Chapter 19: Lagnis Lien da Levien

Chapter 19: Lagnis Lien da Levien

“Hah! Ain’t this a fucking hilarious brat? Does the village hooligan brat thinks himself big just ’cause he got himself a cheap sword?”

With faces full of sneers, and few with infuriated faces at having been looked down at, they gripped daggers and swords and axes and whatever weapons they each had. It was the unquestionably normal reaction. However incompetent they might be, they were people who carried adventurers’ tags, after all. They should have personal pride in it.

Adventurers.

They, who had a ranking system detailedly divided into 8 colors that seemed to have taken inspiration from the seven-color rainbow, roamed the land without the duty to pay direct taxes, nor the protection of the kingdom from it.

Among them, the bottom three ranks were only adventurers when put nicely, and were mostly closer to thieves with swords. If there was a difference between them and thieves, it would be whether or not they tried to uphold the kingdom’s laws even a little, and about just that much.

I could tell from regularly visiting the guild. The commissions they could receive were mostly a level of work that could be covered by numbers and equipment.

Problems one could solve by gathering friends or buying and wearing good equipment if they could just be a little calm and properly swing a weapon to produce something that could be called an impact. Obviously they couldn’t be called a very good income when considering the risks. People died even during those kinds of commissions, after all. Rather, works that received daily payouts like outer wall repairs were far safer and gave higher incomes.

They were also the same. When looking at those with exposed rank tags worn on their necks as if military ID tags, most were colorless iron or yellow. It meant they were the 8th and the 7th ranks among the 8 ranks.

“Check out that sword twinkling. Did ya fucking killed a person before, you hooligan shit?”

In short. They were simply runaway adults evolved from runaway adolescents that had immaturely roamed around for a bit long time.

While tapping Lagnis’s shoulder and sending her slightly behind me, I honestly answered the guy that might or might not have taken on their leader role, but stood furthest out front and was passionately flapping his mouth.

“Haven’t killed one with my sword before.”

“Where the fuck do a... what? Your sword?”

“Yeah. My sword.”

I’d no idea how much they were really looking down on me, but he casually walked into my range, so I directly ran up and instantly kicked him in the pit of his stomach without even using my sword.

– Ppuuck!

“Ungkuk!”

The guy, who for some reason was weirdly confident despite wearing merely leather gauntlets and greaves without a single piece of proper chest armor, collapsed on the spot and let off a croaking sound.

“Eh? Eh?”

“Why do slow-headed kids all let off the same sound from their mouths? Anyway, one sword poke.”

It struck properly, so he should be paralyzed still for 1 minute and then shake his limbs even after that. I immediately thrust my sword into his thigh without even particularly looking close.

– Pukk!

“Ungkkiyaaaaahh!!”

“I stabbed gently, you crybaby shit! The fuck are you overreacting for?!”

Frowning at the scream piercing my ears sharper than I’d expected, I stabbed his other thigh, too. With this, I should look insane enough for a madman.

“Aaaaaghh!!”

“Tha, that fucking lunatic! The fuck you waiting for?! Kill him!”

After the second scream exploded out, the bastards only then rushed forwards together with the reaction I’d intended.

Even at a glance, they were appearances that were clearly running forwards simply to swing without any swordsmanship or whatnot. Even worse, they were so pathetically running up wildly with each showing off their unique and uncoordinated running speeds that I reflexively gave them advice.

“Hey, hey! The blade is still sharp. There’s plenty of stabbing left, so don’t fight each other and line up.”

“Get fucked you little shit!!!”

“You fucking dare even when I give you advice?”

The bastard that boasted the fastest running speed enthusiastically raised up his sword above his head to strike down.

It wasn’t threatening even a little. Even at a rough glance, the sword that guy held was about 70cm or so. For that to swing and touch, I had to step at least two steps closer.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

“Uhugh, p, please! No! Apologize! I apologize! Please forgive me just once!”

“I introduced myself just before, right?”

“Heugh, eh? Eh?”

“That I’m Eldmia Egga.”

