Chapter 542 – Ep.540 Smith, a Black Company in Another World
Three days have passed since the day I learned the shocking truth that Kalm’s foolish actions were all an act.
In the meantime, Aria led the interrogators on my behalf and interrogated the bandit women day and night, and succeeded in obtaining some meaningful information in common.
What did I do?
To keep Sith active, he worked hard to make yogurt for breakfast and lunch, and in his spare time, he took turns interrogating muscle girls and vice-ministers.
Well, all I had to do was ask the same questions to two very scared people and compare their answers.
And fortunately, their answers were all the same except for very minor details.
Location and power of the Bazelan branch.
The problematic man’s facial expressions.
For reference, the man’s facial expressions were mentioned in the mouths of several thieves, so it is considered almost certain.
If there’s one thing that’s a bit disappointing, Sith and Aria said, it’s been a while since the bandits were captured here, so the branches in Bazelan and other cities may have already moved.
It wasn’t information I had worked hard to obtain, but I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that the information I had worked so hard to obtain had become useless.
Fortunately, the key character, the man’s impressions, were detailed enough to draw a montage, so she took some comfort in hearing that wanted badges would be made and distributed soon.
And now.
“Ugh, there’s no place that doesn’t hurt…”
“It’s for your own good, so you have to be patient.”
“Sssss…” … “You mean, if her sister hits her directly, she won’t say something like that?”
“Hehe, that’s what I’m saying.”
After delegating all the interrogation to Aria, I ran out of things to do, and for the first time in a while, I rolled around in bed with Kernax until late in the morning. Then, when I heard the news that Mr. Mold and the blacksmith and his party had arrived from the fortress, I took a walk and managed to pester Siran with Kernax, so I was free for the day. I’m heading to the temple with Siron, who has found time.
To tell you in advance, Nyaho went out early in the morning to discuss setting up a branch of the Black Line in Molingta with the administrator, Millia, and although she did not tell him the reason, she went to work at the guild.
It’s like going to work, but while we were away for a year, all the adventurers who remained loyal and affectionate moved to other cities, so there are currently no adventurers left in Mallingta.
Even if there were, they would only be apprenticeships for young chicks who did not receive equal pay.
Well, I’ve used Siron and Giena to educate young chicks in the past, so there’s nothing I can’t do if I want to, but I’ll be leaving for the empire with me again soon, so will it really be such a hassle?
“… Look. You idiot!!”
“Uh, huh?”
I quickly woke up from my thoughts and turned my head when I heard Siron’s voice calling me by my nickname while tightly hugging my arm that was buried between my breasts.
“My sister and I have been out together for the first time in a while. What are you thinking?”
Hehe, I’m sorry.”
I apologized to Siron, who was looking up with a dissatisfied expression on his lips and pouting, and used his two arms to support Siron and Kernax’s buttocks and embrace them.
“If this happens, there’s no point in going for a walk.”
“Do you know that you’re not being very persuasive right now?”
Siron and Kernax hugged my neck in a friendly embrace.
And Kernax chuckled at Siron’s point, which was not a point, and rested his head comfortably on my shoulder.
“But only if I can feel the affection of my husband, who has been busy recently.”
“Ugh… How dare you say such shameful things? Ugh, chicken skin is growing.”
Kernax spoke softly to Shiron, who was shaking, while rubbing both of his forearms.
“Still, I don’t intend to leave a mark by biting the back of Smith’s neck.”
“Well, that’s… !!”
Siron’s face goes mad when Kernax’s attack catches him off guard! It turns red.
“Well, that older sister…” … ? Take the laundry that the idiot left out and smell it, huh? Just, huh?”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of if a wife misses her husband’s body odor. And Smith’s body odor gives me a sense of security.”
Kernax slightly turned his head, put his nose to the back of my neck, and sniffed me cutely.
“Ugh… Gee, it’s really disgusting… !!”
“Hehe, I like you Shiron.”
“What are you saying really…”
Shiron, whose face was as red as blush, ended up rolling up my shirt and holding it tightly, burying her face in her chest. Kernax, who was watching the scene right next to him, smiled slightly and gently stroked Siron’s head.
‘Oh my god…’
I can’t believe that the theory is sinking so helplessly.
After all, mom is great.
“But Cernax?”
“Huh?”
Cernax, who was gently comforting a upset Siron, smiled and lifted her head to look up at me. Once again, Kernax’s beauty was so dazzling that I almost kissed him without realizing it.
“Well, since we have to think about hygiene too, won’t you tolerate me taking your laundry…?” … ? Instead, I will hold your shirt and give it to you.”
“Ah, hehe. Okay. “It’s an old story.”
“Previous?”
“Okay. What Siron brought up was a story about when you and I had just become lovers. Haven’t we been talking about your past for a few days? “At that time, we happened to bring up embarrassing stories with each other.”
“Ah… “You mean the one where you bought the clothes I was wearing at an auction from Mr. Bizelin?”
“That’s—”
“What? “Buy stupid clothes at auction?”
Shiron, who had been pouting, suddenly raised her head and grinned at Kernax, while Kernax, on the other hand, turned his pale cheeks rosy and secretly avoided Siron’s eyes.
