Thirteen captured bandits and 63 protected people.

Fortunately, no one was taken as slaves, and all those caught were able to protect them.

But the bandits have wiped out one settlement, and three villages and settlements have been damaged.

Several other merchant squadrons have been attacked in the streets, so the damage is high.

"Lord, thank you for your help"

A man, about forty years old, as the representative of a protected people, comes to thank me.

The people who protected them to suit that big man bow their heads.

The men were people whose bodies seemed sturdy because they planned to make them war slaves and sex slaves, and many women were young.

"I put a hard time on everyone by making such a fool of myself... some will have lost their family fortune, some will have lost their family, I will do whatever I can to help..."

"... thank you for your consideration"

It is this that there are no words to call.

There is a sense of frustration in their faces, and my heart wounds won't heal easily if I just put in words of comfort.

I don't think we can leave the folly of the St. Orion nation unattended when we see these people again.

Regardless, the bandits request backup from Fort Felk because of the large number of people they have protected.

It was also good to be in a cave that the bandits had made aside, but the protected people said they wanted to leave the cave soon, so they waited for dawn to start moving towards Fort Felk.

It was around 3pm that I joined up with the backup troops from Fort Felk, and I'll keep escorting the people and divide them into units going to Fort Felk and units going to the cave where they were bandits' aside.

The task of the troops headed to the bandit's Azito is to dispose of the bodies and recover supplies, including stored gold.

If you leave the bandit's body alone, it's likely to be a necromancer, and the supplies are meant to be recovered and returned to the damaged people at all.

A carriage carrying the protected people was available, so the journey was surprisingly quick. On the second day, we arrived at Fort Felk.

Here I leave it to Wick.

"You don't have to worry about supplies. I want you to make sure that the lives of the protected people stand. If you wish, you can give Eastwood a place to live, and many of you will have lost your family, so I want you to take due account of the response."

Wick works like a god on the battlefield on the strong side, but he is a man who can use his office without graduating as a manager.

Besides, I don't condone enemies on the battlefield. Sadists, or killer men, are extremely warm during normal times.

I can't imagine it from that style, though.

"Of course. And what about the bandits?

"You're going to jail for a while. Behind them is St. Orion, so be careful."

"Ha!"

Take out that statue of the goddess in one of Fort Felk's rooms.

Look at this statue of the goddess with the divine eye to see the magic formations being written.

It turns out that what's written is a magic cover and a constant frequency of sound waves.

I had no idea there was a magic item in this world that used sound waves.

Besides, it's a high-performance specification that deceives my magic sensing when it comes to covering up magic.

I don't think I can write so many magic formations in the knowledge of the magic formations of this world, and I guess it was made by special (...) people because they make such an idea.

Maybe it was the Earthlings who made this.

It wouldn't be strange if someone else was metastasized and reincarnated because I'm here.

However, if the man is using the power he possesses for fanatics like St. Orion, he will pay a considerable price.

That point will need to be borne in mind, especially since it is also possible that the person is being forced to cooperate with the St. Orion State rather than to proceed.

Confirming the statue of the goddess, the door was knocked, so I give permission to enter.

What came in was a woman who was too small to say wicked and petty, presumably a dwarf.

"This man wants us to meet the Hall..."

Look at that face on Wick. Still a strong woman inside to move Wick.

Well, Wick works like a god in battle, because he's a comfortable gothiosan every day.

"Really, so what about you?

"Wow, I say Lillia. And I was imprisoned by the bandits, and your lord helped me."

I'll lower the wick.

Me, Lillia and Firia will stay in the room.

"So what does Mr. Lillia have to say to me?

"Yes... let me work under your lord"

Lillia holds her hand in front of her chest and turns a serious eye on me.

"Under me, may I ask why?

"Yes... my family was all killed by bandits. I heard the village is wiped out, too. I have nowhere to go..."

I sympathize with Lillia, but that's not why I can easily say it's good.

Let's start by checking our abilities... OK, hire!

"I don't mind Mr. Lillia working under me. But being my subordinate means you'll have a tough workout."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you! My body is sturdy, so I'll put up with anything."

Lillia bows down to me many times to apologize.

"Lillia shall be Filia's subordinate. I'm going to leave it with Grandpa from Wangdu for a while, so I'll ask him to arrange it."

"I got it."

I'll leave Lillia with Phyllia and instruct Wick to give the Private his gear.

But there was no military uniform that the dwarves could wear, so I quickly decided to create military uniforms and gear for Lillia.

Hmm?

Why did you hire Lillia?

That's because she has a gift called 'Sword Saints Under Heaven'.

Unfortunately, dwarves have inferior physical abilities than humans, but this gift makes it easier for her to acquire skills about swords, and even faster the technology she acquires grows! Exactly a gift to be called Sword Saint under heaven.

But why not?

Kensei to the wise, isn't it strange that two people my age have super gifts?

Besides, we both have some unfortunate chigusa, and it feels like something... like... no.

Aren't you going to come out brave or dancer sometime?