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As we approached the Wagner region, the three of us hid our horses in the forest and put on our disguises.
Aside from me, the princess’s outfit is too conspicuous. And then there’s Chloe, the maid.
If they were to walk around looking like a princess and a maid, it would be easy for them to find out that we were a couple of strangers.
I wanted to avoid such foolish mistakes.
So I asked the two girls to dress as village girls, and when they changed behind the trees, they looked pretty decent.
They were dressed like any other village girls. Chloe, in particular, looked very convincing.
Chloe says proudly,
“Because I was originally a village girl.” (Chloe)
“You’re right, there’s no such thing as a girl who’s born wearing a maid’s uniform.” (Sicily)
By the way, she was also surprisingly dressed like a village girl.
Of course, she can’t hide all of her dignity, but she also looks good in a simple dress.
When I pointed this out to her. When I pointed this out to her, she continued to laugh and said, “Ufufu.”
“I was a normal town girl when I was young. I dressed normally and lived normally.” (Sicily)
I see, I heard that she was in the downtown area of the royal capital as a child. I can imagine that she was dressed like this at that time.
However, I couldn’t imagine her juggling beanbags or cat’s cradle. [T/N: So Otedama is juggling beanbags you can play it like Jack Stones or “sipa”. Those are very popular before the dawn of the internet and cable TV. Then there’s Ayatori or cat’s cradle. Where you make patterns by weaving yarn or string using your fingers. Again, it was popular for older people. Anyway, you can google or YouTube some of these games. They are very popular in East Asia and Southeast Asia.]
When I pointed this out, she denied it, saying, “Well, I do.”
“I’m good at cat’s cradle even if it looks like this.” (Sicily)
But I don’t think I’ll have a chance to see that now.
We should be focusing on infiltrating the city of Wagner right now.
They both agreed.
We headed for the city of Wagner. Incidentally, the city of Wagner was a coal mining town. In this city, you can often get magic ores, which are an essential source of fuel in this world.
Even from a distance, you can see the surface of the mountains carved by explosives and the caves leading to the mines.
The town of Wagner that surrounds it is a so-called mining district, but it didn’t have the vitality unique to a mining district.
Is this natural?
It would be strange for a town that started a riot six months ago and is about to start an uprising to have any vitality.
With that in mind, we walked into the city, trying to blend in.
The city of Wagner was as quiet as my first impression.
It was like a ghost town, and that’s not an exaggeration. We didn’t see anyone for a while after entering the city.
“It seems that the residents are refraining from going out.” (Sicily)
“It looks like. Well, the uprising may start, so women and children won’t go out.”
“If so, what should we do? Do you visit each house individually?” (Sicily)
“That’s too suspicious. Let’s go to the tavern.”
“Is it a tavern?” (Sicily)
“ Yes. Even in times like this, but especially in times like this, men gather in bars. They are drinking, recuperating, and discussing whether or not to rise up in arms.”
Having made these observations, I went straight to the tavern.
The tavern was indeed lit and there were signs of people.
Everyone was drinking with different expressions on their faces.
“It’s a wonderful deduction, Leon-sama.” (Sicily)
Sicily praised me. I let it pass and went straight into the tavern.
When we entered the tavern, the gaze of the men gathered on us.
All of them were in a frenzy.
I greeted them to soften the tension.
“Yeah, nice to meet you. I’m Leon, a traveling magician.”
“Travelling magician? What do you want at a time like this?” (Villager)
“What do I want at a time like this? I’m a magician. Would you like to hire me as a mercenary?”
“… A mercenary is it? Who are the ladies behind you?” (Villager)
“These are my sisters. I brought them because I was pitiful to leave them in my hometown. They can cook food, do laundry, whatever you want.”
Princess Sicily and Chloe greeted them with a smile.
Some of them stare at me suspiciously, but for now, it looks like I’ll be treated as a traveling mercenary.
A representative of theirs talked to me.
“I’m grateful for the existence of mercenaries who can use magic in this situation, but I want proof that you are not a spy.” (Village Representative)
“Proof? Isn’t me being here enough? I’m sure Viscount Wagnall won’t give you that kind of trouble now.”
“It’s true that he’s going to ask for an army to be sent to King’s Landing to annihilate us. Just like six months ago.” (Village Representative)
“Did the uprising six months ago fail?”
“Yeah, there was an informant. All the ringleaders except the informant were captured and hanged.” (Village Representative)
The informant committed suicide out of remorse for his crime, he continued.
“It won’t happen next time. Are you not willing to surrender?”
“Surrender? No. We can’t afford to surrender anymore, and we can’t stand them exploiting us anymore.” (Village Representative)
The representative of the group said this as he looked around.
The men were all filled with frustration. Their cheeks were hollow and their eyes were sunken. They hadn’t eaten properly.
