Chapter 59 – 13. The Festival of Warlocks. (5)
Allen Danjoo made her worry that her blindness had sent her for nothing, right after her saintess left. She says she’s a very strong character, but he still hasn’t realized how strong she is…. Also, the opponent was a necromantic accident.
…… Siitfaal, Jebaal…… !
After the blind saintess, who was in charge of one axis of the mercenary group, was removed, it was clearly visible that her members were becoming more and more burdensome. The sucker mage also bursts out big magic blows from time to time, but it didn’t turn the tide of the war completely or anything like that.
At that time, when Allen’s nervous cock shrank in real time, the ghoul and corpse monster, which had been fearlessly attacking the crew, suddenly stepped back and ran somewhere.
… What… ?
At first glance, it was not a retreat. As if something was urgently called….
Ah!
“Sir Baal… , What’s this? What’s up?”
The crew members, who were out of breath, expressed their doubts about this sudden situation. … But where did you catch your breath?
Shortly thereafter, a black aura was seen rising into the sky from afar, and the group of ghouls collapsed forward like a toy with the power switch turned off.
There, Allen Danju noticed that the blind saint had finally killed her necromancer. If not, will that many ghouls fall at once?
I did it. Damn, I did it Odd Noon really did it!
He was concerned for her safety and quickly moved to the place where the black energy had risen with her crew. Hundreds of ghouls were strewn across the road, turned into corpses. The crew poked at them with their weapons, worried that they might be pretending to be dead and luring them out, but there was no reaction. Undoubtedly followed.
Oh.
Allen saw the silhouette standing tall on the dune. The moonlight pouring softly like a halo was even awe-inspiring at first glance.
To really catch a necromancer by himself. Of course, she believed and sent it, but even so, her pride and grandeur did not disappear. …… This must be the mind of a gamechanger with a fucking strong character.
Danju ran up the sand hill with all his might. She and she stood tall in front of the saintess who was smiling with satisfaction.
“Danlord… !”
Allen, unable to control her rising emotions, held her in her arms and showered her with side kisses on the cheek.
“Good job. Really. Well done, Odnoon. You really are a saint You saved people.”
“… No. It was something I had to do.”
“There is no such thing as a natural thing in the world. It’s your sacrifice No one’s sacrifice, nothing taken for granted. … You did it I saved them all.”
“Thank you….”
The blind saintess smiled shyly.
“Where are you hurt?”
“No, no. I’m fine. It’s okay.”
… Certainly a monster is a monster.
She cut her way through a huge horde of ghouls, even captured a necromancer by herself, and she’s unscathed.
Allen said she felt suddenly stuffy inside. She was so sad that she had to let such a wonderful woman go again…. She can, of course, increase the size of her mercenaries halfway through her progression and recruit her again, but the time she jumps in the meantime is a shame enough to make her cock tremble.
… How could there be no way?
Although this is a world based on the [Guild Master], Everything doesn’t follow a set route like a system. Just looking at the process of recruiting the blind saintess, that was the case. There are no blind saints with a strong sense of justice who will defeat the evil black magician, but there are only women whose eyes are on money!
Wouldn’t there be some possibility if you give a lot of money?
If she was crazy about her money, she seemed to have a lot of potential. There is already a precedent.
Of course, Allen didn’t just pour all her compliments on her blind saint. She approached each and every one of the members who endured the hardships to die, congratulated and comforted them one by one.
While the crew sat on the sand dunes for a while and looked at the corpses hanging down below, Allen looked at the dead necromancer with the blind saint.
“… I mean, did she move even though her head was blown off?”
“Yes. There was something like a marble where the heart should be. No heart, of course.”
Allen’s head, which was squatting in front of the traces of ash-like black dust and rummaging through them, turned tight.
… Has lithification already taken place?
Certainly, there were too many ghouls and corpse monsters to be considered human necromancers. Because of her confidence, she must have fought against the mercenaries holding out in the village.
While thinking about this and that, Rudra Danju came up to the sand dunes with several Danju. They also seemed quite embarrassed by the enemy’s offensive, which was unexpectedly powerful.
Allen, who had been crouching down, stood up and immediately gave a brief explanation of the situation to the representative, Rudra.
“This friend took care of the necromancer himself. He seems to have already been a lichified bastard. There are no corpses or anything left.”
