Chapter 40

“You really like to ask questions. Do you ask your subordinates about that?”

Pointing with his chin at the leader standing behind Baron Favaera, he untied the scabbard from his belt and leaned back crookedly, answering with a very dissatisfied attitude. At the same time, I try to gauge the level of skill of Baron Pavaera and the soldiers.

It’s a fact that I learned while training in earnest in the Ogatorv family, but I can’t feel mana and aura properly.

It’s because I feel that refined mana and aura are very weak by my standards due to the magic that is close to raw stone. As a result, those who have reached a certain level are said to be able to distinguish the strength and weakness of the other person just by looking at the aura that flows normally... I really don’t know.

It was a search ability at a level where an ordinary aura could be felt even from Ekaf, who was the third sword of the king. Others say that even if you learn a little bit, you will feel intimidated.

“Hmm. Are you tired? That’s a pretty sharp reaction.”

Maybe that’s why, no matter how much I looked at Baron Pavaera and the guards in front of me, I couldn’t feel it.

Although I didn’t expect much, the 20 members of the command in the forest were said to be among the elite. Although, the only decent level was the one that got the sword half-slashed at the end, but anyway, according to the story of the friend who gave me the information, shouldn’t the guys here have to be at least the same level as or strong enough to be normal?

But no matter how I look at it, I don’t feel young.

I pretended to scratch the back of my head and glanced at Cheryl, but I couldn’t tell if she was keeping her poker face well or if she wasn’t impressed because she wasn’t really a big deal.

“Well, just looking at the outside, you can tell that you’ve been fighting to the death, but your consideration was lacking. But we can’t just trust your testimony from the point of view of the request, so it would be nice if you could cooperate for a while.”

“That cooperation meant, ‘Go inside again.’ If it’s the same, there’s nothing we can do but refuse. Do it yourself. Like the baron just said, we’re exhausted. The guys fighting in the woods aren’t organized yet, so it’s dangerous to go back and run into them.”

“Actually, that part took a little while. One of the things we found out while observing them... was that if there was something wrong with the command, they would use flares or something to call their comrades in the forest.”

and. I never imagined it would be so blatant.

“But it’s like the time you entered... and the fact that the flares weren’t fired. There are a lot of things that get caught. Don’t you know better how fast you guys got in and out?”

“You’re saying that you’re cheating, and you’re really diligently turning around. Is it because you’re an aristocrat?”

I frowned as much as I could and spit out the words with the most disgusting expression and tone. When I put my hand on the handle of the sword in a crooked posture, the soldiers except Baron Pavaera reacted.

“Don’t do anything stupid, adventurer.”

“If you overconfident in your skills and get killed, you won’t get paid, right?”

The response was not towards insults towards the owner, but towards me expressing a willingness to fight for them. It became clear that this was not a relationship maintained by loyalty.

I have to pretend to be angry to think about it, but the faces are so blatantly full of ridicule that I don’t feel the need to further confirm whether the information my friend in the forest gave me is true or false.

“You guys are saying funny things? Even if we simply calculate that the two of us destroyed the command center, we’ve killed ten people by ourselves, but can only four of them stop it?”

“Ha. Judging by the appearance, we’re not in a situation where we can fight any more. Does that have anything to do with it?”

“It doesn’t matter. Even if you can’t fight any more, you guys can win with one eye closed.”

At my reaction, they don’t get angry, they smile. That’s a very good sign. Underestimating me means that we are doing our part well enough, and that if we fight, we can win more easily.

“Stop. You don’t have to raise your voice. But even if you believe what you say, these three heads alone won’t solve the problem. Is this your first time subjugating thieves?”

“Well, it’s the first time, but you know that you get paid according to the number of hairs.”

“It was an amazing counterattack. Art is art.”

“Hmmm. It went in neatly even to myself. I’m satisfied.”

I wonder how it would feel if a 15-year-old kid was very satisfied with the fact that the technology of killing people was neatly put in, but since that’s the world, I decided not to care.

We approached the collapsed Favaera and the shivering leader who fell behind us, leaving the guys behind us who we had dealt with so reliably that we didn’t need to kill them to confirm, and each of us decided to do our part.

“Baron Pavaera. To wield the sword so quickly after my butler had finished speaking, was it too dangerous to kill them all?”

“Uh, ahhhh...”

I approached the leader, leaving behind Pavaera and Cheryl, who were so shocked that they couldn’t even scream.

“hey.”

“Hee, hee!”

“Hiik is a fuck cockroach, or Hiik and this baby!”

As I slammed the sword into the floor, threatening not to think of anything else, the guy crouched down and shouted.

“My, please save me! I, I just did as I was told!”

“Yes! That’s it!”

“My... eh? Yes?”

“You did as I was told! The only way for you to survive in this situation is to say it in detail! Isn’t that obvious?”

“Muh, of course! Of course I have to tell you everything! I can tell you all about what that wicked Pavaera was up to!”

“Gardway, yes, inoooum!!”

“How dare you raise your voice in front of me, traitor!”

“Kyaaaaaagh!”

There was a dull sound like kicking something soggy meat, so I didn’t bother to look back. To hear such a sound is to say that the amputation was kicked, but such a sight is never a good sight for the mind and body.

However, the leader, who had been rolling his eyes intently, became more contemplative after seeing the scene behind me and began to bang his head on the ground.

“Please! Please save me!”

“Do you want to live?”

“No, of course!”

Our friend Werry looks up at me with watery eyes and expresses desperation. Like my friends in the forest, I’m very sympathetic to these cooperative guys. It wasn’t that this guy swung a sword at me in the first place, and I didn’t have the hobby of holding people accountable even to those who were in a position where they had no choice but to let go. So I crouched down and put my hand on Werri’s shoulder.

“Come on. You’re a talkative Werry from now on.”

“Eh? I’m...ah! Yes! That’s right! I’m Talkative Werry! Talkative Werry is ready to chatter everything he knows!”

The baby’s eyes are sandalwood. I like it very much.