episode_0016

Today is the day to buy pigs.

We plan to go to Odellin City, where our village is located.

There are small villages nearby like Leanso, but they don’t raise enough pigs to sell, so we have to go far.

Mirella has been busy packing since morning.

Extra clothes, cooking utensils, sleeping bags, food, and so on.

It will take a little longer to get to Odellin City, so I thought we might need to camp along the way.

The administrator gave me a pile of documents to send to Odellin City.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m incompetent and negligent, so these regular report documents have piled up like this… I’m sorry… Stuck in a gloomy office, the documents pile up, the trash piles up, it’s just piling up… really the worst…”

“It’s okay. I’ll give you a few bottles of potions to take while I’m gone.”

“Ugh… Healing potions… If I don’t have Jack’s, my body won’t be able to function…”

He’s good at speaking even about trivial things in a suspicious manner.

While we’re gone, the shop will be looked after by Hostante.

Originally, I was going to take Mirella, but there was a commotion.

“Oppa! Please take me too, please, please. I really want to go to Odellin City. Please! If you take me this time, I’ll do anything Oppa asks me to do! Please take me! I’ll do anything!”

Anyway, the journey is too far for just the two of us.

It would be difficult if we encountered bandits or other dangerous things along the way.

No matter how well Mirella handles a lid opener, dealing with several people is different.

Moreover, it’s quite difficult for the two of us to lead the pigs back.

So, I asked the administrator to lend us five security guards.

Bringing back the pigs is not just for my personal gain, it’s for the benefit of the whole village.

So, Mirella and I set off north with five security guards.

“Ah, it feels so good. The fresh air.”

As soon as we left the village, Mirella stretched her arms and took a deep breath.

As Mirella said, the wind feels really nice.

On this day, with the late spring’s warm sunshine, the blue sky and white clouds reflected like a mirror on the river flowing to our left.

“By the way, if we bring in pigs, can we eat meat now?”

In response to Mirella’s question, he smiled and shook his head.

“Not right away. What can we do with just twenty pigs? We’ll breed them to make a hundred, a thousand.”

“Oh, I see. That would be great then. I’ve actually never tried pork before.”

“I’ll buy it for you when we go to Odellin. I have that kind of money.”

“Exciting!”

Even the security guards who had been quietly listening were grinning.

“But I have one thing I’m curious about.”

Mirella asked.

“Why don’t you sell the new potions you’ve made? You could make a lot of money selling those.”

“It’s illegal, so I can’t sell them.”

“Illegal?”

“The Potion Association has set up strict potion-related laws. You have to make potions according to the recipes listed there.”

“Why?”

“You could make poison, and the demand and prices they’ve set could be disrupted. Also, potions are widely distributed across the continent, so standardization is essential. If not, it could cause a major disruption. By the way…”

He stopped walking and looked around.

“It seems like we’ve been caught.”

As soon as I finished speaking, people with hammers emerged from both sides of the street.

There were about ten or so street thugs.

In medieval fantasy RPGs, thugs are very common mobs.

The thugs in the starting village area provide good experience points for low-level users who are just starting their journey.

However, the problem is that in this world turned reality, even these low-level thugs are very deadly to me.

Moreover, since there are more of them over there, I have no chance.

“If it’s money you want, I’ll give it all to you.”

As I took out my purse, the thugs chuckled.

“Do you guarantee that you won’t report us if we let you go?”

“Put the money away, Jack.”

The security guards drew their swords and said.

“We’ll take care of this.”

“There’s no chance of winning.”

“If you had a chance of winning, you wouldn’t have become security guards.”

They said that, but the tension was palpable.

I’ve never really been in a proper sword fight before, so that must be why.

It doesn’t look good at all.

“Everyone, step back.”

At that moment, a voice came from behind us.

The sacred knight was Liberonne.

Why is that coming out over there?

“I heard that there are some special people in this area who rob and murder travelers.”

The bandits seemed slightly intimidated by Liberonne’s splendid armor and looked at each other.

“I thought I had to pass judgment, but it seems we’ve met at the right time.”

As Liberonne slowly raised her sword, the eyes of the bandits grew wide in response.

