I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

It was midnight and Fran was finally back in the guild.

Fran was going to try a little harder, but the court doctor begged me to rest.

Urgent patients are healed for now, and the ambulance is turning to people other than Fran alone. Certainly the time would have passed before Fran would have had to do it anymore.

But before Fran, who tried to enter the guild, three men stood up.

I thought there was a miscellaneous fish instead of Gatai that hadn't even been able to erase the signs, but he had an errand for Fran.

"Hey! You're the healer of the Black Cat Clan!

A little fat man in the middle has spoken in a dignified manner.

"Are you using healing magic and healing the civilian population?

"Mmm."

"Delight. I will welcome you as a minister to my Baron's house! Use that power only for my sake in the future!

Solicitation. No, solicitation? With this guy's attitude, he said, "I'll be a minister! I don't think anybody's saying." Well, at least it doesn't seem like a good aristocrat.

"We're being made to treat civilians for free now. Isn't that right! If you come back to me, that won't happen in the future! You can do business with nobles and merchants."

"What do you mean?

"It means you can only use the healing power on the person I instructed! Many want to benefit from powerful healing magic. Be able to catch as much value as you want. With our handouts, it's essential for business people. Oh, don't worry, I promise you enough in return."

"So who can't pay?

"Did you find out about the poor or something? Where those who can't even pay for treatment are somewhat dead, tax revenues are no longer affected!

Uh, awesome idiot. What a fool, I was just about to catch a franc with gold. If we had gathered the information properly, we would also have found that Fran refused to thank the patient himself.

More to the point, I don't know if it's solicitation or an order, though I can tell it's a typical idiot nobleman at the point of a grand attitude. I can see even the later escorts look frightened.

"You don't want to waste your time like today, do you?

……

Fran is quietly angry. I would have ignored it if it was enough to be solicited with some gaze from above. I'm tired, and I'm not a fun person to talk to.

But Fran was furious at this guy for making a statement that trumpeted the weak.

(... kill)

"Seriously! Seriously! I know how you feel, but killing is bad!

(Says it's no use helping everyone. Guys, I was so happy. Now he says he can help others too... Give me that!)

Uh, that's so bad. Fran's anger is quite great. I guess I feel tainted with all sorts of things I care about.

If it stays like this, I could seriously slash it. I don't know what else to do here.

"Hey."

"Mm? Corbelt?

"Your nobility there. The girl is currently employed by the Earl of Baileys. Even if I solicit you, don't you have to let the Count through?

Speaking of which, the contract has not yet been terminated. Formally, Fran would indeed be in the form of being employed by the Count family.

This is what happened, and it's not where the Marquis came in.

"What? Beil Leeds...?

"Yes."

"Ha. They're going to take responsibility for this one anyway!

"So, I can't help but solicit the girl? Ignore the Count's house?

"Ugh..."

The baron and his escort were visibly wolfed. The incompetent baron, no matter how you look at it, and the Count family, which was responsible for the corner of the martial arts in this country, although you don't know what will happen in the future. It won't be a battle no matter what you think.

When the baron saw the two escorts tile, the men shook their heads beside each other with a blue face. They know you can't win by force.

I don't think I can spot Colbert's prowess on those guys to this extent, and maybe I knew about Colbert from the beginning.

In the end, the baron fled home amazingly and didn't have to be slashed by Fran on this occasion.

"That was just the right time."

"... n"

"What's up? You look unhappy, don't you?

"I let him go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. If they're all beating up, they'll be arranging a nomination in no time. Ignore it."

Yeah, yeah. Tell him more.

"Whoa, I have some business too. A message from the Count. I'm sorry about all this. The contract shall have been completed at this point. However, when turning down solicitations from other nobles, I don't mind giving the Baileys family a name. That's why."

Thank you for that. It's going to be a bug repellent while I'm in Wang Du. Well, if the Count Baileys family were to be crushed, it would be ineffective.

"So, let's go? I still have a job to do, like me."

"Mmm."

"... Master Curry, I'm sorry."

Oh, speaking of which, I hadn't solved the misunderstanding yet. Corberto must think I fought Bermelia and died.

"I lost a spare person..."

'Fran, Colbert is mistaken that I'm dead. solve my misunderstandings.'

My master isn't dead.

When Fran says so, Corberto floats a question mark for a moment, and immediately nods with an enlightened face about something.

"Oh, yeah"

"Mmm."

"As long as someone inherits the will, he won't die."

Oh, I haven't misunderstood you at all.

But before he could get Fran to correct him again, Corberto left.

"... Corberto Weird Face"

"It's the next time I see you, don't tell them right."