102 – Strike-3

“Will this be enough?”

“Of course not.”

It was the first time that Ceres looked normal, not in her usual maid outfit.

“It’s not that we don’t know that food crises can happen, it’s food that we legally buy from people we already know.”

Through a few magic items, we were fully immersed in these streets.

“I gave him a little extra money, but he’s no threat with this.”

“Isn’t that meaningless then?”

“It’s not that there isn’t. Whatever the reason, we have to create a probability that problems will arise.”

Ceres tilted her face cutely, then shook her head as if she didn’t understand.

“Ugh, I don’t know. Isn’t it all useless?”

“why?”

“Just like we did at the fort, can’t we beat and threaten the current head of household or something?”

“It’s not that it’s not okay…”

It was not difficult to raid the family mansion and kidnap the head of the family, rather than engaging in an all-out war with the entire army of the estate.

It just can’t hold back.”

“Speaking of that…”

Come to think of it, after the incident, Ceres wasn’t with the other women when she talked about it.

It was difficult to hear what was inside without opening a window or talking loudly, so it was not strange even if she said it so easily.

“It was so cool. How angry I was at that time. If the master didn’t step out, I would have tried to step out? To caress the master’s cheek like that, I haven’t done it yet!”

“Well, how about that. If you want to try it, it doesn’t matter if you do it now.”

I said it without thinking, but Ceres blushed.

“Yes? No, it’s too open here, and there are people passing by… Hey?”

When I bent over and put a cheek on her, she made a cute sound.

“Me, low visibility! We weren’t supposed to stand out here!”

“Well, it’s not like that.”

When I returned to the inn after a bit of arguing, a small child was sitting on my bed.

“Is it okay to stay here, Parsier?”

The little boy opened his mouth as if nothing had happened.

“Hmm, I tried to disguise myself… but was it awkward?”

“It’s awkward, because you’re the only one here. Are there any problems yet?”

“We are faithfully following your orders. The number has increased, and we have not spilled or caused any damage.”

“I’ve heard rumors from this side as well. It’s going well. It will take more time to get into the ears of the nobles, but I think we can proceed like this for now.”

“I’ve never done anything like the ‘Wicked Old Witch’ so openly. Threatening the citizens with an army of skeletons, that’s right.”

“Because I need it. I can’t help this much.”

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“However, it lacks skulls. It needs more bones to look a little more menacing.”

“I’m only going to go to dark places anyway. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little out of shape. There’s no need to use human bones.”

“Hmm…”

“It’s not a direct fight, so there’s no need to consider strength or speed. Think of moving the bone tomb appropriately, and somehow increase the scale.”

Farseer nodded.

“I’m dubious… but it looks pretty familiar.”

“It’s not the first time.”

When the demon king was not yet dead, no one cared about the lives of the local people.

I was the only one who could do anything. Naturally, there was little I could do as I had no understanding of this place and no strength.

“Even the unknown requests I made back then… Were you trying to make me do something like this?”

“You didn’t do it anyway.

“It’s okay to move a few skeletons. I have magic prepared, so I can’t use magic indefinitely, but…”

I know it in my head. The warriors’ party’s ability to deal with crises was entirely within the wizard’s grasp.

Such as using emergency teleportation spells prepared when a fight breaks out in a dangerous situation, or recovering Celia as quickly as possible when she is knocked down.

“…done.”

He didn’t seem happy to talk about the old days. I don’t know if I get annoyed again.

“Take good care of it. I really don’t want to release the Skeleton Soldiers.”

“It’s a bit inefficient, but those aren’t skeleton soldiers.”

As if to be relieved, Farseer stretched out his body and yawned.

“As you said, it’s just a piece of bone that moves with a thread attached to it. If I don’t touch it myself, it will just stop and do nothing.”

“Then I’m glad.”

“What happened to Nerwen?”

“There’s no problem with that either.”

She can easily perform the feat of shooting multiple arrows at once, if she can sacrifice some distance or accuracy.

If you apply that, she alone can play the role of a ‘monster in the forest or a group of bandits’.

“The anxiety has been created. Slowly, the higher ups should know about this.”

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“What did the apostle of Erinis come here for?”

William was a little wary, but couldn’t hide a vague longing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever lived a life where someone would take revenge… Did you come here with a request?”

Rumors were secretly known that the losers in politics donated the remaining money to the Temple of Erinis, bringing misfortune to those who sent them to the Maw.

But even though William thought he might fight, he couldn’t bear to be hostile to the old priest.

“It’s interesting. Everyone I visited used to say that.

The eyes of the priest who calmly tinkered with the holy relic gradually grew sharper.

“But do you know? Less than one in ten people readily admit that they deserve revenge. Most do not.”

“No way…”

His mouth was smiling, but his hands that touched the holy relic slowly began to stiffen. A cold atmosphere filled the room.

William slowly and carefully began to draw the sword from its scabbard. when the sword was half drawn.

“Huh, ha ha ha!”

Suddenly the priest laughed out loud. William, who was very nervous, smiled shyly.

“I’m kidding. You’re sure of your self-objectification. You’re right, Prince William.”

“That means…”

“That’s right. I didn’t come to harm you, but I came to help you according to Erinis’ orders.”

William was able to breathe a sigh of relief. There is no such thing as a skit to be assassinated and killed just now that he has barely settled down.

“It’s good that you didn’t come here because of a murder request. What does Erinis want from me? Unfortunately, I’m just an appointed lord, and the right to build a church…”

“It’s true that I came because of a murder request.”

At the priest’s words, William was startled again and pulled out the sword he had put in the scabbard.

“Oh, you didn’t come to kill me earlier…”

“That’s right. Specifically, I came because of your murder request.”

William pondered his past for a moment, but he had no recollection of committing the murder.

It didn’t seem like he’d made the request after drinking alcohol, and even if he did, there was no temple or priest of Erinis nearby.

“Is that so… Didn’t you pray to Erinis a long time ago?”

William rummaged up the memory and suddenly shut his mouth.

“I’m sure he was young, but he probably didn’t call Erinis simply out of jealousy or jealousy of someone.”

“…”

“Have you ever gone before Erinis with righteous anger, burning hatred, and a firm desire for revenge, and prayed on your knees?”

The forgotten past came to William’s mind. A childhood before becoming an adventurer that I had completely erased from my memory.

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Just imagining that moment made his heart ache.

“Isn’t there? Well, it can’t be helped without it. Erinis isn’t a meticulous and meticulous person, so things like this sometimes happen.”

Unlike the priest, who was laughing wildly, William was in no state to be able to laugh at all.

“I thought I couldn’t hear it… but it was just a prayer I prayed alone. I didn’t get an answer…”

“You’ve come to the right place. His temper is fickle, and it takes quite a bit of patience to get an answer.”

The priest touched the holy relic. A red aura lingered.

“But I think… He promised you then. Wait now. He will surely avenge you.”

William remembered the past. Memories of the hometown being destroyed by a fight and the loss of all of one’s parents.

“It’s meaningless now. You might be able to find someone to get your revenge on, and you’re not even in a realistic position to go out looking for it…”

“Sir William, you can leave such little things to God.”

“It’s such a trivial thing…”

“Never compromise. A man in the face of vengeance must not give in to reality simply because he lacks the ability or lack of time. Rather forget his anger and forgive him, but he must not be defeated by vengeance.”

The priest’s firm eyes glared at William without wavering.

“Your prayers have been answered.”