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The Merchant Guild was located
next to the mercenary guild, with a dozen or so wagons parked around it.
In a city like Kilnarc, wagons
can be left with the Merchant Guild, so that the guards do not have to watch
over the wagons.
Men in tunic-like merchant
attire were busily moving in and out of the guild.
We waded through the waves of
people and entered the guild.
Guy caught a young man who
looked like a guild staff and told him we were looking for a northbound
merchant caravan.
He pointed to some merchants
and told us, “Those people are the northbound,” and Guy went to
negotiate with the merchants.
After talking with a few
merchants, he brought a man with a receding hairline in his mid-thirties.
“This is Norton. He is leaving
for the north tomorrow morning, and he has permitted us to accompany him.”
(Guy)
“My name is Henry Norton.
It is an honor to be with the son of the famous Lockhart family.” (Norton)
“My name is Zacharias
Lockhart, and it was my pleasure for allowing us to accompany you.” (Zack)
I wondered what I should do.
(Maybe I shouldn’t be so
bossy, but it seems strange to be humble, and I wonder what the best response
would be…) (Zack)
“Norton says he needs the
approval of the mercenaries who will be escorting them. I’m on my way to see them
now. What do you wish to do for the moment, Master Zack.” (Guy)
I wondered what to do.
(It would be better if we met
before the journey, but if he sees us and the fee increases… No, it’s better
to do it now than to be asked tomorrow morning. Right now, we can still call
out to other merchants…) (Zack)
I replied, “I’ll go with
you.”
The destination was a nearby
inn, so I followed Norton and Guy.
When we entered the inn,
Norton went to call for the leader of the mercenaries.
Immediately, a strong human male
of about 40 years of age appeared. The man was about two meters tall and stout,
with the air of a mercenary with a long history of combat.
However, when he saw us, he
made a blatantly unpleasant expression.
“Norton, this is not part
of the contract? I thought we agreed not to add any more baggage to the
contract. Obviously, these guys are baggage.” (Mercenary)
Norton just kept his amicable
smile,
“Byron, it’s not polite
to call them baggage. This is Guy Jakes, the squire of Govan Lockhart, the
Lionheart. And also, a fourth rank adventurer and healer.” (Norton)
(Lionheart? Is that Grandfather’s
title? I’ve never heard of that before. I’m afraid he’s going to refuse to go
with us if we don’t do something about it.) (Zack)
Even after Norton explained
this to him, the mercenary called Byron did not change his dour expression.
“Certainly, this man can do
it. The woman could be useful as a healer, too. But I don’t want to take a
nobleman’s child with me. Not only will they be useless, they will act selfish
and slow you down.” (Mercenary => Byron)
Guy almost lost his temper at
those words.
“Take back your words! Master
Zacharias is the grandson of the former lord, Master Govan Lockhart. It would
be disrespectful to treat his family on the same level as the son of a typical noble.”
(Guy)
Byron and Guy glared at each
other, and Norton’s amiable smile was beginning to falter.
(Guy gets mad when people make
fun of me or my grandfather. …But this Byron guy doesn’t seem to be as flat
as he looks. He has been a mercenary until he is old enough to be called a
veteran, and he is leading his men at every turn. Then…) (Zack)
I decided to make a scene to
convince Byron.
“Byron. You said I’d be a
liability, but how do you know that without seeing what I can do?” (Zack)
I figured this guy was more
calculating than he looked. He didn’t want us to go with him, probably because
he thought we would be too risky.
If he was forced to take on
the task, he would agree to go with us, but only if we reduced his perceived risk.
(If the man was as he
appeared, it would be more dangerous to work with him. In that case, he could
be the clown in this farce, making the other merchant caravan take us in.) (Zack)
Byron only snickered at my
words and didn’t even try to play along.
People began to gather around
us to see what was going on, and men who seemed to be Byron’s subordinates also
gathered.
(He can’t act stubborn and
bullish now that his subordinates are here, huh? There are some men who seem to
be short-tempered, so I’ll let them take part in my plan…) (Zack)
I call out to Guy and provoke
Byron’s men.
