26. Underdogma
The orc village that is the subjugation target for this quest is quite far from the city.
Well, if the hero goes alone, it will take less than an hour, but this time, another colleague, excuse me. It would take several hours to carry enough luggage.
“You, I am watching you. Be careful.”
[Ah, that b*tch really.]
And, of course, the road was always uncomfortable.
The fairy, who looks like she has red pepper paste poured over her head, looks at us with thick eyes the whole time, and the warrior next to her is not worth it and is restless.
Well, it’s funny to have fun with a bug like that, though. Still, if it were my original personality, I would have chosen to just clean it up rather than let the intrusive thing go.
“·······.”
But now my master, the hero, doesn’t seem to have any intention of taking any action, so I couldn’t help it either.
It would have been nice if I could have spoken comfortably! To hide the hero’s identity
“Be careful. It is soon an orc territory.”
“Why are you worried? Die or not.”
“Layla!”
“Yes, yes. Okay. I’m going to die of noise.”
At this point, the warrior who accompanies that fairy is respectable. We’ll have nothing more to see once this quest is over, but isn’t that warrior going to be with the fairy in the future?
No matter how pretty you are, if your personality is that way… It’d be better to be a warrior, but the tribes with such strong pride and lack of ability were really ugly.
“·······♪”
[??]
I don’t know why, but the warrior patted me while humming softly. So I don’t feel it.
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“Anyway, Taka, you are too soft. ·······For a moment.”
The fairy who had been pitying the warrior when I saw it like that suddenly stopped talking. She glanced around her with some nervous eyes.
Definitely, even if you are a silver-level adventurer, it seems that fairies’ senses are a bit better than humans’. That warrior is still staring at the fairy with bewildered eyes.
“This presence, probably an orc.”
Probably not, but definitely an orc. I and the hero had been feeling it for a long time, but about four orcs were approaching us.
Injured, but not that bad. He harbors hostility, but it’s not directed at us. Hmm. Rather than targeting us, I think the routes overlapped by accident.
“Get ready, get closer.”
As we got closer, the group of orcs seemed to notice us. But before they could even respond, our party had already launched an attack.
First of all, the hero muttered a low hum with a modulated voice. When the hero finished the chant, taking enough time so that others did not feel a sense of difference, a crackling noise was heard from the other side.
Quite by chance, two orcs accidentally tripped over each other’s feet. The reason why the four did not fall at the same time must have been the result of the hero controlling his strength.
“Ha!”
In the meantime, the stigmata on the palm of her hand glowed and the fairy gathered strength and drew the bowstring. There was nothing hanging at the end of the protest, but the moment she let go of her hand, an arrow-like spark shot out.
The fiery arrow pierced through the trees and hit the orc’s body. The flame created by the power of the divine was arbitrarily transferred according to the owner’s will and burned the body.
“Queueek!”
It smelled like grilled pork belly. While the orcs screamed, a warrior broke through the bush and cut off each one of them with an axe.
The three orcs were unable to resist due to the burning pain that burned his body, and the one that was not caught in the flames approached to stop the warrior, but the warrior did not look at it.
She pursed her lips again, and the orc charging at her warrior caught her in the eye with a halfway tree branch, knocking her off balance. After he fell out, he collapsed beside his beheaded comrades.
“Ehh?”
If given time, he would have risen again, but the warrior was flustered and reflexively swung his ax at the fallen orc. The orc, who was raising his body, sat down as his neck was cut and his blood foamed.
The difference between winning and losing was literally an instant. In the first place, the scary thing about orcs is their scale of violence rather than their individual abilities. A small number of Orcs did not dare to become a danger.
“Simple.”
“Rather than that, Layla, isn’t it a bit strange? He didn’t seem to be after us…”
Unlike the elf who was just proud, the warrior had a somewhat disapproving expression. Certainly, the Orcs seemed to have lost their minds. Thanks to that, the battle was easy.
“Really? Where should I look?”
Still, the fairy looked at the traces of the orc with a serious expression to see if the warrior’s words were considered dog sh*t. However, her expression was puzzling, as if she had no idea.
[Two slashes on the right cheek. Swirl tattoo on left cheek.]
“Huh?”
[It’s a dispatcher. I think you were trying to call a colleague?]
I secretly sent a mental wave to the hero. The hero, who had been tilting his head for a moment, soon approached boldly, shoved the fairy away, and inspected the corpse of one of the orcs.
“What, what?”
“Ask for Assistance… Request…”
“What, what? How do you know that Are you a wizard?”
When the silent hero came forward, the fairy, who had been pushed back by her power, blushed and sighed. The hero looked back at the fairy and said.
“Basic…Qualified…”
No, you just heard from me. More than that, when the voice modulation function of the mask was added to the hero’s unique slow tone, the voice that flowed out was bizarre.
I didn’t notice it when I spoke briefly, but as the words got longer, the resonance of the voice overlapped, and the strangely modulated voice became even more annoying. The fairy, who must have had sensitive ears, frowned.
“Ugh, you. What’s wrong with your voice?”
“Layla! Excuse me.”
“No, honestly. Should I use one that has a proper modulation function?”
While the fairy and the warrior were bickering again, the still warrior raised his head. The hero warmed up to the warrior, approached the fairy, and tapped her on the shoulder.
“What!”
“Over there.”
“Is there anything over there?”
The warrior just said that and he started walking in the direction he pointed. When the hero walked first, the fairy grumbled and followed behind him. Even if the personality is messed up, the basics are there.
