Smith， a Black Company in Another World 36

Chapter 36 – Ep.36 Smith, a Black Company in Another World (Edited)

“Uh…”

The content was so shocking that I thoughtlessly went inside, but when the attention of those around me was focused on me, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Why are you standing there so stupidly? “I’m going crazy, so come and sit here.”
“… Yes.”

I didn’t see him in the kitchen so I thought he had gone to the bathroom somewhere, but he ended up here.
I quickly left the window and sat down next to Amela, who was alone.

“But sister…”
“What. Bastard.”
“It’s a shame to come in and ask, but is it okay for me to stay?”
“I guess it’ll be okay. “Seeing as how you left the door open and eavesdropping even though you knew it.”

Oh wow.
I thought I was seriously eavesdropping, but it seemed like Ardella was just me and left me alone.

Well, if it had become a problem, the drivers who were looking at me would have stopped me right away.

Even though I opened the door and came in, the drivers only glanced at my face for a moment. They did not take any action and stayed where they were.

Luckily, it seemed like I would be spared punishment due to Ardella’s merciful heart, so I quietly stayed next to Amella, placed the beggar girl in front of me, and had a quiet conversation with Ardella and the knight named Bellanis who split the door of my room. I stared blankly at the scene they were sharing.

The reason why one can open the door and come in like a possessed person and sit so calmly is not because there is any change in the Shiron score displayed in the dispatch record.

It was said that so far there were no major problems physically or mentally.

“Hmm, if this is the pattern engraved on the robe he is wearing, he must be an apostle of the Petrum Church. Bellanis. Bring in the outgoing members and the Paladin Alliance. “I guess what we asked was the bait they threw.”
“Yes.”

Belanis, wearing a silver helmet, went outside with Kernax next to him.

“Coral. You should now go to the west gate and inform each temple of this and see if there is a priest to support them. “If there are any applicants, tell them to come to the west gate tomorrow at noon.”

One of the knights who was watching the surroundings quickly went out.

“Billena. With this, we can take the rest of the members and find accommodation. The guys outside will also arrive around dawn, so Bambino would be appropriate. “Once you find a place to stay, inform the alumni security guard in advance so that the rest of the members can come.”

The knight whose name was called received the pouch from Ardella’s arms and quickly left the guild with the remaining knights.

The knights left and Kernax also stayed away.
Ardella and Amela are here now. And only Honey Night Girl and I were left standing.

“Amela. “Let me put in a request.”
“So.”

I was secretly astonished at my sister’s attitude as she calmly shook her shoulder toward the next Count, Ardella.
No matter how drunk my sister is and suffers from severe alcohol dependence, I would never have thought that she would go out like this.

“The request is simple. We are looking for people to participate in the subjugation of a group of people deceived by a cult. The reward is 10 silver coins per head of a cultist. The participation requirement is for anyone who has the guts to cut down a cult member.”
“Well, you say so. But, I’m not saying this, but there are a few bitches in our guild who are so tough that they get into fights with socialite bitches? Especially if the opponent is the vicious Petrum Church.”
“Well, I don’t have high expectations either. But you have to seize opportunities when they come.”
“That’s also a story from when I was alive. Anyway, is the business over?”
“Hmm… Okay. “The business is over.”

Lady Ardella stood up.

“What did you say your name was?”
“Marcolin Vincennes… No see. “I am the ninth branch leader of the Golden Reeds.”
“If you’re nine, you’re out of luck. Yes Marcolin. You must be our guide tomorrow. “You know I can’t refuse, right?”
“… Yes.”
“Good night. Amela. “Please take care of this person until tomorrow.”
“Sure.”

However, after listening to the two of them talking, it seems that Amela had not just left.

“Smith.”
“Ah, yep.”

I was startled when I heard Lady Ardella calling me and quickly answered.

“Do you have something to say to me?”
“Uh…”
“If you have anything to say, say it now.”

Lady Ardella crossed her arms and gestured that she would wait for my answer.
I was worried.
Do I really dare to ask here whether I can go with you tomorrow?

Wow, there’s no way around it.

Why would you take me, who is of no use to me other than having a strong body?
Even just hearing the story, it seems like dozens of people are going to die easily, but if I were to go there, it wouldn’t be a joke, it would really be nothing more than a piece of luggage.

I’m worried about Shiron, but that’s why I think it would be better for me to stay here.
On the contrary, if you followed him and encountered Siron, he might hit you and ask where you followed him… ?
In the first place, I didn’t think Ardella would take me.

After finishing thinking, I shook my head.

“No. Doesn’t exist.”
“Okay. I get it.”

Lady Ardella glanced at Amela who was next to me.

“It’s Smith. “You take that bitch to the well and get me some extra clothes from my room.”
“Me?”
“Fuck you. Then shall I do it?”
“No. I have to do it. “Aam.”

I quickly stood up after seeing the veins protruding on the back of my right hand.

“Did you hear? “Please follow me.”
“Uh…”

The honey chestnut girl glanced at Ardella for a moment.

“Let’s go.”
“Ah, then… See you tommorow.”

So I took Honey Night Girl and headed to the well in the guild’s vacant lot.

***

When Smith and Marcolin Vincennes left, Amela, who was far away, got up and sat down across from Ardella.

“Surprising. “I heard she takes great care of Smith over there.”
“I don’t think that’s what you want to say.”
“Yes.”

Ardella asked Amela, smiling faintly and nodding her head.

“But is it okay to leave Smith alone with that thing?”

Amela recalled Marcolin going out with Smith.
Marcolin Vincen, the owner of Golden Reed, was attacked by a cultist but managed to escape thanks to the sacrifice of adventurer Siron.

