Irl.
I ground another enemy, but there were no screams. The enemies were clearly n whod been trained well.
Kill!
According to Mother, each person was worth at least two fingers. I pulled back slightly, letting the sharp blade of an enemy short graze my chest. I could get hit on purpose by this kind of attack that didnt contain divinity and blow off the enemys head, but since Carn didnt know who I really was, it would be foolish to reveal too many of the peculiarities of my body.
I took a step forward and raised counterattacked. It was a fight similar to the last ti with the bandit boss, but there was one clearly different thing.
Whaaaaaaaaang!
Right now, I have the upper hand when it cos to equipnt. The Butcher let out a harsh scream, tearing through anothers throat. Theyd quickly learned not to stand in the blades way, so the rest took two steps back. But it was over since, with my body, I could easily chase them down.
Hyaap!
The Butcher dug through anothers chest. Another man sneakily approached behind, aiming for his chance while I was killing his comrade. There wasnt enough ti to pull the Butcher out of the mans chest, but I had two swords.
I quickly drew the Froststeel Sword and swung around. I wasnt familiar with using my left hand, so the slash was crude. But for , that was enough.
Claank!
Unable to overco the power behind that blade, the mans sword shattered.
Whaaaang!
The Butcher followed up. There were now five left.
Claank!
When I turned to check where Carn was, I saw a dead body with an arrow bristling from his head, and beyond that, Carn was fighting with his sword between two n. When I was about to go help, Carn shouted.
Two of the enemies ran to the wagon! They know the situation is unfavorable and are trying to run away! Im fine here, so you must stop them from escaping now!
At Carns call, the Irl wagon began to speed away. I took turns looking at Carn, fighting fiercely, and looking at the wagon.
If I chased the wagon, I was afraid I would get too far from Carn. But there was sothing else I could do if it wasnt going too fast. The person inside might get hurt a little, but it was better than putting my colleague Carn at risk.
I switched hands with the Butcher and the Froststeel Sword. Then I raised my right hand and threw the Froststeel Sword. It smashed the rear wheel of the carriage. The wagon swerved, spun around the snow, and stopped after colliding with a tree.
Bang!
To be precise, the tree couldnt bear its weight and fell over.
Uh, um.
It was the first ti I had thrown a sword like that, so I didnt know it would work so well. Was the person inside okay? I thought they would be fine, but I ran over the snow to check. One of the n outside was thrown into the tree, and his neck was broken. There was still one left
Kill!
Breaking the carriage wall, a blade shot out at my heart. A skillful surprise attack, if I do say so myself. I reached out my left hand and blocked the sword. It pierced my skin and stopped just before reaching my chest. My blood splashed on the snow. If I had been a lee professional such as a warrior or a knight, I would have been able to block the surprise attack just fine.
With that thought in mind, I indifferently swung the Butcher. The saw blade wasnt even on, so it crushed the mans head. I roughly kicked the corpse away.
With this, everything was sorted out, but I wondered if Carn was okay. As if to laugh at my worries, Carn cut off the head of the last man standing before him. Archers had good arm strength, apparently. Since Carn also knew that the cleanup was completed, the priority was to check the condition of the person tied up in this overturned wagon. I would feel sorry if the wagon fell over and hurt them.
Mmp!
When I ripped open the locked door and looked inside, I found a woman tied up and wriggling. A strange sll that tickled the tip of my nose wafted out. Her vivid silver hair reached down to her neck and partially covered her gleaming golden eyes. Judging from the combination of gold and silver, she was of the Irl family. I said with a smile that seed as kind as possible.
Im going to release the ties now, but I hope you dont rebel. Im on your side.
The woman nodded slowly. I entered the fallen carriage and first pulled the gag out of her mouth. As soon as the gag was removed, the woman shouted.
You have to get out of this wagon right now! Its still full of anesthetic smoke
I picked her up and pulled her out of the carriage. My body wasnt affected by such drugs anyway, but it was much more comfortable to do what she wanted rather than to explain.
Please be still for a mont.
Pulling out the dagger from my pocket, I cut the rope binding her. The woman, calming down a bit, looked up at from her spot on the ground. The anesthesia was still affecting her.
I cant move yet, and I think I might throw up. If you dont want to see vomit while looking at the sky, could you take over and pat on the back?
