Chapter 06: What’s Your Name?

 

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Episode 6 What’s Your Name?

Silence.

No one but Al and Colin could tell what had happened.

With a dull thud, the man on the horse suddenly lost his head.

The remaining body is still wavering on the horse’s back, but …… anyone can see that he is dead. It’s like the headless knight Dullahan, a superior undead.

‘…… Baroness Albert Falconer, son of. What is your name?”

“…… u…… eh?”

Al dismounted without a second thought, identified himself to the one with the rope in his hand, and asked who or what he was.

“…… Okay, Colin. This guy didn’t say his name, did he?”

“Yes. This man has not responded to Master Al’s request for a name. He still hasn’t said his name. A person who does not respond to the name is a bandit in the direct jurisdiction of the royal family.”

“What? Hey! No, wait I’m ……!”

The head popped with a bang.

The man’s face split in two with a damp bursting sound, probably from the angle of the bullet, and he fell backward, spewing its contents. He died. He was definitely dead.

“…… Baron Albert Falconer, son of Baron Falconer. What is your name?”

“…… ah? ……”

Al does who-knows-what to the other dismounting man.

Al and Colin don’t care about the headless knight or the man who died with his head ripped open like a pomegranate. They ask questions as if they were repeating their work. Their behavior further accentuates the abnormality.

“…… Okay, Colin. This is …….”

“Ohhhhhh! My name is Dig! I’m Dig! It’s Dig! Dig! Dig!

“…… Hey, ……, you’ve got a name, …….”

Baron Falconer.

A frontier clan of mad warriors. One of the five southern families.

Who’s said to be more ogre-like than an ogre.

Albert Falconer, Baron Falconer’s son.

Also known as Al.

He is the true blood of Falconer.

He is a true Falconer, although his direction as a madman is a little different, looking at the devastation, everyone would call him a Falconer.

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………………So? Dig, you say? What are you guys?”

No one defied Al’s words any longer. The red-haired girls, who had initially approached him to use him as a cover, only trembled out of the corner of their eye. She must have thought again. “I’m in trouble.”

“……, yes! We are …… the private army of Viscount Bewley’s family. ……

“Viscount Bewley? Is that a noble family around here?

“No, no! We are not a noble family that is adjacent to the royal family’s direct jurisdiction! We are a noble family from a territory four days away by horse!”

Even Al’s simple question was answered in desperation, as if he did not want Al to get in a bad mood. To Al’s satisfaction. Of course. Because there is still a “real case” lying right beside him.

“Uh? That …… private army of Viscount Bewley’s family, which is a bit far from here, goes out to the royal family’s direct territory and kidnaps children? Or are these children felons or something? If so, why don’t we just kill them right here and dump them, since they’ve just done something like a thief to us?”

There is no warmth in Al now.. “I’ll kill this guy!” like the heat of the moment. But everyone in the room already knows. Al is a man of action. He can kill a human being without a second thought while maintaining a normal temperature.

The red-haired girl suddenly paled when she heard Al’s matter-of-fact statement. How much fear did she feel?

“No, no! I’m not going to kidnap her! It’s true that the captain ……, the one who first approached you, …… made some misleading statements, but! We are not kidnappers, sir!”

“Ah! Oh! We are not felons! Please believe me!”

In addition to the girl, two of the other three children have fainted from the horror …… and shock of the tragedy. The red-haired girl is also desperate.

Everyone was making excuses for Al. It was hard to keep track of them, and there was not much useful information.

“I told you, Colin. We should head for the capital as soon as possible because getting involved in …… is bothersome.”

“Even so… We can’t just ignore it, can we? At the very least. Shouldn’t you make an apology to Viscount Bewley? There’s still plenty of room at the academy. ……”

As it turned out, the private soldiers of Viscount Bewley’s family were also just following the children without being informed of the details.

The children, being children, were adamant that they did not want to talk in front of the private soldiers. The red-haired girl stood up to Al with a trembling voice and body, refusing to give up on that.

　In response to the girl’s determination, Al simply told her not to talk about it if she did not want to. He thought it would be better to keep silent than to be coy and give out information in small doses.

“Well, anyway, you guys should go home. We’ll be staying in a nearby village, so we’ll wait for instructions from Viscount Bewley. However, after fifteen days, we will leave for the capital. Is that okay?”

“Sir, yes, Sir! That’s fine, sir!”

The language is no longer correct.

　Viscount Bewley’s private army. The three remaining men will return to Viscount Bewley’s house with the two bodies……. “I don’t want to come back!” They returned home with the earnest wish that they would never have to return.

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“And? Let’s hear it again. If you don’t want other people to hear, tell me before we go to the village. Oh, yeah If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine too. I don’t care. I’m just saying goodbye here.”

“…… What?”

“It’s okay. When Master Al said goodbye, he didn’t mean to kill you or anything like that. ……”

In the red-haired girl’s mind, Al, the assassin, has become her perception. She takes in such meanings and intentions in each word.

“…… Oh, um, …… wow, I’m …… Fram and I are……. I was imprisoned by the Viscount Bewley family. The three of them were also imprisoned. …… About half a month ago, we all escaped together.”

Fram, a red-haired girl, tells her story.

