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Breakfast at the Count Grobrus’ house consisted of only hard bread, thin ham and cheese, and water.
It was so late in the day that one would have thought it would be noon when they left, though I should have just left this miserable house.
Unlike the simple atmosphere outside the walls, the people staying at the house were served a full-course meal in the morning.
It took time for each dish to be served, so the departure time seemed to have been delayed.
I’m sure all the knights will report on their treatment outside the castle walls, and I wonder what’s the point of making such a difference in treatment.
By the time the news finally arrived to us waiting in the magic carriage that we were leaving, we were already getting hungry.
Don’t scream when I’m standing in line to pick them up, my stomach.
We helped the servants of Count Grobrus and the butler and maids of the Viscount Lagart family load the luggage they had brought, and as we waited in line next to the magic carriage, the viscount group came out of the mansion.
“Thank you very much for your help, Count.” (Frederick)
“No, no, no, I am sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” (Andreas)
“No, you have been very hospitable. I had an incredible, fulfilling night.” (Frederick)
“I see, I am relieved to hear you say so. You should definitely stop by on your way back from the Royal Capital.” (Andreas)
“Thank you.” (Frederick)
The Count and the Viscount greeted each other with smiles, but no matter how you look at it, they both had fake smiles on their faces.
The count can’t go through the viscount’s stomach and the viscount is fed up with the count.
The Viscount and his family and Derrick got in, and then the butler and the maid got in, and I went to the coachman’s seat after confirming that the magic carriage door was closed.
I bowed to the count who had stayed behind to see us off and then headed to the seat, but I heard a muttering voice from behind me.
“Hmph, inferior species…” (Andreas)
I don’t know whether the Count was muttering so that I could hear him or not, or whether he didn’t expect me to hear him, but I pretended not to hear him and went up to the seat.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m closer to the Royal Capital that people are more prejudiced or if it’s just their own personal prejudice, but I’m sure I don’t feel good.
Leaving behind the gilded mansion with its extraneous aura of greed, the magic carriage heads down the narrow, neatly paved road.
As we returned from the narrow road leading to the Count’s mansion to the wide street, Mr. Novak increased the speed of the magic carriage.
The late departure must have thrown a wrench in the day’s schedule.
It would be difficult to fully make up for the delay, but it seemed that we would go as far as we could go today.
Because of the increased speed, the shaking of the magic carriage is greater than yesterday.
Mr. Novak, who usually talks a lot, was running the magic carriage with a tense look on his face today.
We had been driving at a fairly brisk pace, but it was almost three o’clock when we arrived at the village of Flos, where we were supposed to take a break for lunch.
My stomach growled several times along the way, and Mr. Novak laughed so hard at me.
It was a little late for lunch, but after last night’s dinner and this morning’s meal had been so bad, I couldn’t help but look forward to it.
I was standing next to the magic carriage that pulled up in front of the restaurant, about to see the Viscount and his family and Derrick off as they entered the restaurant when a dirty brown catkin slipped out of the crowd that had gathered to watch.
His pathetic expression, as if he was about to burst into tears, reminded me of my brother when he was in the slums.
He was probably intending to make a direct appeal to the viscount and had a board-like object hanging from his neck.
The knight escorting the Viscount and his family, who were not allowed to approach any closer, intervened between the Viscount and the brown catkin.
At that moment, the brown catkin spun the board around his neck.
The moment I saw the pattern on the back of the board, the hairs on my back stood on end.
“Get down!” (Nyango)
Immediately after I shouted, the brown catkin struck a magic stone against the board with a pulverization magic circle drawn on it.
The deployment of a full-power shield and the explosion that shook the ground occurred almost simultaneously.
The blast centered on the spot where the brown catkin was, and onlookers were reaped by the wind pressure.
The Viscount and his family and Derrick sat up, startled by the sound of the explosion, but they did not seem to be affected by the blast.
Although it was a spur-of-the-moment situation, the shield was deployed not vertically but at a slight tilt, so it seems that it managed to withstand the blast.
However, the knight who was behind the magic carriage was blown away by the blast, as was his horse.
Immediately after the explosion, the area fell silent as if in a vacuum, but was soon dominated by screams and moans of pain.
The main street of the remote village of Flos was in a terrible state, with onlookers caught in the explosion lying on the ground.
The knights of the Viscount Lagart were stunned by what had happened when a group of black-clad men appeared from the far end of the street.
In their hands, they were holding silver cylinders.
“Viscount, please return to the magic carriage. They have magic guns!” (Nyango)
As I stepped forward, calling out to Viscount Lagart, a group of black-clad men came shooting at us.
“[Wall]!” (Nyango)
A wall of void attribute magic was deployed to protect both the Viscount family and the magic carriage.
