I ground another enemy, but there were no screams. The enemies were clearly men whoâd been trained well.
âKill!â
According to Mother, each person was worth at least two fingers. I pulled back slightly, letting the sharp blade of an enemy short graze my chest. I could get hit on purpose by this kind of attack that didnât contain divinity and blow off the enemyâs head, but since Carmen didnât know who I really was, it would be foolish to reveal too many of the peculiarities of my body.
I took a step forward and raised counterattacked. It was a fight similar to the last time with the bandit boss, but there was one clearly different thing.
Whaaaaaaaaang!
Right now, I have the upper hand when it comes to equipment. The Butcher let out a harsh scream, tearing through anotherâs throat. Theyâd quickly learned not to stand in the bladeâs way, so the rest took two steps back. But it was over since, with my body, I could easily chase them down.
âHyaap!â
The Butcher dug through anotherâs chest. Another man sneakily approached behind, aiming for his chance while I was killing his comrade. There wasnât enough time to pull the Butcher out of the manâs chest, but I had two swords.
I quickly drew the Froststeel Sword and swung around. I wasnât familiar with using my left hand, so the slash was crude. But for me, that was enough.
Claank!
Unable to overcome the power behind that blade, the manâs sword shattered.
Whaaaang!
The Butcher followed up. There were now five left.
Claank!
When I turned to check where Carmen was, I saw a dead body with an arrow bristling from his head, and beyond that, Carmen was fighting with his sword between two men. When I was about to go help, Carmen shouted.
âTwo of the enemies ran to the wagon! They know the situation is unfavorable and are trying to run away! Iâm fine here, so you must stop them from escaping now!â
At Carmenâs call, the Irmel wagon began to speed away. I took turns looking at Carmen, fighting fiercely, and looking at the wagon.
If I chased the wagon, I was afraid I would get too far from Carmen. But there was something else I could do if it wasnât going too fast. The person inside might get hurt a little, but it was better than putting my colleague Carmen at risk.
I switched hands with the Butcher and the Froststeel Sword. Then I raised my right hand and threw the Froststeel Sword. It smashed the rear wheel of the carriage. The wagon swerved, spun around the snow, and stopped after colliding with a tree.
Bang!
To be precise, the tree couldnât bear its weight and fell over.
âUh, um.â
It was the first time I had thrown a sword like that, so I didnât know it would work so well. Was the person inside okay? I thought they would be fine, but I ran over the snow to check. One of the men outside was thrown into the tree, and his neck was broken. There was still one leftâŠ
âKill!â
Breaking the carriage wall, a blade shot out at my heart. A skillful surprise attack, if I do say so myself. I reached out my left hand and blocked the sword. It pierced my skin and stopped just before reaching my chest. My blood splashed on the snow. If I had been a melee professional such as a warrior or a knight, I would have been able to block the surprise attack just fine.
With that thought in mind, I indifferently swung the Butcher. The saw blade wasnât even on, so it crushed the manâs head. I roughly kicked the corpse away.
With this, everything was sorted out, but I wondered if Carmen was okay. As if to laugh at my worries, Carmen cut off the head of the last man standing before him. Archers had good arm strength, apparently. Since Carmen also knew that the cleanup was completed, the priority was to check the condition of the person tied up in this overturned wagon. I would feel sorry if the wagon fell over and hurt them.
âMmp!â
When I ripped open the locked door and looked inside, I found a woman tied up and wriggling. A strange smell that tickled the tip of my nose wafted out. Her vivid silver hair reached down to her neck and partially covered her gleaming golden eyes. Judging from the combination of gold and silver, she was of the Irmel family. I said with a smile that seemed as kind as possible.
âIâm going to release the ties now, but I hope you donât rebel. Iâm on your side.â
The woman nodded slowly. I entered the fallen carriage and first pulled the gag out of her mouth. As soon as the gag was removed, the woman shouted.
âYou have to get me out of this wagon right now! Itâs still full of anesthetic smokeâŠâ
I picked her up and pulled her out of the carriage. My body wasnât affected by such drugs anyway, but it was much more comfortable to do what she wanted rather than to explain.
âPlease be still for a moment.â
Pulling out the dagger from my pocket, I cut the rope binding her. The woman, calming down a bit, looked up at me from her spot on the ground. The anesthesia was still affecting her.
âI canât move yet, and I think I might throw up. If you donât want to see me vomit while looking at the sky, could you take me over and pat me on the back?â
âAll right.â
I nodded at her logical argument, grabbed her around the waist, carried her to the side of the road, and patted her on the back.