“Guy, let’s not do this.
This man cannot even measure a man’s strength. Mercenaries led by such a man
cannot possibly be good. It would be much more dangerous for us to work
together. …Norton, I’d like to take you up on the offer, but let me decline…”
(Zack)
One of his men, not Byron,
took up my taunt.
“Don’t ignore me!
Captain, is it okay if I strangle this cheeky brat?” (Mercenary)
At that moment, I was watching
the scene and beginning to make some preparations.
Guy glanced at me and then
reacted to the young mercenary.
“You threaten to strangle
him! You!” (Guy)
At that moment, the attention
of everyone there turned to Guy for a moment.
I waited for that moment.
I took advantage of the moment
and, pulling out the kunai from my waist, jumped into Byron’s bosom.
Byron was alert to Guy’s
outburst, but he was not paying attention to me, who was about five meters
away.
I had secretly used my Magical
Combat skill to strengthen the instantaneous strength of my legs and made an
explosive move, a so-called [Shukuchi].
Seeing me out of the corner of
his eye, Byron reacted. However, the fact that he looked down on me as a child,
I succeeded in getting into range.
Then, I stopped with the tip
of the kunai’s blade touching the skin over his heart.
Everyone, including Byron,
froze in place.
“You can’t keep up with
this level of movement… Guy, we’re the ones pulling them up!” (Zack)
In response to my words, Guy
said, “Understood. Master Zack,” with a satisfied expression.
I bowed to Norton and turned
for the inn.
“Wait!” (Byron)
Byron tried to stop me as I
walked towards the inn.
I didn’t turn around and
replied in a displeased tone.
“You don’t deal with
children like me, do you?” (Zack)
“Wait! I can’t let you go
back like this.” (Byron)
I turned around slowly.
“What? Do you plan on having
a serious fight with a child?” (Zack)
“I can’t keep doing this
job if a kid ridiculed me. Let’s see what Lionheart Govan’s grandson can do?”
(Byron)
“Is that really
necessary? You’re the one who said I was a liability just by looking at me. If
you don’t at least admit that you were wrong, then I have no reason to be here.”
(Zack)
Byron whispered, “Damn,
you’re a sly little kid.”
“I apologize for what I said
earlier. I’d like to have a meeting with Master Lockhart.” (Byron)
He even changed his tone and
bowed to me.
(If I show him my magical
abilities, he will agree to have me accompany them…) (Zack)
With that in mind, I accepted
his apology.
“I accept your apology.
I’m still a novice swordsman, even on hand-to-hand combat. Perhaps it would be
better for you to see how good I am at magic.” (Zack)
Byron muttered, “You’re a
magician…” but he quickly gave a small nod of agreement and bowed his
head, “I’d like you to show me at the guild’s training grounds.”
Beside me, Liddy looks annoyed,
and beside her, Sharon is frozen in a daze.
With Byron, several of his
men, and a few onlookers in tow, we headed for the mercenary guild’s training
grounds.
Mercenary guild branches often
have training grounds the size of a small gymnasium attached to them.
The Kilnarc branch also had a
training hall about 30 meters square, where several mercenaries were working
out.
I asked Guy, “Is there
anywhere we can shoot magic?”
“There is a place to practice
archery, so that should be fine.” (Guy)
After that, Guy bowed his head
and said, “I’m sorry for what happened earlier. If only I was stronger…”
I laughed and said, “That
was nothing.”
“If possible, it would be more
convenient for the future if word got out that the Lockhart family’s second son
was useful there. It was a good opportunity. You realized my intentions along
the way, didn’t you?” (Guy)
He chuckled and gave a small
nod.
The archery range was a simple
area with a wooden target planted over a mound of earth placed in front of a
wall.
Sharon and I stood about 20
meters from the target.
I whispered to Sharon, “Would you
be willing to shoot [Air Hammer]?”
She looked surprised and said,
“Just the [Air Hammer]? Not the [Swallow Cutter]?” She asked back.
I smirked.
