Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

"Hey, Wood!

Soldiers pulling empty cars came from the front toward Woodbell pulling cars toward the fence.

Soldiers apart from those who broke up in the ammunition depot earlier.

"I was surprised to hear from the wrong guy, but you're really turning me around!

"Ah, I can't fix my wrist... wow!?

"Ohhhh!?

Woodbell flutters and hits the wheels of his own truck on a soldier's wagon.

The impact caused some of the crates loaded on the truck to fall to the ground and smash the contents.

The lid of the wooden box fell off and several cloth bags full of gunpowder jumped out onto the ground.

Some of the fabric bags have been subdivided for loading and are described as for 000 meters in this world language.

The meters are unused units in our world, but the gunners were instructed by Valletta because they also needed to be calculated in a military compass.

Soldiers and Woodbell fell in the wagon.

"No, stay... what are you doing? You idiot!

"Sorry! Are you hurt?!

"Just pick it up!

They hurried back to the crate after they fell to the ground.

In the meantime, the gunfire of the cannon, the explosion of the flamethrower, and the explosion of the hand-thrown bomb are intermittently heard from the target.

"Hey, it looks like the front line is going to be amazing, but what's the status of the war?

Woodbell picks up the cloth bag and talks to the soldier.

"It's already a mess."

Soldiers desperately pick up cloth bags and sweat from their jaws to answer.

"The approaching enemy infantry is rarely hit by cannons, catapults, and scorpions. Moreover, immediately after that, all our infantry, who were in the defensive position, jumped out and launched an all-out offensive. Enemies and allies alike."

"Seriously? Are you pushing me?

"Probably. Dozens of enemy soldiers were on fire, and there was a lot of screaming everywhere."

"Ugh, if you're going to die with an arrow or a sword, I definitely don't want to burn you to death..."

Woodbell squats on the spot holding his wrist.

"What's wrong?

"Now that I've twisted my painful wrist... I'm sorry, can you do me a favor?

Woodbell sees a loaded wagon in a wooden box.

"Fuck you... well, I'll take this with me, so you can help me with the captain. If it's an empty truck, you can carry it, right?

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"That's fine. Have a drink later!

The soldiers pulled Woodbell's wagon and ran to the fence.

Woodbell drops it off and sighs.

"... now, shall we go?"

With the empty truck intact, Woodbell ran out.

As the crowd of soldiers and servants panicked, they went straight to the stables.

"... that guy"

Watch the roofs of houses lined up as you run.

But as soon as he turned his gaze back, Woodbell kept running.

After running for a few minutes, he reached the stables and ran to one of the stables where several people were sitting.

"Porso!"

"Ah, Mr. Wood!

A young man called Porso looks at Woodbell nervously.

Under Woodbell, who was a stable-keeper, Woodbell made a little face from day to day, chatting, drinking meals, and deepening his relationship.

The same goes for the other stables, and Woodbell and the labourers are very close.

"Deployment order!?

"Yes, I'm ordering you to go now. One head, please."

Yes!

Porso nods, removes a rat from the horse and brings it under the wooden bell.

"Mr. Wood, are you okay with your arm?

Porso says, pulling the strings and walking the rat in front of Woodbell.

"Oh, I don't know. I can't swing a spear or a sword."

"I see... but that's how you relocated the heavily armed infantry to the scourge, right? I'm glad you said that."

"Ha ha ha. Well, yeah. You might not have to die of reproach."

Woodbell rests on his leg and crosses the rat.

"Mr. Wood, please don't push me. If you die, you'll be nothing."

Porso turned his worried eyes towards Woodbell.

Woodbell smiled brightly at Porso.

"It's okay. Just go away and come back."

"Mr. Wood, now we're going to drink to Mr. Wood!

"Please come back alive! Absolutely!

Other stables nearby call Woodbell loudly.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it! Bye!"

Woodbell kicks rats in the stomach and makes them run.

He glanced backwards diagonally as he ran the rat toward the west gate at a glance.

"... really? What's going on with him?"

Woodbell frowned and kept running.

Then he ran for a while and came before the Naruto Hall.

Down the rat, open the heavy wooden door and enter.

The door was closed and slightly advanced to the center.

The stone Narrowhal is quiet, and the bursts and screams from the outside sound fairly small.

Woodbell stopped and looked up at the window on his right.

"So? Why are you following me all the time?

Woodbell talks to the tall window.

Behind the moonlight was a small shadow overlooking Woodbell.

"Whoa, whoa. It's such a mess. That's not something a kid can have. Throw it away and come down."

……

The man in the window, Colts, stared at Woodbell, but jumped out of the window.

