After being transferred to another world I became a magical

From both corners of the room, two guards came running at the same time.

It may be more useful not to understand the misconception that magic cannot be used, so I removed the appropriate stone from the item box and threw it.

The stone hit the guard on the right side clean and sank the guard on the right side with a buzz.

In the meantime, the left guard was slashed, so I dodged it properly and kicked it in.

... somehow, it's very weak. If you're a Decepticons wizard, I think there are quite a few who can win without using magic. It looks like that muscle was decorative.

Compared to a swordsman, it's a poor level.

"So, two E ranked adventurers, in an instant...."

Were they E ranked?

I feel weak even if I rank E... I wonder if the criteria for ranking are different between Baysis and this country.

... but those adventurers seem to have been helpful in a way.

"I heard a terrific sound!

The office!

The sound of defeating the guard brought the guards from the Mansion into this room.

Ten, twenty... still growing. It's just a number that I don't think a lord would make permanent in the Mansion.

Maybe he was too bad to be afraid of assassination.

The reason I am thinking fluently is that the guards gathered seemed to be very weak.

You can escape at any time and kill the lord at any time.

In addition to that, the guards who gather seem to hate the lord.

Instead of coming to protect the lord, it was an atmosphere where they gathered because they heard a loud noise and were forced to defend because the lord had been attacked.

No one will attack me on that evidence. In other words, they are cooperating.

Until I take a tight stance, I'm opening a ray so I can cast magic on the lord.

Well, it's still on hold if I use it.

Because of this situation, I decided to use negotiation for the time being.

"The man is not a lord. A criminal who committed embezzlement!

That's what I'm saying, I'm going to retrieve the books I just collected.

There was more evidence of embezzlement than ever before.

"So... I made it up! You're using fake books to blame me for what you stole! You thief!

The lord turned bright red to disagree.

You must be the one who tried to push someone else to commit your crime. The skin on the big side.

"Hey, what do we do?

"What you're saying is probably true...."

"Shall we tie him up?

After hearing what we said, the guards began such a consultation.

It seemed to have been heard by the lord, and the lord's face was more bloody, and it began to turn black through the red. The blood vessels are about to be cut.

With that expression on his face, the lord shouted at the guards with anger.

"Kill the man now! Right now! He's a traitor! I'll make up the right sins and tie my family to their necks!

... is that a confession of intentional wrongdoing?

I felt like I was declaring things too bad, but taking my family hostage on a boulder seemed effective.

I don't have time for this, and the guards are pulling out their swords and attacking.

"Shit! Don't feel bad!

"Oh, I have a sister!

I fixed my defenses with magic armor and decided to catch it. I think it's the villain's job to slash it with a counterattack.

That's half the reason, because the guards aren't bandits, so if you put a bad counter, you could get into trouble when you get back to Baysis.

Once we get hit by a boulder, we'll be able to defend ourselves.

Incidentally, the lord was trying to escape in this gap, so he caught his leg again with the magic of the junction.

As far as I was concerned, there was a magic margin on the tip of the fall, and the lord struck me in the face.

"Bubba!

"No, why not! I can't get an attack!

"Me too! Gah!"

After I finished my self-defense, I lightly cast pressure magic around and blew up the guards.

Some people seem to have suffered minor injuries, but I don't intend to take such care of the boulders.

Well, what do we do now?

When I thought about it, a new force emerged.

The window in the office broke and a man jumped in.

For a moment, some decent lord is a fucking lord (I don't know his name. I think I saw it in the appraisal, but I didn't even feel like remembering it.) I thought you sent someone to capture it, but it was too soon for the boulder. I'm sure he's not a bandit for now.

I was wondering what was going on, and they explained it to me.

"Come on, Reagar!

"Hey Zoemers. He's the one you want to take down, right? I wonder if the reward is right.

"Ah, ah. I'll give you 20 million lire for immediate cash and an extra reward from his fortune! That's why you have to take him down!

Apparently, a new man named Reagar is on the Lord's side of reinforcements. As far as I'm concerned, he's not one of the lords' men, he's a bounty hunter who works with gold.

By the way, Zoemers was referring to the lord. I have acquired very wasteful knowledge.

"All right, guards. Fix the windows and exits so they don't escape first. And information. Whatever you want, give me some information about him."

I see. Sometimes we just have to get a high reward.

Unlike the others, the operation is solid. At least a few dozen times more capable than a lord.

Since the opponent is not treated as a bandit by example, I will watch carefully as I prepare to break through the wall and escape at any time.

They're over there. They're exchanging information.

"Hey, I can't get an attack!

"Your swords are bad, aren't they?

"That's not true! It's like a wall that's invisible....."

"Anyway, I can't reach you!

In fact, there are walls that you can't see.

"Shit, I don't get the gist.... that's enough, give me the other information. My place of origin, my fighting style."

Regardless of the style, do you ask where you came from here?

I don't know because I've never really studied interpersonal combat, but there may be a difference in tactics depending on where I'm from.

If it were a city such as Decibatole, it would grasp some strength in place names alone.

"Yes, he's from a front-line city!

The guards didn't seem to be able to answer the question, but the lord answered instead.

He doesn't even remember my name, and he knows where I'm from.

Well, I'm from Japan, so it's hard to say the right answer.

"Front-line cities? Gardia, Homil?... that's a bit of a hassle. Guards, stay back because your feet are tight. You can't talk about it."

Reagar lowered the guards and stood with two swords on his back.

There, the lord sends out additional information.

"No, it's not a front-line city in this country! He's a Baysian!

"Baysian?... front-line cities aren't decibattle, are they?

"Yes! Dechi, do something!

Having heard the answer, Reagar half-laughed.

With a half-laugh, her expression blushed.

"... hey, guards."

"... something?

"You should take care of your life. Goodbye."

That's how Reagar jumped into the window where he came in and ran away.

The speed of the judgment and the speed of the escape are worthy of surprise. Maybe that escape is the secret to surviving as a bounty hunter.

"Oh, hey. That Reagar escaped?

"Isn't that right?

"Oh, I don't want to die yet!

The guards were apparently scared when they saw Reagar escape.

Running away from broken windows and open doors.

All that was left was me, the lord, the men who helped with the embezzlement, and the three guards.

But neither do the guards seem to swear allegiance to the lord.

Rather, there was a feeling of disgust towards the lord in his expression.

Still, if you stay here....

"Hey, are you sure you're being held hostage?

"... if I run, my daughter will be killed."

I see. You're holding my daughter hostage. Then there's nothing I can do about it.

But I don't think much of my daughter, and this guard may lack calm.

"Hey, who gave you the order to kill that girl?

"Lord..."

The guard called out the lord and then added a title with a bitter look.

"I see. But who will follow orders when the arrested criminal gives them?

"... ah.

The guard's expression hardened.

With his face as it stood, the guard circled behind the lord and pressed him against the ground.

And I declare to the two who are still solidified.

"The criminal has been arrested. Please back me up."

"Okay."

... ahh. It was a terrible farce.

I wonder if we were fighting for this.

I kind of feel mentally exhausted.

Regardless, the grievance was resolved with minimal damage. If the damn lord is gone, the taste of Seoul may return.

Is that the only salvation?