When she was a child, soldiers suddenly broke into her house, killing her father, mother, grandparents, and brother, and kidnapping and imprisoning Fram herself.

She was not harmed, and the food she was served was much better than what she usually ate.

The days go by with no idea of exactly what’s going on, but the soldiers on guard, the maids who clean our rooms and bring meals, and the occasional visitor who appears to be a mage …… all tell the story of Fram. From what they told her, Fram was a descendant of a certain noble family whose lineage has been lost, and he was using that bloodline to construct magic. In other words, the imprisoned room itself is a magic circle that absorbs Fram’s mana daily in the form of a loose sacrifice.

If the bloodline was necessary, why did they kill their families?

It’s not something that Al, Colin, or Fram could have known, but Those who constructed the magic circle simply practiced the fact that mana is also roused by an emotional upsurge. In other words, they killed their family just to sway Fram’s emotions. Right in front of her eyes. Outrageous.

The three children that Fram currently has with him. They are also “items” to shake Fram’s emotions.

They make friends with Fram, who continues to live a lonely life, and when the relationship deepens, they kill her in front of her eyes. The children were prepared for just that purpose.

In the first place, Fram was able to escape thanks to the maids she befriended. She simply thinks so, but in reality, she is wrong.

The maids were just another item to sway Fram’s emotions. We’re almost out! At such a time, the maids whom she trusted betrayed her. Afterward, feeling desperate, Fram was supposed to be taken back to the magic circle.

However, the plan goes awry. A few of the maids and soldiers went to their deaths to help Fram and the others escape. I don’t know what moved the hearts and lives of these collaborators. But they are out there now, in exchange for the lives of some of their collaborators. Fram and the others do not know that the collaborators are no longer in this world.

In Viscount Bewley’s household, since Fram, who was the key to the magic circle, has gone out, the magic composition that has been built up over time is being lost rapidly, and they are trying to bring her back as soon as possible.

Such are the circumstances.

“Hmm. Is that why you’re running away?

“Huh? Yeah, that’s right. ……”

“Did you say, Fram? You can use magic to some extent, can’t you? Do you have the strength to fight?”

Al asks. His tone is the same as before, but the eyes have a different seriousness to them. Fram had noticed this as well.

“…… Wow, I don’t have any. I can barely use magic, I can just see some of the mana flow. ……But, but! There is no such thing as …… escape. …… There is no such thing as running away from ……!”

Fram never wants to escape either. If she had the power, she would want to kill those people who killed …… her family. There is also a desire for revenge. But in reality, she doesn’t have that kind of power.

I’ve been taught some magic during my imprisonment, in the name of improving the efficiency of the construction of the magic circle, but …… they are the enemies of my family. The thought of being used for their convenience …… never left my mind.

These thoughts become a dull light in your eyes.

“…… Colin. What do you think?”

“Well, …… even if it’s true that Viscount Bewley’s family is conducting such magical research, …… it doesn’t seem like there’s anything we can do about it. It’s what noble families do. ……”

If what Fram says is true, then there is no way that an individual mage is doing this on his own. It is being done with the knowledge of Viscount Bewley. In other words, it makes enemies of the noble families.

It’s not a problem that can be managed by an individual.

“….. Fram. And the other kids. What are you guys going to do now? If you have nowhere else to live, you can go to Falconer territory. Colin, that’s good enough for you, right?”

“Haha. Of course, it’s fine. With Master Al’s help, no one in Falconer territory will object.”

Al and Colin turned their gaze to Fram.

“Huh? …… What? We have no a place to go back to, but …… if the. If I could live in Falconer territory, …… I’d like to ask you to ……”

(A place to go back to ……? It’s a horrible story. There was an episode in the game where the …… family was slaughtered and kidnapped or something. I think I remember some of it. I’m not sure if it’s called Fram or Viscount Bewley or something else, but I’m pretty sure it’s …… about a guy who studies demon magic. If the game’s setting is correct, Fram’s ancestors must be a mixture of demons and human races. He kidnapped people who had developed powers in an ancestral way and used them as test subjects or something like that. ……

What was going to happen to this episode in the end ……? At least the experimenter was supposed to be dead when the heroes got in. A man who imperfectly shaped his research into magic became a demonic being and attacked him or something. ……Well, the rest was just normal combat and that was it? If Fram was that experiment, does it still coincide with the time of the game ……?)”

Al ponders alone in silence.

Colin is interceding for Fram, who has become anxious. He said, “That was just a symptom, like a seizure. Don’t worry about it,” he said.

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Al turns his eyes, the lights go.

Fram swallowed her words with a gulp.

“Fram. I don’t care about that. I told you earlier, didn’t I? If you had the strength to fight, you wouldn’t have run away. Those are the only words I respect. That’s what I respect. The Falconers respect those who seek the strength to fight. They respect those who don’t run from weakness. I’m a member of House Falconer, after all.

Fram. It’s not just about running away. Don’t just live. Be strong. One day, you will not run away, you will fight Viscount Bewley. …… Colin, teach them a thing or two, will you?”

“Yes, sir. …… After all, Master Al is of the Falconer family.”

Even though he hates it, Al is the embodiment of the Falconer family.

In the first place, no one but Al suspected anything.