Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. Greetings are important. I want to add them to the White Lily Corps’ rules. Fortunately, I was alive. Though I don’t know if it’s fortunate.
All of us in the White Lily Corps, except for one person, safely arrived at Touwa Village. All except for one person spoke with the village chief about the request. All except for one person were invited to a village celebration. Priscilla was the one person left behind in the carriage who brought food from the celebration for me.
“How’s your injury? This is delicious, eat up.”
“Thank you, Priscilla. My injury is… but magic is convenient, isn’t it? Sophia didn’t heal the wound, but it seems she replenished my blood loss…”
“Rufina was looking for it. I wonder what she’ll use it for.”
It’s definitely for something bad. Curses, or something that definitely involves dead people and causes a lot of trouble for others, I’m sure of it.
“So, about what we’ll do next…”
Yeah, I need to think about it. If my past life memories are correct, this should be the Kingdom of Torvaldsolya, located west of the Empire. The plan is to kill the lord here, then participate in suppressing rebellious nobles in the neighboring Kingdom of Harvemar, and then head to Nuyoo.
“First, take it off.”
“Huh!?”
“Don’t ‘huh!?’ me either. Haven’t you read the corps rules? I gave them to you!”
Right, I received them when we got on the carriage. I had a whip in my right hand and was using my left hand to stop the bleeding, so how could I have read them!
“I’m sorry, I haven’t read them.”
I only read them in my past life, as regulations. I think injuries are exempt, right? I was in the back, riding in the carriage in a safe place, so I wasn’t injured, but the others were injured multiple times, right?
“Well, you are injured, after all.”
That’s right. I’m injured. A seriously ill patient stabbed with a knife. I need two weeks to recover fully. I’d like a clean set of sheets and a glamorous nurse, please.
“I’ll do it without turning into a Lycanthrope. I’d prefer it that way though.”
Rejected! That’s my opinion. Not on a creaking bed, but on a hard carriage, holding each other tightly with kindness… I could die.
It lasted about thirty minutes, but the humanoid Priscilla was so passionate I thought the carriage would break. Was she holding me so tightly, grinding herself against me, to comfort me with my injury?
“I’ll tell Sophia about it later. You’re always covered in blood.”
“Please do. …May I ask something?”
“Hm? What is it?”
Sharing one blanket and sleeping snugly pressed against Priscilla is the best. Priscilla is bigger than me and has muscles, but not bulky. She has a tanned complexion and red hair. If I had to describe her, it would be the functional beauty of a swimmer’s physique. She’s incredibly comfortable to hold.
If Priscilla turned into a Lycanthrope, she would be significantly larger than me, with muscles hidden by black fur, to the point where her clothes would tear. If I had to compare, it would be like a gorilla and a wolf mixed together and made ferocious. Holding her would be a life-or-death situation.
“You spoke with the village chief, so will you return tomorrow to give your report?”
“That’s right. After returning and reporting to the lord, I’ll look for the next job.”
“Will you go to other countries?”
“Hmm, I suppose I could. Makjuru isn’t far.”
Makjuru? I’ve never heard that name before. Is it only the White Lily Corps that is affected by God’s mischief? Is it possible for country names to change just because of mischief?
“Where are we, approximately?”
“You’ve traveled a lot, haven’t you? How can you not know something like that? This is the very edge of Pomerelia. Makjuru is right next door.”
I still haven’t heard of it. Makjuru and Pomerelia. Neither name existed in my past life. If that’s the case, then Nuyoo probably doesn’t exist either. Did God send me to the wrong place? If they don’t deliver properly, I can’t put my seal on it.
“When I go to various places, I lose track of where I am…”
“I’ve never heard of a traveler who gets lost so easily. Where did you come from anyway? The Empire in the east?”
When I think of the Empire, in my memory, it’s the Ashtal Empire. It’s the largest and strongest nation on the continent, but I wonder if it exists in this world too.
“No, I came from further north.”
“Keibeck? Or Rothfar? Surely not Harmonia?”
These three exist! This is the same as my past life. What’s different is I don’t know the name of the Empire, and the names of the countries that should be west of the Empire are different. There really is a dirty trap set by God, and I might dig my own grave if I carelessly talk about my past life.
“Harmonia. I came from the eastern part of Harmonia.”
“Harmonia!? That’s quite a journey to come all this way… So, are you getting used to the corps?”
“There are still things I don’t understand, but I’ll do my best.”
“I see, then please try a little harder!”
Saying that, Priscilla transformed into a Lycanthrope… You said you wouldn’t!
It takes a little over two days by carriage to reach the lord’s residence. The carriage journey was exceptionally smooth, and Alana, sitting next to me, seemed to have finally relaxed.
