Chapter 14 – 5. Sortie! Barbarian Subjugation Team! (3)
‘Shining YuRia’ was an adventurer in the Kingdom of Yetsu and was a national hero. She was strong, beautiful, and even righteous. She was truly a person who would not be lacking even if she was compared to the hero in the children’s book, but she always had the downside of sticking to ideal thinking. She wasn’t like that because she was lacking in intelligence, but because she was a character who loved her ego, that ‘she is myself, the ideal hero’.
“Quack. I didn’t expect to meet you already at this point.”
The barbarian caught her hatchet on her return, Yuria was a coveted female warrior. Her physique was large for a woman, and her body was well-muscled, with entry and exit points. She didn’t seem to have any worries about dying even if she ate it like a priest.
“Nice. You guys how to get here… “
“It’s annoying when your colleagues come. Let’s go home and talk.”
Hung!
As Rustam threw her axe, Yuria raised her shield again to block it, but this time her shield shattered and broke. Yuria’s eyes widened at the sight of her shattering her shield, strengthened by her magic. Her opponent’s level is only 20 levels, 5 lower than her own, so how?
“Yuria! Call her allies!”
At that time, the female thief Genioth appeared from behind the barbarian and threw her dagger at her. I can’t kill her, but I’m thinking of stabbing her in the vitals, knocking her out, and escaping…
“Cuck!”
The savage’s strong hand grabbed Genios by the nape of his neck first. She could break it with a little force, but she didn’t. It was because Genios’ slender body also looked very desirable.
“Bastards. You can’t beat a barbarian in close combat.”
“… Help——kik!”
The barbarian trampled on Yuria’s neck without mercy and prevented her from speaking out. For her, who used her agility as her main skill, taking the barbarian’s ax with her abnormally high strength stat was her worst choice. I blocked it right away, but her shockwave still didn’t move her body properly.
“This is why when catching raid bosses, you have to dig up information well in advance. If you come blindly, this will happen.”
“Ugh! Woo woo woo woo!”
Yuria looked up at her savage with her neck trampled by her savage’s foot. She quickly moved her right hand and tried to draw her dagger, but the savage threatened with her eyes. Here, it was a sign that she would kill Jenios if he did anything crap.
“Don’t worry. I’m here to negotiate with you.”
“… Negotiation?”
“As long as you calmly follow me, I will not harm the rest of the party. We guarantee a safe retreat.”
The savage grinned with a cruel grin.
“Only you go on a gold-grade adventure, and the rest of the party members are all five silver-grade. If I kill Zenios here, there will be four left, so would you like to see how quickly I can kill four silver ranks?”
Yuria clenched her teeth. Her right arm was broken as she took her second ax to the shield. With one potion or one healing spell, she would be able to fight again on an equal footing with the savage, but she was ambushed in the beginning, so it was a big mistake to block it with her shield.
“… You. You’re a piece of trash.”
“Quack. How do you know without experiencing it?”
“… Against novice adventurers.”
“Shut up. What are you going to do? Do you want to come with me? Or do you want to run away alone and make the whole party goblin food?”
As the barbarian said, if Yuria escaped alone, she could try to survive. There were also many magic items she didn’t use, but she’s a level 25 strong fighter, so if she runs away while focusing only on her evasion, she’s not without odds.
‘But Genios will surely die. The rest of my colleagues are also dangerous.’
And since their colleagues are skilled silver-class adventurers, even if they are teleported out, the adventurers and knights of the kingdom who are not as good as they are called and brought will surely be killed. If you get caught… That would be something I’d rather see than die…
“Don’t get me wrong. We also have a wizard, so we can’t teleport.”
“Joy. If so, it must be a third-class wizard. If you make up your mind and run away——”
“The Black Witch.”
YuRia’s body froze cold at her words that she was a black witch. The rare murderer who burned down the imperial cathedral alone and escaped is here? Her black witch was at a level that the casters in her own party couldn’t handle.
“What do you think I believed in and went on a rampage like that? Only a level 20 warrior?”
“… “
Certainly the savage’s behavior was irrational. If you kill and rape people you see, even the most prominent villain will be trampled on in an instant, and the number of enemies will increase and you will be pursued. No matter how strong an individual is, he cannot defeat a group or a nation. There was no way that such a cunning fellow could have moved without preparing for that.
“You lost at the point you came to the raid without proper scouting in advance, and all of your members are like prisoners of witches. Kill, insult, enslave, whatever the witch wants. You think it’s better to quietly follow her than to offend her?”
“You’re a rapist who attacks women whenever he sees you, you’re trash.”
As Yuria shook her hand, she gnashed her teeth. She’d really rather die than get caught by that bastard. She has even prepared a means to self-destruct in case of defeat. Other female colleagues must have made similar preparations.
“I’d rather die here.”
“Uhm. What about your friends?”
“I will play with you no matter what. Do you think you see villains like you every day or two?”
Yuria had an idealistic side, but she wasn’t blind to the world. Until she became a gold-class adventurer, she had killed countless villains and knew their habits and tricks. I shouldn’t have gotten along with the antics of these third-rate thieves’ garbage from the start.
“Good. Then I swear by the names of my ancestors that I will not touch you even if you become a prisoner.”
“… Really?”
“As you know, we northern savages fight and reproduce for the glory of our ancestors throughout our lives. What you call rape is, in a way, a cultural difference. It is natural in our region for a strong man to capture a woman and reproduce. My mother raised me that way too.”
Like other medieval gods, ancestral spirits could get really fucked up if they swear by their name recklessly. That is why even the wicked will absolutely keep the oaths they made by God. Because I didn’t want to see anything worse than dying. That’s why Yuria was able to put on a slightly relieved expression.
‘Kkeukkeuk. But this doesn’t work There is no specific god’s name.’
Of course, if she had been a real savage, she would have been subject to it the moment she declared that she would swear by the ‘name of her ancestors’. However, Rustam’s ancestors were Koreans and Goryeo people, not the strange shaman tribe of this medieval land. In other words, an oath to one’s ancestors is useless.
“Repeat again. I swear in the name of my ancestors that if you disarm and quietly follow me, the rest of the raid will leave quietly. And while you are a prisoner, none of us alive will lift a hand. Our witch wants you to be quiet, and I don’t want to become a target for subjugation on a continental level by incurring a grudge against you for no reason.”
Like a gold-grade adventurer, Yuria quickly reviewed the situation. It is impossible to fight and defeat her at the point where her right arm is already broken. Of course, the witch must have blocked the teleport. Then, the most realistic option would be to take her remaining companions and run away, but then Jenny is captured.
‘I didn’t come carelessly like Jenny said.’
Because of her own erroneous judgment, she could not make Jenny the slave of her savage. Prior to efficiency, this was a matter of identity that created a person called ‘Shining YuRia’. If someone is to blame for something that goes wrong, it should be she who made her bad decision, not Jenny, who raised the issue in time. And the party leader is originally a place where you have to take unlimited responsibility for the party members.
‘Of course, the witch could use me as a prisoner and torture or kill me, but that’s what she was prepared for when she was an adventurer. The thing she hated more than death was being raped, but since the savage just swore an oath to the ancestral spirits, that didn’t happen.’
After all, the Black Witch is also the same woman, and even if things go wrong, she is convinced that if she kills herself, she will kill her, but she will not let her become a plaything. Because she had a background in sexual abuse.
“… Good. I’ll follow you.”
“Good choice. Disarm first.”
The savage laughed brightly.
Very modestly.
Like a true savage.
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