“Sister? Buying stupid clothes at an auction? What are you talking about? Huh? Could it be that before they became lovers, she paid for the clothes the idiot was wearing? Huh?”
“…”
“Yep? Why? “Is there no answer?”
Wiggle.
Cernax slightly closed his eyes and could see her blood vessels slightly sprouting on his forehead.
“Hehe, you pretended it wasn’t like that, but it turned out that our guard captain was very um──”
“Shiron.”
It must have been a hot summer day, but the moment Cernax opened his mouth, she felt a chill run down her spine.
“Stop.”
“… Yes.”
As if he had gone back to the past, Siron was so discouraged by the emotionless face dripping with chills that he hid his face in my chest again.
“Smith.”
“Uh, huh?”
“My feet stopped moving.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s hot, right? “I’ll go quickly!!”
At Kernax’s cold gaze, I swallowed dry saliva and ran towards the temple, being careful not to shake as much as possible.
**
“Looking up close, it’s really big…”
“Hmm, it’s definitely big.”
Siron and Kernax looked up at the magnificent temple that had been completed with a great deal of manpower and money, and were slightly impressed.
“We decided not to accept believers for a while until the statue was completed, right? “I’ll show you around the inside today or tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow will be difficult…”
“I’ll tell Siran.”
“… Side.”
Siron conveyed his feelings in the most effective way, and I entered the temple, holding the corner of my mouth that was gently rising.
“See you ladies.”
When we opened the chapel door and entered, Bex in casual clothes came out to meet us.
“Isn’t it difficult? “If there is anything, please tell me.”
“I am so sorry.”
After briefly exchanging a few words with the two in my arms, Bex guided us to the top floor.
Wow ──
With a sound that was unfamiliar no matter how many times I heard it, the thick door split in half, giving us a way out.
“Come on in.”
Sis, who was sitting on a chair with her usual arrogant posture, gestured, and I walked over, calling the name of the light brown-skinned woman standing in front of Sis.
“Mr. Mold.”
“Mr. Smith.”
She carefully turned her body and greeted me.
I dropped off Siron and Kernax in my arms and approached Mr. Mold.
“Did anything happen while you were here?”
“Haha, unless they want to run away, no one would want to do something bad in the Filoria family’s territory. “I was even escorted by knights along the way.”
“Okay.”
Ms. Mold, who has a dwarven body and a small frame with ridiculous breasts, was wearing a short shirt that left both of her armpits clearly exposed, and like Sith had done a few days ago, she slightly opened her cleavage and found an envelope inside. He took out and showed it.
“It is sent by the lord and the lord small.”
“Thank you.”
With Mr. Mold’s warmth, she took her warm envelope and folded it into her inner pocket.
“Then I will leave.”
“Uh, are you leaving already?”
“I have shared the whole story with this person, so I should make room for her. Or are you trying to pay her in advance what you agreed to give her at that time?”
“Big, a little bit now…”
“Hehe, I was lazy too. Then.”
When Ms. Mold went out, her half-open door closed of its own accord.
“Why the door? “Are you going to take Siron and me to see the Temple of Kernax?”
“I have something to talk about briefly.”
Sith stood up, walked towards me, and gently grabbed Kernax’s hand.
“It’s not a very long story, but please sit down for a little while.”
“Thank you.”
For your information, Kernax and Sith decided to respect each other.
“So what do you want to talk about?”
“This first.”
Quite casually, Sith took a piece of parchment from his cleavage and held it out to me. When I opened it, the face of a very unlucky man appeared.
“Is it him?”
“Yes. Kalm finished it and brought it to me this morning.”
Kalm is said to be talented in almost all fields except magic.
‘The more I think about it, the more I get goosebumps.’
I rolled up the beautifully drawn montage and handed it back to Sis.
“We have established regulations and corrected the system, so even if we leave for the empire right away, the temple will be operated without any major problems.”
“Well, Niel is very capable. Then, can we just leave once the new product is completed?”
There is nothing good about putting it off.
Especially when I think about Kernax and the child that will be born in the next few months.
“That part, I hope we can capture a few more cultists before we leave.”
“The one in the montage?”
Sith nodded his head once and said.
“Nimea and Siran. And if Bizelin-sama steps forward, we will be able to capture quite a few cultists before the new statue is completed.”
The cultists that Sith refers to are not ordinary believers like the thief women currently imprisoned in prison, but special people who possess the divine power of Nuit, who is called the Mother of Night.
“I’ll tell you when I get back today.”
“Thank you.”
“What is gratitude?”
From the beginning, everything Sith did was for my benefit. Therefore, capturing someone different from the man depicted in the montage would also be helpful to me, which is why Sith requested this.
“Is that the end of the story?”
“Yes.”
The closed door opens again with a loud sound.
“Then let’s go.”
The Sith turned around and carefully lifted Cernax up from her chair.
“Shiron.”
“Oh, yes.”
Siron, who was a little away, quickly ran over and linked his arms with her Sith.
The Sith, who quickly passed Siron and Kernax to the left and right, slowly passed me and spoke.
“There are facilities underground that are hard to find here, so I’ll show you from there.”
“Is there an underground passage?”
“Well, that’s surprising.”
And the three beautiful lovers left the room, leaving me alone.
“Sniff…”
I sniffled for no reason and followed the three out of the room.
