is not a sound from my mouth! Swish! It’s the sound cutting through the wind!”
I don’t know how swish swish makes that sound when cutting through the wind but I left it at that.
That punk needed a beating.
I sent him on a mission and he fell for a priestess and wanted to beco a hero.
If that deserter hadn’t deserted, his peer who also deserted might not have deserted. Then that guy might not have beco the Demon King.
Yes, that guy is humanity’s sinner. So it’s fine to beat him. He’s getting off easy with just an evil god’s beating.
After leaving him to The tal bat’s hands for about 30 minutes.
“Ugh…”
With blurry eyes and drool pouring out.
I spoke gently to my forr disciple, now completely out of it.
“You’ll diligently fight the demons from now on. As a forr warrior, that is your duty, right?”
“Ugh…”
Drip, drip.
Even as drops of drool fell, his head moved slowly up and down.
Nod nod, shake shake!
“Yes. If a peer strays onto the wrong path, a peer should save them. Love for one’s country, love for one’s peers. Right?”
“Ugh…”
I looked satisfied at the head nodding again.
“Yes, let’s work hard from now on.”
“Ugh…”
And so, in the city of rcenaries, we were able to gain good sla… I an manpower, and humanity was able to gain dependable forces to stand against the evil god troops.
#7 Their Situation: Aria El Nelmia’s Situation
I moved towards the room with faltering steps.
“Ah, that guy.”
“Wandering around again. What’s that punk doing?”
“Could she be an illegitimate child of the tower master or sothing? Why keep soone like that here…”
“Ugh…”
Ignoring the voices of condemnation coming from behind.
Upon arriving in my room, I collapsed onto the bed.
“It’s hard…”
Though it was simply the task of getting food, for it was more difficult than anything.
“But I have to eat to live… Open, number 14.”
Injecting a bit of magic, from the small pouch springs out large steaks, salads, etc.
A miniature food warehouse made by the imperial household’s request to a Magic Tower.
It could be called a warehouse rather than a storage pouch with the amount of food that could fit inside. It was an extraordinary masterpiece that could preserve the food perfectly as it was when it was first stored inside.
“Mirea… Still, to think the imperial order would force sothing like this to be made…”
It was clearly an outstanding magical tool but considering the cost that had gone into this pouch and the preservation costs, it could only be called a masterpiece.
“Well, thanks to it I can eat well without leaving my room.”
I cut the warm steak with a knife and ate it.
Delicious.
How long has it been since I had a hot al?
“I prepared a lot this ti so I should be able to last at least half a year, right?”
Tears suddenly flowed out.
To think I, a young noblewoman of the prestigious imperial family, once a genius who shook the empire, would end up living like this.
“But I have to endure.”
If I make another mistake, I could get caught by Instructor, Her Highness the Princess, or Mirea. Then even a life like this would beco a luxury.
Why did I dye my brown hair into this dull red color.
Why make my once lustrous locks now look like dirty mops, always covered in soot.
It’s all so I don’t get caught.
If I stay here until Instructor gets caught or dies, I should be able to leave before I turn fifty.
Yes, enjoying the world to my heart’s content in my fifties wouldn’t be so bad!
“A warrant, they say.”
“Yes?”
My grandfather the Magic Tower Lord held out a white piece of paper to in the middle of my thoughts.
“They say so evil god has a massive army that is devouring the continent. So requests for aid are pouring in to every Magic Tower, and after discussion, every Magic Tower on the continent has decided to combine forces and fight the evil army.”
‘So please participate’, grandfather said.
In terms of pure ability, even those called the next Tower Lords are below .
Grandfather knows that with my summon beast Surtur, I have the level of ability to fight evenly with Tower Lords.
“Aria, my lovely granddaughter, how long can you keep living like this? Save the world and live proudly.”
Grandfather is the one who prepared this room for and hid here. He embraced without even asking about my circumstances.
Hearing grandfather’s words as he suppressed sobs,
“I can’t make myself so conspicuous.”
I fled without hesitation.
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