Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

"Hostages...?

"That's right. He's trying to take the kids who live in this slum hostage and throw us away as pawns."

With a hateful look, Bacchus told him to throw it away so. Taking hostages and talking about the other person - the same situation that His Majesty the King is under, I don't think it's very coincidental. Even so, I can't take one side or the other lightly because I can also think of a line of resistance between chimps. He nodded at me for prompting him to continue the conversation in silence, and Bacchus began to tell the story.

The man came the day after the raid by the demonic army. He said if Bacchus' men sitting in front of him were entangled in an outsider who, as usual, had strayed into Slam Street, he was on the contrary in the sight of a half-kill. The slum city chimps have strong lateral connections and people get together in no time if anything happens. Naturally, the compiler Bacchus was no exception, and he rushed to the place where his men were hit. The atmosphere of the man I met there was unusual. He said Bacchus, who had repeatedly slashed him in the slam for years, seeped enough pressure to inadvertently retreat, and the man had a thin laugh.

"I don't feel sorry for you, but I didn't even feel like bluffing and fighting. I've never seen him so crazy before. And I didn't realize, but some of my men said there was some kind of black moya coming out of his body."

You remember that time, Bacchus is shivering.... Bacchus doesn't seem to notice, but that's probably annoying. When it comes to curiosity, people who can spin magic can see it without being particularly conscious. But it seems that people who live without any connection to using magic don't see it. And only demons and demons are distracting. A demon would know at first sight, so Bacchus would undoubtedly have met the Demons.

"He said as he stepped on my men. If you don't want to be killed, do as I say. He said if you turn against him, he'll kill all the kids in Slam Street... and fuck off!

Slam Street has a decision to be a Slam Street. It is that adults who grow up in slums help children who live in slums at all times. Kids like me urrowing through Slam Street have a high chance of dying if left alone because the majority of them are orphans. It's not strange that other cities abandon their children for all that is weak and forceful, and that only the strong survive systems are built, but common sense in this slum seems to be different, and they're all choosing the means to say they raise their children.

If I tell you, whoever Slam's kid is, he's everybody's kid. They give equal and undivided benefits and punishments. I'm sure it's a compliment because it's a great thing to do in itself, but this time it's been put to good use.

"Just like I said, what did he want you guys to do?

"That's..."

Bacchus had a hard time answering my question. Did they instruct you to come this far and hesitate to include it?

"... of the rebellion... I was told to help"

Help with the rebellion!? Speaking of rebellion in this king's capital, I can't think of anything other than against the royal family. Rebellion at the king's knees... I can't say for sure because I don't know strictly the laws of this country, but whoever rebels will be executed without exception - that's the common sense of the world. In some cases it can be described as the heaviest sin punished not only by the parties, but even by unrelated relatives in unison. Has the man made such unscrupulous demands...

"He said it. He told me to set fire to every part of the city when the time and date I specified. That way, the kids don't kill each other..."

Windy Bacchus, such as remorse and helplessness, rises momentum well.

"I don't know how much to learn, but I know what happens if I join the rebellion! But if I say no, the kids will be killed instead of me. He won't hesitate. I have that fear. If it's true, I want to gather all the people in the slam and beat them up, but I can't seem to win... I feel sorry for you, but I can only think of a way to get help from a stranger..."

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Is Bacchus aware of it? Assuming Bacchus lends a hand and starts a rebellion, there is no guarantee that the child taken hostage will be safe. If it goes well but is used up, the Demons will kill it, and if it fails, it is likely that it will be swept away by every slum into the country as a hotbed for insurgents. Bacchus, who is now full of heads over what is in front of him, probably can't think that far.

"Please! I know you don't have anything to do with this, and I know you don't have an in-laws to put your life on the line! But still, can you help me somehow!? If I were as strong as you, I'd think I could beat that guy too!

"Please, from me too!

"I'll do anything we can! So help me!

Not only Bacchus, but his men and even the innkeeper are all there to bow their heads. There is no better option than to say no to me. It's a clue to the demon clan I found because of you, and you can't abandon a child. I'd rather you let me help you from here.

"Keep your head up. If that's the case, let me help you. Let's all help the kids."

"-! I'm thankful!

"Thanks! If you're here, I think I can handle it!

I don't feel bad about being appreciated, but it was a little hot and painful to hold hands by tough guys, albeit over armor. I figured you'd better be a girl if you were skinning.

"In the meantime, I want you to give me some information about the man. Where are you usually, what do you use your prey for, and do you have company? Any minor information is fine. Tell me."

