Chapter 480

W-Well, first, please accept a small token of our grat.i.tude Please, please, accept it

A thin and small old man approached me, and began to bow repeatedly at me. I was a head taller than him, so I had a clear view of his extremely desolate bald head.

In addition to the frightened state of this man, who seemed to be about to start crying and begging for life at any moment, his old-man appearance and his conspicuous black-rimmed gla.s.ses made me think that he looked like some kind of dull office worker who was about to be suddenly laid off.

This person called himself Randolph and offered to talk to me as a representative of the village. He was wondering what I was going to do now that I had completely annihilated the Crusader soldiers that were ravaging this village.

Rather than being courageous, it seemed that the reason why he had been the one to stand before me was that he had no other choice. The gazes of several villagers were piercing deeply into the back of his head.

For the time being, I couldnt do anything but accept his offer.

I knew I could escape as soon as I wanted to. Because of that, I thought Id get as much information here as I could while I was here. Sariel had only roughly explained the situation in and around the colonies, and that was all I knew. A glimpse was better than a thousand words.

With an overwhelming tone, I said Okay and followed him to a room where we sat at a table in order to discuss things.

Its white-painted walls still felt new, but this room, which already had hints of daily life, was part of the church. I never thought Id ever set foot into a church of the Cross Church But it was probably the largest building in the village, so it also served as a meeting place. I didnt think of it as anything else at this point.

Umm, well, first of all, Id like to thank you for helping this village.

For the time being, I returned a single nod to his words of grat.i.tude, which seemed to be more like him desperately choosing words so as to not incur my wrath rather than honest grat.i.tude.

There was no need for me to say anything like Your welcome or I wasnt particularly trying to help your village. This old man was probing me, trying to see what my true intentions were, so I wasnt going to give him a chance to throw a barrage of questions at me.

So I would be the one doing the questions first.

Id like to know why they had come to attack their village, and under what circ.u.mstances.

Randolph looked a little annoyed at my question, as if I had responded to his words with a jab to the chin, but he then took a handkerchief out of his fur waist pocket, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and answered my question.

Oh, ah, umm Yeah, they suddenly showed up and said they were in a hurry to return to Sinclair, so they ordered us to provide them with the supplies they needed for their trip

Randolph stuttered a lot as he tried to answer, but still managed to accurately explain what had happened.

Just before I had started watching the village, they appeared without warning and started asking for supplies. However, the Crusaders have already commandeered supplies from this village as on their way towards Galahad, and so the food stockpiles of the village were already quite low. The moment the village mayor begged them to not take what little food they had, he was beheaded on the spot. Then, they started to take everything they wanted, and the priest of this church also lost his head among the chaos. After that, well, I arrived, and killed them all.

Do you know which unit was the one behind this?

Im certain that these were the troops led by Lord Mashram.

Who?

Y-You dont know about him? Ive heard hes the nephew of Count Bergunt, who now leads the entire Crusades attacking the neighboring country.

So it was that guy with a head that looked like a 1UP mushroom. Certainly, his flashy armor looked like that of an aristocratic boy.

So, the Counts nephew, huh?

The name Count Bergunt was something I was familiar with. Fiona said he might be the supreme commander of the Crusades, but this confirmed it. He was the only one who could have been behind Linfelts castle siege.

Lord Mashram must have been entrusted with the supply base in the 203rd thats close to this village, but we have no idea why he had to return home in such a hurry.

He was escaping.

Huh?

He was running away. The Crusaders were defeated.

Thats the only thing I could think of. A large part of their soldiers must have managed to escape because they were located far behind the front line when their defeat was clear.

It was a blatant abandonment of his post, but I had heard Count Bergunt had been shot down. I didnt know if it was because Mashram was aiming to become the next head of the Bergunt family, or just because he was afraid that the Spada army would chase after him all the way here, but either way, from his point of view, there were many reasons to escape.

I-Is that so? Are you telling the truth?

As opposed to my a.s.sertive expression, Randolph had a confused look on his face, almost as if he was saying dont go saying such serious things all of a sudden like that. Had the Crusaders already publicized their victory as something certain to their people?