It’s engraved with enhanced anti-magic, so it won’t falter even with a poor-quality magic gun.
“[Lightning]!” (Nyango)
In front of the black man who came running in the lead, I deployed a lightning magic circle without any restraint… if you die, it’s my bad.
“Agaaa…” (Attacker)
The following guys stopped when they saw the man who suddenly stiffened and then collapsed shaking.
“[Lightning]… [Lightning]… [Lightning]…” (Nyango)
Even if they stopped their feet, there was no way that the guys who had just run would be completely still.
If I deploy a lightning magic circle near their body, they will touch it on their own and fall down on their own.
“Nyango, behind!” (Novak)
I turned around at the sound of Mr. Novak’s shout and saw another group of Black Swordsmen running toward me from the other side of the street.
As the Black Swordsmen held up their silver tubes, I deployed a magic gun magic square and fired as well.
The flame projectile from a crude magic gun is at most 30 centimeters in diameter and has a slow bullet velocity.
What I fired was a flame bullet over three meters in diameter.
The huge fireball swallowed up the flame bullets of the black-clad men and even swallowed up the black-clad men.
“Gyaaaaa!” (Attacker)
Next to the black-clad men who were screaming and rolling around, the low-quality magic guns started firing one after another, probably because they were hit by the magic power of my flame bullet.
“That way, please!” (Nyango)
The guys who came out later were all lying on the road trying to put out the fire on their bodies, so I left the rest to the knights to clean up the remaining black-clad men.
They may have been scared off by the huge flaming bullets I shot at them, but they threw out their magic guns and turned their backs to me, but of course I had no intention of letting them escape.
I hit every single one of them with [Lightning] and sent them rolling down the road.
Scared by the sudden onset of the battle, those who had been injured by the blasts were also silenced as they choked for breath, but when all the black-clad men fell and quieted down, they began to moan in pain again.
If the pulverization magic circle was the first wave, the first group of black-clad men would be the second wave, and those coming from the other side would be the third wave.
Giiiin!
As I looked around the street to see if this was really the end, the Shield made a high-pitched noise in the blind spot in my left eye.
I had deactivated the Wall against the magic gun as soon as the black-clad men fell, and I had surrounded myself with a Shield.
I looked up and saw a black-clad man with a bow frozen wide-eyed on the roof of a building facing the street.
He must have been shocked to have his secret shot repelled by an invisible barrier.
Drururu!
I shot down with a three-point burst of my magic gun, and this time the Shield on the back of my head made a noise.
Turning around, I sent a three-point burst from the black-clad man who was trying to escape with his bow in his hand.
At the same time, I used [Step] to run up to the height of the roof, and an arrow that had missed its target passed under my feet.
On top of the buildings on both sides of the street, five men were aiming at me as I ran up to the same height as them with their bows at the ready.
Ratatata!
Turning with both arms in a horizontally open position, I fired two magic guns in rapid succession with automatic fire.
A [Shield] is deployed around me, and the magic gun magic circle is an extension of my hands but outside the Shield.
The arrows of the black-clad men bounced off the Shield, and my flame bullets reap the men.
When I stopped turning with both legs open, the black-clad men had dropped their bows, collapsed, and stopped moving.
Standing on the steps as they were, I looked down the street from above.
This stopped the fourth wave as well, but my whiskers still tingled.
I look around as I slowly descend using [Step], but I don’t see anyone particularly suspicious.
I wonder if I’m just being emotional, or if I’m just imagining things.
The knights at the front of the magic carriage had finished restraining the black-clad men and were now engaged in rescuing their colleagues who had been blown away by the blast.
It seemed that the attack was over.
When I got down to the front of the magic carriage, Mr. Novak called out to me from the driver’s stand.
“Nyango, is it over?” (Novak)
“I don’t know. I think it’s still too early to relax…” (Nyango)
As I walked up to the coachman’s seat and looked around, something came running out of the store.
Running furiously up to the magic carriage was a black-furred catkin, with a board engraved with a pulverization magic circle around his neck.
“[Shield]!” (Nyango)
The black catkin slammed the magic stone onto the board, but no explosion occurred.
“[Rubber Ring]!” (Nyango)
The shield deployed around the board, and immediately afterward, both of the black catkin’s arms and body were restrained by the Rubber Ring.
Perhaps someone forced him to blow himself up.
I couldn’t prevent the first explosion, but I’ll save him this time.
I ran up to the restrained black catkin and took the magic stone from him, cut the cord around his neck, and threw away the board as well.
“It’s okay now…” (Nyango)
“Damn… How dare you get in my way, aristocrat’s lap cat.” (Catkin)
“Eh…?” (Nyango)
I didn’t understand for a moment the unexpected words that had been slapped at me.
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