(Barella / Aurevia Bratio Ilf )
[Underground 11th floor - Zone 1]
I was led by several guards to another room... Even though this is an official military camp, I can't help but feel uneasy.
I really hope my intuition is wrong. It's unsettling to be separated from Walson like this... With Grace and lon not around, if sothing were to happen, it would be troubleso with only .
...It's quite annoying, to think that the[Wedding Dagger] that should be treated as a noble item is being treated rudely just because the one who holds the item is a [Villager]. Enduring treatnt like being imprisoned, I'm amazed Walson can swallow his anger. He actually stopped when I was about to get angry.
Those people's heads are truly foolish and reckless. Even though I wear the honor badge bestowed by the royal family, they still wouldn't listen to us. They insisted on contacting the royal family to confirm information before releasing Walson.
...Well, I don't really want to wander around this city anyway. Even if I can freely move in and out, it's more practical to stay by Walson's side. But even this rare mont of solitude got interrupted.
"Please have a seat." I entered a room that resembled an office, and a man who seed like a high-ranking officer spoke to this way.
There were only two people in the office.
"Thank you." Out of habit, I bowed and adjusted my posture, taking a seat on the wooden chair in front of the desk.
"Such elegant manners, as expected from the third daughter of the original Bratio Ilf family." He also sat in front of and pointed at the tea pot. "Would you like so tea?"
His words shocked a bit... This person actually know my identity?
"...No need." Despite that, I maintained a smile. "May I ask what brings you to find ?"
"As expected of Miss Ilf. Well then... I won't waste any more ti." He revealed a brilliant smile, and in the next mont, his skin began to lt away.
Behind the crumbling exterior, a pair of sinister eyes looked at as if smiling. This grotesque and eerie image suddenly imprinted in my vision, causing to squint involuntarily.
"Allow to reintroduce myself. I am Julian, the overseer of the [Sacrant Wardens], not sparing any effort to welco you. Please forgive the inconvenience." Finally, sitting in front of was a man wearing black leather armor... Just like , is he an elf too?
"What's this?"
"To negotiate with you, I've employed a complete disguise magic."
...I've heard before that there's a kind of magic that can completely transform one's appearance into that of another person, at the cost of one's life, essentially stealing soone else's face... Even in espionage, there are unspoken rules against using this magic, and yet I'm seeing it here.
He must be soone who doesn't hesitate to use any ans... But, what is this [Sacrant Wardens] he ntioned?
But I don't have the luxury to understand it now. This is clearly an abnormal situation; Walson must be in trouble.
I stood up, wanting to leave, but behind , two black-clad individuals holding daggers had appeared, emanating a chilling aura of death.
"I advise you not to act recklessly... Well, even though you're a hero, as an elf, without your [Elf Weapon], you can't do anything." His tone was filled with jest.
..." The two black-clad figures forced back into my seat.
Is his na Julian? This is quite an elegant ambush.
"Let's continue our negotiation. I really don't want to resort to violence here, it would be troubleso to involve all of you." Julian shrugged, then took out a cloth pouch and placed it on the table.
"What is this?"
"Three Emperor Gold Coins, equivalent to the value of three thousand gold coins. We want to buy sothing from you."
"What is it?" Is it one of my equipnt?
"No, what we want to buy is the slave by your side."
His words montarily left stunned – buying a slave?
Is he talking about lon? But if she wants to buy her, they should go to Walson, Why would they co to ?
"That slave… His na is Walson, right? He's your slave, right? He’s quite a charming [Villager]."
"..." And then, I finally understood his words.
So, Walson has been considered a slave by this [Sacrant Wardens].
Our slave huh... The intelligence that they gathered was incorrect, but from the look of it, they know Walson's value.
...Though I still don't fully understand the situation, I do comprehend that their target is Walson.
I tried using [Party Telepathy] to contact Grace and the others, but I received no response... They wouldn't disregard Walson's safety. It's likely that a barrier or object preventing telepathic communication has been set up here.
Treating soone as a slave just because they're a [Villager]? I must say, that's quite superficial.
"Let outline a few reasons why you should agree to our terms." Julian crossed his hands in front of his face and continued smiling.
"First, all your equipnt, including your [Elven Bow], is locked in a warehouse. If you resist, you're just a lamb awaiting slaughter."
"Second, even if you were to leave from here, you wouldn't find that [Villager] anymore. Our comrade has used a teleportation item to take him away, and you won't know his location."
"Third, don't even think about opposing us. We've brought twenty people, four elite squads."
"Considering the above, take the money and leave quickly. Don't throw away your life for a slave!" With that, he pushed the money pouch towards and then started laughing. The two individuals behind joined in mocking laughter.
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In the end, I extended my hand and grabbed the money pouch. The laughter of the three grew louder.
"As compensation for wasting my ti, I'll accept this money." I spoke, and the laughter from the two ceased.
Behind , one of the black-clad figures had a spring knife in his left eye, while the other had their head blown to pieces by an arrow from [Apache].
"Well then, let outline a few reasons why you must lose." The wooden table turned into splinters upon a close impact. I used [Apache] to crush Julian's foot, preventing him from escaping.
"First, confiscating equipnt ans nothing to ." I stood up calmly, and the warmth in my words rapidly cooled.
Ignoring his agonized screams, I chanted [Equipnt Calling] as I spoke.
Cloak, dress, boots, spring knife, [Apache], [Apollo] – within half a second, they replaced the lightweight clothing I had been wearing monts before.
"Second, it doesn't matter where you've hidden him, we'll find him." I reduced Julian's hands to minced at; not for any particular reason, I just wanted to increase his suffering.
Finding Walson isn't difficult. I just need to leave here, contact Grace, or ride Rifle to find him myself.
"Third, twenty people? Please, that amount won’t even be enough for a warm up, next ti, bring more man; well, there won't be a next ti for you." Then I exploded his abdon, all while avoiding hitting his vital organs, of course.
Watching Julian, who wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, struggling in pain, I aid [Apache] at his forehead.
"Considering the above, shut your filthy mouth and die quickly." I pulled the trigger, and just like that, the man slumped down lifelessly into the ground.
Damn it, it has been such a long ti since I last felt this angry.
The last ti I got this enraged was when that bitch snatched Barlon away from
Previously, I thought this state of mind was sothing that I would never feel again as long as I’m staying by Walson's side, but now...
...Walson, I'm coming to find you imdiately. As for the trash by your side, well, there's no need to leave a single one alive.
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