The official news of the Crusaders defeat will soon reach this village.

I had no other choice but to be the bearer of such news. At the very least, it was true that the news of the defeat reached Mashrams sources, who were stationed at the 203rd colony, once known as Qual Village.

I didnt know the details of the Crusaders rout situation because I was not at the scene, but I was certain that if, on top of the scene of their entire armies withdrawing before their victory or defeat had been established, the 7th Apostle Sariel who was to be their savior disappeared from the battlefield, the Crusaders would turn tail and flee miserably.

A-Ah, I I see

Randolph was muttering to himself with his face down, but he immediately regained his composure and raised his face.

Um, by the way What happened to Lord Mashram?

I killed him.

There was no point in me hiding it. After all, theyd soon find a headless corpse in silver-white armor and Mashrams head, with a solidified agonizing and crying expression, lying beside the shed.

A-Ah, I I see

With a forced, bitter laugh, Randolphs face gradually became more and more pale.

It looked like me killing that aristocratic boy was a bit of an inconvenience.

Will the village pursue the case of Mashrams death?

I-I dont know Normally, the one responsible for it would be severely pursued, or at worst, the entire village could be burned down as a penalty But in the current situation, if it is true that the Crusaders have been defeated, then even such an investigation could be vague

They didnt seem to know how to deal with these situations.

What do you intend to do?

W-Well, I dont think we have much choice but to keep our mouths shut.

His reply was immediate.

However, it wasnt like he could have said something like Ill hand you over to the Crusaders! or anything like that.

U-Umm, this is an entirely different topic, but Ah Umm What What do you plan to do now?

And I couldnt be too upfront about what my intentions were either.

Im not going to harm this village, but if you really appreciate my help in dealing with that unit, Ill take a reward.

Eeek! H-How How much do you want? L-Like I said earlier, this village doesnt have much food or money to spare I-Im not sure I can offer anything that would satisfy you

If you can arrange the necessary preparations so that two people can travel, thats good enough for me. Rest a.s.sured.

Even now, Randolph was so terribly desperate that he was hanging his head in front of me, and I hadnt chosen the best words to say what I wanted. I should have antic.i.p.ated this and chosen my words more carefully.

At any rate, if I could get myself back to Spada, then great.

Oh, I see, sure, sure, thank you very much!

I could only manage to say sure as Randolph had started to bow repeatedly in grat.i.tude as if he was rubbing his forehead against the table.

B-By the way Can I ask you something?

Our conversation seemed to have reached a halt. I supposed he was ent.i.tled to at least ask me a question. Besides, I could always choose not to answer it.

It looks like youve gone through some sort of ordeal Are you perhaps some kind of knight that has managed to escape from the battlefield?

I couldnt just say no, Im just a wandering traveller who happened to be pa.s.sing by. He had already witnessed me cut down one Crusader soldier after another as if I was mowing down tall gra.s.s.

But I didnt nod right away. Instead, I remained silent, and glared at Randolph.

Eeek! I-Im sorry! I wasnt trying to snoop on your circ.u.mstances I-I was just thinking, if you maybe didnt want to be found by the Crusades, then maybe there was something we could probably cooperate with you depending on what you wanted to do

If he believed I was some kind of deserter, of course he would think I didnt want to be found by the Crusaders. But what did he mean by cooperating with me?

What do you mean?

W-Well, if thats okay with you You could hide here in our village.

To hide in the village, huh?

I hadnt thought of that. I had simply planned to steal from this village and then disappear with the wind.

To be honest, there was no reason for me to stay in such a place forever. Rather, since it was in the middle of enemy territory, it was best for us to return to Spada as soon as possible.

But the question was, could we actually depart for Spada under our current circ.u.mstances?

If the Crusaders were defeated, many of their defeated soldiers would flow this way from the Alsace Fortress. And the road from here to Virginia, where the harbor is located, will be full of Crusader eyes for some time. So if you dont make haste Then it would be definitely easier for you to hide here and keep a low profile until this chaos subsides

Like Sariel said, soldiers would soon be flowing back from Alsace. They might not let go of that frontline base entirely, and they might be more vigilant in case of a counterattack from Spada but it was true that there would be fewer troops there than they were now.