All right.
I nodded at her logical argunt, grabbed her around the waist, carried her to the side of the road, and patted her on the back.
Blaaaaargh!
The sound was terrible, but there was no reason to observe the horrific sight. Carn approached us and whispered to .
Did you hear who she is?
Blaaaaargh!
I patted her on the back and shrugged.
As you can see, I havent had ti to ask. Besides, she cant move because shes been drugged.
Carn asked again, checking her silvery hair.
Are her eyes golden?
Yeah. I think shes from the Irl family.
Y-You can stop patting now! If you pat more, Ill vomit more!
Oh, yes. But can you get up on your own?
Wait.
The woman took a few attempts to stand up on trembling legs. Carn whispered to with admiration.
She has a very generous heart
I agree.
KILL!
I gestured to Carn as Mothers ordered not to talk bullshit. It was much easier for him to converse with another noble than for to intrude. Carn took a step forward with a friendly smile.
I am Carn Baltas, son of Sir Ensis Baltas. Could you tell us your na, Lady Irl?
The woman, still patting her trembling legs, glanced at Carn and before confidently responding.
Nice to et you. Im Dachia Irl. Im the eldest daughter of Kalto Irl, the Duke of Small Smiles.
Kalto Irl, the Duke of Small Smiles, was the head of the Irl family. This lady was the eldest daughter. While I was startled by finding a bigger fish than I expected, Carl whispered to with a stiff expression.
If shes really the daughter of the Duke of Small Smiles, Dachia Irl, then shes a wizard.
Wizards were born randomly regardless of their genetics, so naturally, they could have been born in the family of a great lord. Of course, the nobles didnt like having a wizard in their family much. It was the perfect combination of a noble and a wizard to be the rudest.
Dachia Irl looked in the eye and asked.
Whats the na of the person who saved ? I can tell that youre a priest just by looking at you.
I bowed my head and spoke politely.
I am called Marnak, a priest who enshrines the Goddess of Maintenance, who protects daily life.
Marnakthats not a bad na.
She held out her white hand to .
Im having trouble walking, so could you help a little?
Kill!!!
Suppressing Mothers fierce cry, I gestured to Carn. I didnt want to be deeply entangled with a wizard. Besides, it was polite for him to help as a nobleman. Nodding, Carn took a step forward.
Ill help you, Princess Dachia.
Dachia looked at Carl with coy eyes and timidly answered.
I didnt ask you because of your fianc, so will you be okay with it? Even rumors about and the Baltas Black Dog could spread throughout the capital?
Carl and I looked at each other with our mouths wide open. The words that ca out of her mouth were too cultured for a wizard to speak. Carn smiled awkwardly and said to .
Marnak, maybe you should help her?
I grabbed Dachias hand with a reluctant look.
Kill!
My chest pockets twitched violently, but I ignored Mother and said:
Wait with Carn here. Ill collect the bodies and co back.
***
Ten corpses were buried, and I knelt and prayed.
Mother. I offer you their lives.
Kill!!!
Mother turned into a girl and raised a middle finger at . I was glad she heard my request to quietly do that instead of rushing around when she got angry, but when two middle fingers turned toward , it felt very strange.
Mother, fold your fingers and co back to quickly.
Mother walked over to and poked my cheek with her outstretched hand.
Kill!
Yes, saving the imprisoned girl, as Mother said, could be called being nosy.
Kill!
Its true that I should stop doing things that dont offer any benefits and live a more selfish life.
I hugged Mother, who still flipped off, and patted her back.
But I can make the benefits myself. So, dont worry that I will be at a disadvantage. Doesnt Mother trust as much as I trust Mother?
Kill
Mother, burying her head in my arms, said it was all right, for now, then turned into a hand with a soft light. I patted the hand in my pocket and prayed again.
Take their lives, Mother.
The divinity of corruption perated my body.
[Divinity: 1241]
Now that the harvest of divinity was over, it was ti to go back.
***
Golden eyes looked up at the sparkling flas. Dachia pushed the wreckage of the wagon into the bonfire and slowly spoke as she roasted the at of a dead horse.
I dont have any clear evidence about the culprit, but I have a thought as to who. No, its obvious. Clearly, this kidnapping was done by my older brother, Dachen Irl.
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