With a light step, you descend onto a stone floor.

He had a sheath with a dagger in his hand, where he stole it from.

"Wow, you're amazing how easy it is to jump off such a high place. I followed Rata on the roof earlier..."

"Why?"

Corz blocked his words and Woodbell shut his mouth.

"Why did you steal the powder bag?

Colts looks straight at Woodbell with crying eyes.

Woodbell looked at Colts in trouble.

"Huh? I didn't steal anything like that."

"Don't lie to me. You crashed and fell on purpose, didn't you? That's when I picked up the cloth bag and put it in my pocket, and I saw it."

……

"Give it back. I won't tell anyone."

"Hmm...."

Woodbell scratches his head.

"Well, I don't know what you're mistaken for, but I'm not doing anything. Don't look at me like that."

"Well, let's see what's in your left pants pocket."

"Um... that's why I..."

"People in this country don't call this the Skeleton Hill."

Colts blocks Woodbell's words with a sharp expression.

"Mr. Wood, you said when you came down here looking for me, right?" I used to say it was a wreckage hill. "No one in this country calls you that. This is Hero's Hill. That's what all my villagers and Istrian soldiers called it."

"... well, since there were bodies all over this place in the previous battle, it's not strange to be called that. I just got caught talking to other people."

I see. Besides, Melfi's sister had a radio, but that was stolen from Nina's room, right?

……

"After talking to Wood and the others in the dining room, I followed Melfi's sister. Then Melfi and Nina went into her room. And then..."

"That's why I made a mistake."

Woodbell smiles bitterly.

"You look like a thief. It's a terrible lie."

"But then, why did you let Melfi steal the radio? Melfi, you're not a radio operator! Why did you put a powder bag in your pocket?

"I didn't let Melfi do that, and I didn't steal any gunpowder. If you're so suspicious, check my pockets. There's nothing in there."

……

"Look, I'm busy too. Hurry up."

Woodbell hurried me and Colts walked up to him with a sharp expression.

As Corz approached him a metre away, he suddenly ran a cold all over his body and bounced backwards reflectively.

With the sound of a twitch, a burning pain runs through Corz's nose.

Woodbell was holding a sword he had swung out and looked at Corz in surprise.

"Wow!? Normally, do you avoid it now? You're amazing."

Walk slowly to Corz, saying Woodbell was impressed.

Colts drips blood from the head of his nose and falls back with trembling feet.

Tears seep from the fierce pain that runs through the nose bones and the pain that tightens your chest.

"Ah, wood-san...."

"Damn, it's hard. I can't believe this kid noticed me."

Woodbell talks to Colts as he moves forward.

Colts looked back at him.

Woodbell's expression was as warm as usual, but his eyes weren't smiling at all.

"Here, hold still. I'll finish you off with one shot, thanks to my friend."

"Mr. Wood!

As Colts shouted, Woodbell stepped in and waved his sword sideways.

Corz jumps straight to the side to avoid it and rolls down the floor.

"Ahhh, I'm sorry. He wants me dead. Take this and I'll be rich."

Woodbell slaps his left pants pocket.

"Ah, why!

Colts crawled back and shouted to Woodbell.

"Why are you doing this!? Me, Shea, and Melfi got along so well!

"I said that because this is my job."

Woodbell scratches his head.

"Narsson is so tightly guarded that she can't get close, and the barretta woman feels terrible, so it seems impossible to round it up. I couldn't steal anything I could talk to from a distant guy. After all, you didn't tell me anything. It's a sub-task, but this will pay you well."

"... I knew it."

Corz is lying.

The blood flowing from my nose passed through my chin and fell on the stone floor.

"It's terrible... it was all to trick me that you said you wanted to contact Mom and Dad."

"Of course. Besides, what's in it for me?"

Whenever Woodbell took a meal to the underground Narrow Hall where Corz was hiding, he was trying to find out about the radio.

Koltz said, "I don't know, I don't know."

I don't know how to use it in detail, but I doubted Woodbell and didn't answer anything.

"Didn't you... marry Melfi's sister?

"Wow, did you even ask that? You've been following me the whole time?

Woodbell says it looks troublesome.

"Well, Melfi's feeling better over there. Because my boyfriend tells me it's a trick to steal easily. I'm a pass."

……

"Damn, I thought you were a kid, so I took a sweet look at you. If you're so smart, you should always behave smarter. Trouble me."

Colts stared at Woodbell and stood up.

Grasp the handle of the sword with your right hand and gently pull it out of your sheath.

I held my sword back with both hands, and I stood in the shape of both hands that a black woman taught me before.

"Hmm? What's with that old smell? Just do what I told you to do. I'll teach you a lesson."