When Alana sat next to me in the carriage, Sophia immediately said, “If you do it again, I’ll stab your heart,” in a voice so menacing I’d never heard before, making Alana wet herself. It’s funny.
It’s funny, I even peed myself. I was truly scared. It was a different kind of fear than with Priscilla. Was Sophia always this scary?
“Alana, are you okay?”
“Please don’t talk to me. I don’t want to die yet.”
The two days passed by like this, and the journey progressed smoothly. The nights were also smooth. As expected, it was Christine and Sophia’s turn for night guard duty.
Christine had an episode before anything significant happened. Sophia, from the beginning, was incredibly fast, her chain gun attacks were devastating, but it felt more like “fighting” than “making love.”
We arrived at the lord’s residence in the evening. My suggestion to postpone our greetings until tomorrow was rejected by Priscilla. I’m the captain. The request was successful, so Priscilla probably won’t have any memories of killing the lord from her past life, but just in case.
“Priscilla, please let me handle this first job as captain. I’d like to report the success of our request to the lord…”
“Sure. All difficult tasks from now on are the captain’s job. Go ahead.”
It sounds like she’s just throwing it all on me, but this means I won’t have to worry about killing the lord. I felt lonely going alone, so I asked Christine to accompany me.
Apparently, she met him during the request. More importantly, if I bring a beautiful woman and make a good impression, I might get more jobs. And, frankly, it feels good to have a beauty by my side.
We stopped the carriage in the mansion’s front garden and entered together. The interior of the mansion was surprisingly luxurious, living up to a count’s status. However, in my memory, the three countries west of the Empire were constantly at war and not wealthy, but it seems different now.
Thanks to this, we haven’t been struggling for work, but I worry about what jobs will be available if there’s peace. Are monster exterminations the main focus now, rather than mercenary work?
“You’ve worked hard. Are you the new captain?”
“Yes, my name is Mikael Sin.”
“Hmph, whatever. I’m having them confirm things downstairs now. Wait here for a while.”
Huh? I have a bad feeling. Why make me wait? His attitude suggested he didn’t want us here.
“Papa~, I’m here~. Is this the girl you were talking about~?”
I can’t say anything about others, but my first impression of the man who opened the door and walked in was “What an idiot.”
“You’re late. This is the person the woman was talking about.”
“Well, well, she’s quite cute. I’ll make her my concubine~.”
Who are you, what are you saying? Do you want to die?
“My Lord, who is this gentleman?”
“He is my son. I was thinking of making that woman his concubine. We’ve been waiting for you.”
What are you saying? Do you want to die?
“I apologize, my Lord. This woman is a valuable asset to the White Lily Corps, so we cannot give her away.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll hire the entire White Lily Corps. You just need to protect my territory.”
“Papa~, never mind that. Look, look, her skin. It’s so translucent.”
Christine, please don’t touch her with those dirty hands. And stop making decisions on my behalf. I would never hand over Christine.
“Young Master, please stop. This woman is an important person to the White Lily Corps.”
I was a little annoyed, so I grabbed his shoulder to pull him away, but he pushed me with both hands, making me fall on my backside. How embarrassing.
Do you want to die?
“Bo-m-m!!”
The son’s chest bulged for a moment, and he collapsed to his knees. A wise reader will understand what happened. If something like this happened naturally, it would be a disaster.
“Phil!”
Presumably his son’s name. As the lord approached, his son was bleeding from his mouth and no longer moving. …Rest in peace.
“Christine?”
I called out to her involuntarily, but this is beyond Christine’s usual “unfortunate heart attack.” Her chest bulged like that; I think her heart exploded.
“…He harmed the captain.”
She said it quietly, beautifully, and that was all.
“You! What did you do?!”
“Bo-m-m!!”
The lord collapsed at Christine’s feet. The second victim. This person didn’t do anything.
“…Witnesses too.”
To Christine, anyone who harms me is an enemy. Kill the enemy. Kill anyone who gets in the way. I think those were in the corps’ rules.
Christine, without changing her expression. When she turned her face away from me, I saw something like a tear glinting in her eyes. Why? As a man, how can I make a beautiful woman cry? What should I have done? I brought Christine here. I thought it was for the best…
Now that I’ve killed the lord as I remembered, we have to flee. If killing the lord aligns with my memories, then I’ll participate in suppressing rebellious nobles in the neighboring Makjuru Kingdom and aim for Nuyoo.
I don’t feel anything about killing these two, but Christine’s tears pain my heart.
“…I’m sleep-deprived.”
Oh, really!
