The White Lily Corps finished their arduous journey and entered Harm’s border before noon. At the border, there was only a small sign that read, “Welcome to Harm.”
“What are you doing?”
My eyes were healed so I could see clearly at the border. I got off the carriage and kissed the ground. Ah, seeing is wonderful. The ears of wheat swaying in the wind, the drifting clouds, the glittering river, the blue sky, everything is wonderful.
“Is that how you greet someone when you return to Harm? You’ve changed a lot.”
I don’t know such a greeting, but I can’t think of anything that expresses this joy better. The difficult days of blindness are now a fond memory. Ah, Priscilla, you look even more beautiful.
“Damn it… How long are you going to keep doing that? Alana, get the carriage moving. We’re leaving him behind.”
Don’t speed up, Alana. Is she really going to leave me? As I scrambled to jump on, the kind Sophia reached out and pulled me up.
Either it was sudden, or Sophia wasn’t strong enough. I managed to get my foot on the edge of the cargo bed, but I dove headfirst into a soft valley of flesh.
If the dive had landed me in Christine or Sophia’s embrace, I would have been enveloped in their kindness and wanted to live there forever.
“Damn… You could see, couldn’t you, you bastard…”
I quickly looked up and met gazes with the beautiful Priscilla. Judging that she wouldn’t listen to excuses, I buried my face in her chest one more time before I died.
“#\%$@〇”
A scream that wasn’t quite a scream. A pain only a man could understand shot through my groin.
“Alana, go! The bastard is on board. You, get away from him.”
Harm, my hometown. Arriving here, and the first baptism is a kick to the groin. But for me, who had overcome hardship, the softness of Priscilla’s breasts could overcome the pain.
From here to the bridge leading to Nordland, where the Demon Lord resides, and then another ten days through Harm. Now that I can see, it will be a pleasant trip, observing the daily lives of the people of Harm and their unique clothing.
I can’t wait for the warm climate and the sea. Where should I rent a cruiser from? What about parasol rentals? Will there be beach houses? I’m definitely going to be doing some cute couple stuff by the sea.
However, as soon as I could see, I became incredibly busy. While I was still nursing the pain in my groin, troublesome individuals arrived.
“Hey, hey, hey, leave your cargo and women behind. Then we’ll spare your lives.”
What a cliché bandit. But to attack us, displaying the White Lily Corps’ banner? Our reputation clearly hasn’t spread far enough.
“I’ll go. You all rest.”
We’d been attacked several times on the way to Harm. Of course, since I was blind, the members handled it voluntarily, but it mostly consisted of…
Shouts of anger.
Pleas for mercy.
The quiet scent of blood.
It was always like this, and I never got to do anything. I want to show them I can be a proper Captain and seize both the hearts of women and Priscilla’s chest.
“Hello, White Lily Corps, Captain Mikael…”
“Finish them!”
I hate this. I’m trying to introduce myself, and what happened to the talk about leaving the cargo and girls behind?
Even in this brutal world, greetings are important. But since they’ve invited me, I’ll oblige.
Godspeed Mode Two. And Mind’s Eye!
Using both simultaneously drastically shortens their duration. I knew this, but I wanted to confirm a strange sensation.
When the bandits attacked, I instantly knew. The source of the strange sensation was that the attackers appeared double.
Or perhaps, the same person appeared in front and behind. They weren’t moving identically; the person behind was following the person in front with a slight delay.
When I tried to cut down the one who came forward, it felt like cutting an afterimage, and with no resistance, they disappeared. The person behind them stepped back in surprise. When I tried this on the other bandits, the result was the same: I cut through an afterimage with no resistance, and some bandits cowered.
“What are you cutting, you clumsy fool!”
Am I cutting afterimages? But I think I understand what’s happening. Perhaps…
This time, I waited until the last moment before receiving the sword strike. Now I understood. The real body was behind; the afterimage was a future movement.
I never knew Mind’s Eye had such a use. I thought Mind’s Eye could sense and see the unseen, but true Mind’s Eye can see the future.
Isn’t that amazing? With Godspeed’s speed and the power to see the future, I’m practically invincible. With this, won’t Priscilla be overwhelmed? Won’t Priscilla be the one turned into a bloody rag next?
I know that things don’t go that smoothly. I’d soon find that out…
Before that, I’ll knock out the bandits who were kind enough to be my practice dummies with light blows. It seems there were women among them too; if it weren’t for Mind’s Eye, I would have knocked them down mercilessly, just like the men.
“It’s done. Let’s depart.”
For me, who had obtained a new power, bandits were nothing more than practice opponents. Speaking of which, there were women among them too; I should have used them for “lewdness practice.”
“What are we going to do with these guys?”
“What do you mean? They seem to be sleeping soundly, so why not leave them be?”
“Are you an idiot?! These are bandits! What are you going to do leaving them? You either turn them over to the Knight Order or take their proof and kill them.”
So that’s how it was. I always left the handling of bandits and such to others, so that’s what they used to do. But since I don’t remember ever turning anyone over to the Knight Order, they must have all died. Amen.
What should I do? Stab these sleeping bandits? I don’t want to do that. Cutting someone defenseless might make me feel bad when I wake up.
Tying them up and taking them along would be a hassle. There are thirteen of them in total, and having to keep an eye on them would slow down our speed.
“What should we do with these people? …Gukeee!”
Disgusting. As I felt nauseous, I covered my mouth, but my hand’s placement was unfortunate. The Reverse that came up couldn’t be contained and splattered out, hitting my hand and leaving a terrible stain on my clothes.
Could this be a side effect of Mode Two and Mind’s Eye?! Did my body fail to keep up with something beyond human capabilities?!
“He’s gone and made a mess. Sophia, heal this poison. And their destination has been decided.”
When Priscilla indicated with her chin, a female bandit, though holding her hands down, was preparing what looked like a blowgun.
Blowguns. The bandits around here really like their classics. I passed out, my clothes stained with vomit.