I quietly looked at the guy holding his already cut-off left arm and squirming and trying to stop the bleeding with his right hand. The eyes that were full of all kinds of spite and anger until just now only had fear and unease left. Even just by looking at his face, I could tell he was trembling in fear from not getting even a guess on what the lunatic who cut off his arm and made a hole in his thigh was trying to say.

I didn’t enjoy doing something like this, either. I was someone who had the normal sentiments of modern Earth’s people. Meaning, I wasn’t a psychopath who got excited from seeing blood or could laugh at a cut-off cross section. Not only were both cutting people and seeing blood extremely far from entertaining for me, the fact was that it was nauseating every time I saw a cross section. Seeing something that normally shouldn’t be seen naturally tended to arouse more revulsion than one would expect.

I’d merely understood through the event I’d experienced on the 8th year of my reincarnated life that this was a world that needed these kinds of things.

“I have a really passionate lifelong wish. What do you think that is?”

“Heugh, hick... I, I don’t know.”

“My lifelong wish is to warn absolutely never touch Eldmia Egga, regardless of whatever that may happen, to the sons of bitches like you, then make it so no one can touch me.”

That was why I didn’t laugh. So long as provocation wasn’t the goal, I didn’t particularly get angry either. Because I knew it was a world where each and every one of such emotions could push one towards death.

“Those that threaten to kill me. Those that touch the people around me to threaten me. Those that try to cause me harm. Those that try to use me. I’ve got a grand wish of using all of them as examples and making everyone absolutely never touch me.”

I tapped his remaining right hand with my sword, but as if believing it would get cut off if he ran, the guy even held back his tears and didn’t move a bit. When I rubbed the sword on his shoulder without any particular thought and wiped the blood, he now not only uncontrollably trembled but even began peeing himself.

“Come to think of it, I’m really conflicted right now. If I trust your words and leave your right arm and two legs alone, wouldn’t there be at least one guy who thinks I’m weak and pops out to get revenge? I think that’s what’ll happen.”

“Nnnnnooo!! Absolutely! That absolutely won’t happen!! I! I was babbling nonsense like a retard!! I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”

“When did I ever say I’ll kill you? I’m just gonna cut your limbs. Of course, I might kill you if the limbless you go mad with overflowing rage and say you’ll kill me, though.”

“Hick, hheuung. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t ever come near. Please...”

Even so, perhaps because this was a fantasy world, even for detached limbs one could go pay a reasonable fee at a church and reattach them again so long as it was not too late. Of course, it was a reasonable fee in name only, and was an infinitely cheap fee for being saved from the dangers of limb loss. If he were to dust his pockets clean, then this guy too should be able to reattach his arm.

“What’s your name, friend?”

“Eh?”

“Oh, you hesitating? Should we cut off your ankle first and then start? Or would you think differently if your cut-off arm gets pulverized enough to be impossible to reattach?”

Even then, even if there was such a certainty. It couldn’t be helped but be terrifying for the body part that didn’t naturally regrow to be cut off. Even I would be terrified, too.

“It’s Abnam! It’s yellow rank adventurer Abnam who became an adventurer while living in Guld Village of western Ithysiel Kingdom!”

“Oh, your attitude turned superb. You also understood why I asked your name, right?”

I’d let you live for now. But I would find and kill you if shit happened.

It seemed Abnam perfectly understood that.

“I understood! I’ll never touch sir Eldmia again! I won’t even come close! If someone were to even think of it, I’ll absolutely stop him!”

“It’s a good thing you’re smart. Take good care of your arm. You’ll have to attach it later, after all.”

“T, thank you! Thank you!”

“You. Wanna help him stop his bleeding or get an arm cut off like him?”

“I’ll help!!”

The guy that got the poke second in line stood up as if he even forgot about the pain in his thigh, then hopped up on one foot and started helping him stop the bleeding.

TL note: I’m sorry this chapter got delayed. I got a cold over the weekend and couldn’t keep on schedule. Also, do please let me know if there are grammar errors in this chapter, bc I’m not 100% sure I got everything this time.

The next chapter is about 20% longer than this one, so it might be slightly late as well. For now, the ETA for the next chapter is the 27th of September.