“…… Is it.”
The sophomores stuck out their heads and looked at the blind saintess whom Allen pointed at and the spot. At the place where the necromancer died, only the ragged pieces of cloth he was wearing were scattered around.
“Everyone gather here.”
Rudra Danju summoned all the rest of the Danju. Originally there were ten people, but one was missing. Probably dead or seriously injured.
“Report the damage first.”
In this way, the single owners took turns reporting the current damage situation of the mercenaries. Except for the Allen-Mercenary Corps, all of them suffered three or four casualties.
One member of the Rudra-Mercenary Corps was also killed and two seriously injured. Then Allen’s turn.
“There are no casualties.”
Everyone looked surprised. Not a single casualty occurred in this massive offensive. That meant that his mercenary skills were better than anyone else here.
At the same time, they recalled the scene where he ran for the representative election in the past. …… What he said back then wasn’t such an bluff.
“… Right. Good job. Your mercenaries have a lot of credit. Even defeat the necromancer.”
Rudra Danju looked bitter, but her eyes to objectively judge the situation were not blurred. There is [Narcissism], But it is fortunate that there is no [Jealousy].
“I’ll be sure to report this to His Excellency the Baron and help you receive an additional reward worthy of your merit.”
“… Thank you.”
To be honest, I didn’t necessarily aim for that, but they said they would give more, so of course I should!
“Then, what should I do from now on? What do you guys think?”
Everyone said nothing and just stared at each other. I can’t easily figure out what to do….
Then, as if Allen had been waiting, she stepped out.
“As long as one of our comrades has already died, the warlocks will not readily attack us. However, it takes too long and is vague to follow.”
“… Therefore?”
Allen, who took a quick look at the sweet drinks, opened her mouth in her solemn tone.
“The situation is already getting out of hand. Of course, you can’t just stay here.”
“Right.”
“It has already been clearly proven that the village cannot stop the necromancer on its own.”
Sophomores listened to Allen’s words.
“So, by evacuating the villagers, we must meet the grave challenge coming our way.”
“A significant challenge?”
“Could a black magician just watch hundreds of people in an empty field without a single barrier?”
ㅡ!
“I will run to eat something. It’s not us tracking them, it’s making them track us.”
“… It’s not easy. Not one or two, but hundreds of people. You mean protect them all?”
“But you can’t just throw it away, can you? That’s our job, isn’t it?”
Rudra Danju lost her words. Allen loosened her leash slightly.
“Of course you can’t keep everything. Sacrifice is bound to follow. But isn’t it a wise choice to save the majority even at the expense of the minority? In the end, everyone who stays will die. And that is rather like raising more enemies.”
Of course, there was nothing to refute. Because it’s all obvious.
In fact, even Rudra Danju didn’t think she had to evacuate the villagers. It’s probably the same for other sorcerers. … But you’ll be scared
Allen sneered at the sober drinkers who were hesitating like mutes who had eaten honey. There was an obvious sneer on the corners of his lips.
“… What’s with all this crap? Although the mercenaries are people who move after seeing money, there is still trust at the bottom of it. Are you doing this out of fear that people will become a burden to you?”
At that moment, Allen came up with something.
“Shitpal, if you get paid, you have to risk your life to work. Isn’t that a mercenary? Didn’t you have this kind of resolution when you came here to fight against black magic? If you don’t know the subject and get paid, you should look around. That’s what a mercenary is!”
Allen was ferocious and spilled bloodily on sobriety. He swallowed an uncomfortable moan and slightly averted his gaze.
“Danju Rudra, decide. … There is no other way anyway. Our mission is to defeat the warlock and save the people.”
Rudra, who was looking directly at Allen, declared in a solemn tone.
“Evacuate people. Our job is to protect them. It was a bit overwhelming, but it was worth fighting the enemies more than I thought. Even if there may be some sacrifices, it is beyond our ability, so we have no choice but to accept it. … Everyone agree?”
“… Yes.”
It was only then that Allen’s expression, which had been ferociously hardened, relaxed and a faint smile took over.
“A wise choice, Rudra Danju, and gentlemen.”
Desperate for her money and fame, Allen did not want to resign like this.
The more dramatic the situation, the more the rumors inflate.
As long as that monstrous blind saint was holding out in the Allen-Mercenary Corps, her major was already a matter of course.
