My brother, Cross, is surprisingly capable.
Rayos thought, just like the saying about not seeing men for three days.
He felt a rivalry.
He took turns violating the female slaves, completely forgetting about searching for the Yoko Fox Clan sisters.
Well then, several days passed since Rayos and the others got busy.
Sauron, the head of the slums, entrusted his subordinates to the disciple of the “Wind Emperor.”
They were also to ensure the disciple was not seen in town.
Sauron told his subordinates that the “Wind Emperor’s” disciple must have failed.
His subordinates caused a commotion.
The information spread to the organizations under his control, and he left those fools considering rebellion and overthrowing him.
“…”
His subordinates felt their lives were in danger and advised Sauron to rein in the members of that organization.
But he would not nod in agreement.
Giving up, they changed the subject to the culprit of the continuous incidents currently causing the most buzz in town.
Flinch.
Sauron reacted.
“It seems the public execution of the culprit is finally going to take place.”
“But, the culprit seems to be like a dead person. They’re saying there’s no point in a public execution. The relatives of the victims are making a fuss.”
Even if they kill a soulless culprit, will the hearts of their wives and daughters be at peace?
Her husband and father were reportedly making a fuss.
The vessel body created by Rayos is maintained by possessed magic power.
A special profession or skill is needed to determine if there is a soul.
No one would go to the trouble of hiring someone for such an investigation for a serial culprit.
The public execution was to be held on the Great Street soon.
They informed the surrounding towns and the towns that had suffered damage.
“…”
Sauron suddenly stood up, ignored his subordinates asking where he was going, and disappeared from the slums.
The affiliated organizations decided to take over.
Those who followed Sauron were added to the corpses in the back alleys with no resistance.
Approaching the “Wind Emperor.”
Building a relationship in a trendy way.
Gathering information about other disciples.
All of that was for naught.
Well, what was lost were the lowest of the low.
Moreover, he was the head of the slums.
It didn’t really matter if he lost it.
But…
“You betrayed my slight expectations.”
It’s only natural to seek revenge on the one who killed my disciple.
Sauron moved from one information broker to another.
He got information about the trio who went to West Town.
He learned that recently, arrows of light were seen flying toward thunderclouds.
“Is there a connection to the one who killed my disciple?”
“Well, I couldn’t find out that much.”
After paying the information fee, Sauron decided to head to West Town for now.
“Master, what about the slums where you disappeared?”
“…”
Ignoring the information broker’s voice, he went to an armor shop to check the thunder-resistant arms and armor.
“Oh dear, the slums are going to be a pool of blood.”
The information broker decided to take a break for a while, thinking it would be best not to go near for some time.
“This way.”
“Alright.”
The Yoko Fox Clan sisters transformed into birds (hawks) and were heading towards a town near the dungeon where Rayos was.
The younger sister, having learned about Rayos—the ruler—from her elder sister, was even more eager to fight, excited by the unknown strength.
“Let’s fly faster!”
“No. What if something happens and we get exhausted and can’t move?”
She calmed her sister down.
But she wouldn’t listen.
“We finally met, and it’ll be back to square one if we don’t hurry!”
“Grumbles.”
Remembering the hardship they endured when they were separated, the younger sister slowed down.
The two flew in parallel.
Below them, the villagers were tending their fields, living their daily lives.
Nearby, adventurers could be seen accepting quests from the Adventurer’s Guild for pest extermination.
A good smell wafted from the village.
It was clear it was lunchtime.
“Shall we stop by?”
“Eh, let’s hurry!”
The elder sister suggested her sister rest, but the younger sister said she was fine since she had already eaten breakfast.
“I, on the other hand, am getting tired.”
“Eh… I understand. We’ll just have lunch, right?”
The younger sister, reluctantly having lunch, lowered her altitude to approach the village.
Her elder sister, following behind, happily joined her.
They transformed into humans in a secluded spot.
They disguised themselves as pilgrims.
Those belonging to the church, even the lowest of them, receive alms.
Otherwise, disaster would befall them.
“May the grace of God be with you.”
Saying something appropriate, the sisters obtained lunch.
Incidentally, the disaster was a man-made one.
The church is managed by the World’s Strongest.
Gratitude to the God who granted them cheats.
That was the beginning, but as they aged and generations changed, the church grew larger to earn money, leading to the present church.
The sisters earned another 600 Karmel (6 copper coins in the Western Grabum Kingdom).
“Well then, shall we go?”
“Y-yes. Farewell, everyone, and may you be well.”
The younger sister eagerly said it was time to go!
To avoid suspicion from the villagers, the elder sister feigned a natural tone.
“We’ll be on our way now~ ♪”
They were seen off.
Their earnestness was palpable, as if they were desperate to avoid disaster befalling them.
At the “Wind Emperor’s” enormous residence.
In its garden, those with the ninja profession, skilled in information gathering, were reporting.
“Hmm, I see.”
The “Wind Emperor” drank his tea with a slurping sound.
The two ninjas kept their faces lowered, waiting for the exchange to finish.
“I sifted through them, but fewer were eliminated than I expected.”
The leader was prompted to continue, so he reported.
The “Wind Emperor,” satisfied with the report, dismissed the ninjas.
“The title will be given to one of these two.”
He sighed, thinking it was a foreboding future. He went down to the basement of the storehouse where his old wind magic sword was kept.
Rummaging.
Click.
He unlocked the thick door.
A place where the magic sword was stored, protected by layers of sealing spells.
“Will you be consumed, or will you consume? I will give you a final trial.”
The magic sword that he swung with wind magic in his youth.
A cursed magic sword imbued with the grudges of monsters and assassins.
He would have the two successors grip it, and if there were no problems…
He would have them fight each other in a wide area, and the one who survived would be the successor.
But what if both of them were duds…?
“Finding a rare talent is also…”
He might not be able to do it anymore.
Though he had made a name for himself in the world.
It would disappear with time.
“Can’t something be done…?”
As he was leaving the storehouse, he muttered, “Can’t something be done…”
Even though the results were not yet out, the “Wind Emperor” had already given up.
