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

Chapter 287

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Chapter 287 – Remnants and Wreckage

Whatever the source of the sound, it doesn’t seem to be coming towards us right now. I get off the Griffon and take out Casspir behind a broken building. It looks like the Imperial troops are still there, but an armored vehicle will repel even a light attack. It will help protect the non-combatants who can’t move.

“Hjelmar! Myrril! Move the refugees over here.”

“Understood.”

“Roger that.”

I also carry some of them back and forth, and we lay the refugees down on blankets in the back compartment of the Casspir. They have not yet regained consciousness, but from what the child elf can tell, their condition seems stable.

“I saw it at the pirate’s fortress… what is it?”

Ecla-san, already beginning to regain her magic, got off the Griffon and walked over to Casspir on her own two feet.

“…It’s like… a horse-drawn sleigh without a horse, with a tiny castle wall mounted on it…”

“I know you’re trying to make me understand, but you’re exaggerating. On the contrary, I don’t understand at all.”

“Oh, I am sorry. But it is hard to explain, it is a vehicle with a strong outer shell. It is as strong as a small golem. It can defend itself against enemy attacks, so could you please wait here?”

“How about you?”

“Hunting.”

At the sound of Myrril’s happy voice, Ecla-san shook her head.

“Thank you for your help, but this is a matter between the Republic and the Empire. The Emperor has agreed to peace talks. There may be some adjustments in the terms, but basically we have reached an agreement. These mages are nothing more than the remnants of a military faction that rebelled against the decision of a higher authority.”

“That is not our concern. The enemy is the enemy.”

“Are you trying to destroy the whole Empire? At least the people at home are trying to settle the score. What we need now is not a settlement, but a compromise.”

“When and where will the negotiations with the Empire take place?”

The witch, who is now a major figure not only in Sarz and the Southern Territories but also in the Republic, looked at me, lost in thought for a moment.

“Do not worry. I will not attack the Emperor if you ask me.”

“I know. You want to know if these mages are a distraction at the Emperor’s behest, or if they are rebels trying to stop the peace?”

Was it in my face again? I shrugged silently.

“I think it’s the latter. The Emperor has nothing to gain from this. I think the people who attacked Keol wanted to ruin the negotiations and ruin the Emperor’s face.”

“Then the Empire’s negotiating team is part of the Republic.”

Now it’s Ecla-san’s turn to silently nod her head. Judge as you will, but if you don’t deny it, it’s as if you admit it.

“What about Hjelmar’s search for Rinko?”

“That’s the story that came out of the preliminary negotiations on the part of the Empire. He was trying to get a better deal on reparations, and he chose the wrong way to do it.”

Since their saint was kidnapped, the Empire had a reason to invade, right? From the Republic’s point of view, it’s probably just a matter of “Who is that?”

“Rinkov-jouchan was reported dead in the Imperial Army. You may think we don’t know, but you lost when you raised the saint. She was executed for fleeing from the enemy during the battle to defeat the Casemaians, right? The experimental development unit she was in seemed to be making waves with the field verification unit, so it’s most likely that her superiors were stupid enough to make up a bunch of nonsense about her as well.”

“…That’s a tough nut to crack.”

I looked at Myrril. If such a talented person is to be abandoned after being used in vain, then the Empire may well be a country destined to perish.

“Good grief. But she’s already a member of the Casemaian family. If anyone messes with her, we’ll just kill them.”

I don’t think anyone from the Republic would do that.

“Whatever Hjelmar heard, it was a wasted journey.”

“The “Demon King” and the “Devil” can be misinterpreted. I was a little surprised when I saw her. …But after talking to her, I understood right away. That girl is unique.”

“Rinko and Yoshua? Yes, that’s right. That’s exactly right.

Why is that? Don’t put us in the same boat.

“It’s true that we’re from the same town, but I’m a merchant, and I don’t know anything about making things or developing technology. She’s like a relative of the dwarves, she makes all kinds of weird stuff and plays with it with glee…”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“You can’t see yourself. Let’s go, Yoshua.”

I stowed my hovercraft and headed for the Keol. From behind me, I heard Ecla-san grumble with a wry smile.

“There are many different kinds of dragons out there. From a human’s point of view, all dragons are dragons.”

On the way to Keol, the sound of what sounded like bronze cannons was heard again. Is it being wielded by the golem assembled at the lord’s mansion? What for? Is it destroying the cityscape for the show, or is it fighting the remaining troops of the lord’s mansion or something? Whatever it is, I don’t think it makes tactical sense. I could just ignore them and leave them alone, but it’s a depressing feeling to have pests flying around in your holiday environment. The fact that the weapons they are wielding are weapons developed by Rinko also irritates me.

“Myrril, what about weapons?”

“We’ll see who we’re up against.”

That makes sense. With Myrril in my arms, I make the jump to the top of the collapsed wall. I still can’t see anything moving. From there, I jump to the roof of the building and aim for the place where the battle or destruction seems to be taking place. I don’t know where Keol’s mansion is, but there are flames and smoke rising from the center of the building. Maybe this is the center of the territory. From time to time, I could hear the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

“The visibility is poor. From the sound of it, is it a golem on the rampage?”

“Maybe it is. Yoshua, if it is a golem, you can capture it, can’t you?”

“No, I don’t think so. When I tried it before, it was rejected because it was in the category of living beings.”

“Didn’t you store that thing called ‘Ekura no Puran’?”

No, because it is a vehicle… Huh?

“Rinko and the others said it was a relative of the wooden golem. Perhaps her increased abilities have widened the margin of error.”

Hmm. If it is a golem, I might give it a try.

“There was a time when I thought it was.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t see how that’s possible.”

In the smoky ruins, I saw a distorted silhouette rise. Standing upright, it was about 10 meters tall. Its head, when standing, slightly exceeded the height of a two-story building. It looked like a scarecrow made of raw wood and dead flesh joined together and secured with metal. It moves in a strangely irregular and awkward manner, leaning and bouncing its body in small steps. The movements resemble those of a wounded person, but we do not know why. Perhaps having difficulty maintaining its balance, it clings to a long stick-like object in its hand. The spherical head, cut and glued from rawhide, is strangely large but has no eyes, nose, or mouth. Like a server or something, lights of various sizes blink randomly all over its body.

“All sorts of strange things, but is it really a golem?”

“It doesn’t look like a human rider, but what else can you call it but a golem?”

“I suppose so.”

The puppet I saw on the southern continent… is more like a sand puppet powered by the resentment of the dead.

“The glowing lights on its arms, legs, and torso are crests for maintaining the cavalry and offensive words. There doesn’t seem to be anything to form a magical barrier…?”

The golem, bending its knees and storing its strength, leaped into the air with a tremendous spring. The long staff we had been clinging to was swung over our stunned faces.

“Yoshua.”

As I teleported out of the way, there was a whirring wind noise, and the house we had just been on the roof disappeared as if it had exploded. It looks back at us, its entire body flickering again. The countless lights flickering on its face looked like eyes and made me sick.

“It seems that… there are no humans on board.”

“An unmanned magic tool? Where are all the mages?”

“No, it’s just that they’re not riding. The mages of the Empire are there.”

“Huh?”

The golem Myrril pointed to had a number of struggling human-like objects embedded in its chest and the back of its head. Perhaps it had run out of strength trying to escape, but it was frozen in an agonized state as it desperately tried to pull its buried body out of the ground.

…Gross! What the hell is that?

“Hey, Mir. I don’t think those mages are alive in that state, do you?”

“If the golem is alive, then it is alive. I don’t know if they’re conscious or not.”