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Chapter 301
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Chapter 301 – Silver Puppet
“Eh.”
Ecla-san wants to help the kingdom’s former saint?
Regardless of the pros and cons, it is difficult to understand the emotional flow of the story. Even though she was completely transformed by the Empire’s remodeling surgery or magical treatment, she was originally supposed to be a Japanese college girl or something. She was wearing a recruitment suit when I first met her in the Chalk Room. I don’t think Ecla-san and a saint like that are acquainted. So why did she want to help her?
“Do you disagree with it, Takifu?”
“Neither for nor against; I don’t know her well.”
I don’t know what she’s been doing since she was summoned to the kingdom other than being used as a good advertisement for the kingdom. If she openly opposed us, I would kill her, but… I don’t hold a grudge against her… at least not yet. When I confronted her as a bargaining chip for the Empire’s army, I wouldn’t have let her go for nothing if she’d given Myrril even a single scratch.
“I’ve never met Byugi either. I only know her name, what she looks like, and what she is trying to do, as information from the research team. But what she is trying to do now is to save the lost and the defeated. It’s a crazy agitation that says that even if you have no status, no origin, no ability, you can live your life the way you want to.”
“And that was your question before, wasn’t it?”
Ecla-san nodded.
“I thought it was some kind of crazy idea. What’s even more amazing is that she seems to be seriously chanting what I can only assume is a crazy idea.”
In the direction Ecla-san pointed, the entire fortress appeared. On the other side of the hill was a double wall surrounded by forest. Inside the fortress, there was a simple fortress shaped like an upside-down bucket. Several bonfires were burning around it, but the fortress visible in the distance was conspicuously empty of people.
“There she is.”
Myrril said, and I turned on my binoculars. At the top of the fortress, on top of the bell tower that juts out a little, stands a lone witch in silver and white armor and a black cloak.
The distance between us was about 500 meters. Remington could have easily sniped her. But Myrril did not move, just looked at me. I told her no with a look in my eyes, but all I got was a nod of agreement.
Where once she would have had unfettered rights and opportunities as a Japanese college girl, now there is nothing around her. No companions, no followers, no guards, no roof over her head, no shield. I thought that was how the “apostles” were treating her now.
“Equality under God,” huh? In her current situation, that’s just a pipe dream. If she really means it, she must be crazy.”
I was at a loss for an answer, and Ecla-san looked back at me with the same troubled expression on her face.
“Even so. As far as I’m concerned, the dream that Byugi is spreading to the people around her right now is…”
“…Such a selfish thing, for now.”
“I know. It’s a little late for that. And yes, it is selfish. But, Your Majesty, the Demon King. The feelings Byugi had for you before were not anger, hatred, or murderous intent.”
“…..”
Oh, I don’t want to hear it.
But I won’t stop Ecla-san. I guess I’m not qualified to do that. I knew the day would come when this kind of story would come out.
“That girl, you know. When she was confronted with you, she screamed, ‘Help me!'”
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“Sorry.”
No need to apologize. I am a party to this. In fact, I’m much more involved than you are.
Myrril was only armed with her usual UZI and Star automatic pistol. I have a MAC 10 and a .22 Sturmruger in my shoulder holster instead of the Browning Hi-Power.
“What about Hjelmar?”
“I don’t think I’m up to it. I’ll stay here.”
“Umu. The safety of Ecla-dono is… well, we don’t need to assure you of that.”
“I’d rather you didn’t blow up the fortress. The Republic still has use for that place.”
“Understood.”
“What do you think of me?”
Even though I complained, Ecla-san just shook her head with a calm face. She probably doesn’t intend to exterminate them, at least for now.
“They’re coming out. About 20 cavalrymen.”
I stowed the hovercraft and took out the armored personnel carrier behind the ridge instead. Hjelmar would be an easy target there. Well, he wasn’t even scared off by a few attacks, so there was no need for him to do anything more than find out what the other side was going to do.
“Don’t touch anything except the enemy coming towards you. Think of your own safety first.”
“Don’t treat me like a child! I’m the newest member of the Special Magic Academic Zone!”
I thought he was just calling himself that, but the fact that Ecla-san smiled and didn’t deny it must mean it was true.
“I understand. If anyone gets hurt or arrested, I’ll ask you to take care of them.”
“Yes.”
In this case, the ability to teleport is useful for closing the distance at once, but it is too careless at any cost. The woman quietly looks down from inside the fortress, holding a twisted magic wand behind her back. She has the posture of a girl waiting for someone and seems to be thinking about something or oblivious to us. …Or so it seems.
“…Are you Byugi?”
The former saint suddenly raised her eyes and looked back at us, still wearing her fully equipped silver armor. She doesn’t look like she’s going to attack us or even get ready to do so. She looked at the three of us and tilted her head in a horribly girlish gesture. Her face was also hidden by her armor, so it felt really strange.
“Everyone says so, but… It’s Miyuki.”
Oh, of course. I knew there had to be some kind of message game going on somewhere with the Japanese and the word Byugi. Judging by her reaction with a gentle smile, she seemed to have regained her senses… but on the other hand, it was also unpleasant. She was too defenseless and too calm in this situation.
“You are Demon King Takefu and Her Majesty Queen Myrril, aren’t you? And also the witch of the special class party, Eckencrat-sama.”
“You’re using a very old name again…”
Is Ecla-san an abbreviation or a nickname? Regardless, the problem is the source of the saint’s knowledge of the old name. Ecla-san looked at me and looked grim.
“I see. That makes sense now. So you’re connected to the Emperor now, right?”
“Yes.”
With a voice and gesture of happiness, the saint in armor raised her wand.