It seemed that I would have no better choice than to simply lay low and wait for the right time.

Besides, were in the middle of winter. No matter where you go, the road ahead will be rough. Going off road and into the snowy forests and mountains to go undetected would be nothing short of suicide.

I knew that it would be very possible for Sariel and I to travel even through snowy mountains, but it would still be quite dangerous. Was there really any benefit to rus.h.i.+ng home and exposing ourselves to the danger of traversing the Galahad Mountains in the middle of winter?

I had to think hard about that.

So you offer me shelter in your village. Whats in it for you?

I didnt think this man was offering me to stay here without getting something in return.

He was, after all, offering shelter to a very dangerous man who was capable of killing dozens in a matter of seconds. He was either trying to get something out of this, or trying to set me up.

He turned away from my glaring gaze, but after a couple of sighs, Randolph opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.

With your help, our village should be okay, even if more of the defeated soldiers come here to attack us.

So youd be employing me as some kind of bouncer.

Thats correct.

It was a quite drastic proposition. I was a bit taken aback, to be honest.

In fact, even without the Crusaders, the surroundings of this village are still infested with dangerous monsters. Even now, most of the villages vigilante corps members are in the woods, driving giant armored bears out of the villages borders

Mashram and his party had appeared at the worst time for the village.

However, even if all the village vigilantes had been around, those five heavy knights and that Wind Mage would have destroyed them anyway.

Those things have already killed and eaten three of our villagers, and are now persistently prowling around the village, probably because they crave the taste of human flesh

The first victim had been a lumberjack. He had been attacked and eaten alive by the first armored bear as soon as he set foot into the forest.

The sudden appearance of such a fearsome monster prompted two of the Crusader soldiers stationed in the village to hunt for it, which they succeeded at, but were soon killed by another one of them.

And at this moment, it seemed that every villager in what would be their own self-defense forces was out there, ready to die as they challenged those monstrosities.

Even so, I had never heard of a monster called armored bear. Perhaps, as the name suggests, they would look like regular bears but wearing armor, that is, being covered in some kind of hard sh.e.l.l But at any rate, they wouldnt be like anything Id ever seen before.

There is no guarantee that a new monster will not appear after these armored bears are dealt with. This village might be a dangerous place that could be crushed by monsters at any time Still, to us pioneers who have been abandoned by our home country, we dont have any other place we can call home.

Then, the tearful Randolph once again lowered his head.

Ill sc.r.a.pe up a reward for you somehow, so please Please, stay in this village and protect it, at least until the Crusaders movements here have subsided!

I didnt know whether I could trust him or not. I couldnt give him an immediate answer.

Ill be back tomorrow.

That was the best answer I could give him at the time.

Ah, please wait! Would you tell me your name, if thats okay with you?

Which reminded me, I had forgotten to tell him my name. Or rather, I knew that it would be quite risky to tell them my true name, so I had purposefully avoided doing that.

However, having reached this point, it would be better for me to give them a name.

My name is Kuroe.

Of course, it was a fake name.

Sariel was going through a period of terribly vague memories.

Haah Haah One One more day?

The brain of a homunculus is excellent. And s.h.i.+rasaki Yurikos memory was also outstanding. At the very least, Sariel kept remembering her experiences and memories almost as vividly as if they had happened quite recently.

Therefore, now Sariel, whose memory shackles had been completely destroyed through Kuronos efforts, now had her own memories as well as s.h.i.+rasaki Yurikos and the memories of Yuriko s.h.i.+rasaki.

Haah Phew I I found it

Thats why there should never be a moment for her where her memories felt hazy or vague. If anything, it would be something like s.h.i.+rasaki Yurikos early childhood Actually, there could be only one other period of terrible instability in Sariels body that would make it impossible to remember it clearly.

I found it A way to leave my mind behind, even if I were to disappear

It was the time when s.h.i.+rasaki Yurikos personality and the personality that would eventually become Sariel existed at the same time.

