Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

The Dwarves in battle scattered from the demons of the ants to where they were being attacked.

Then there seemed to be no Dwarves here who would not fight, and only the side of King Rockwell remained.

"Keffin, pull me up as soon as you're in danger. From there, we'll work out another operation."

When I drop off the scattered dwarf, I start giving instructions.

"Ha."

I'll give the two of you the lights just in case.

"Always obey the instructions of the slaves. Otherwise, you're going into an ant's nest alone."

"Hey, can you give us a weapon, too?

"You can't bare your hands on a boulder."

Two men from among the slaves, raised their voices.

"What's your name?

"Mapolo."

"I'm Jablon."

I checked the contents of their declarations, but there was not a single word about weapons or anything other than magical aptitude.

"You don't need a weapon if the main thing is magic, do you? Besides, these two are more competent than you think. If you don't even think about stupid things, you'll come home properly" I told them to tell you.

"Let's go, Nyan."

"Dear Luciel, don't take any trouble."

That's what Ketty and Keffin said and walked out, as did the slaves.

"Remember, your future depends on those two reports."

When I told him that, all of a sudden, everyone's movements became active, passing where the Lionels were fighting.

"Lionel, King Rockwell is waiting for you."

When I say that, you two look bored, burying your enemies staring into the cave where Ketty and the others disappeared.

This is how we were supposed to leave a message here as our home base.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen near King Rockwell, what happened to the non-combat residents?

"... in the residence of the king"

"Then bring me"

"What are you going to do!

King Rockwell's neighbors are staring at each other as they say they are not in combat positions.

"I'll have you help me cook. It's stressful when you're hungry."

When I laugh and answer, I throw words at the slightly detoxified side, once again as Mr. Grand persuades me.

"Lord Luciel is basically sweet. But lately, I've been able to be a little harsh on hostile things. Don't be bad."

"... if that's what Grand says."

Several of the nearby walked out toward the king's abode.

"... have you been appealed to anything since just now?

I smiled and spoke to Mr. Grand as he took the delicious place.

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to let anyone know I'm disappointed and that the Dwarves have this much authority."

Mr. Grand answered blindly.

"... I knew you had authority. I just don't know what the letter is about, and you can't help but think it was conspired given King Rockwell's attitude and what happened there, can you?

"... I knew the king had a son, but I didn't know it was that dark."

I guess Mr. Grand really didn't know. I will continue to talk with the implication of restraint if the attitude of the Dwarves, including King Rockwell, improves at all.

"If Keffin had really moved, he'd be dead, except King Rockwell, wouldn't he? Well, there's no way Keffin would have pulled a knife."

"... you trust me"

Stuck for a moment in my words, Mr. Grand told me so and meditated his eyes.

The look on that Mr. Grand's lost face was somewhere painful.

So I honestly told Mr. Grand how I felt about Lionel, Ketty, and Keffin.

"Neither does Keffin, but neither Lionel nor Ketty think they have a zero chance of turning to the enemy. Still, if they hadn't been here, I think I'd already be dead. They think I'm the benefactor of my life, and vice versa, and I'm the benefactor of my life."

"Was it? But normally you would want liberation from slavery... why would they try to stay in slavery?

Mr. Grand, who opened his eyes again, had a serious look on his face, so he decided to answer firmly.

"I can guess, but I didn't ask. I don't think I'll ever hear that again."

"... you don't think I want to hear it?

"I don't think so. If you want me to ask you something, I'll ask you, and we'll worry about it together. But that's all."

"... why?

"I don't think being able to talk is because I haven't been able to handle myself. So I'll be on whenever I want to talk to you, and I'm going to do that as soon as you tell me you want to rescind the slave contract. As long as my life isn't in imminent danger, I can make terms," I laughed as I said.

"Don't you regret it?" Mr. Grand has asked with a strange face.

"Aren't you going to. But after you hit the wall, it's a real battle. Because there's no one who can do anything right, and I'm a normal person. And even Sir Leinster regrets his failure."

"It's a lot stronger in a few years."

Mr. Grand narrowed his eyes and nodded.

I was a little happy to hear the words.

People fail no matter what kind of cheat they seemed capable of.

Do you really have a choice between giving up or getting over when you suddenly have a big wall in front of you?

Whether you want to change your mind and break the wall or figure out how to walk beside it, I think that's the most important thing.

Even if you are losing at initial and running costs when you compete with a major company, instead of thinking of it as a price battle, sometimes you can compete if you can make other suggestions that were in your needs.

