Chapter 310
Chapter 310
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Chapter 310 – The Journey of the Two
After spending the night in the cold sleeping quarters of the fortress the next morning.
Leaving everything else to Ecla-san, including the saint, the apostle, the child elf, and the pile of Imperial Army corpses, Myrril and I set out on our journey. This time, it’s our first serious attack, not as a temporary measure, or as a result of someone else’s support, or as a compromise. We’re going to kill our enemies, plain and simple. There’s no more hesitation. We’ve already done it, we’ve already talked about it, and there’s no need to reaffirm it. There might be some kind of crude greeting, though. Or rather, we’ve already had plenty of those.
“Mir”
“All clear, proceed.”
On the way, we’ll be driving through the forest and narrow mountain roads, so I’ve got my trusty tiger cub, Ural. Not a truck, but a motorcycle with a sidecar. Of course, it’s uncomfortable. It’s not as good as a four-wheel drive car for traversing rough terrain. It’s cold. But this is “our vehicle”. I thought about asking Simon to add some equipment and ammunition, but I decided against it. Let’s kill them as we are. I thought to myself. It was like a trip you take on a sunny vacation afternoon, just walking around. No, I don’t even know what I mean.
As we rode through the forest, where patches of snow had accumulated, I saw Myrril happily holding Uzi in the sidecar.
“Are you having fun, Yoshua?”
“Yes. I don’t know why, but I’m excited in a strange way.”
“It’s because we’re together, isn’t it?”
Well, that’s true. But more than that, I think this is a kind of escape. Escape from what, you ask? Probably reality.
I feel like it’s very “free” to throw away everything you’ve accumulated so far―the, the good and the bad; the things you like and the things you don’t like―and go without a destination, without a plan. It’s like the overseas trips I took when I was a student, where I just picked a destination, bought an open ticket, and went on a whim. I remember these unplanned trips, which I took only a few times over and over again during my days as a corporate slave. It wasn’t a case of thinking, “I want to do that again,” or “That was fun.” It was more like something that happened to someone else, like a scene from an old movie that kept coming back to me. I think that was the original landscape of my once-free mind.
It started to slip, so I slowed down and thought about my line as I continued. I was in two-wheel drive, so the tires had a good grip, but my driving wasn’t very good, so it was easy to lose my balance.
After a while, my vision cleared up. However, this was in the middle of a deep forest, so it didn’t mean I could see outside.
“Wow… this is beautiful.”
In the depths of the dim forest, the sunlight filtering through the trees shines down on the path we are following in a series of bands of light. As we make our way through this quiet, still landscape, with not a single living thing in sight, it feels like we are the only people in the world. It’s been a long time since I felt such a naive, sentimental feeling.
“Hang on, it’s going to get a little bumpy.”
As we head deeper into the forest, the snow almost disappears, and the road begins to get rougher. I carefully open the throttle as the Ural shakes and splashes dirt and muddy water. Every time the vehicle is lifted by roots or hollows in the ground, Myrril squeals with delight. I don’t feel too cold. The feeling of being protected by something that lasts forever maybe the blessing of old Lukemon’s miracle.
“It seems that the elves have worked on this forest. There are obstacles along the way.”
Myrril explains, pointing outside the path, but I can’t see anything. Apparently, it’s a barrier to protect passing travellers from wild animals and magical beasts. No wonder it’s so quiet.
“So, are there any dangerous magical beasts around here?”
“It’s an old, simple barrier. It’s not that effective. In fact, there seem to be some hibernating bears.”
According to Myrill, they either imitate rocks or live in dark forests and are said to be fierce and huge. I remember that hibernating bears are in a semi-awake state. We move as quietly as possible.
After about two hours of uninterrupted driving, we came to the top of a small hill and stopped to take a break. I put a cardboard box on the dry grass as a table and put out some herbal tea and snacks.
When I turned off the engine, the noise suddenly disappeared, leaving a slight ringing in my ears. Myrril laughed when she saw me pinch my nose and pull my ears.
“Well then. Even blacksmiths suffer from ringing in the ears when they’re new to the job.”
She put her hand to my ear and immediately healed it.
“Oh, thank you. Is this healing magic?”
“No, it’s not magic. It’s a simple magical energy circuit. Most blacksmiths have one.”
