Dream Life

We were attacked by bandits along with a caravan acting together on our way to the Raswell Border Uncle Territory in the northern part of the Caerm Empire.

More than thirty bandits have attacked me, but I manage to repel them with my father's struggle and my magic.

My mother, who was in the carriage, also heard from my father the end of the fight and the safety of all, finally gave us a relief look and gave us a smile.

The twins, Theophilus and Seraphine, are excited about the actual battle, which was close, and seem to tell Mel how the battle was going to go on guarding her surroundings.

I saw how it was and realized the crisis had left.

And as I calm down, I'll sort out in my head the doubts I was feeling about this raid.

First, obviously, we were the target.

We have a line, about the tenth one on the count from the front, more than fifty meters behind us from the beginning.

And it hasn't been five minutes since I heard the cry that we were attacked in the lead.

More than thirty bandits have come after us alone. I don't know how many hit the lead, but there was no voice that said they were attacked, except the lead and us.

Besides, if you attacked us in this place, the streets are blocked by the merchant wagon, and it's hard to carry out every wagon's luggage.

He was making it look like he was after our luggage, but I'm pretty sure the real purpose was our lives. Because the guy who's been after you is limited.

The first thing I can think of when I say it could be aimed at our lives is light godliness. Kicked out of the Kaum kingdom - a mountainous country inhabited by many Dwarves - relations with the Blacksmith Guild have still not been repaired. Completely repugnant but motivated.

But regardless of the high priests (fanatics) of the Light Divinity, the officials of the Holy King's House, or the administration of the Luke's Holy Kingdom, should not want to deal with the Lockhart family and the Blacksmith's Guild any more.

Though I can't say that the fanatics think they've been smashed in the face and are unlikely to be rampant, they're a little off timing.

(If the fanatics of phototheism are going to attack, it would be at an earlier stage. Because they act without much thought... before the Archbishop was replaced, it might have been possible, but for the Archbishop now, he doesn't have to turn the Lockhart family and the Blacksmith guild against his enemies. There is never a line either: the runoff of the former Archbishop, but it is too late for timing. I guess the most likely one is the edger of the Raswell Borderline Uncle......)

My brother's fiancée told me that someone hated the Lockhart family at the edge of her home, Raswell Borderline Uncle.

I don't know that much, so I can't say anything, but this is a place close to the northern part of Caerm and prone to exercising the influence of the Raswell family, the northern governor of the Caerm Empire.

(In any case, there is too little information. There must be bandits who are just paralyzed, so if you interrogate them, you may know to some extent...)

Approximately enough time to fight.

In that meagre amount of time, he had succeeded in rendering triple enemies completely powerless.

In fact, Guy came back in a hurry to check on the lead situation, but after the battle trend (sorry) was set.

"I rushed back because I heard the battle behind me... but as always, Master Zach's magic is amazing..."

Guy seemed to have heard from Byron that the bandits had been wiped out by my magic, and he was impressed with the power of the magic but also had a slightly dazzling atmosphere.

My father ordered Guy and Dan to oppose the surrounding enemy and ordered Enos to see what was going on ahead.

We'll have Byron confirm the damage and instruct us not to fail to remain vigilant.

Damage to the Lockhart family, but only four minor injuries. A vigilante young man, Brett and Jim, was on his arm and Kevin and Sid were wounded on his arm and leg.

While Liddy was hanging healing magic on them, my father called out to me.

"What is that magic? They went down on their own?

"It's the magic of paralysis. Depending on the person, I don't think you can move for half an hour if you leave it alone."

My father shakes his head sideways with an indescribable expression, but soon orders the Brets, who have finished their treatment, to gather the bandits.

The sound of the battle had stopped, whether the battle had already ended even in the foreground. But there was still no sign of the carriage moving.

Enough, Guy and Dan finished their surrounding enemies and returned. There was no sign of the bandits around.

Enos, who went to see what was going on ahead, also returns to convey the instructions of Duke Selzam, leader of this caravan escort, a third-degree mercenary.

"I already eliminated the bandits, but there was one carriage rolling over. Looks like a flowing arrow hit the horse and ran wild. From Selzam, it takes half an hour to get the wagon out of the way, so until then, he wanted us to wait on the spot and be vigilant around him."