If you are in sales, if you can research the product knowledge, what the customer wants most, and make suggestions properly, you can also reverse it even if it is a little expensive.

Of course, it's also true that there's no way everything works out.

But if I give up everything, that's where it ends.

"If you regret it, it can take a long time to get back on your feet. Still, time flies, so every day I go a little further on what I can do"

"... it may be time for us Dwarves to push forward."

Mr. Grand's whining voice didn't reach me.

Five of the healers who had let such a conversation break into sight.

They're all freaking out, but it didn't take long to understand that it was because they were in a dim hole. Normally healers don't go where demons appear. And a dim cave. I reminded the healer that he was mentally tough.

Watching the five of them reminds me of the days I was desperately trained by instructor Brodo, and I want to compliment myself.

Even if we could start this life over again, we would do the same in the city of Melatoni... hey, I almost got caught up in a whirlpool of thought.

"So can the five healers introduce themselves for once? Oh, shall I introduce myself before then? I'm Luciel, an S-class healer, back from the Yenis branch to church headquarters."

My introduction doesn't surprise me.

I'm sure what I know taught you.

"Then from me, my name is Merid, and I belonged to the former Kingdom of Ruburg Plasta, healer"

"I also belonged to the former Kingdom of Ruburg, Plasta. My name is Healer Fans."

"My name is Narat and I belong to the Illimasian Empire Deresudo"

"Likewise, my name is Norman and I belong to the Illimasian Empire Deresudo"

"This is Estia, affiliated with Eviza, the republican state of St. Shroud."

"I'm sorry, but there's something wrong, so let me talk to you in line with the ranks. Can you guys use area barriers?

"Yes."

"Not Available"

"Then the four of you split into ni groups, and come back where the Dwarves are gathered, when you are about to run out of magic by chanting an area barrier"

"Um, isn't recovery better?

"That's actually better. But if you have a low level, you will still be able to use magic less often, so raise your level."

"Does that raise the level?

The four of them look surprised, but I decided to affirm it.

"I think it goes up. Because I have had several experiences. It's just something that's affected by your magic skills, so take it seriously."

"Yes."

When they made a pair with the same affiliation, they headed to a separate place.

"Well, aren't you a healer?

I spoke to the rest of Estea and she nodded quietly and opened her mouth.

"I'm a Spirit Magic Swordsman."

"Spirit Magic Swordsman?

"Yes, I don't know about the others, but JOB does"

"... you mean to use spiritual magic?

"Heh heh, yes. Spirit magic is about people who have nine attributes: light, fire, water, earth, wind, darkness, thunder, ice, tree, and ask the Spirit to use magic as a consideration."

Is that the Spirit version of the Magic Swordsman? If Sir Leinster is the same thing, could this woman be strong too?

The War Maiden Saints, Ketty, and Nahlia are stronger categories than me too...

"... So, what can you do?

"You can use a little magic of healing, aiding, attacking, jamming with swords and shields"

"... why did you become a slave?

"I shopped, then tried to eat at the rice store, and they put me in a slaver's carriage"

You're a totally illegal slave... but what kind of store serves sleeping pills? I was uncomfortable with the question and the term rice restaurant.

"... a rice store?

"Uh, I'm about to serve you a meal"

"It's a dining room... how long can we fight?

No way reincarnator...... no, I also feel like I'm leaping too far, but I decided to be careful not to say anything far-fetched.

"Probably the best of slaves?

"... right"

I decided to give Estia the sword and shield of the holy silver.

"Swear to God and the Spirit, and declare and receive that you will participate in the battle to the detriment of me, my followers and the Dwarves"

"... I swear"

"For a while, ask for my escort."

"What? You're not going into the nest of ants?

"If you go into a cave now, you get attacked if you do poorly. Then it would be more efficient to prepare breaks and meals for everyone."

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Estea turned away.

I saw it and guessed, but the dwarves came back to the king's residence when I tried to give him a job that you or so would be able to handle with the sparkle of washing vegetables.

It also took Dwarf women and children who were not in combat positions.

The group brought me a meal, so there was a big pot, etc.

"Thank you for coming. I will sit down. The battle is taking place nearby, but we will do our utmost to ensure that there is no danger to you. As a testament to that, I'm putting a defensive line on you."

I declared that I would hang an area barrier to make it a little more comfortable before expanding the area barrier.

At first, the Dwarves had a confused look on their face, but they began to sneeze as soon as there was no pain in the hands, face, etc.

"You guys are good to shake, but get your meals ready."

Immediately King Rockwell said something, and the Dwarves moved out, and I waited for Ketty and Keffins to return as I helped them.