But neither Amela nor Ardella thought that the woman who had been sitting in front of her just a moment ago was her Marcolin Vincennes.

Petrumism is known to be the most radical among the cults.
Not of the opposite sex, but of the same sex… A vicious group that proclaims that love between women is true love and uses any means possible to kidnap and brainwash women into becoming believers. That is the Petrum religion.

In a group of such crazy bitches. And the woman, Marcolin, escaped safely in a situation where an apostle wearing clothes with cult symbols imprinted on them personally stepped forward?

If there was a paladin here, she would have cut off a few of the fingers of Marcolin, who was sitting here, and immediately started interrogating him.

Even if it was him, there was a very high possibility that he had already been brainwashed by a cult priest.

I don’t know what purpose he came here for, but at least if the opponent was the Petrami Church, I thought that the purpose was not Smith, but the bitch who would inherit the next earldom in front of me.

Plus, there’s a crazy bitch in this city who is more into that guy than anyone else.

“Even if something happens, I won’t be able to get out of the city because that horny bitch is there, so wouldn’t it be okay?”
“I’m still not on good terms with Agasa.”

Ardella shook her head at Amela, who called Agatha, the high priestess of the fertility god, a horny bitch.

“This is pretty good. Shall I show you what happens when you really don’t get along?”
“If you plan to show it within our territory, please refrain. If the master there intervenes, it goes beyond a level that even the kingdom will laugh at. Well, even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to get out of the demon world for another 10 years.”
“10 years…”

Amela smiled meaningfully at Ardella’s words.
Ardella, who was staring at Amela, asked.

“Something. “That smile.”
“Well. Anyway, if you’ve finished your business, let’s leave, right?”
“Amela. Do you think I have nothing to do but sit and chat with you? Sit down “The story is not over yet.”
“Damn it. Maybe she should bring some alcohol and hold her back. “All noble bitches don’t know that it’s a sincerity.”
“Stop talking nonsense.”

Ardella winked and Amela sighed and turned her head towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

“What are you eavesdropping on, you fucking bastards!!” “Sit down quietly and have a drink!!”

Cradangtangtang—!!

At the same time as Amela shouted, a loud noise was heard from the top of the stairs.

“Anyway… Bitches with no manners. So. “What else are you trying to say?”
“I’ll take Smith tomorrow.”
“…”

Amela’s eyes widened fiercely.
She glared at Ardella with menacing eyes that were incomparable to the irritated look she usually gave her Smith.

“Oh my, this is a joke. I wish you would stop living.”

Ardella held up her hands. But Amela still did not lose her momentum and glared at Ardella as if she were going to kill her.

“… I want this. “I’m so scared that I can’t even play pranks.”

Seeing her unabated momentum, Ardella briefly clicked her tongue and lowered her hand.
Ardella continued her words regardless of the heavy energy focused on her.

“Let’s add a reward to the request. “The amazing things Smith can make.”
“… “That?”

As Amella’s momentum waned, Ardella nodded her head.

“I heard from Kernax that the adventurers here are now trying to gain results with their eyes lit up, right? “To get that item.”
“You…”
“Amela. I also don’t like this method very much. But my knights are more precious to me than the nameless adventurers.”

Amela frowned her eyes in a different way now.
She also goes on adventures, but at the same time, she doesn’t really like adventurers. Ardella’s manner was such that Amela frowned at her, and her manner could not be described well even with empty words.

“With the Paladins and Priests participating in the war, we will not be defeated… Since they invited us, we also need bait to lure them in just in case.”
“After all, you are nothing more than a noble brat.”
“I learned it by following my mother.”

Amela looked at Ardella with disgust as she casually announced that she would use the adventurers as a throwaway card, but she only shrugged her shoulders as if she was used to it.

“It’s the Petrum religion. “If you’re really unlucky, you’ll die, but otherwise, even if you get caught, you’ll survive.”
“There will be shame and pain worse than death waiting for you.”
“Well, that’s something that can’t be helped. Anyway, I want you to let the guys higher up know.”
“… “Sure.”
“Hmm. “Thank you for understanding.”

Amella let out her sigh.
This is because it was not a matter to really understand and think about.
This is a request after all, and it’s up to the idiot adventurers to decide whether to accept it or not.
Ah Mela didn’t have the loyalty to take care of the bitches who were so crazy about her sexual desires that they couldn’t even recognize her place.

But that was one thing, and being angry was another matter, so Amela stood up rather roughly, scratching her head.

“Mr. Smith, this bastard is going to just throw some clothes at me and come back. Why can’t he come like this? Hey!! Smith, you son of a bitch—!!”

Ah Mela called out to Smith so loudly that her table trembled with her angry face.
Her voice was loud enough for Smith, who was outside, to hear.
However, dozens of seconds passed by and she did not even hear a reply, let alone Smith’s appearance.

“…”
“…”

Not only Amella but also Ardella, who was sitting in her seat, stood up from her seat with a stern look on her face.

That moment. Amela realized that she had overlooked one thing.

“… Shit!!”

Amella kicked the window of the reception desk and broke it with her foot and ran towards the clearing of her guild.
After breaking down her tightly closed back door, she arrived at the vacant lot and chewed her lip as she looked at the empty lot.

“Shit!! “What a fucking bitch—!!”

‘Why didn’t I think of that?’

Their first target was clearly Ardella. She must have been that noble bitch that she was.
But somewhere along the way she changed that goal.

“Amela. “How did this happen?”
“… Among her captured adventurers is the bastard’s lover. And she’s wearing it.”

What Smith can create.
It seems that the apostle of the cult was very interested in that item.

Ardella, who immediately understood what Amela meant, also sighed with a stern expression on her face.

“I guess I won’t have time to wait until noon tomorrow.”