I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 212

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Chapter 212 – Handyman Business

Ecla-san silently looks down at the people in green cloaks gathered in front of the city gate.

“So.”

“The enemy is one hundred and fifty of the elite of the Northern Territories and one hundred and twenty reinforcements of the Imperial Army. They crossed the territorial border at a tremendous speed and stormed in. So we went to the Southern Territory to ask for help…”

“So you left the front. One messenger would have done the job, but instead, there were nearly a hundred of you, forgetting the defense of your territory and the protection of your people and abandoning your weapons and equipment.”

Her tone was calm but cold, and her indignation was clear. I realized that the high-handed, condescending attitude she had directed at us was relatively calm and peaceful to her. Despite the considerable distance between us, the Western Territories soldiers trembled under Ecla-san’s angry and murderous gaze. The difference with Myrril-san is that the murderous intent has a certain direction and has less effect on the allies. Hmm, this is what you call the benefit of age…

“Your Majesty the Demon King. What is it?”

She should have her back to me, but I don’t know what she read in my mind, but the look she gave me made my groin cower.

“N-n-n-n-nothing, it’s nothing.”

As I raised my hands in surrender with a bite in my mouth, Myrril-san poked me in the side and shook her head as if to tell me not to provoke her when she was in the middle of a tantrum. It’s absurd to look intently into someone’s mind when they’re not looking at you.

“Well, you deserters who fled from the enemy, how many men do you have in the Western Territories?”

“No, we…”

“Enough of your nonsense. I’m asking you how many men you have. Are you so weak that you can be overrun by the remnants of the rebels? Or are you so incompetent as to be unbelievable?”

The Green Cloak soldiers, who have run away, abandoning their weapons and their pride, cannot even look at each other, let alone argue with the question that has been put to them with open contempt.

“The Council has already reported that while the capital was under siege by the rebels, the Western Territories did not respond to repeated requests for help but instead hid in their own territory. If we were to interpret this in the most favorable way, it is likely that they were saving their troops and supplies for the coming crisis. So what now? After repeated defeats, the rebel forces were brought to the brink of destruction by the counter-insurgency operations in the southern and central territories with the help of Takifu-dono here. The fleet was literally destroyed, supplies were cut off, and the northern lord was removed from his post, leaving him with no place to return to. Now there are only two hundred or so losers who have nothing to cling to and no one to turn to except to run for their lives. So what? Did you escape without fighting the remnants?”

“T-That is…”

“Who is the supreme commander among you?”

Ignoring the protests, Ecla-san looked around at the soldiers. Everyone’s face is downcast, and no one wants to make eye contact with her. Even though they are shameless deserters… or at least deserters, they are aware of the consequences of coming forward.

“If you had come forward, there would have been some consideration of extenuating circumstances.”

The “Witch of Sarz” easily found and shot the highest-ranking commander, probably using some sort of appraisal. There was no chant, no warning, just a pointing finger.

“…..Hyaa.”

The commander, who had an ice arrow shot into his forehead, froze in place with a blank expression on his face without collapsing. She showed the soldiers about the end of a deserter. It’s a terrible thing to see, even for a stranger.

“Even if you escape death now, it will be the same. You will be punished for desertion and fleeing from the enemy. Your corpses will be exposed, and you will be thrown away without being given to your families.”

“””…..”””

“It is disgusting to watch. Lock them up, even in jail!”

Ecla-san ordered the guards of Sarz. Of course, she is the head of the Adventurers’ Guild and should not be in charge of the guards, but if she is a legendary witch, to begin with, she must be in a higher position than the captain of the guards. Without anyone having any doubts, they move to detain the soldiers of the Western Territories.

The Sarz prison, from what I have seen so far, should only have about four cells crammed with ten people. I wonder if they will be forced to cram in more than double the capacity.

From the looks of it, it looks like they’re going to.

“Your Majesty, the Demon King. Please excuse my appearance.”

“No problem.”

Her manner and tone are polite, but she is as condescending as ever. I feel even more distant from her than when I spoke to her in the Guild Master’s room. Of course, it’s natural for her to be wary when she has the Demon King and his wife wandering around her courtyard. Before that, how can I put it? It’s like being told to teach the earth dragon I’m supposed to defeat a trick.

“Ecla-dono, would it be better if we went to the border of the territory to check the situation?”

At Myrril’s suggestion, Ecla’s face turned pensive. When they sent out Ivan-san and the others, they must have thought that they were only doing reconnaissance or supporting the Western Territories forces, but they must not have thought of a total collapse of the local forces. In terms of personal combat power, Ecla-san is probably the strongest in the Republic even today, but she is incapable of launching a major offensive.

Sighing, the “Witch of Sarz” took off her condescending mask as if it had become too much trouble for her.

“It would be great if it were possible to help. But, you know, this is not a matter for adventurers or merchants but for the internal affairs of the Republic, so to speak. What do you call it so far? Significant contributions? And if even the lords don’t reward you enough, and you’ve helped us even more, there’s nothing to repay. In my current position, I have nothing to return except a small monetary reward.”

“That’s tough.”

Surprisingly, Myrril does not seem to be offended by Ecla-san’s blunt attitude so far. On the contrary, she even seems to have a somewhat positive impression of her. Perhaps she feels that they are somewhat alike? I don’t really understand that part.

“You are a renowned magician, a competent administrator, and potentially a ruler. You have an unparalleled talent that even an ordinary person like me can recognize. However, you seem to be unable to read a merchant’s character.”

“…..? Merchant?”

” Yes. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but Takifu’s unusual ability is only tremendously powerful when he’s a merchant. The ‘uwin-uwin’ idea is a clear manifestation of an abnormality that even I cannot fully understand.” [T/n: win-win.]

“Uwin? What is that?”

“A deal in which one side makes money, and the other side loses money is a second-rate deal, while a deal in which both sides share the loss is a third-rate deal. When both parties benefit and become happy, and this relationship leads to the future, that is the “uwin-uwin,” the first-class deal method of the Demon King of Demon Kings.”

Mir-san, aren’t you making up even more stories than before? Ecla-san looks at me with a very subtle expression on her face.

“…So you think you can even turn this situation into a mutually beneficial outcome for both parties?”

Of course. Well, you can just sit back and watch. You will eventually learn the horrors of the Demon King in a different way.