"Okay. Let me tell you everything we know."

According to what Bacchus said, the man is around thirty years old, with slightly tanned skin and a forged gashy body shape, as well as gray and short hair. Eyes seem to be vicious things that even slums rarely see, and Bacchus says - I was too scared to look into my eyes and talk - yes.

(Does the gaze itself have any effect...? I rarely have evil eyes, but it's not like I don't have any... just be careful)

And the weapon you're using has a dagger twisted. They say it's a flashy one with a gold embellishment on the black sheath.

"There was a gold dragon on my sheath. He's annoying, but I thought you could just admit your sheath taste."

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Well... people have their own aesthetic sensations, don't they? So let's not dare go in there or leave it alone. And the location of the most important man. It was this information that seemed the hardest, but this was resolved with clams.

"That bastard, you don't think we're enemies where we attacked at night, you're going up to the firmest house in the slum and living there. Of course the kids who use them as hostages grab some women and do whatever they want...!

Do you even know that woman, Bacchus was biting her lips off enough to bleed.... I can't forgive you for taking a child hostage, but I can't forgive you for forcing a woman to ramble. We have to inflict harder pain on that geezer than death.

"So, is he alone? Doesn't he look like he's got any other people?

"Oh, oh... he's alone. Because you're letting my people keep an eye on you all the time, for sure. He's never been in contact with anyone since he came to the slam."

In that case...... there really seems to be no doubt that the Demon side is understaffed. The story of the demon tribe dressed as that maid came true. It's easier as a setup side, but you shouldn't be alarmed because you can't throw out the line because you're alone for once.

After listening to Bacchus, I was able to get some general information, and I decided to act quickly.

"All right, then let's go check on the guy now"

"Is that true!? You're gonna take him down!?

Bacchus, who got himself on the table, smiled just saying that this solved everything. But it's bad for him, but I can't just go ahead until the scheduled time for the start of the operation. So I shake my neck slowly to the left and right.

"No, we're still ahead of us in the fight. If they're taking hostages, they need to be prepared to let them get away, and they need to figure out if I'm going to be the enemy. So I want a prep period of three days at the earliest."

"Oh well...... But I'd appreciate it if you could help me. I'll show you around. Come here."

That's what I said, I took a seat. I walk after Bacchus. Sometimes the blind men wandering in the alley turn their gaze this way, but as soon as they saw Bacchus, they made a meeting with Pecori to clear the way, and my aunt and grandfather laughed lovingly. Apparently this Bacchus is admired by the inhabitants of the slums more than I think. For living in a place like this, I was surprised by the surprising number of well-loving people. But what they have in common is their lean, thin bodies. A body so gullible that bones float on dirty clothes. Obviously not nutritious.

"... Is the food on time?

Speaking that way on Bacchus's back, who keeps walking silently, he answers without even turning around.

"... at all. Previously we managed to do more or less with rations from the state, but after the demonic noise of the example, we completely lost the tone. The great men of the country are busy helping themselves, and I don't think we have time for this."

Words are quiet, but from that voice, I felt something like anger with no place to do it. I think it's common sense for every country to trump from the weak when there is a war of sorts. But that common sense is on the part of the exchangers, unrelated to the side to be truncated. They mourn their powerlessness and die bitterly until the moment of death, resenting the irrationality of the world. From parties like Bacchus, there is no reason to hold grudges against kings and nobles. But - if you just say grudges and don't act, it's also true that there's no change in how long.

This attack by the Demon Army, this was a tragedy for the whole country, but it depends on the way you think and you can't even say it's a good opportunity. Because there have been so many victims across the country that we are understaffed. The Demonic Army itself drove back, but later all that remained was the desolate villages and cities, where people no longer lived. No matter how much you want to rebuild it, there's nothing you can do without people. That's why it's a good opportunity. That, too, is for the people who live in slums.

If we don't pay taxes normally, I wonder if we would let them migrate to other places where they are not engaged in any productive activities. If we're going to help rebuild villages and cities, if we guarantee food and shelter for the time being, and if we promise tax exemption for a few years, a lot of people will want to participate, right? Of course it won't be possible to migrate everyone because some people don't like to work or work with people and have been slumming. But it should be far better than waiting here to starve to death.

"... after things go well, you might want to talk to the king once..."

"Did I say something?

"No, it's nothing. Is he closer to home than that?

"Oh. We're here already. That's it."

The direction Bacchus points. There was an old, worn out, statue of a mansion.