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Chapter 345
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Chapter 345 – Try to Bomb
Before I had a chance to ask about the collar problem that had been bothering me, the PMC combatant who had surrendered was disarmed and taken into custody by the Capital Guard. So I decided to ask Ecla-san, who had come to inspect the refugees, about it.
“It’s called ‘torailandoera.'” [T/n: Trial and Error].
“Huh?”
So, it seems that this summoned group managed to remove the slave collar on their own. I can understand the trial part, but the error is…
“Yoshua, what does ‘torailandoera’ mean?”
“It means try and fail. You know, like when the dwarves of Casemaian take apart and put back together machines they’ve never seen before? When they do that and it doesn’t work, they try again and start over. That’s what ‘trial and error’ means.”
Ecla-san’s smile faded, and she shook her head.
“Among those who were summoned, there was a technician named ‘Iodi’ who specializes in disarming traps.”
Of course, I don’t know the details, but can a bomb expert also deal with magic tools?
“I see. So that ‘Iodi’ or whatever was able to successfully remove that guy’s collar, huh? As expected from a technician from another world.”
“Yes, and then he tried again and failed and got blown up.”
“…..”
What a terrible ending. It’s as if he tried, made a mistake, and then it was over. It doesn’t feel right.
“I think it’s more likely that the caster realized he had succeeded in removing the collar the first time, rather than failing to remove it.”
So he touched the circle, and it activated the next time. That seems more natural, even though the result was the same.
“Good skill and courage. No one in this world has ever broken the slave collar. He was a man too good to die.”
Because disarming through my storage doesn’t mean I solved it. I could never have defused a bomb without a bomb proof suit. I pray for the soul of the unknown bomb technician who risked his life to save his friends.
“Oh yeah, I didn’t hear the name of the PMC combatant who surrendered.”
“I heard he chose Corlo.”
“What do you mean, chose?”
According to Ecla-san’s explanation, he came to the decision to give up his real name when he realized that he would never be able to return to his original world. If he can’t see his wife and daughter again, he said he wants to seal away as many of their memories as possible. It’s a problem that has nothing to do with me, but I can understand his feelings.
“I think it’s not a bad name. It’s the same name as the party I was in.”
“Hmm?”
The legendary elite party that Ecla-san once led. I thought I heard it called ‘Clown,’ not ‘Corlo.’ Or is that the summoner’s automatic translation? If the name is transmitted as the same name, then maybe the two words mean the same thing. So it’s a word for clown. I don’t know if it’s such a self-deprecating name, but I have no reason to object to it.
“Miss Eckenklaut.”
There was a knock on the door, and the “PMC combatant,” now known as “Republic Citizen Corlo,” entered the room where we were.
“You said there was no need for me to be monitored, but is that okay?”
“Whether it is okay or not, the country that would make you a spy no longer exists. It’s the Demon King’s decision, so I trust him.”
I’m a little confused by the sudden turn of events, but I’ll do my best to take responsibility if anything goes wrong.
“Well, Corlo, for now, you’ll learn various things while you’re being evaluated by the Council’s affiliated organizations. That man there is your immediate superior.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He straightened his back and answered, bowed to me and Myrril, and then left with the man who seemed to be a civilian official. He had experience as an engineer and military service before joining the PMC, so he was far more adept than I at reading hierarchical relationships, the mood of a place, and whether someone was trustworthy or not.
“Leave the rest to me, Demon King. As long as he tries to live a serious life, I won’t do anything bad to him.”
Ecla-san will help him politically, Loringen-san will help him with business, and McKin-san will help him with supplies and connections. I appreciate it, but he is not important enough to be supported by the three leading figures of the Republic, or rather, the fact that he is only being saved somehow makes it difficult for me to react.
“Don’t look like that. We’re all the same.”
Did it show on my face again? Ecla-san smiles at me.
“All the summoned people I’ve met so far have had strong personalities and abnormal powers, but Corlo seems to be different. I think we’ve got a good one.”
Ecla-san’s look is full of meaning.
“Yes. Yoshua’s judgment of people is never wrong. He often acts without thinking too much. None of the people he has helped and made his allies in the past have gone astray.”
“That’s about it. It seems like this is the first time I’ve had a normal conversation with a summoned person.”
“No, Ecla-san! You talk to me normally, don’t you? You talk to Rinko and Miyuki, the former Saint, too…”
That’s not what I meant, Ecla-san says, looking at Myrril. The two of them nod at each other despite my confusion. What is this? I’m a normal person with common sense. I’ve made it this far only with the power of the firearms and weapons I bought from Simon, but I’d lose if I were unarmed.
“That’s right, I collected Corlo’s weapons because they were dangerous.”
“That’s okay. He doesn’t need them anymore.”
Although he’s young, Corlo is probably in his late twenties. Ecla-san tells us this without seeming to mind.
“The flow of his magic power is pure and clear. I’ve had a chance to try it out a bit, and he also has an aptitude for magic. He doesn’t just use his intuition or senses, but thinks with his head and moves efficiently.”
I see, so he’s that type. There certainly weren’t any summoned ones like that among the people I met.
“He has a decent amount of magic power, and his control isn’t bad either. If this is his first contact with magic, he’ll be fine with a little training.”
That’s good to hear. If he was going to continue living his life in a depressed and smoldering state, it would have been a little awkward to save him. Even if it didn’t mean that he should have been killed.
“Well then, Ecla-dono. I’m sorry to dump all this on you, but we’re returning to Sarz in the morning. Are any of the refugees going to Sarz?”
“Ah, yes. There were two families who said they’d be better off in a small town. Can you arrange for their transportation?”
“Of course. It feels like it’s been a while since we were in Sarz, doesn’t it?”
That’s right. We’ve been so busy coming and going that we’ve only had a few days to relax…
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