Survival in Another World With My Master

"We are not thieves. It is a liberation army that operates to free all tribes ruled and oppressed by the Holy King. So I will not kill you who are not members of the Holy King's army, nor will I unilaterally rob you of your load. I hope you understand that first."

Mertie only vaguely explains our position to the head of the Pence Chamber of Commerce - the fat grandmother who passed out earlier. The three people in the negotiating table are the fat old lady, Merty, and Danang.

Sylphie is in a royal position, so it seems problematic to attend such negotiations with a merchant. Therefore, I should be watching the situation a little further away.

Me? Actually, I'm at the negotiating table, too. Because he looks like a normal person. They took off the collar of the slave and put him in this seat because he might be able to relieve the other party of any tension.

"Ah, um... but this shipment we're carrying is supplies to the fort up ahead..."

"Yes, I understand. It's a fortress on the realm border, right? It's already occupied by us, so we don't have anywhere else to go with this load."

"Ha...!?

"Can't you believe it? But above all, it proves that we're here."

Our position is a few hours' walk from the fort. If the fortress's Holy King's Army were alive, we wouldn't be able to relax in a place like this? That's what Merty says.

"You can't be convinced if you don't see it with your own eyes. Yeah, I know. You don't have to worry, because you'll see it carefully. Rather, it's your load now."

"Hah, hah..."

The merchant's uncle is so confused that he's almost a gavel hitter. Well, that's right. That's what happens when I'm your uncle. I mean, Danang, who looks like a mess, is sitting right in front of me, surrounded by 400 soldiers.

It would be impossible to maintain a decent state of mind. At least not if I'm in my old man's position.

"Unfortunately, we don't have much money in circulation under the rule of the Holy King. That's why I want to pay you here."

That said, Merti put a small cloth bag on the desk, opened his mouth and smashed the contents on the table. In time, a hard sound will be heard from the hiccups.

"It's a gem polished by black forest elves. How's it going?

"Hmm, can I... see this for my hand?

"Yes, please."

The merchant's uncle took a handkerchief-like cloth out of his pocket and began to gaze at a large red jewel in a small way for his hand.

This polished gem was commissioned by an elf jeweler to polish it. The price is the stone of a jewel. I polished the jewelry with joy. Yes, it is.

"Isn't it a good product?

"Yeah, that's right. Yes, it's a good product."

Then they started to fight the bees. It seems that the merchant's uncle has regained his pace by negotiating.

"That's all."

"That's too cheap for a boulder. That's it."

"That would be too cheap for a boulder. It's an elf. That's it."

"It is true that this gem is of good quality and workmanship, but there is no evidence that it is an elf product. That's it."

"Every gem would be the same. You have no doubt where we're from, do you? If so, the origin of this item is obvious. That's about it. I don't know if you're too greedy. That's the deal."

"Uuu... I see."

In the end, it seemed like Merty had run out. Is the price of the five carriages worth of supplies a fair price for the eight polished elf jewels? I have no idea.

"Where should I take this luggage?

"Yes, we're heading west to the border fort."

"Yes"

"Please carry it that far. I want you to come with me."

"... eh?

"I'll bounce the fare."

Merty adds a gem to the hand of the frozen merchant's uncle. Wow, it's a great deal to get gems just for shipping! We're heading to the battlefield!

"Ah, ahh... I see, you're already in control of the west fort, right?

The merchant's uncle laughs when he says that even though he looks pale.

"No? I'm going to take it down."

"Ah, well, we..."

"You're coming with me, right?

Smile and Merty laughs. Kowai! I feel a strong will to kill if I refuse here!

Ah, the merchant's uncle's face passed through the pale blue and turned dirty... I glanced at his colleagues and the guards, but they all had desperate expressions. That's right, even if I were you.

"Don't worry. I will take care not to involve you in battle."

I say that with a smile, but I think it would be fatal for them to stand on the battlefield with us. That would be the only problem if the Holy King's army saw us, and it would be totally out of control to see us bring supplies in after we took control of the fort. It's very likely to be hostile.

"It was the Pence Chamber of Commerce, right? I'm counting on you. Let's be happy together...."

Nhh... and Merty smiled at me.

"I mean, what happened?

"I think it means I'll never miss it."

Nh, that's what I mean.

After we finished the negotiations and started marching again, we made a little distance and camped. The meadow by the street is lined up, and it is dinner time. Today's meal consists of vegetables brought by the merchants I met during the day and wheat porridge made from the meat of gizzards I secretly served so that they wouldn't find me.

They had plenty of salt, so there was plenty of salt in them. It's delicious. The merchants and their guards eat the same thing, but it's like a funeral mood over there. That's right. Mm-hmm.

I think Merti will serve alcohol later, so you should forget about the pain of drinking today.

"I think they're going to use the Pence Chamber of Commerce as a stepping stone to make noise about our power."

"Nh. And I'm going to involve the Pence Chamber of Commerce in using it."

"The merchant must have a lot of connections, and he seems to have a good ear."

I wonder if Merti is targeting the Pence Chamber of Commerce's connections and information networks. Today, the uncle who was negotiating with Merti was in charge of the Millene branch of the Pence Chamber of Commerce in Millene's city... that is, the section chief, assistant chief, or middle-management in the field chief class.

Using him as a stepping stone, Merty is trying to get into the Pence Chamber of Commerce.

"What is the size of the Pence Chamber?

"I don't know. But I don't think the chamber of commerce that delivers supplies to the army is a weak little chamber of commerce."

