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

Chapter 403

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Chapter 403 – Vacant Space

I teleported to the west side of the city walls, holding Myrril, who had suddenly hugged me. The outer walls of the fortress city meandered along the terrain, so their diameter was not constant, but from the buildings on the east side to the buildings on the west side, it was probably less than a kilometer. I couldn’t see the situation on the other side with my eyesight.

“How is the battle…”

“It seems to be over. Or rather…”

As I searched for a place to land while falling from several hundred meters above the target, Myrril’s voice rang in my ears.

“Looks like it never started.”

The bodies lying around looked like a pile of corpses. There were eighteen of them, and most of them had died in battle while still holding their magic staff. Indeed, it seems to be a matter of a single touch of the arm and a battle before the battle.

In the middle of the scene, Marquis Yerkel and an old man in a red cloak are talking. The dejected-looking elf sitting on the remains of a wagon nearby was Hjelmar, a self-proclaimed “rising star of the Magic Research Special Zone” (but probably just a handy little errand boy).

“Hey, Hjelmar.”

“Ah, the demon king and the demon king’s wife. I hear you’ve come to rescue the Surz.”

“As always, I’m just along for the ride. I was asked by their god.”

“…Ah, please stop that.”

It seems that I am the only one who can hear Mead’s voice again as he hides in shame behind Myrril.

The old man turns around after overhearing our conversation.

“So, Kylie, is that him?”

“Yes, this is the Demon King of Casemaian, Takifu Yoshua-dono.”

The old elf who had been talking to Marquis Yerkel took off the hood of his cloak and bowed slightly to me.

I don’t know what his actual profession is, but he is the picture of a “wise elf.” He has a dignified and intelligent appearance, but his expression is gentle, and you wouldn’t expect it from someone who has just defeated nearly twenty enemies. Not only elves but people who are “scary when they get really angry” tend to look like this.

“It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I am a mage from the Hagwai Magic Research District, and my name is Illidaf. I looked forward to meeting you every time you came to Hagwai, but unfortunately, we always missed each other.”

“Illidaf-dono is a leading figure in the special district and was also a member of the previous Republic Council.”

I hear that a lot. People’s impressions of elves, especially those without distinctive features, can be mixed up.

“Are you by any chance related to Marquis Yerkel, Illidaf-san?”

“Illidaf-dono, the Witch of Sarz, and Hjelmar-kun there, we’re not particularly related, but we know each other. The elven world is small, and we’re often involved in negotiations here and there.”

I nodded in agreement with Marquis Yerkel’s explanation but still couldn’t quite grasp the situation. It seems that the connections between elves are extensive, for better or worse. The question is, how does that relate to this case?

“Illidaf-san, do you need something from me?”

“No, I just wanted to see you out of curiosity. I’m not the only one who wants to meet the ‘30,000 Slayer’ and the ‘Demon King of Annihilation’, am I?”

“No, actually, it wasn’t just me. All the inhabitants worked together to repel it.”

“So you’re not denying the results?”

“It is true that we slaughtered the invading army of the kingdom under his command. After that, we continued to score victories here and there, and now we’ve exceeded 70,000.”

Illidaf-san looks pleased with himself at Myrrilk’s comment. Why are you so happy?

“By the way, Your Majesty the Demon King. You are aware that this land is currently disputed by the three kingdoms, aren’t you?”

“Yes, more or less. The three kingdoms are the Kingdom, the Republic, and… the Empire?”

“No, it’s Casemaian that you rule. The Empire does not really exist anymore. So, the Republic Council… no, we from the Magic Research Special Zone have an unofficial proposal.”

“Mm?”

Hearing Myrril’s growl, which seemed a bit suspicious, Marquis Yerkel and Illidaf-san shook their heads with a wry smile.

“There’s no need to be tense, Your Majesty the Queen. The Republic needs the stability of this land, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be our own territory. Rather, with you and your people… Ahem.”

Ahem? You’re showing your true intentions too much. In short, it’s like this.

“Would it be possible to make it a trading post with friendly countries as a detached territory of Casemaian?”

A free trade port. Not bad. Myrril also nods in agreement as she looks over.

“I think it’s a good idea. Anyway, Casemaian has neither the intention nor the ability to occupy this place. We just want to use it as a contact point to the sea.”

Marquis Yerkel nodded, relieved. Old Illidaf pointed to the dead Imperial Army mages lying on the ground.

“Then let’s discuss the specific terms. The only concern was the remnants of the Imperial Army defending this place, but they have been almost completely destroyed. The inhabitants will now be freed.”

“Freed? Won’t they be nominally occupied by a foreign country?”

Marquis Yerkel nodded at my question.

“Most of the residents here are immigrants from various places and their descendants. They have been subjugated by the country they were forced to join, but they have little sense of belonging to either the Republic or the Empire. Their home is this fortress, and as long as they can protect their way of life, they don’t really care what the flag of the ruling government is. Also, the Empire has a strong sense of discrimination against non-humans. They have no qualms about exploiting the demi-humans and forcing them to work. In fact, it seems that the inhabitants were not treated well. So in this case, their attitude would be ‘liberation.'”

Mead groans a little.

“In short, a member of the Surz?”

“It seems so.”

Illidaf-san and Marquis Yerkel look at me with doubtful expressions, unable to hear what Mead is saying.

“Marquis Yerkel, what was the name of this fortress?”

“For the past few decades, it’s been called Ekledia. The Empire named it after the first Empress. When the Republic was in power, it was called Marminos, which means ‘the shore that looks north’. But the locals don’t use either name. They’ve always called it ‘Efan.'”

“Efan?”

“It’s an old word that’s been handed down on this continent, and it means ‘my home.'”

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