My father nodded at it and ordered Guy and us to be on perimeter alert and Byron to deal with the bandits.

In the case of raids like this one, we rarely catch bandits alive. Because the bandits who failed the raid will soon escape, and their escorts will never follow them.

In this case, the situation is quite different because of my magic.

The number of bandits who participated in the attack on the Lockhart family was thirty-seven, including on the south side, where it was. Of those, twenty-one were dead or seriously wounded, but sixteen were intact.

The intact bandits have been disarmed and gathered beside the carriage. Still not able to move satisfactorily because of the remaining paralysis, Brett and the four of them hang one rope after another.

There were six seriously wounded, four of whom had already been euthanized. The two of them have my healing magic hanging and recovering enough to walk.

My father is going to hand the bandits over to the defense in the next city, Low Cliff. They're going to ask the bandits to run a massive sweep operation.

My father and Byron had begun discussing the weapons of the bandits collected.

Because it is a weapon and protective gear for thirty-seven people, you can't make fun of Song Zhang (Kasaba) and weight. I can afford a barrel of Scotch in Doctus, but it was still a huge burden for the carriage.

I propose to my father storage magic transport.

"I'll do something with my magic. I don't want to be seen much, so let's cut it down to about half in that shade."

My father has an overview of the magic of the inventory, but there seems to be some hesitation in referring to it as just legendary magic.

"You just have to leave the bandit's weapon or something. If the merchants in the back retrieve it, the bandits and demons will never use it. Thanks to you, you don't have to be so obsessed with money."

The current financial situation of the Lockhart family is good and there is no need to force weapons to be collected.

(I'm sure Father is right...)

I had an idea.

This time the bandits, especially those who attacked us, were out of control. If these men were not bandits, but hired ones, it is possible to explore the mastermind from there.

If you have an orb - a demon prop for ID - you'll know where you're from and the organization you belong to, but it's unlikely that a bandit is carrying a regular orb.

If a mercenary or adventurer collapses, it is possible to ask each guild to investigate from the Demonic Stone of a dead bandit. However, the investigation from the Demonic Crystal Stone, which is not an orb in which the information is written, takes time because it will be necessary to investigate from the identification of previously registered persons.

To complement that, I wondered where they were based from where the weapons were manufactured and if they could be hit to some extent.

I don't know how many arm blacksmiths and armorers there are in the city of Low Cliff with a population of about 3,000, but at least Wellburn - the heart city of the Raswell Borderline Berg Territory - should have some excellent craftsmen. We thought if we brought weapons in there, we might get a lead on this raid.

(Not that I can do a scientific investigation, and just because there happened to be a lot of weapons in that place doesn't prove it... well, selling it in Welburn is going to sell more expensive...)

The reason I'm so far behind bars is because I can't read the enemy's thoughts this time.

If I were a bandit and the purpose was the murder of a key Lockhart family figure, I would have had the archer shoot a front and rear carriage horse and create a state of confusion.

Even with a good soldier and a powerful magician, we cannot cope satisfactorily if we are created a messy situation in a narrow street.

This time, the enemy had taken full ownership during the initial phase. If it was meant to be our elimination, we would have had as many hands as we wanted.

The suspicion in this raid is that the balance of power is very unbalanced. After all, only three archers. If you're going to be an ambush, the Archer should be a very effective force.

Too few archers are effective warriors for bandits who were so close to being prepared. I can't deny the possibility that I didn't exactly grasp this one's power, but it would be normal to assume that there is something the other way around if it's so little.

Even if you didn't know or insulted the existence of a magician, including me, it was too unnatural.

Possible would be that I didn't want to hurt the carriage by flow arrows. It means I didn't want to hurt the people in it, the mothers, rather than the carriage.

However, even if the target of this raid is the mothers, the question remains.

When it comes to what is worth getting from the Lockhart family, there is only distillation technology.

But even if we use our mothers' patterns to threaten our fathers and grandfathers and get distillation technology, we just buy the wrath of our biggest customers, the Dwarves. It is visible that the moment they are put up for sale, they will be retaliated against by Dwarves.

