The mercenary’s name was Gwens.
In the words of Gaendal, he actively cooperated to the point where it felt like it was useless to torture him, so he just brought him back.
“They say they’re willing to talk to you about treason. We’re just trying to stop them, so I’ll leave this to you.”
Saying so, Gaendal pushed me toward me. As if he had no complaints about Gaendal, the guy who had walked along while managing his expression naturally knelt down and said, lowering his head.
“My name is Gwens. I’ll tell you anything if you let me live.”
It was out of necessity, and he survived on his own, so he dragged it like a sack of barley he had borrowed, and since he was so cooperative, I would like to think that things are going very well.
When I put it like this, I just want to kill it.
It’s been a while since my extremely personal feelings intervened this far, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing to be with the people who burned down the village.
“Did you say your friend’s name was Gwens?”
“That’s right.”
“Because I’m starting to wonder if there’s any information that’s meaningful enough to keep you alive? How does it look to you?”
Seeing her flinch at the moment, it seemed right that she was very nervous, but she managed not to raise her head. Seeing him stay still in that state, it seems like he’s trying to figure out a way to survive by rolling his head.
Actually, I think it’s a realm of going more comfortably or bothering. Anyway, the royal family seems to have prepared for a long time to decide and rob Count Bossa, and regardless of whether the preparation is insufficient or complete, I intend to destroy him to the extent that I can reach it.
If you save this guy to get various information and catch more pods based on that information, you might be able to tighten Count Bossa’s throat a little easier, but maybe that wouldn’t help much.
“I will definitely let anyone who cooperates live. In fact, even when I caught you earlier, I didn’t care what you did, and if you were cooperative, I was going to save you and take you to the capital. But apart from you, this sight stimulated my bad childhood memories. That’s why I’m starting to not like the first plan I made.”
I was the one who was hired as a mercenary by the one who was called Faviella or Favaella in the first place and killed the pitiful adventurers. What I feel bad about this guy’s behavior right now is that it’s purely my personal problem.
Asilie is still hugging me from behind but doesn’t say anything. Rather than fully respecting my wishes, it seems to be waiting to see what decision I make.
In the middle of the day, I think it would be good for my mental health to just honor the dead and cut them down without any regrets.
“As the vice-captain of the Hawk’s Claws, I have been in charge of the actual mercenary corps’ important tasks. I can testify everything from documents to the communication system with the traitor. You will never regret keeping me alive.”
It was too useful a witness to say.
“What? Vice-captain? Aren’t you lying that you’re all dead?”
“Oh, no. Why would you tell a lie here that would get caught anyway?”
Starting with Mongsoon, I can’t help but doubt that I keep getting bigger things one by one. I couldn’t erase my doubtful expression, so I leaned over so that I could touch his ear and asked quietly.
“Traitor’s name. Tell me.”
“I’m Count Envelde da Bossa.”
Eh, that’s true.
In addition to that, I asked him with fragmentary questions about things I knew, but all the answers that came back were correct.
It’s an unintended harvest in many ways, but in the end all the conditions say to let this guy live. Then you should think positively and save it.
How to act quickly once you’ve made a decision. I carried him on my back and approached Gies who was landing.
“Gyeth. Can you throw this to the Ogathorpe family?”
“Yes? What... no, what kind of person are you talking about as a bundle? Confusing.”
As much as he clearly knew the identity of the guy who was tied up even though he said so, Geiss naturally said while arranging the saddle of the flying dragon.
The break was about 15 minutes, so I decided to talk about the main topic.
“I can’t give that guy.”
The clumsily disguised mask of tranquility is shattered at that one word, and poison flickers in the eyes.
“...Why?”
“I got it.”
The eyebrows of the woman at the forefront twitched.
Gaendal tried to come closer, but I lightly raised my hand to stop him.
“Let’s be clear. You guys can’t take revenge. The perpetrator of the incident will soon die.”
Madness becomes hostile and pours out. Even if it wasn’t threatening, it wasn’t a pleasant look, so I continued talking with a frown openly.
“And the guy sent on the flying dragon will give important testimony, so even if he won’t be acquitted, he will be sent to prison according to the fair judgment of the law. If you’re going to go and kill me, I won’t stop you, but just know that it’s a crime. Before that, there’s nothing you can do for revenge.”
“By what right?”
I wondered what it meant, but it seems that they skipped all my kind explanations and took it in moderation as if I was going to stop them from taking revenge.
“By what right do you have to deprive us of our chance to avenge you?”
On the one hand, I really wondered if this was a generally possible flow of thought, but I thought that it might be enough if I was distracted and my eyes were rolling, so I decided to answer in moderation.
“The right to directly fight with 40 mercenaries, kill them, and acquire witnesses as spoils of war.”
It’s a joke, but it’s true. Spoils are spoils, even if they are people. It’s very common sense in this world to catch thieves and sell them as slaves to slavers.
“We lost our family to them.”
“I know. I lost everything to the demons too, so I’m diligently preparing for revenge. But that doesn’t mean that the lives of the demons who burned down my village belong to me. If someone else kills them, of course I’ll just have to suck my fingers.”
After speaking as resolutely as possible, I felt that the hostility that had been pouring toward me had stopped for a moment. But I’m not sure about the slowing point. Do you believe that I am also a war victim and take a step back?
To be honest, I was expecting a reaction like ‘Don’t lie!’
“Yeah, but you’re still going to stop us from taking revenge?”
“No. I have no intention of stopping it. I just let you know that you cannot take revenge.”
“That’s it...!”
“It’s different. The targets you want to take revenge on will all die soon? How will you take revenge when all the targets you want to take revenge on are gone? I’m just letting you know.”
“You want us to believe that?”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe it. It doesn’t change the outcome. They were members of a group plotting treason, and the Isthel royal family does not intend to take this lightly.”
Everyone’s attention was focused, so the word treason caused a huge wave. Even the women who were on the verge of venting their anger on me understood what this meant and began to panic, and the others except Gaendal and Asillie were even more flustered.
Oh, come to think of it, I only told Gaendal. Even though it was long, I felt sorry for nothing when I saw that I was surprised with my eyes wide open.
“...Then, so it’s over like this? Can’t do anything...?”
“It would be better if you feel like you didn’t touch your nose and blow your nose rather than feeling like you can’t do anything... but yes. Anyway, that’s it. Of course, if he doesn’t disappear with the dew of the guillotine, there will be a chance to kill him like I said at the beginning. You’re going to be a criminal then. Of course, I don’t recommend it.”
I calmly and casually slashed what they saw as their reason for living in front of their faces.
Then, as if influenced by it, all the women who came to me sat there with a dejected expression on their faces. Silently in awkward silence. The other women who were present slowly approached and began to comfort them, but considering that they lost their reactions as if their spirits had gone out in the short time, this break might need to be a little longer.