Chapter 17: Lagnis Lien da Levien

Chapter 17: Lagnis Lien da Levien

“Ga, Ganielson!!”

The sensation on my hand was definite. His nose was definitely broken, and a few front teeth might also have broken off.

Adventurers who had immediately understood the situation and went into spectator mode looked at that sight and exploded with laughter as if truly happy. Few even pointed at them and even doubled over laughing with unfamiliar foreign words. Even though I did set up the scene, that sight raised my goosebumps.

Other people’s fights were naturally the most entertaining to watch, and I did aim for the moronic conclusion of them falling down to the very same method they attempted, but wasn’t laughing that brightly... a bit twisted somewhere in the heart?This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

Putting aside for a moment my analysis of the fantasy world’s twisted sentiments, I for now ignored the bastard called Ganielson rolling around with tears and nosebleed all over him, and gritted my teeth while walking towards his faltering friend.

“Oi. Oi! Come here you fucker. I said that son of a bitch ruined my shoulder, so where the fuck you looking at?! Is that the attitude a fucker with a shoulder-ruining son of a bitch for a friend should take?! Eh?!”

How high a level could hooligan-level mercenaries or adventurers that took the coins and did as told when instructed to pick on someone crossing a street be?

About what and just how much would the bastards that gave that job to those kinds of idiots tell them in advance, and just how much would they know about me, who didn’t even go around much in the town?

They were just that sort of a level. Adventurers or mercenaries that were amazingly low level enough to wonder just where they had come from. A throwaway hand to literally use as a strength calculator and then throw away.

“Eh?”

“Fucking ‘eh’ with you, you hooligan son of a bitch!!”

When I loaded mana into my feet and kicked over his shins with an adequately controlled strength, the bastard immediately fell down at the unexpected shock and started howling.

“Ueeegh!”

“Fuck with the blatant show, you shit. Did that hurt? Eh?”

Obviously that should fucking hurt. But it was an exaggerated fakery when viewed from the sides. The kicking itself didn’t appear to have been done that strongly, after all.

They probably couldn’t even imagine that I would use body strengthening for merely kicking shins when I’d already made impact with the real men’s punch done only with my muscles. In fact, the nearby adventurers were demonstrating what laughing one’s head off really looked like, and I directly turned around and then hugged Lagnis’s shoulders again and moved. I would’ve even dusted their pockets had this been an alleyway, but that wasn’t something to do on a wide street.

“Fucking dumbasses ruining the mood.”

“E, Eldmia?’

When I scratched my head and then placed a finger over my mouth as I lowered my hand, Lagnis, who had also noticed the situation, followed me without a word. After turning our backs like that to the laughs directed towards the fallen and squirming bastards and then walking on for a long time, Lagnis only then opened her mouth again.

“Then, those people back there were...?”

“It’s not for sure, but I think it’s almost correct. I think they were simply hired for a moment for a few coins. It feels like they intended to check what kind of a brat I was, but... since I acted like a short-fused thug brat the best I could, let’s hope they take me as one.”

“Why did you do that?”

“‘Cause things become easier if they look down on me.”

“That sounds doable for someone really rich, so it sounds overwhelmingly possible! Assuming what you said is right, would the reason they’re this sluggish be that the drake hasn’t arrived yet? Since it’s more convenient to kidnap right on schedule rather than have you at their side and get questioned?”

“I don’t know exactly how long it takes from Lahelia to Ogwen either, but... I think that may be the most likely. Or perhaps that that side’s plan also got off-tracked somehow and the transportation of the drake is getting delayed.”

Right, there was no rule that only I get to have my plans twisted around and overcomplicated in this world. Those guys were people, too. From now on, I should work my head harder so that I can account for even the bullshittery that bastards overflowing with money would do.

But then... wouldn’t that burn up an incredible amount of money?

Was there really that incredible a value vested in Lagnis right now to do that much? Was I missing something? I couldn’t easily grasp it with my head that, in the end, merely had my last life’s age added on top.

Since her fief had been razed to the ground, rebuilding it should be impossible. This was a time when everyone was busy just fortifying what was already there, let alone building up something new at a fief that had been destroyed once. Unless there was a seriously incredible resource there, I thought that there was a high chance of it simply being erased from the maps just like how my village had disappeared.

But the first time Lagnis explained her situation, she definitely talked as if there were still remaining fortunes. That the noble faction treated her dying as a given in order to absorb her fortunes and rights and even obtain a pretext.

I thought that the fortunes meant that there was remaining money in places like banks or similar, and that the rights were about the fief to be rebuilt after the war. I thought that the thing called pretext was also just a part of the faction fight, but... I couldn’t erase the feeling that I’d judged something naively.

“Lagnis.”

“Hm?”

“When you first told me your story... you said that the nobles were aiming for your house’s fortunes and rights and a pretext, right?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“However much I think, I can’t understand very well with my commoner eyes why the two factions are fighting over you like this. I can somehow accept them simply ordering someone to take you away, but... I keep wondering if this is an incredible enough event to attempt transporting a drake.”

Because there was a certainty that her survival would cause a big change in the balance of the two factions that had been maintained until now. Because it was worth enough to take on the demerit that would cost an unimaginable number of gold coins, the demerit of transporting a drake. That should be why it came to be like this.

“Do you perhaps have a specific guess why?”

“Hhmn. So even if you’re smart, as expected those kinds of points can’t be helped due to perspective, huh.”

Lagnis stared at me as if fascinated by something, then abruptly smiled as if she had won something and explained.

“It’s because the fief alone isn’t my house’s fortune. From the money in the bank to stakes in various businesses. There are still a lot of things owned under my father’s name. That’s the fortune. Honestly, I can laugh at something like a drake with just that alone.”

The fortunes were as expected.

“The rights should mean all the rights as a marquis. Since, from the noble faction’s perspective, they shouldn’t be able to help but thirst at not only the private soldiers but even the military discretion the title of marquis can have. I think it’s more than enough to enrapture the capital-side nobles, who are only permitted 10, 20 private soldiers.”

... wait. Marquis?

“The pretext isn’t different from what Eldmia more or less predicted the first time. Something that is divided along the lines of ‘the daughter of the Lien House, who inherits the will of the Marquis who gave even his own life to save the kingdom and its subjects, has returned after years to succeed him and pledge her fealty to the king once more,’ or ‘they fought for the kingdom’s subjects and its king, but failed to escape annihilation due to the king’s incompetence, and the Lien House’s last survivor, who has barely clung to her life, has been found at the end of the noble faction’s care and utmost efforts. The king did not even try to find his most loyal vessel’s last blood’... probably that kind of a feel.”

Not different? It’s bloody different from what I’d expected, though?

TL note: Here’s ch.17. If things go about as good as this chapter, then ch.18 will be up in about a week from now.