“[Air Hammer] is better because
it’s flashier… and I don’t want to show our original magic as much as
possible.” (Zack)
[Swallow Blade] is an original
magic spell and can change its trajectory. According to Liddy, tracking magic
is not common, so I was trying to avoid showing it to others as much as
possible, including in the academy.
Sharon didn’t seem to
understand my intentions very well, but she nodded her head, placing her trust
in me.
Once the crowd was assembled,
Sharon began to recite the incantation.
“O Wentus, God of Wind,
who commands all the winds in the world. Grant mine thy a swallow-winged blade
that dances in the heavens, I offer the power of mine life to thee as payment.
Crush mine enemies, Mallet of air, Air Hammer!” (Sharon)
The power of the spirits
gathers around Sharon, and a gust of wind dances around the shooting range.
Immediately thereafter, a mass of air struck the target.
The target for shooting was
hit by the mass of air and blown away from its base. It also blew away part of
the mound, creating a small cloud of dust.
Byron and the onlookers were
amazed at the magic of the ten-year-old girl.
“Well done, I guess it’s
my turn now. ” I said, patting Sharon’s head.
I let Sharon, who seemed happy
to receive my praise, back down, and I cast the Air Hammer spell in the same
way.
“O Wentus, God of Wind,
who commands all the winds in the world. Grant mine thy a swallow-winged blade
that dances in the heavens, I offer the power of mine life to thee as payment.
Crush mine enemies, Mallet of air, Air Hammer!” (Zack)
Putting more magical power
than usual, I drive the air hammer into the wall with a force that is as strong
as Sharon’s.
The sound of the hammer
hitting the wall and shaking the wall echoes inside the training area, which is
roofed so that training can be conducted even in the rain. My magic hit the
wooden target, chipping away more than half of the soil and sending the entire
wooden target flying.
(I may have put more power
into it. …It didn’t damage the facility, so that’s okay.) (Zack)
This time I put enough power
into it to blow away a medium-sized bear.
My Wind Attribute Magic level
is 23. I am not a novice, but I am not a high-class magician either. There was
a reason why I was able to achieve this power.
This magic called [Air Hammer]
is an attack magic that releases compressed air at once, striking the target.
In other words, what determines the power is the amount of air and the
compression rate. Since the amount of air depends on the magical power input, I
decided to increase the compression rate.
I envisioned a compressor plus
an air reservoir-receiver. Furthermore, I imagined the air reservoir-receiver
as a tube, which is released in front of the target.
This means that high-pressure
air is pushed out into a small area, making it more powerful than a normal one.
When the cloud of dust
subsided, a large gouge in the ground could be seen, eliciting gasps from
onlookers. More people gathered in the area to see what had happened.
Byron was speechless as well,
shaking his head.
“By the way, I’ve been in real
combat before, and so has Sharon here. Well, wolves and goblins, at least.”
(Zack)
Byron finally came to his
senses at my words and dropped to one knee and in a theatrical tone.
“It was Master Zacharias,
wasn’t it? I’m sorry for what I said earlier. If you’re a magician of this
caliber you would not slow us down. Furthermore, the divine speed of your footwork
just before. As expected of the one who draws the blood of the one who is
called Lionheart. We would like you to work for you, by all means.” (Byron)
I felt uncomfortable with that
gesture.
(It’s quite theatrical. What’s
the purpose? Is he trying to cover up for the mistake he made earlier when I entered
his range? It’s possible that I am a genius with my grandfather’s blood in my veins,
so it can’t be helped. Well, if he’s this smart, it’ll be great to go with him.)
(Zack)
I hold out my right hand to Byron
while I say.
“Just call me Zack. And
no need for honorifics. Guy, I wouldn’t mind going with Byron, but I’ll leave
it to you to decide.” (Zack)
Guy responds, “I have no
objection if you approve of Master Zack’s help,” and gives me an
impersonal smile.
Byron hesitantly took my right
hand. I shook his hand and looked at Guy. He gave a small nod.
(Guy seemed to think I’d done
well.)
After the onlookers left and
Byron, Norton, and Guy had a quick meeting, we took to the streets again.
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