At that time, the Angel Ring was causing s.h.i.+rasaki Yurikos essence to walk the path of gradual destruction while at the same time gradually generating the new personality as Sariel.

During her early days of existence as Sariel, the aspects of her new personality awakened only for a short time at any given day. However, its growth accelerated within just a few days.

Before long, her new personality was able to awaken only whenever her former personality was asleep. As her new personality continued to grow, it gradually began to take over the old one as the times where each personality was awake got reversed.

From the formers personalitys point of view, it would soon find itself falling into the illusion that she was spending most of the day sleeping.

This gradual personality reversal phenomenon may have been experienced by Kurono himself as well.

However, Kurono had managed to remain as Kurono Mao since he succeeded in escaping the grasp of the Angel Ring at the last moment, right before his personality disappeared.

It had been a miracle that could only happen to one in several hundreds no, as far as Sariel knew, it could only happen to one in several thousands of experimental bodies.

However, as s.h.i.+rasaki Yuriko was no exception, she could not escape the fate of her personality disappearing.

Haha, if there is magic then there are also curses

Her will had been completely wiped out.

So this was just a memory. It was nothing but a vague memory mixed with noise because two personalities existed in one body at the same time back then.

There was a certain curse Without a doubt, that was a curse

With great difficulty, the memory she recalled had been revived.

Maneuvering experiments. Repeated over and over for G.o.d knows how long.

A single human standing as her opponent. He was armed with nothing but a simple steel longsword, completely ordinary until a faint, red-black, eerie aura emerged from its blade.

In other words, a cursed weapon.

Then, even I

She didnt have too much of a hard time.

Back then, the one in charge of her body was still her former personality, that is, s.h.i.+rasaki Yuriko.

Compared to the newborn Sariel No, even now, Sariel still thought like this. Even now that she had acc.u.mulated battle experience as the Seventh Apostle, she wouldnt be able to fight as well as s.h.i.+rasaki Yuriko ever did.

Even I

However, this is probably the last maneuvering experiment that s.h.i.+rasaki Yuriko ever fought in. No matter how many times Sariel rummaged through her memories, she couldnt find any battle records of her ever since.

Then, Sariel accurately remembered the next maneuvering experiment. Her opponent was a golem. It wasnt a Light Golem, but a wild golem that was made up of rocks and was over 3 meters tall.

The scene of her spear piercing through the core located in the golems chest was immediately revived in her brain.

In other words, s.h.i.+rasaki Yurikos personality disappeared completely at some point between the battle with the cursed swordsman and the battle with the golem. Every single memory after that point was completely clear.

Hey, you, other me

Thats why Sariel wasnt confident about her memories around this time.

I dont hold any grudges against you

This feeling felt like a dream.

I dont want this feeling to disappear.

s.h.i.+rasaki Yuriko was speaking to Sariel.

Thats why Ill engrave this into my heart this curse called love.

She was speaking her last words.

Kurono-kun, I love you

With a click, Sariel opened her red eyes wide.

Her situation hadnt changed. She was laying on the bed inside that small cabin. The sunny winter suns.h.i.+ne was s.h.i.+ning through the windows, brightly illuminating the room.

She had slept lightly. And she had dreamed. The contents of that dream were unclear but Sariel decided that it wasnt something she wanted to worry about.

Her precise internal clock told her that the time was just around noon.

Sariel closed her eyes again and continued to lay in bed.

The fact that she had carelessly fallen asleep twice by now could have been proof that her physical strength hadnt fully recovered yet. Yesterday, she had been in a literal fight to the death using her power as an Apostle, and then, after the battle, she had spent the night with Kurono At any rate, she felt that she must be still in a state of fatigue.

However, sleeping alone was too dangerous. Sariel wasnt planning to fall asleep a third time. Even so, her having no choice but to remain in bed made her feel like she was nothing but a doll that had been left unfinished and abandoned.

She didnt want to fall asleep, but she needed to be physically rested so that she didnt use up extra physical strength. And at the same time, her awakened consciousness was sharply alerted to the outside of the cabin.