(I hope they don't know the extent of it, but if it's for any other purpose, it's troublesome. First of all, you can't judge the enemy by his lack of understanding of purpose. Either way, there is no doubt that the enemy targeted my mother and my sisters. For example, there is a possibility that something will be set up in the future...)

This time he had received information from his brother's fiancée, Rosalind, daughter of Raswell Borderline Uncle, that someone was not comfortable with the Lockhart family and had asked Doctus' informant, Sai Furman, to investigate the Raswell family.

As a result, the Raswell Border House was in a critical situation.

Our Lord Hubert is a man who was the superior officer of his grandfather Govan thirty years ago and is now forty-eight years old. He has been a brilliant governor of the North for quarter centuries. I have absolutely no problems with the person. The problem was his family.

Hubert had three sons and three daughters' children, including concubines, but his second and third sons had died together in accidents and illnesses at an early age.

Patrick, a man of honor, is sick and dead five years ago at the age of twenty-five. Moreover, the eldest and second daughters are already married to other houses, in the distant capital of the Empire, in Plymouth, so they have little interaction.

Currently in Welburn, where the Northern Governor's Office is located, is Francis, seven, the orphan of three women, Rosalind and Patrick.

Even more troublesome, Welburn has Hubert's real brother, Viscount Constance Tiesburn. Constance was thirty-five years old and had entered the Tiesburn family, where he had no heirs, as an adopted son, and had succeeded the Viscount family. However, his reputation was not Fang's.

Within the scope of the rhino's examination, there is a strong image of an artifact that is not politically or militarily talented, but is just highly motivated.

However, on closer examination, the assessment was made some time ago, and the current reputation in northern Caerm was different from that.

Indeed, until a few years ago, all the policies carried out were just per go and had a very poor reputation both in Welburn and in the territory Viscount Tiesburn.

Unfortunately, he was often compared to his brilliant brother Hubert, which was often a distant and impossible policy. There was some room for sympathy, but as a ruler it was clearly of low quality.

But at one point in time Viscount Tiesburn begins to develop.

They got talented people and left politics to that person, the one who would become the Gateskel Associate Baron. The rhino appreciates that point and has raised the report that "the image of the artifact is still strong, but the metric seems to be quite a person".

As a result, young direct descendants have voiced the possibility of nominating their younger brother, the weighty working Viscount Tiesburn, as the successor to the Raswell Border Uncle family.

I mean, the Raswells are in a crisis of disturbance.

But there's too little information to link this to this raid.

There is no reason to exclude the Lockhart family for having a successor dispute at the Raswell family. If Tiesburn has set it up, it is foolish to turn the Lockhart family, or blacksmith guild, against the enemy.

Even if Constance Tiesburn himself thought so, it's hard to believe that a good Associate Baron Gateskel would commit such a fool.

(Thank you. I can't think about it. It would be best to think about who gets the gain at times like this......)

Who gains by attacking the Lockhart family and killing my father?

As I indicated earlier, it is a distillation technique when it comes to the value of what the Lockhart family owns from the outside.

And it is believed by the public that it is Father Masaias who refuses to spill that distillation technology.

Actually, it's me, but I don't normally think that I'm the second son and I studied abroad at Doctus.

And then you might think that my grandfather, Govan, with a strong clean image, is giving his opinion, but if you knew anything about my grandfather, you'd know right away that he wouldn't have a mouthful of fine policies.

In other words, it is natural to think that it is the father, the lord, who thinks of the monopoly of distillation technology.

When this happens, a diagram will be formed that "obtains equal-distillation technology by eliminating the father”.

But there's a problem here, too.

Eliminating my father and spreading distillation technology outside of the village of Rasmore cannot be a direct benefit alone.

To be precise, there is no direct benefit to the person who contemplated the assassination of my father. Distillation technology can only benefit enormously if it is monopolized. Only if it spreads will the benefits be dispersed.

(Definitely aimed at distillation technology. That would be one possibility. But you're overwhelmingly short on information to prove it. It's hard to be sure if you're really only after distillation technology. If you still have information that I don't know, you could get stuck at my feet... it would be useful for rhinos to be nearby at times like this...)

In the meantime, after hearing the results of the bandit's interrogation, I decided to reconsider.