I see. Normally the most powerful chambers of commerce in the area will be used. "

Sylphie nods at Isla's opinion.

I see. Well, at the time there was a branch across the city, there was certainly a big chamber of commerce there. Even in Japan, I felt that stores with branches in several cities had momentum, and even if the world changed, it wouldn't change that much.

"Well, if you leave it to Merty, it'll work."

"Is that okay, Sylvie?"

"It's the right material, Koske. I can't conspire either, but I don't want to fight Merti."

"Nh, the best thing to do is leave it to me."

That's true, too.

I decided not to think too deeply about this matter. I think a snake will come out if I poke it badly. And that snake is not a poisonous snake, but it feels like a big snake that might swallow me all. Yeah, let's stay out of this. Kuwabara Kuwabara.

After meeting with Miguel and the Pence Chamber of Commerce on the first day, there was no particular trouble with the western fort... we turned the first one into Fort Alpha, so we turned it into Fort Beta. We were able to reach Fort Beta.

Miguel and the others gradually turned pale as they approached Fort Beta, but when they reached the tip of their eyes and noses, their complexion returned to normal. Her expression is also somewhat calm. I wonder if it opened up enlightenment. Or has it been reopened? Maybe he got used to acting with us for three days.

So this is not a night battle, but a frontal push?

"We have to show them our power."

Looking ahead at the crossbow soldiers fighting the enemies on the defensive wall of Fort Beta, Merti, who was also watching the fighting, replied with a relaxed voice. By the way, next to that, the uncle in the middle management of the Pence Chamber of Commerce blushes his face and shivers like a puppy.

Fort Beta has about 200 guards. Our strength against us is about 400. Their defense in a fortress is usually more advantageous if it's about twice the difference in combat power...

"Unilateral."

I see.

A fairly strong wind kept blowing from behind us. Due to this wind, the enemy's arrows do not reach, and the bolts released from our crossbow fly fast. The hit rate seems to be dropping to a boulder.

Is this spiritual magic too?

"That's right. Pretty good, huh?

Looks like Sylphie is good at it. This wind blowing from behind us is triggered by Sylvie's Spirit Magic. The spiritual power of the wind is said to be strong in the plains around here, and Sylphie said that it can be blown all day long. Spirit magic is amazing.

"Hiding."

"Well, if we don't get an attack, we will."

If I get shot unilaterally from the outrange, I'll stop fighting and focus on defense. I just don't like that.

Harpy and the others are flying from behind us on the left, and under the influence of Sylphie's wind, they are flying up into the sky at an incredible speed. And drop the bomb. A loud sound like lightning struck, and the barriers and gates were half-breaked.

"A little off target?

"Isn't that the wind? Here, the second shot will fall."

"Ahhh... God."

Mr. Harpy and the others confirmed the impact position with the first shot, corrected it with the second shot, and destroyed the castle gate completely. How do the Pence Chamber of Commerce people other than this uncle, who is positioned on the right rear of the team, feel about this battle... or are they seeing a one-sided ravage?

"The Holy King's Army is fragile without magicians."

"The Wizard Troop is the Son of the Tiger of the Holy King's Army. It is unlikely to be located in the rear country."

"Doesn't that mean zero at all?

"Nh, if it's arranged, it's King's City, or the northeast near the Holy King's Land."

"I hear from time to time that the Sorcerer's Corps of the Holy King's Army is so strong?

To be honest, I've hardly ever seen magic itself, so even though it's called the Tiger Son's Wizard Troop, it doesn't really come close.

"I hear that the strength of each magician in the Holy Kingdom is not great, but the powerful magic of singing the same magic in multiple people seems troublesome."

"Nh, yeah. Each person has less than a third of my magic. I can handle up to five people."

I see?

"But if ten people use chorus magic, my magic barrier will be broken and I will be defeated. This attack can't be defeated by the magic barrier over there."

"I mean, the more numbers, the more vicious they are."

"Nh. The more 50, 100, 200 this is, the more powerful it becomes. And from among the mighty magic barriers, they strike a wide range of devastating magic."

"It's a moving fortress."

"Moving fortress. I can see which one is stronger than mine."

If it's a moving fortress, I'm a moving fortress. They won't pull with their defensive abilities.

While I was talking about it, the war was gradually leaning in our favor. Our elite forces entered Fort Beta, which was temporarily defensively disabled by the bombardment of the Wall and the Castle Gate.

The Interceptor Arrows were barely fired, and Fort Beta allowed 200 elite intruders. Shortly after the shooting of an arrow, he was unilaterally torn apart and struck by a bomb. For a while, the sound of metal collisions, anger, and screams continued to resonate. Eventually, it's over, and the voice rises.

And the flag of the kingdom of Merinard... was completely destroyed, so it was raised on the barrier.

Did you win this time, too?

"Nh, just right."

Silfi murmured with emotion, and Aila nodded with a natural face. Next to that, I felt like I couldn't say anything. A lot of people died today from a bomb I made. Silfi and the others seem to be more proud, but I sometimes think of myself as being educated to respect peace as a matter of course in Japan.

Nevertheless, living and dead are the norm on the battlefield. I've been trying to figure out that the Liberation Army soldiers didn't die recently because of the weapons I made. I'm sorry about the soldiers in the Holy King's Army.

"Once we're done cleaning, we'll go inside. Prepare yourself for Koske."

Oh.

Because it may be called Voyage again. Understood, uncle of the Chamber of Commerce and try not to tremble forever, Hora.