The inside of the cabin was surrounded by silence.

All she could hear was the smooth humming of the stream just behind the hut and the occasional beautiful birdsongs from the forest.

There was an atmosphere of a scenic spot full of abundant nature that people living in the city could only long for but this was still a dungeon.

At that moment, Sariel heard the sound of twigs being stepped on in the distance.

Distance is 300.

She had determined that the noise had come from 300 meters away from her current position.

It was right then that Sariel realized that her abilities had fallen to less than one-third of her usual strength.

Had she been focusing on finding an enemy, she would have been able to hear every noise within a 1km radius. And that distance was now only 300 meters. And it had also been so because the sound itself had been quite distinct.

But Sariel simply accepted that fact. She could no longer remember the feeling of attachment to power that her former Apostle self was so proud of.

Without a single emotion in her heart, Sariel continued to pay attention to the existence of someone using her enhanced senses..

Distance is 100.

This someone seemed to be heading straight towards this cabin. She heard the sound of this person stepping over branches and twigs a second time, then a third time, but once he was within 100 meters, she could feel his presence clearly.

And she was convinced that the person approaching the cabin was not Kurono.

A rough nasal breathing. The sound of footsteps moving through the thick snow. All these sounds had already reached Sariels ears clearly.

The thing outside the cabin was a monster.

Distance is 10.

The monster stopped right outside the cabin.

It was only one monster. There were no signs of others like it around. It was probably a species that hunted alone.

It was at least much bigger than the average human. By summing up the auditory information collected up to this point, Sariel could infer that it was about the size of an elephant when walking on four legs. It was a medium-sized monster, but its ferocious presence indicated a certain level of danger.

Such a dreadful creature was lurking right outside the cabin.

However, Sariel didnt move. And even if she had wanted to move, she couldnt.

She could feel the monster circling around the cabin as if trying to look inside. It was already aware that there was prey inside, and it had learned that from a distance of at least 300 meters.

Sariel waited patiently. Her eyes were still closed, and she remained motionless as if sleeping. She would remain like this until the monster dared step into the cabin.

She had told Kurono that the cabin was surrounded by a barrier that warded off monsters, but that explanation hadnt been accurate. Though there was indeed a barrier, it only worked against weak monsters.

The weak wavelength of magical power emitted around the cabin was only able to ward off goblins and slimes at best. It wasnt strong enough to be effective at keeping this hungry medium-sized monster away.

Until this day, monsters and animals had not been able to enter the cabin while it was empty thanks to the barrier that was still effective even if its master was gone. But now that someone was inside, larger monsters would be lured to the cabin as they searched for prey.

Here it comes.

After circling the cabin several times, the monster stood directly in front of the door and then took a step forward.

Sariel didnt even need her superhuman hearing to detect the sound of the monsters steps on the snow as it approached the cabins door.

Then, it stood right in front of the door as if it was about to ring the bell And the next moment, one of the cabins walls was gone.

The deafening roar of a ferocious beast echoed along with the thunderous sound of doors and wooden walls being smashed.

Armored bear.

Sariel knew the name of the monster that had just appeared before her.

It was a monster commonly known in the Republic of Sinclair as the armored bear. It was one of the most famous monsters that inhabited the entire Ark continent. As its name implies, it looked like a big bear wearing something similar to steel armor plates.

The true ident.i.ty of its armor was a metallic sh.e.l.l. It had an aggressive design with thorns, like a crabs carapace, and a dull gray s.h.i.+ne. Its thickness and hardness were comparable to the real full plate mail worn by Armor Knights. In fact, looking at both of raw defensive capabilities without taking magical effects into account, the armored bear had the better gear.

The armored bear that had appeared was about 5 meters tall. It was larger than the average. If it were to stand up straight, it would break through the cabins ceiling. It had broken into the cabin while walking on all fours, as if it was forcingly bending its body to do so.

It then roared sharply, perhaps out of an urge to intimidate its prey, or even out of joy of itself actually finding it.

Sariel opened her eyes, directing her sharp red gaze towards the intruder.