“I am the sacred knight Liberonne. There can be no forgiveness.”

The sword began to shine brightly in golden light.

They prayed for the well-being of the bandits in advance.

* * * * *

“Please spare us… We’re just doing this to survive….”

The bandits, covered in blood, knelt down and begged desperately.

All the bandits were now kneeling, and Liberonne held her sword with a cold expression.

“We didn’t start like this from the beginning either. After failing crops and being cheated out of money, we were so desperate and hungry….”

“Is that so… It seems you were very hungry….”

At Liberonne’s words, a glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of the bandits.

“But no matter how hungry I am, I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

However, following her chilling words, despair replaced hope on the faces of the bandits.

“I have a wife and children waiting at home…. They’ll starve without me….”

“Is that so… Was there a provider waiting to feed them….”

At Liberonne’s words, a glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of the bandits.

“But all those sacrificed for you must have had families too. I don’t understand why you prioritize your families and the families of victims.”

However, following her chilling words, despair replaced hope on the faces of the bandits.

“P-Please spare us…. If you spare us, we will never do this again and live honestly….”

“Is that so… Is this repentance in the face of death….”

At Liberonne’s words, a glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of the bandits.

“But how many times did the victims ask for mercy? Did you spare them then?”

However, following her chilling words, despair replaced hope on the faces of the bandits.

“W-We don’t have any evidence that we killed anyone!”

When a bandit shouted bravely, Reberone looked at him with eyes as cold as stones.

“Didn’t I say we wouldn’t let anyone go ahead?”

Reberone’s firm voice contained an immense power that dared not be challenged.

Even when people were begging for their lives, she didn’t even blink, as if it would be better to talk to a wall instead.

It was almost like watching a cosmic horror movie where nothing made sense.

“Plead for forgiveness through death.”

Reberone’s sword flashed, and at the same time, she cut off ten throats…?!

“Ugh….”

Mirella couldn’t bear to watch and buried her face in my chest.

The guards marveled at her incredible swordsmanship.

“It’s over now.”

Reberone turned around, blood splattering from her sword.

She didn’t even spare a glance for the bodies falling with severed necks.

I asked Reberone, who was finishing off the bandits.

“But what are you doing here, exactly?”

“I was camping.”

“Weren’t you supposed to return to the pulpit? Considering the time you’ve been away, it doesn’t make sense for you to be here.”

“I had a feeling something like this might happen.”

“Something like this? Did I mention meeting bandits?”

“Yes.”

Wait a minute. Did the holy knight have precognitive abilities?

I don’t remember such a setting.

Especially considering that Reberone is an NPC specialized in combat with full stats, it’s unlikely she has such an ability.

Either my memory is wrong, or Reberone is lying. But really, that’s not important.

What’s important is that in a situation where we could have suffered great harm from encountering a bandit group, Reberone appeared miraculously.

“But where is the benefactor angel going?”

“We’re going to buy a pig.”

“Are you saying you’re going to buy a pig?”

As we explained our plan to buy a pig because there was no meat in the village, Reberone carefully scrutinized our party.

A red-haired kid with a wooden club, five officers armed to the teeth, and a weak and feeble shopkeeper.

“I will accompany you on your journey. If it’s Odelin, our paths happen to align.”

“You?”

“Yes. It’s difficult to respond to street-level threats with the current level of armament. I will accompany you.”

He hesitated for a moment.

A holy knight, much stronger than five inexperienced guards.

It’s a perfect proposal.

“Okay. Let’s go together.”

“Then let’s go.”

The expression of the guards brightened considerably with the arrival of the holy knight.

They were just men who exerted some strength in the village as guards.

The sword at their waist was merely a substitute for a club used to send drunken villagers home.

If they had encountered the bandits earlier, at least one person would have died.

Thank goodness.

* * * * *

In truth, there is no such thing as precognition in Liberon.

He had lingered nearby because he didn’t like the fact that he had parted ways with his guardian angel, and eventually ended up camping.

He had thought, “I must leave today,” but now he was meeting his guardian angel again.

It seems that today, the goddess is on Liberon’s side.