I'll take the food to them right in front of me, over the counter.
At the same time, I cut the mouth fire.
"Just one thing, can I do you a favor?
The four of them in front of me are people who used to tell me old stories.
There has been some interaction with them since then.
That's why I decided to ask them to do this job with confidence.
"Well, that sounds pretty funny."
"How's your salary?
"Oh, I have no problem with that. The state will help us."
"Country!? That's another super big job!
The four of them groan.
Naturally. This job must be an even more important position than mine, so I'm gonna butt in.
But they nodded after a little thought.
"Fine. For Lazareth's sake. Let's do it!
They talk to me, they say something similar.
"... thanks"
I bowed my head to them like that.
――――
I kept writing (d) books in Peswen's study where Gazelle invited me.
The content is a true description of history, without any lies or falsehoods.
And the other book is about the elucidation of the principle of how magic is done.
Both have been my involvement, but I haven't been able to write too many sentences, so I really eat my time.
But you can't break a brush.
This is one of the terms of cooperation that was sent to Gazelle.
And the other is that I serve this country and devote my whole life.
Both, to do what I had to do, I felt cheap.
"... ugh"
I breathe and give my eyes a break.
And keep writing about it again.
In a quiet study, the running sound of the pen keeps ringing.
That's when I got my hands on my shoulder.
Turning around, there was a blonde young man in armor there, not so old as me, smiling and looking at this one.
"Yo. How's it going, Doctor, how's it going?
"... what about you?
"Me? Yeah, I'm a soldier named Leonard. You're also the first person to see the completion of a century of books."
"Don't be a teacher. Lazareth and you can call me that."
"Ha, well. So, what do you say? Is it going to be over?
"It's about time."
In fact, the magician is almost finished writing and embarking on the history one.
They're both about tens of thousands of characters long, but Gazelle said it doesn't matter.
Still, it was too late for me to crush it for two days.
He said he decided to write and so on.
"... All right"
I put my pen down and read a bunch of paper for two books.
Both, facts are pale spelled out in naive sentences.
I gave those two books to the young man.
"If you don't mind, will you call me?
"Me? I can't. I can't read."
"... Really?
"Oh. But I'm sure you'll be fine, huh? It's a book that Lazareth wrote so seriously."
"... oh. Thanks."
He didn't hesitate at all to say that, laughing at me.
I was shoved in the back by his smile like that, and with a bunch of paper that seemed like a fuss and a smile, I headed under the gazelle.
――――
That night I was walking the night Isel in a hooded robe.
Wearing a hood deep, sometimes at night, I was able to enter the country without being particularly blamed.
I never thought I'd go to the northeast of Isel before.
I made a mistake with the men with a few humble expressions on the road, but that's where I said I was headed.
A round fat man has a slave of a big man or a slave of a young woman.
You seem to be talking about something, but I don't even want to hear it.
I walked for a while, and I got to a place where the men were screwing up.
So when they wait in line for a few minutes or so, they are surrounded by a few men and go inside.
Among them, it seemed... terrible.
Doors for entering individual rooms on walls made of stone.
And through the gap in that door, the girl's screams were leaking.
I can clearly feel the temperature now, which was originally low, cutting even cooler.
But you can't put that on your face.
One man talked to me, thinking about what to do in silence for a while.
He's a tall, niggered guy with teeth.
"Sir, could this be your first time here?
"Oh, right. I heard that if you come here, you'll meet the guys who have no problem killing you."
"Yeah. Yeah. That would be great. All the slaves here are submissive, and if your husband pulls out his sword, he will gladly offer himself his neck."
"Right. Kuk, I heard good things about it"
I drain my sword.
Seeing it, is he somewhat upset in front of you, his voice trembling?
"Husband, it's still too early to get that out. This is a hallway where there are still guests around. I know how it feels to deviate..."
"If you go through the sword, will you offer yourself a neck?
That's what I said, flash.
The sword muscle held a firm view of his carotid artery.
After a lot of silence, the men around them start screaming out of fear.
I watched their faces like that with cold eyes.
"... after a moment, you didn't hear me. Well, isn't there anyone else who can make me hear you?
"Shit! Bastards, it's time!
Along with the voice of one man, more than one big man appears.
Everyone of them was armed and they were holding me straight in sight.
And he came at me with an anger, but none of it felt very quickly, and it felt easy to do so.
But I don't have much time to play with them. I immediately switched my dagger backwards and scratched his throat as it was.
Did they notice that too when they saw it, one after the other they escaped.
Only the man to blame for that was left in this place.
Just leave the voice of the snort in this place.
"... nice night, shopkeeper? Kuk, I can't believe I'm hearing such a good, pure scream."
"No, don't! What the hell is the purpose! Gold or gold..."
"I don't need it. This is what I do with charity."
With that word, my dagger is swung down.
A mutilated demon rang in the room, as well as being surrounded by silence.
The gray walls are stained with blood.
There was nobody in this place but them anymore, even though they just killed two people.
I open a door nearby to help a girl tied to handcuffs and chains.
Most of its body was covered in blue bruises, so painful to watch.
"... eh. Wait a minute."
I freeze the chains and crush them with my grip.
The cuffs were too thick to break even with my arm strength.
The girl sees it and talks something over this way.
It was the language of my world.
"... Are you a witch?
"Oh, a witch. He was also described as a wise man."
"You, wise man...?
For a while she looks up at my face and starts squeaking at me like that.
... Oh, I did. According to Merchiades, the witch almost crossed into this world looking for me.
When I do, I can be considered an indirect cause of what happened to them.
That's why......
"I'm here to help. Take all the slaves here and leave this country."
That's what I said, get up and pull her hand.
The hand was too thin, almost exclusively skinned and boned.
"These guys are probably... Still, I'm the one who did this to you. If you resent me, if you hate me, you can do whatever you want."
"I don't resent you."
"... Huh?
"I don't resent the wise men who came to help me."
That's what the girl says and looks straight at this one.
I could not feel any lies or falsehoods in those eyes.
But every time she shoots me straight in the eye, she's about to crush my heart with guilt.
"... let's go"
I swung through the idea and went to the back.