Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

The lodging town where Lina and the others stopped.

A stone compartment is present in the basement of that little soldier's stuffing area that is not as sturdy as it seems.

And there was a barn surrounded by an iron lattice.

It is a small lodging town.

Usually the shop is not used for very few things.

At best, the mountain of Sekiyama is enough for soldiers to go out and settle the boring rub at the tavern and let the townspeople in for a day to cool their heads.

But only today it wasn't.

Now there he is, a real rogue, and the other day, a bandit, Guster, who was captured by Lina.

After that, Lina and Dorothea, who arrived in Accommodation Town, explained to the soldiers that Guster had attacked them, that someone had instructed them to do that when they heard the story, and handed Guster over as they told them they wanted them to conduct an investigation into the relationship behind them.

In an area around here where even the emergence of bandits was hilarious, there were seldom such sinners with such intrusive circumstances and so on, soldiers who rushed to take over Guster, but the reason they thought to their shoulders was because the handed over Guster was too irresistible.

No matter how much country, about two or three times a year, the robbers and murderers appear.

And when those people are handed over to soldiers, the more they are sure to say, the more they are violent.

Even when it is not, there is strong hatred, anger and defiance in its eyes.

But it is.

There was nothing horribly in Guster's eyes that was handed over this time.

No... technically, maybe a little different.

What comes to mind in his eyes is a dream atmosphere somewhere......

"... you look like a drug patient"

One of the soldiers who once worked in the city and had been left after being hit by his boss's powerhara at the booze seat said so, remembering Phew.

Well, Guster is, after all, a criminal with a hand in bandit operations.

We were all convinced that it was not strange to do it, as much as drugs, and that was where we resolved the discomfort.

Guster was then taken straight to an underground cell and placed under strict surveillance.

If it were, robberies and bandits in this city would, to a certain extent, be handed down quickly to beheading, sentencing, etc., as soon as the crime department is clear.

To some extent, they are not treated as such if the streets are well maintained and can be sent to a city where they can be adjudicated by a judge appointed by the local lord who rules the area. But this is extremely rural.

There is once something that can be called a street, but it is almost impossible, such as safely escorting criminals, and there is not much practical benefit.

For this reason, the verdict against criminals has been delegated to the most senior of the soldiers serving in the soldier packing house, and as such, until disposition is finalized and carried out within this city.

Due to those circumstances, Guster is instantly decapitated.

But there are a lot of things about Guster.

If someone instructed me to, I needed to investigate it, and I couldn't do that right away.

And that's what causes it, and that night, the incident happens...

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"... uhh... this is..."

Guster opened his eyes slowly, in his blurred head.

Then the sight that was spreading around was the appearance of a watchful and thoughtful soldier on a stone wall, in an iron lattice, and on the other side of it.

Why am I here?

That's what I think, and when I think back in my head about what I've been doing, I understand that it has been.

He said he was paying back to the adventurers in an attempt to attack the pedestrians.

I guess that's why they're rolling in here.

Two, I was curious about the fate of my people, but it's the learning of those who do this kind of business.

I can't live anymore.

I'm the only one here, which means my people were left in those woods with serious injuries.

The woods around there are quite a few demons trekking around, and if you were to fall asleep with such a smell of blood, the demons would undoubtedly come to you first, and they would be used as bait for it.

At the very least, if they ate you after you died, they would have saved you... but it's horrible to just imagine, such as being eaten alive.

Still, I don't know why I was the only one who helped...... Speaking of which, you sound like a leader, I remember hearing voices say something like that.

I mean, you did that to listen to yourself...

I see, that helped, didn't it?

If you keep going anyway, you must be on death row.

zero, such as the possibility of any other verdict.

Because banditry is such a serious sin.

In some cases, heavy labor for life in mines, etc., because it can be...... then you might as well die.

Whatever it is, can't you just live and be eaten by demons like your people...

Yeah, but you're hungry.

I want something to eat......

"... hey, hey!

I'll call on the soldiers outside the iron lattice.

It may be futile, but you will die anyway.

Whatever.

"... what?

The soldier looked back with a strange look, so Guster tilted his neck.

I would have imagined a frustrating face or one that looked uncomfortable, but it's like looking at something funny.

... Is my face that weird?

Exactly a bandit, such a bearded surface.

So it's not as nagging as I think it is the second one, but it shouldn't even be that odd a face...

Though, I appreciate you turning around.

Guster continues.

"... I'm hungry. Can you give me some food... and some water?"

"... you seem to be getting your head straight. Well, I have to talk to you, and that's fine. Here."

With that said, the soldier took the bread and water that seemed firm from the desk that was beside him, and gave it to him from the gap in the iron lattice.

I didn't even think for a second that I might be able to get away with it if I captured it and took the key, but I just left here. Perhaps, this place is underground.

He'll be up there. The other soldiers will catch him and it'll be over.

I didn't feel like doing anything for nothing.

"I'm sorry..."

Receive, drink and eat honestly.

If you keep up your strength, you might have some chance one of these days.

Even mine labor... well, it's better than dying.

I can't change my mind on boulders anymore, but I thought I'd live to the point where I could live.

And after eating for a while, leaning against the stone walls of the barn, wasting his strength...

'... you... up!

'Back off!... Damn... whoops...!

I heard a scream.

It's from up there.

The soldier watching in front of the barn also ran upwards, wondering about it, but never returned.

There was a noise coming down the stairs after a while.

Someone's coming here.

You came to help yourself...?

No, there can't even be someone like that...

That's what I thought, waiting nervously, it was an unexpected person who showed up.

"... hey. Looking good."

That was the man who made the request to Guster.

There's another one in the back, someone.

From where I have my wand, I guess I'm a magician.

"What the hell... what are you doing here? We failed. Now... Oh, mouth seal?

I thought of it and thought it didn't come with it anywhere at all.

In other words, they were being watched.

But the man leaned his neck slightly,

"... well, that's one purpose in a way. I can't wait to be talked about so much, I came here before that... but I'm not trying to kill you anything. I need you to do another good job. [M] As long as you do that, you can let him escape to a land where no one can find him. Rewards are coming out again..."

And I said something unexpected.

"Not bad, but you don't even know what I can do, do you? That adventurer, he had quite a bit of arm on him... what the heck, all six of them got hit."

"But are you just an iron adventurer? This guy was watching, but that adventurer seems pretty good at night. By contrast, you said you were close to the whole hips on that point... I mean, I guess you had that kind of magic prop. If you attacked him during the day, he would have been able to defeat him without difficulty."

Apparently, the sorcerer behind the man watched the battle itself.

Indeed, that woman adventurer moved freely through the darkness at night, hunting the gusters.

So I also feel comfortable if they say that's what it is... uncomfortable.

But Guster stopped talking about it.

Why, because if you say that, you might not let me out of here.

"Well, I get the story... then let me try one last time, let me... anyway, just wait to die..."

"Oh, I appreciate that. So..."

The man takes the key bundle out of his nose, tries it a few times and grabs the keys to the locker.

Shit, and the door opened, and Guster was free.

"... what about the soldiers up there?

"It's night. There were only three of them, including a lookout here. They're all asleep now."

"Did the sorcerer there do it?

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about... whatever, I don't need to stay here long. Let's go."

And the Gusters quickly followed the soldier pack and left town as well.