Our unit, the White Lily Corps, arrived at our destination without incident, merely repelling some bandits along the way.
“Captain, what do we do now?”
A good question, Sophia. Your voice is as pleasant as a bird’s chirping. I could listen to it forever.
“I’m going to meet with the Lord now. Count Gregor Happ Hart. You all relax at the inn.”
“Alright, let’s go hunt for some men, Christine!”
“………”
“I’ll be waiting in bed.”
“I’ll relax too.”
“There’s a pleasant smell coming from this graveyard.”
“I’m going to the Alchemy Guild~”
“…Please relax at the inn!”
Please, just behave. You battered the man Christine called out to until he was half-dead! Graveyards are a no-go, you’ll wake the dead! And the Guild, please be considerate, you’ll add to the body count!
Sophia, please relax. You heal my heart.
Today’s guard duty is Alana. If you’re tired, you can sleep until morning. Those claws digging into my back hurt.
“Whatever you do, don’t cause any trouble. This job from the Lord is connected to the Hasuhanto Trading Company, and we absolutely need it.”
“Who cares about Hasuhanto? Let’s just have some fun.”
Are these the words of the previous Captain?! Is that why I became Captain…
“Understood. If you behave yourselves, after we finish this job for the Lord, I’ll give each of you one ‘Wish Fulfillment Coupon’ that I will grant to the best of my ability.”
“WOOOOOO!”
“Does ‘anything’ mean absolutely anything?”
“Can it be anything at all?”
“So things like THIS and THAT are okay?”
“Is stabbing someone also allowed?”
“New medicine~”
“…”
Are you children?! Don’t all talk at once. I can hear some of you saying dangerous things. And Christine, say something. Like “Good luck.”
“I know you’re all full of curiosity, but we absolutely must succeed in this job, so please behave.”
“Make sure you get the job!”
“Good luck!”
“…”
Perhaps this was a mistake. They’re only hearing “anything,” aren’t they? Did they really listen to “to the best of my ability”? I crammed everyone into the inn, handed over the carriage, and headed for the Lord’s mansion myself.
“Well, well, thank you for going to such lengths to come all this way.”
“Thank you for choosing us for this endeavor.”
“We’ve heard about your exploits in Nuyoo. Truly, the Annihilation Brigade.”
Sigh. The Annihilation Brigade. Our unit’s name is actually the White Lily Corps, but after a previous job where everyone went berserk and annihilated the enemy brigade, we gained the moniker “Annihilation Brigade.”
“Annihilation Brigade” is a cool name. It speaks to just how much the White Lily Corps accomplished, and how ferocious we were on the battlefield of Nuyoo.
“We are the White Lily Corps, my Lord.”
“Hahaha. I expect you to live up to your moniker this time as well. What is your name?”
“Yes. I am Mikael Sin, Captain of the White Lily Corps.”
Count Hart is a man of great refinement, but somewhat lacking in military strategy, often employing reactive tactics. To resolve this, he sought the cooperation of the White Lily Corps.
The task they’ve requested is the “Conquest of Marder Fortress.” The fact that we’re allowed to destroy it during the conquest makes it easier.
There are said to be about a hundred enemy soldiers in Marder Fortress, but that’s no problem for the White Lily Corps. The issue lies with what happens after the conquest…
The departure was set for two days from now, and I left the mansion. Count Hart, valuing the reputation of the Annihilation Brigade, offered a generous reward. Now, I just need to discuss the strategy with everyone at the inn, resupply, and then depart.
When I returned to the inn, everyone was waiting quietly. They must really want those “Wish Fulfillment Coupons.” I was disappointed that Priscilla and Rufina weren’t gone.
I told Priscilla, who was grinning and imagining what would happen after the job, about the business with Count Hart.
“I’ve secured the job!”
“Great job! As expected of our Captain!”
“It is the conquest of Marder Fortress. We depart the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow, dedicate yourselves to resupplying and inspecting your weapons and gear.”
“Wait! Can’t we depart the day after tomorrow?”
Priscilla is uncharacteristically trying to delay our departure. Usually, she’d say “Let’s go now!” or “Let’s kill them!” It’s strange.
“We have an agreement with Count Hart, is there a problem?”
“The day after tomorrow is my turn!”
“And that is…?”
“I want to do it in bed after a long time.”
“Rejected.”
Let’s get to work, work.