They were all coughing, and some were spitting up bloody phlegm.
“This is the end result of digging for magic ore without even being given an ash mask. These people have already reached the end of their lives before they are hung. So I want to give them a chance to bloom before they die.” (Village Representative)
And he continued.
“Women can’t stand it more than the men. Robin’s wife doesn’t produce milk because she doesn’t eat much. Last week, her newborn baby starved to death.” (Village Representative)
Robin hits the desk with regret when he hears the story.
“… I can’t forgive the Viscount! I’ll definitely kill him!” (Robin)
He seemed like he’s about to leave his seat and charge into the Viscount’s mansion, but the surrounding people suppressed him.
“… that Viscount is rallying an army. If you go now, you will die a dog’s death.”
“… I know, but.” (Robin)
Robin continues, but he doesn’t seem to be the only one who wants to jump out.
The man next to Robin also raises his voice.
“My daughter is dead…. It sounds like …… pneumonia, but it’s really just malnutrition. It’s all because of the Viscount’s heavy tax collection. We’re digging holes for him. Not just ours.” (Villager)
Several people agree with the speaker.
Everyone shouted, “We must kill the Viscount!” But then, someone opens the door.
Everyone’s eyes were drawn to it, but it seemed to be the country’s soldiers who had opened the door to the tavern.
-They seem to be the Viscount’s private soldiers.
He told them that he was going to review the tavern and began to search it.
There was a report of a meeting of an armed uprising.
Everyone in the tavern is on edge. The viscount’s claim of a private army had hit the nail on the head.
The one next to Leon grabbed his knife and said, “I’m going to have to kill him……” but stopped himself.
“… I think it would be bad to expose ourselves for now.” (Villager)
It was all the leaders who answered it.
“… That’s right. It’s a good thing that you’re not the only one. If we get caught now, it will throw a wrench in our plans.” (Village Representative)
“Then we’ll just have to get through this.”
“Yeah, but what do we do? There are weapons under this tavern. If they find it, there’s no denying it.” (Village Representative)
“Well, then I should defeat the enemy before that.”
“… Defeat them? That’s impossible. They are fully armed.” (Village Representative)
When the leader finished saying that, I argued with action.
As I slowly approached the soldiers, I dropped the glass I had in my right hand on the floor.
The soldier in front of me took a moment to look at the glass. Without missing the moment, I drove my right fist into his abdomen.
A soldier who scatters gastric juice. Other soldiers watching it try to hold their weapons, but are blocked by Chloe.
The soldier spewed out stomach juices. The other soldiers who were watching tried to raise their weapons, but Chloe prevented them from doing so. A chain of magic-enhanced attacks hit enemy soldiers.
Meanwhile, I strengthen my physical abilities and attack the soldiers one after another.
The second soldier crouched down on the spot and executed a leg sweep. Chloe stuns the fallen soldier with a stomp. The soldier is kicked in the nose and faints pathetically. It would have been a stroke of luck to have seen her underwear when she swung her leg up.
The third soldier came at me. He threw a hook at my face, but I brushed it aside and added a short uppercut. He was a huge man, but I could shake his brain and knock him out if I put enough force on his chin.
The morale of the tavern rises as I quickly take out three soldiers. We can beat these guys now. Thinking so, each of the town’s inhabitants attacked the soldiers.
Some punch them with their big arms, which are unique to coal miners. Some beat them up with chairs from the bar. Some attacked with multiple men and overwhelmed them with their weight. There were many, but all of them succeeded in their attacks.
Private soldiers of the Viscount fell down one after another.
In no time at all, their numbers were reduced, and eventually, all of them were captured.
By the way, I defeated four of them, Chloe defeated two, and the rest were all defeated by the guys in the tavern. Although, I did apply the [Weaken] and [Enhancement] to them.
When the fight was over, each of the tavern’s inhabitants expressed their own excitement and happiness on the spot.
“… we won.” (Villager)
“We can beat armed soldiers. We could.” (Villager)
“I’m not afraid of the Viscount anymore.” (Villager)
Each one of them expresses their joy, but once it’s over, all eyes are on me.
They want to thank me for my heroic performance in the battle earlier.
“I wasn’t trying to be a hero.”
“No, you’re not. You are a hero. We were too scared to stand up to the soldiers, but you weren’t. You stood up to them.” (Villager)
“Your [Enhancement Magic] was amazing. It seemed to give us courage.” (Villager)
“That’s some serious moves you’ve got there. Are you just a magician?” (Villager)
The voices praising me multiply.
When the tavern master comes to me, he offers me a beer bottle.
When I try to pay.
“I can’t accept payment from our savior.”
Apparently, I got them to recognize me.
When everyone receives beer from the master,
“Cheers to a new hero!”
“We’ve got the best mercenary in the world on our side.”
I was delighted and was drinking beer with the praises as a side dish.
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