“No, what is it! You don’t even have to explain ······uh?”
After walking a little further, the fairy opened her eyes wide as if she felt something. The hero and I had been feeling it for a while. Someone was fighting not too far away.
A battle with dozens of humans and dozens of orcs. As her hero tried to approach her without hesitation, her fairy panicked and grabbed her.
“Are you crazy? What do you want to see after going in there?”
I entrusted the subjugation of the Orc village, but they do not have the power to wipe out hundreds of Orcs. Not even a warrior.
Although it was called Subjugation of the Orc Village, there is no need to naively kill all the Orcs as per the request. Even if you return with only the tribe’s totem, the quest will be completed.
If the shamanistic symbol protected by an orc shaman is destroyed, the orc loses even a bit of intelligence and turns into a savage beast. The tribes are scattered, and the non-herd orcs are not much of a threat.
“There still seem to be people, but I can’t just pass them by.”
Of course, he would have to fight dozens of Orcs just to destroy the totem, but the risk of a surprise attack in a state of complete preparation versus an all-out war in an unprepared state was on a different level.
That’s why the fairy seems to be reluctant, but the usually naive warrior showed a strong attitude this time.
“It will be okay because the wizard is here too. Huh?”
“Huh, I can’t help it.”
In the end, the fairy could not overcome the warrior’s stubbornness and nodded her head. Even while they were doing this, the warrior was steadily approaching the place where the battle was taking place at a constant pace.
Warriors and fairies hurriedly followed after the wizard, and soon the scene of the fight appeared.
“Arrows! Bring more arrows!”
“No more in stock! Eek!”
“Watch out for their catapult!”
A procession of wagons presumably from the top. The flag at the top was already torn and the pattern was unrecognizable, and the mercenaries were fighting a defensive battle with the wagons gathered in one place.
For a mercenary, he has good discipline and good armament, so he must have spent quite a bit of money. Maybe it’s an enlisted soldier who operates on its own at the top. Either way, it’s a rich story.
[If you save it, you’ll get a pretty big reward.]
With the instinct of a sad adventurer, I decided to start with the balance sheet. I don’t know why I foolishly stepped into the territory of the orcs, but I calculated that there would be no loss even if I saved it.
“Quiik!”
“Hey, that’s a human! Help!”
The orcs found us first, followed by the members of the upper ranks. The merchant hiding behind the wagon saw us and screamed loudly.
“I ask for your support.”
“Ha ha… It’s useless, like a good-natured fool.”
The warrior with an ax and shield stepped forward, and the fairy took a step back to restring her bow. Concerned about the consumption of power, it seemed that he would use a normal arrow this time.
A few orcs still attack the caravan, some of them turning their heads to show their hostility towards us. One of the orcs threw a stone at the warrior’s helmet hole, and the warrior stomped lightly.
“Thank you! aaa!”
The stone missed its target due to the sudden strong wind. As the warrior drew the attention of the orcs with an angry roar, the fairy fired several arrows at the same time.
This time too, the hero added his strength. The embers hanging from the tip of the fairy’s arrowhead quickly flared up, becoming a fire of a size that was not small and attacked the orcs.
“Now! Let’s show those snub-nose bastards a hard time!”
The top also responded to this. According to the captain’s cry, the mercenaries or privates who were rushing to the defense turned aggressive, and the orcs, whose numbers were reduced due to dealing with us, were pushed back.
The hero did his best in the category of a ‘silver grade wizard’. But even with that alone, her influence on the battlefield was absolute.
“Thank you for saving me. You are really good at it.”
“·······.”
“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable!”
The magic power of the warrior was of the highest level, but she caused multiple phenomena at the same time and her application power was excellent, so even with the same power, the effect was much better.
Adventurers who would have teamed up with many wizards are surprised, and seeing that fast-calculating merchant pretending to be friendly and approaching. Of course, as soon as the warrior looked at the merchant, she immediately shrank.
I won’t, no matter how scary the warrior’s mask looks. Is it because the wall is small?
“Because you will be rewarded well.”
“Layla! Should I start by saying that to those who were already injured?”
“Ha ha, no. If you are a merchant, you should be more thorough with calculations than anyone else. Thank you again.”
After the battle, we joined the guild and rested. While watching the mercenaries slaughtering orcs, I heard something like crying.
“What are you talking about?”
Anyway, this sensitive elf girl seemed to have heard the same thing. She, who was resting a little away from us, jumped up.
“What are you talking about?”
“Can’t you hear me? This cry… Can’t it?”
Of course, it would be fun if it developed like a ghost, but unfortunately I already knew the identity of this cry.
Following the cries, the fairy approached one of the carriages. Cries were coming from the wagon, where a corner of the ceiling was broken, as if it had been hit by a stone.
“What is it?”
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“Get out of the way.”
The fairy lightly pushed the mercenary who was blocking her way, and while the embarrassed mercenary hovered over her, the carriage door was thrown open. Her expression was colder than ever.
“This is…”
Somehow, I was wondering if the soundproofing was useless for a wagon. If the wagon hadn’t been damaged by the orcs’ attack, the fairies wouldn’t have noticed until the end, even if we didn’t.
Leyla opened the door, and inside her wagon lay the corpse of a fairy with her head broken and her blood dripping, and another nymph hugging the corpse and crying.
A clear stigma stood out between the torn clothes, as if it had been engraved not long ago. Unlike the glorious stigmata that symbolizes a servant of God, a disgraceful mark indicating someone’s possession.
This upper class was a slave trader.