Once my ears had returned to normal, I could truly feel the silence of the forest. The wind rustled the leaves occasionally, and in the distance, I could hear the chirping of birds. Something small, like a squirrel, rustling in the nearby foliage.
The breeze hitting my sweaty body felt good. I must be thirsty; the tea tastes good.
“This is such a relief.”
The sky, visible through the gaps in the tree trunks, is clear and cloudless. The drones are no longer above us.
Rinko told me about what happened in Casemaian last night. The naval invasion strategy that had brought all the naval forces of the Imperial Navy was quickly reduced to nothing more than seaweed. I think even the Imperial Navy guys probably understood that there was no way they could win. By the time Casemaian came within range of the bronze cannons, it was completely surrounded by Republic naval vessels. The artillery was blown up and set on fire by the mage unit’s attack magic, and it sank after being hit by a barrage of catapults as it drifted away. There were no survivors among the Imperial Navy sailors who fell into the winter sea. There were no casualties among the Republic forces, which were many times their size, but by attracting so many men and weapons, the Imperial Navy probably achieved its goal.
The destruction of the army units that were the primary target was not the sailors’ fault.
After passing through the mountainous region known in the Republic as the Western Mountains―the Empire, of course, must have a different name for it―the road is flat for a while. It’s the same simple, flat road I saw on the scouting mission from Casemaian to the Empire’s capital. I think I heard that it was to eliminate places where the enemy could hide and prevent an invasion. The Empire is adept at using mortars and attack magic, so they secure a firing range for this purpose. I don’t know how effective it will be.
“It already feels like the Empire here. We must have crossed the border somewhere along the way.”
“There were no checkpoints or signs.”
“If they’re fighting over the choice of the border, surely they would have at least posted some soldiers?”
So far, there are no soldiers in sight. Perhaps there are no forces left to defend the Imperial Capital.
“Oh, turn left at the next intersection.”
When we came to a three-way intersection, Myrril said with a confident voice.
“Do you know the way?”
“How should I know? The first and last time I went to the Imperial Capital was with you.”
I don’t know what that means, but it’s probably just the dwarf’s intuition. I turn the wheel according to the instructions of the noja-navigator. In any case, there is no other navigation to rely on. I refused the help of Rinko and the Winged Tribe. I thought I would try not to accept support as much as possible. It has no special meaning. I am not even aware of the reason for it. Including the fact that it is just a hunch, Myrril seems to understand… as usual. Besides, the noja loli teacher seems to be having a lot of fun, but why?
“This is the trip I’ve been dreaming about for a long time.”
As she takes off her bowl-shaped helmet goggles, she looks at me with a big smile on her face. She looks like a reverse panda from all the mud she’s gotten on the trip, but that’s what makes her so cute.
“I wonder if you’re a backpacker, Myrril-san?”
“I don’t know what you mean by ‘backpacker,’ but I guess that’s it. You don’t take anything with you, you don’t think about anything, you just go where the wind takes you, where your heart takes you, and you look for scenery you’ve never seen before.”
“That’s it, the backpacker mentality. I used to think that myself. It’s fun, that feeling.”
A mixture of fear, anticipation, a sense of loss and alienation, mixed with a bittersweet sense of loneliness. I wish it could go on like this forever.
“When it comes down to it, I don’t care about the Emperor.”
As I thought, Myrril and I are in agreement.
“I know.”
But that’s not going to happen. I’m going to kill him. He’s the biggest and worst debt we ever had.
“Yoshua, I’m hungry.”
“Yes, it’s almost noon. Let’s get something to eat somewhere…”
What are you looking at, Myrril-san? Why are you holding a UZI?
“I hope it reaches you, but it might be a little short… All right!”
Well, I don’t know what you mean. I thought I saw the forest swaying a few hundred meters away, but I couldn’t see anything with my eyesight.
“Enemy?”
“It’s a deer. It’s not as good as the one we killed in Nordanan, but it was a tasty-looking little deer.”
Ah, Mantredia, right? A monster deer that deflected Tokarev bullets like they were peashooters. If such a thing existed, I’d run, but I think Myrril said they only lived in the Republic.
“A little to the left. It’s behind that fallen tree.”
I’m going to check out the prey I shot while driving my Ural along the snow-covered, flat road. I think I’ll have some grilled meat for lunch.
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