âBlaaaaargh!â
The sound was terrible, but there was no reason to observe the horrific sight. Carmen approached us and whispered to me.
âDid you hear who she is?â
âBlaaaaargh!â
I patted her on the back and shrugged.
âAs you can see, I havenât had time to ask. Besides, she canât move because sheâs been drugged.â
Carmen asked again, checking her silvery hair.
âAre her eyes golden?â
âYeah. I think sheâs from the Irmel family.â
âY-You can stop patting me now! If you pat me more, Iâll vomit more!â
âOh, yes. But can you get up on your own?â
âWait.â
The woman took a few attempts to stand up on trembling legs. Carmen whispered to me with admiration.
âShe has a very generous heartâŠâ
âI agree.â
âKILL!â
I gestured to Carmen as Motherâs ordered me not to talk bullshit. It was much easier for him to converse with another noble than for me to intrude. Carmen took a step forward with a friendly smile.
âI am Carmen Baltas, son of Sir Ensis Baltas. Could you tell us your name, Lady Irmel?â
The woman, still patting her trembling legs, glanced at Carmen and me before confidently responding.
âNice to meet you. Iâm Dachia Irmel. Iâm the eldest daughter of Kalto Irmel, the Duke of Small Smiles.â
Kalto Irmel, the Duke of Small Smiles, was the head of the Irmel family. This lady was the eldest daughter. While I was startled by finding a bigger fish than I expected, Carmel whispered to me with a stiff expression.
âIf sheâs really the daughter of the Duke of Small Smiles, Dachia Irmel, then sheâs a wizard.â
Wizards were born randomly regardless of their genetics, so naturally, they could have been born in the family of a great lord. Of course, the nobles didnât like having a wizard in their family much. It was the perfect combination of a noble and a wizard to be the rudest.
Dachia Irmel looked me in the eye and asked.
âWhatâs the name of the person who saved me? I can tell that youâre a priest just by looking at you.â
I bowed my head and spoke politely.
âI am called Marnak, a priest who enshrines the Goddess of Maintenance, who protects daily life.â
âMarnakâŠthatâs not a bad name.â
She held out her white hand to me.
âIâm having trouble walking, so could you help me a little?â
âKill!!!â
Suppressing Motherâs fierce cry, I gestured to Carmen. I didnât want to be deeply entangled with a wizard. Besides, it was polite for him to help as a nobleman. Nodding, Carmen took a step forward.
âIâll help you, Princess Dachia.â
Dachia looked at Carmel with coy eyes and timidly answered.
Carmel and I looked at each other with our mouths wide open. The words that came out of her mouth were too cultured for a wizard to speak. Carmen smiled awkwardly and said to me.
âMarnak, maybe you should help her?â
I grabbed Dachiaâs hand with a reluctant look.
âKill!â
My chest pockets twitched violently, but I ignored Mother and said:
âWait with Carmen here. Iâll collect the bodies and come back.â
***
Ten corpses were buried, and I knelt and prayed.
âMother. I offer you their lives.â
âKill!!!â
Mother turned into a girl and raised a middle finger at me. I was glad she heard my request to quietly do that instead of rushing around when she got angry, but when two middle fingers turned toward me, it felt very strange.
âMother, fold your fingers and come back to me quickly.â
Mother walked over to me and poked my cheek with her outstretched hand.
âKill!â
âYes, saving the imprisoned girl, as Mother said, could be called being nosy.â
âKill!â
âItâs true that I should stop doing things that donât offer me any benefits and live a more selfish life.â
I hugged Mother, who still flipped me off, and patted her back.
âBut I can make the benefits myself. So, donât worry that I will be at a disadvantage. Doesnât Mother trust me as much as I trust Mother?â
âKillâŠâ
Mother, burying her head in my arms, said it was all right, for now, then turned into a hand with a soft light. I patted the hand in my pocket and prayed again.
âTake their lives, Mother.â
The divinity of corruption permeated my body.
[Divinity: 1241]
Now that the harvest of divinity was over, it was time to go back.
***
Golden eyes looked up at the sparkling flames. Dachia pushed the wreckage of the wagon into the bonfire and slowly spoke as she roasted the meat of a dead horse.
âI donât have any clear evidence about the culprit, but I have a thought as to who. No, itâs obvious. Clearly, this kidnapping was done by my older brother, Dachen Irmel.â