NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 50 (2)
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Tessia smiled, revealing her bloody teeth.
By the time she will be able to kill Ian, she would have become incomparably stronger than she was now.
Perhaps she could even kill all those damned things of Luzard.
Suddenly, her gaze turned around.
“… Hoo.”
Her eyes immediately softened.
There were children standing side by side.
The kids holding candles froze when they spotted Tessia.
Their legs trembled as their eyes met Tessia’s.
Some of their pants were damp.
Rumors about her had already spread little by little, centered around Agellan.
Tessia’s red eyes shimmered faintly.
“You kids are very lucky.”
In a voice that seemed to hum, the pupils of the children began to gradually dilate.
Tessia’s pupils were filled with an intense blend of sadness and resentment, and she stared intently at the children.
“Because I’m not hungry right now. So, all of you go home. When you wake up, you’ll forget what happened tonight.”
The children nodded blankly.
“Don’t wander around at night anymore. It’s a dangerous world out there. Understand?”
“Yes…”
“Yes…”
The children answered in dreamy voices.
Tessia smiled softly.
“Well then, my little snacks, go home.”
The children scattered in all directions.
“… I should have caught and brought one for later.”
Tessia muttered as she looked back at them, then suddenly struck the ground.
Her silver hair, fluttering in the wind, disappeared into the night sky outside the city.
The next day, Agellan was filled with reports of a silver-haired witch.
The king considered it a good omen.
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Ippotranslation
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“Where are you headed?”
A border patrolman asked.
He alternated his gaze between the identification tags and the face of Miguel.
“We’re headed for Luzard. We have relatives living there.”
“And the two behind you?”
“One is my son. The other is my close brother, who is also my hired bodyguard.”
“A long journey you’re embarking on. Without your wife.”
A rather sharp question.
However, Miguel frowned instead.
“Are you unaware of what happened in Agellan?”
“I am aware.”
“I lost my wife that day. Without even having the chance to grieve, His Majesty started preparing for war.”
With eyes that seemed to suppress sadness and anger, Miguel stared fixedly at the border patrolman.
“That’s why I decided to return to my hometown. After barely settling down after a lifetime of struggles. If I die, who’s going to raise my child?”
“…….”
The soldier scratched his head for a moment in response to the resentment-laden tone.
He handed the identification tags back to Miguel.
“Is Agellan really that bad on that night?”
“There was no place worse than hell.”
“Was the rumor true… I heard that the swordswoman of Agellan, Sir Maeve Liurel, and a master swordsman, one of the mercenaries, killed the corrupt duke. Was that true?”
Miguel nodded after a moment of pressing his lips together.
“It’s true. His Majesty confirmed it himself.”
“After that chaos, there’s still a war… Does His Majesty intend to kill all of us?”
The soldier held out Miguel’s identification tags.
“You can go. And be careful. I’ve heard that Bellonde’s security isn’t great either.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Miguel received the identification tags.
The soldiers blocking the way stepped back.
Ian and Luci, who met the eyes of the border patrolman, nodded.
The border gate was getting farther away.
It also meant that they had exited Agellan.
Miguel, who had been sitting silently for a while, suddenly chuckled.
“See that? Could you really fool them?”
“Well, it wasn’t too bad.”
Ian nodded approvingly.
It was Miguel who suggested passing through the gate.
The idea was to create confusion in case they were being pursued by the royal army.
Of course, anyone with a bit of intelligence might realize that they wouldn’t be heading to Luzard, but rather, it was a decent strategy to create some doubt.
“I heard the rumors, though. Seems like Bellonde is a mess too.”
“They get a lot of drifters. The more foreigners there are, the more chaotic it can be.”
Ian responded casually.
Bellonde was a country he didn’t know much about compared to Agellan.
In the game, it was an area that served as a link between Luzard and the northern region and had a limited role to play.
It bordered several countries, attracting wandering mercenaries and traders, and the management of border areas was lax.
As a result, it was a country where there was a lot of fighting among the various factions.
It wasn’t like Agellan, which was in conflict with barbarians, and their military power wasn’t particularly strong.
The lords who led mercenaries, traders, and militias were more like brawlers who liked to fight.
That was the meaning behind Agellan’s king being so confident in his victory in the war.
Ironically, the mercenaries and traders were the ones who had changed the course of the war.
Those who were once at odds united in the face of a common enemy.
It probably wouldn’t be too different this time.
“I’m not worried about whatever we meet. We have the Master of the Sword to protect us.”
In response to Ian’s nonchalant joke, he chuckled.
“Don’t bring that up sneakily. We’re only guarding Luci. You and I are in a position to fight for our lives together.”
“So, I’m just providing rear support with this guy. So, I’m taking care of all the miscellaneous tasks, right?”
Miguel gestured towards the crossbow he had laid next to him.
Ian smirked.
“You’re unbelievable. You’re from the northern region, and yet your swordsmanship is so lacking.”
“That’s just prejudice. Being from the north doesn’t mean everyone is a muscular guy with a head as thick as an axe. Of course, there are those bear-like individuals, but there are far more of us who are like cunning foxes specialized in survival and tactics.”
Miguel tapped his temple with his index finger.
“That’s much better for staying alive. Still, you’re pretty good at archery, right?”
“Well, yeah, I suppose.”
It took a long time to reload after firing a single shot.
If it were Miguel, he could probably take down one inferior monster or a local thug with a single shot.
It was better than being useless and stumbling around in front, at least.
“The kind of people you’re imagining from the north are actually closer to the southwestern pirates.”
“Isn’t that a prejudice too?”
“Huh, really…?”
Miguel laughed while muttering and then shifted his gaze.
“Miss, no, Luci. Is there anything uncomfortable?”
He added in an awkward tone.
Luci, leaning on the other side of Ian, replied nonchalantly.
“It’s okay.”
After becoming Lucifer instead of Lucia, she decided not to use honorifics.
It was to prevent accidental slips.
Sure it’s boring just to move, even though her small body was bound to suffer.
She didn’t make a single complaint.
Her limited number of words decreased even further, and that was all.
“Do you want to enjoy the scenery or something? There’s not much to see. There’s nothing to do.”
Miguel murmured.
Even when they entered Bellonde, the landscape hadn’t changed much.
Cloudy skies, monotonous fields, gentle hills stretching beyond the horizon, trees and grass growing haphazardly along the ridges.
“……?”
Ian’s gaze turned to the front of the carriage after a while.
He furrowed his eyebrows and spoke.
“Luci. Lie down. Miguel, keep an eye on the front.”
Following Ian’s strange command, Miguel pressed his hood down and asked.
“What? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know yet. Something’s coming.”
“What?”
Miguel blinked his eyes.
He couldn’t see anything, of course.
It was only natural.
Ian had heard the faint sounds of countless footsteps coming from a distance.
Ever since he acquired the Hunting Dog Tail talisman, his senses of hearing and smell, especially, had become much more acute.
He noticed the first flag that rose above the hill.
A cross dividing a black background into four quarters, with a yellow circle in the center.
It was the flag of the Empire.
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