The armored bear and Sariel stared at each other for a while. The one who was going to eat and the one who was going to be eaten. Their relations.h.i.+p was clear.

A small human girl lying unprotected facing a giant armored bear full of wild, raw power. And the girl had no legs to escape and only one left arm to swing a weapon with.

However, there was no weapon powerful enough to penetrate the armored bears ironclad defense in this cabin. Kurono had taken with him the only knife there had been.

Since she was unable to move, Sariel was as good as dead meat from the armored bears perspective. She was nothing but a delicious morsel that was unable to run away or resist.

Therefore, the monster had no need for hesitation or vigilance. Its thick, yet large, knife-like claws rudely approached Sariels white body.

The armored bear threw itself violently at Sariel. From its point of view, it was just a casual action used to suppress its prey. But the swing of its ironclad arms was powerful enough to smash the bed on which Sariel lay in half.

Blankets and sheets were torn apart by the armored bears vicious claws, flying in the air as if dancing to the roaring sound of the wooden bed being smashed. But there was no Sariel to be found under the armored bears claws, and no delicate white body had been crushed by them.

Phew.

A short breathing sound. When the armored bear perceived it with its highly sensitive hearing, he was finally able to find Sariel.

Sariels body was floating in the air. It had bounced on the spot.

The moment the armored bear brought its arms down, she used her torso like a spring, propelling herself up into the air without the need for arms or legs to support her motion.

Sariel, who didnt have the ability to fly like a fairy, should have fallen into the wreckage of the crushed bed soon afterwards, but before that could happen, she moved her remaining left hand.

Her white fingertips gently touched the protruding armored bears arm. They were shaped as if a small thorn had been appended to their ends.

Using them as a grapple, Sariel pulled her own body towards the armored bear.

The monster opened its large mouth to chomp down on Sariels small body, her white hand was already in front of it. A small hand that resembled a knife.

Stinger

A single ray of light pierced the armored bears head.

Since she no longer had any white magical power, Sariel couldnt use magic. However, the magical power in her body was not zero. She still had access to the magical power of life needed for homunculus to exist.

Basically, magic uses primary color magical power. Which attributes reside in the body, or whether ones own vital force could be converted into primary color magical power, depended on the talent and const.i.tution of each individual.

And without any white magical power, it was also impossible for Sariel to generate the pseudo-primary color magical power required to activate magic.

However, martial arts that tap into ones vital force to be activated were no problem for her.

Thus Sariel was able to unleash her Stinger, which had the power of martial arts in addition to her superhuman strength, which was hard to believe from her slender and frail-looking left arm.

Its piercing force, which boasted the power as a charge lance, was aimed at the eyes of the armored bear. Its head was covered with a sh.e.l.l like a helmet, and its forehead was thickly covered. However, its eyes were completely unprotected.

Sariel thrust his fingertips into the only weak point exposed in the armored bears face.

Her middle finger poked into an eyeball. From there, the piercing mercilessly pushed forward as if digging into its eye socket. While breaking the sh.e.l.l around his eyes, Sariels hand completely penetrated into the head of the armored bear.

Her fingertips smashed through the hard skull effortlessly, finally reaching the fragile brain protected within it.

Its much smaller than a persons. Even Sariels small palm could hold it.

Then she squeezed the armored bears brain. It felt like crus.h.i.+ng a ripe tomato.

The armored bear stopped moving and collapsed on the spot, making a short but painful cry as Sariel pulled her hand out of its eye.

Her broken body was strong enough to hit it with her martial art, but the action of pulling her hand out in an instant was impossible without the help of her right arm or both legs.

Sariel managed to pull her left arm out of the armored bears head by shaking her body after falling on the wreckage of the destroyed bed.

Black blood painted the lower side of her arm all the way to the elbow, and small brain pieces were clinging to her muddy fingertips.

Sariel gazed at her dirty left arm with her bright red eyes. Then she looked left and right.

What should I do?

Sariel closed her eyes as if she was going back to sleep, either to think what she could say to apologize to Kurono for this mess, or to escape this reality for a while.