"I don't like it."

Put a lot of effort into the hands holding the handle, and Corz ran out.

"I'm sure your sister taught me a sword for this time."

"Oneechan? Who are you talking about?

Olmasiol-san.

When Colts answered, Woodbell looked ridiculous.

"You're an idiot. There is no god in this world."

"Just because Mr. Wood doesn't know, he's really here. Master Ormasiol is real."

Colts stares at Woodbell.

"I surrender Mr. Wood. I want everyone to apologize."

"... a fucking kid. Get out of my way."

Woodbell stepped in and slashed Corz with a sword held in his right hand.

Colts took it from the front.

Sparks are scattered with the sound of gagging.

Woodbell's eyes were stunned at Cortz, who was trampling with a sword.

Colts took his left hand off the handle and reached out to Woodbell's right hand with a sword.

Woodbell jumps backwards in a hurry.

"Ahhh!

Koltz rushes after Woodbell and waves his sword from the top of the stairs.

"Gu!?

Woodbell hurried to take it with his sword at an unexpected speed.

If it was true, Woodbell was going to parry it and fight back, but it wasn't suitable for a powerful slash like a big man's swing, and his arm was pushed in.

Koltz once again released his left hand from the handle and reached for Woodbell's arm.

Woodbell leans back to avoid it and kicks with his left foot.

Colts jumped nearly two meters behind him and avoided it.

"Oh, you...."

"Surrender."

Colts shook at Woodbell with his stunned face.

"What the hell is that power? When you were practicing with me, that kind of power never existed..."

"Surrender. So apologize to everybody. I'll apologize with you so you can forgive me."

"... okay, okay. Surrender."

Woodbell sighed and threw his dagger just before him.

As Garan rolled, a silver light approached in front of him the moment Corz turned to the sword.

The next moment Corz avoided a dagger thrown reflexively, Woodbell kicked Corz in the stomach with fierce momentum.

"Fuck!?

Corz, who had eaten it with a mole in the dovetail, blew up for a few meters and rolled to the wall.

Woodbell quickly picked up the sword and rushed to Colts, who was falling down and moaning, throwing a poke.

While vomiting, Colts sticks out his sword with his back on the floor and takes it with Gary and the sword's stomach to stray.

The tip of the sword crashed into the stone floor, making a dull sound, and Woodbell quickly pulled it back.

"Damn, monster!

Woodbell held his sword back with both hands and hit Corz, who was lying on his back.

A sword raised by Corz hit it and sparks scattered.

Hold the wooden bell and press the overlapping blade over its full weight.

Little by little, a dull glowing blade approached Corz's face.

"Wood, stop..."

"Ko, no, no, no...!

Woodbell swallows his teeth and pushes his sword in.

His murderous eyes intersect with those of Corz with his trusting expression at a distance of a few centimeters.

A few millimeters later, on the verge of touching Colts' face with the blade of the sword, Colts kicked up Woodbell's stomach.

Ugh, Woodbell moans, and his strength weakens slightly.

"Ahhh!

Koltz waved his sword with his own strength.

Kuku, this unpleasant feeling is transmitted to Koltz's hand.

"Ah... shit..."

Woodbell's neck wobbled and bled, causing it to fall on Corz's face.

Woodbell let go of his sword, held his neck with both hands, and fell next to Sarashira and Koltz.

"Ho, ho, ho! Mr. Wood!"

Corz gets up and crawls to Woodbell.

Colts hurriedly pulled the sleeves of his clothes into his figure, holding down the bloody neck and rolling around.

"Mr. Wood! Hold it down! Call someone right away..."

When Corz pressed it against Woodbell's neck, there was a shock and severe pain in Corz's left arm.

Uh, Corz looks at it.

Woodbell, picking up a dagger that had fallen on the floor, was pointing the blade deep into Colts' left arms.

"Death... right... son of a bitch"

Woodbell exerts his strength and twists his dagger.

A blade that was deeply swallowed in both arms sounded like a crackling bone and bleeding from Corz's arm.

Colts looked back at Woodbell's face with a stunned face.

As soon as his hate-dyed eyes and gaze crossed, Woodbell lost power.

Then his hand fell to the floor, and the light vanished from his eyes.

"... uhh, uhh... ahh!

Corz distorts his face into a sneeze, weeping and crying.

"Why... what, Mr. Wood..."

Colts cries when he looks at Woodbell's remains.

After a few minutes, Koltz stood up softly.

Take a crawling step to the exit of the Nabondo Hall.

And as soon as I put my right hand to the door safely, I relaxed from the leg and fell down so as to reach the door.