Chapter 47 Return Of Gratitude
"Having walked and run, hiding in the woods during the day to forcibly rest, and repeating that for seven days... Isn't it unbelievable that it wouldn't take two days by carriage?"
I thought, "We should set up camp and take a break," but they (the horse?) wouldn't stop. Both of them showed signs of "still okay", so I had them push on, even if it was a bit too much.
"I see, but don't you find it strange that someone could cover this distance in seven days?"
Rosalier-san, with a somewhat amazed expression, offered me words of advice.
"Really?"
"Yes. It took me three days to transport by horse and carriage, you know? I said again, three days."
"I didn't mean that just because it's walkable..."
"I thought you'd realize it along the way..."
On the evening of the second day after leaving Watterhill, we arrived at our destination sooner than expected. With some preparations, it was actually the night of the third day. Rosalier-san and I were climbing a wall leading to a certain mansion.
'Why are we climbing?'
'If you want to break through head-on, I won't stop you, but...'
'That's impossible.'
'That's right, so, please climb as quickly as you can.'
Rosalier-san climbed ahead, lowered the rope, and we forcefully climbed using sheer strength. We took a break on the intermediate floor and whispered to each other before continuing to climb with brute force.
Well, I wasn't exactly an ordinary person with great physical strength. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to climb like this. If I were in Japan, it would be absolutely impossible.
'Are we in the right place?'
'Yes, this is where I was requested.'
'I see. So this must be the mansion of that famous aristocrat.'
'That's correct.'
No way, on top of this small hill, there are even walls, and they are in two layers. On top of the foundation, there is a mansion. It's like a small fortress.
Rosalier-san took out a black knife from under her skirt. The blade is about the length of a slightly longer sashimi knife. It looks like the kind of weapon Rosalier-san would carry.
'Is this the one you had when I was with you?'
'It's a knife I've been using since I was little, for hunting.'
'So I'm similar to boars and deer, huh...'
'It's not that simple of an existence...'
After that, I followed behind Rosalier-san. From what seemed to be the mansion, there was a distance of about 100 meters. That's where we were heading.
'By the way, are they really here?'
'Yes. I contacted them after obtaining the target's information.'
'I see.'
'They seem to still be searching. For Goshujin-sama...'
She replied that way, but her shoulders were shaking. There was tension in her clenched fists.
'Yes, yes. Don't be mad. Thank you, just for worrying about me like that, I'm happy.'
'It's not just that... By the way,'
'Hm?'
'Are you really okay with the method we discussed earlier?'
'It's okay because I'm here. Plus, it would be troublesome if there's a commotion.'
'Understood. Then, as planned.'
We arrived at this separate building at the time promised by Rosalier-san. Inside the building were the owner of the adjacent mansion, this nobleman, the master himself, and his butler. It seems they had to go out of their way to show my wanted list so that the Daioraden royal family wouldn't find out about it or take it seriously.
'Alright then? First, go ahead without holding back.'
'Yes, understood. Well then, I'll be off.'
'Yeah. Please.'
Rosalier-san disappeared into the separate building. I listened at the door of the building, trying to hear what was going on inside. I could hear up to 'You were late――', but then I couldn't hear anything else.
After a while, Rosalier-san came out. Amazing, not even a drop of blood on her. As expected of my maid.
'I've taken care of it.'
'Yeah, thank you, and it's okay. I'll bear any guilt Rosalier-san might feel.'
I open the door and enter the building. There's a narrow corridor, and there's a room with only one light leaking. From the outside, it doesn't look like light is leaking, so it's quite isolated. The fact that there are people inside is meant to be concealed.
There's a young man who appears to be a nobleman, lying on his back with his hands and feet tied. The butler is lying face down, with his hands tied behind his back. Don't forget to tie his legs too. Just as I ordered, only the butler has a gag on. But, it's the first time I've seen something like this, it's, how do I put it, a complex feeling. These guys are the culprits who tried to kill me.
There's blood splattered all over the place. I accidentally stepped on it too, but I'll come back later, so it's okay. Oh, and neither of them moves a muscle. I asked Rosalier-san, "You can go all out and do it," so it's okay. If we're going to tie someone up like this, it's easier if they're dead.
"Now then, 'Resurrect (Resurrection Spell)'. One more time, 'Resurrect'..."
Both of them, their bodies twitched for a moment. Yeah, they've come back to life properly. The things scattered on the floor, for some reason, recovered. It's a strange phenomenon that ignores the laws of physics, and it's somehow touching. Even though I'm the one casting Resurrect.
Rosalier-san seems surprised. I can sense it. I've been watching her being revived, so I know what the outcome will be.
Oh, the nobleman is glaring at me.
"Nice to meet you. Do you know who I am? Maybe you do recognize my face. I am Tatsuma Soutome."
"...When did you intrude?"
"Wait, my questions and your answers are not aligning."
"Kermiot! Is Kermiot not here?"
"By Kermiot-san, do you mean the butler lying there? Ah, Rosalia-san. Can you close the entrance there?"
"Yes, understood."
She closes the door behind us.
"So? What's your point? Have I done something to you? The Marquis of Daioraden Kingdom, His Excellency Howribelum Gror?"
Depending on interpretation, a marquis may not necessarily have royal blood, right? I read somewhere that they may rise through several generations from barons and viscounts. Rosalier-san had already informed me. This young man—well, he seems to be about five years older than me.
"Huh? You're not going to answer? Well, I guess that can't be helped. Twist the towel and stuff it in his mouth."
I twisted the towel and stuffed it into the mouth of Marquis Howribelum. I held onto the little finger of his right hand, which was tied in a visible place.
"There we go."
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