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Chapter 343
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Chapter 343 – Castaway
“It was delicious…”
Surrounded by children with tear-filled eyes, Myrril and I had tea after lunch in what looked like an auditorium. This is a training facility for new recruits in a corner of the barracks. It is currently out of season and empty, and we have been given permission to use it as a temporary shelter for the refugees.
“Are your stomachs full?”
I don’t know how much they’ve eaten, but the children’s stomachs are round and full. When I poke them with my finger for fun, they giggle with joy. Well, they look happy, which is the most important thing.
In another room, the parents of the refugees are being told where they will be resettled and what jobs will be available to them. The Republic is quite kind to immigrants.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Ecla-san returned with Furnas-san. In her hands were some documents and a note. On the top paper was a strange drawing. There were sticks sticking out at various places. There was a distinctive triangle at the point where it thickened slightly from the tip.
“Emufo?” [T/n: M4.]
I nod silently to Myrril, who tells me in a low voice. As I thought, there are survivors of the PMC.
“Ah, this is the weapon of the soldier the scout told us about. He said it was a strange magic staff, but isn’t it some kind of ‘weapon’ that the Takifu use?”
Ecla-san points to the picture and reads our thoughts.
“That’s right. It must be a stray shot from the summoned people we fought. We didn’t defeat them all that thoroughly except for the Emperor.”
“If that’s the case, it’s strange. They all wore slave collars.”
I’ve been wondering about that myself. I don’t know who the mage is, but I thought it exploded when he died. It is a somewhat paranoid magic device that explodes on a signal from the mage, explodes at a certain distance, and explodes even if the wearer tries to remove it. If the mage were alive, it is hard to believe that he would let the wearer go unchecked. They are expensive and dangerous fighters, summoned at the cost of their own people.
If that’s the case, then either the mage was forced to remove the collar through intimidation or bribery, or they found a way to disable it.
“And the purpose of their journey to the Republic is also unknown.”
“Ecla-san, how many soldiers were there?”
“Only one. He seems young. Our scouts tried to make contact, but he got away.”
“Did he use any weapons?”
“Only once, as a warning to stay away.”
It’s not like he ran out of ammunition. If he doesn’t want to fight… no, we shouldn’t overestimate the other side. If we accept him and something happens, it’s the people of the Republic who will suffer.
“Yoshua.”
I look up at Myrril’s voice. She understands my feelings. Sometimes, that’s a little painful, especially when I know my own wishes are wrong.
“Why don’t you go to him?”
“But…”
“I know you’re thinking about something troublesome again, but if you’re willing to take responsibility for it, I’m sure Ecla-san will make some concessions.”
The former witch of Sarz looked at us and gave us a desperate look. Furnas-san remained silent and expressionless, looking like he was going to follow the judgment of the director, Ecla-san. For some reason, his cheeks looked a little relaxed.
“Well, we haven’t been harmed yet. If he is a victim of the Emperor, we will at least help save his life. However…”
“Yes. If I judge him to be a threat, I will kill him on the spot.”
From the information I received from Ecla-san, I was able to quickly locate the PMC fighter. The Republic Guard troops had surrounded him, keeping a distance of several hundred meters. They had set up shield bearers with stacked tower shields and were waiting to see what the other side would do. It seemed that this was a suggestion from Furnas-san, who knew the type of weapons the other side had, but it turned out to be the best strategy for both sides.
“Excuse me, who is the one called Luen-san?”
“It’s me, Demon King.”
The elderly commander raised his hand. The man, with his strong build and scarred face, gives the impression of being a strange character, but he seems to be used to fighting and has a relaxed expression on his face. It’s a relief that he’s a commander who doesn’t get impatient when told to wait. I’m also grateful that he didn’t show his personal feelings after learning my identity.
“I have heard the story. I will have him surrender, so could you please give me some time? Here is the power of attorney from Ecla-san and Furnas-san.”
Luen-san took the letters, but without looking at them, he put them in his pocket.
“I hear they’re annoying projectiles, but are you okay?”
“No problem. I’m used to handling them.”
When Myrril showed him the UZI hanging from her shoulder, he sniffed and shrugged.
“If you get killed, we’ll move too, okay?”
“Of course, that’s okay. But that’s not going to happen. If anyone’s going to die, it’ll be him. …I hope that doesn’t happen.”
I teleport to the center of the encirclement with Myrril. There was a bullet impact under my feet, but I could tell that the distance was far enough to be safe.
“Stay away!”
I couldn’t make it out with the automatic translation, but it seemed to be English. Deep in the coniferous forest, in the shade of a felled tree. I could see a crouching silhouette in the area where the voice came from. He was wearing a black cloak, which he must have taken from the Imperial Palace, over his PMC equipment.
“My name is Takefu Yoshiaki. I’m a Japanese businessman, summoned here just like you. We have no intention of harming you or the guards surrounding you.”
Another bullet landed. This time, it was a little closer.
“Shut up! Can you be trusted?”
“You don’t have to.”
Myrril’s voice, spoken softly, reached the man.
“You have two choices: die here or surrender and live. You are within our range. If you fire again, we will kill you.”
“…Uzi?”
From the distinctive silhouette, the man knew that what Myrril was carrying was an Israeli-made submachine gun. Seeing a weapon that was not used in their unit, he must have been convinced that I was a summoned person.
“This man here was summoned in the same way as you and was almost sacrificed to the kingdom. Not only did he survive, but he also had a firm position and respect in three countries. He is also feared. “
“Wait, you…!”
“That’s right. I’m the ‘Demon King of Casemaian’ you were supposed to kill.”
The man fell silent. I don’t know what that means. Behind the cover, I can’t read his emotions or the bar that indicates his hostility.
“We killed the Emperor. We also killed your comrades. But that was because they tried to kill us.”
“I…”
“Think about it. If you haven’t been fitted with a ‘slave collar,’ then you are free. I can help you survive.”
The man’s hesitation is conveyed by his silence.
“But if you surrender here, throw down your weapons. If I see that you have no animosity toward me, I may return them to you later.”
“No way! Who’s going to be captured? I’m going back! My family, my daughter, they’re waiting for me!”
“That is impossible.”
The man cringes at my words.
“There is no way to get back to your world alive. I don’t know what you heard in the Empire, but there is no example of a summoned person returning to his world. Even if you risk your life and escape from here, it will be pointless.”
“No way.”
The man pulls out a gun and puts it to his own head. A look from Myrril leaves the decision to shoot him to me, but I tell her to wait a little longer with my hand.
“But there is a compromise. I tried it once, and it worked. With my ability, I can exchange things with the world I came from. Look.”
With a thud, the armored troop carrier is brought out onto the snowfield. The man, stunned, lowers his pistol and falls out of cover. If we were going to shoot, now would be the time, but it doesn’t look like we’re going to have to.
“Hey, why don’t you look at it as a new beginning and start over? I’ll give you a hand.”
“…..”
“There are other summoned people from the world you come from. I won’t do anything bad to you. If you want to send your daughter some luggage or letters, I have a ‘Polaroid Camera.’ I’ve also thought of a way to put a concealment spell on it, so even if you fill it with gold coins, the customs house won’t be able to find out. If you put in some magical tools that only exist in this world, I’m sure your daughter will understand.”
The man throws down his gun. He looks at me and the others with a face that is both crying and smiling. Judging by his appearance, he seems to be younger than me. Much younger than I expected.
“I told her I’d be back for her birthday…”
Myrril nods gently at the man, who is now crying.
“Then we’d better hurry. There’s a craftsman who makes the best magical tools. If you ask him, it will win your daughter’s heart, you know?”
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