Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

On the way home, Mun asks me strangely, not even showing me how to restrain him.

"Why won't you kill me? I was just about to pass information on my precious rubber to the kingdom of Davas, right?

"Hmm? You want me to kill you?

I'll say it mean.

Mun says, leaning down but feeling naughty.

"Of course, I don't like being killed. But I was told in the process of being educated as an intermediate. If they find him, they'll kill him for sure. After being spat about how much information you've given away, who you've given information to, and who your collaborators are, it doesn't make sense to keep them alive, so they kill you. I've been told. So normally, I think if we find the wrong guy, we'll take the information we need and kill him."

I guess that's the common sense of the oath. When there's magic, there's demons, civilization, and cultural levels are stagnant at their best in the 15th century, that's well understandable. If it is revealed that it is an intermediate, it may be natural for many of them to be killed and disposed of. Especially, I guess the biggest reason to kill is the belly-up part. There is no particular benefit in keeping it alive. What an intermediate. Every faction in this world will be using it, and if we find out for sure how far the information has leaked, all we have to do is comfort ourselves in the rage. Because there is no such thing as humanism or human rights education in the first place.

"Hmm, well. But that's okay. There's no reason to kill Mun."

…… Why? "

"If you're not convinced, you are... Mun, you just have to think you were killed by me this evening. So Mun, who has been a man for so long, is already dead. But you just have to assume that Mun is not what he's been."

…… What does that mean?

"Think for yourself there."

Um, don't take nearly an hour to get home. The time now is probably about 23: 00. There's still quite a bit of room for MP, and should I just clear my doubts for a second at the end? To Mun, who starts to think about it, I try to run into questions.

"Hey, Mun, be honest with me about what you're going to hear. Because I think a lot about the future."

Mun, who had only one MP and had a lot on his mind in a state of mental instability, had a difficult face with a wrinkle between his eyebrows, but reacted by looking me in the eye at my question.

"Why didn't you resist when I let you out of earthly magic? No matter how much you didn't have a weapon, I'm just a kid. If you were to ambush me, you could have defeated me or resisted even if you didn't kill me and escaped to the gap I was frightened of."

"Are you talking about that...... The first time I was buried, I realized that I had been magically imprisoned. And I didn't have the strength to resist when I heard my voice and caught me or found out that Master Al was in one of those flavors. Oh, I have the weapon itself."

That said, Mun pulled out four wire-shaped objects from around her chest, about 10 cm long, like the tip of an ice pick, and put them together and gave them to me. And I'll also take some vial out of my pocket and give it to you, too. Hey, I thought the chest was decorative. If so, is this vial, uh, poisonous? Anyway, while I received something like a thousand bottles I was given and a vial, I said, "Why?" Reply. I hope it wasn't on your face that I panicked a bit.

"We know that Master Al is very good as a wizard. I have some magic skills, too, so even if I don't understand how much magic I used earlier, I can imagine it. It would be pointless, such as some resistance to such a terrible user of magic. And..."

"... and?

"... nothing"

"Sure, I can use magic, and I still have some leeway. Maybe even if Mun resisted and ran away, we could catch him right away. But I told you to answer honestly. Was that the only reason?

"... annoys your adoptive father. I also owe my husband and wife a very good debt of gratitude. I had the purpose of diving in as an intermediate, but compared to my life up until then, I had a dream rich and serene life in Barkud. Your adoptive fathers and husbands kindly accepted me as a person in my clothes, but also in an enemy country, in the guise of being alone in the war. Not even, you hired me as a maid. How can they raise their hand against Al when they know he is him? Besides, in case you defeat Master Al and let him escape... if Master Al were alive, I would be exposed in the daytime, and even if he could kill Master Al, he would be getting suspicious of me. You can't possibly do that."

Mun spoke all at once. There are thin tears in my eyes. Mun's words, stopping by the moonlight and speaking as he leaned over, cannot hide the tremor, and by the way, he is holding on.... I didn't expect you to kill me, so I didn't hit you with any hands. I think if you went back to the village with no food on your face after you killed me, you'd be fine.

"Well, I ask you on top of each other, then why did you imitate my father? You can believe the word that you had not circulated military information because there had never been any troop contributions from Barkud before. But why did you suddenly tip off the rubber now? Didn't I even get to squeeze it at your place without spreading information about the rubber?

"… that, I'm afraid, is because I thought the rubber information would soon be worthless. My husband was told the other day when he solicited opinions on rubber products. I want to show everyone my opinion on rubber before it is commercialized... Then the value of rubber is high at this moment now, but the value of that information will drop if it is sooner or later commercialized. If so, by the time the report reaches the kingdom, even if I have passed that information on to the kingdom of Davis, all the inhabitants of Barkud and the people around the city of Dorrit will have learned about rubber."

So far Mun looked up and stared at me firmly.

"It is the code for Saguals to circulate some information at least once every 10 years. I have nothing to say in terms of the quality of information if it is information such as how many people will accompany my husband from Barkud to the next soldier, but if I don't, I can't get information. We are supposed to report anything, such as the situation in the territory or the economic situation, if such information is not available, so that we are not trapped by emotions at the end of the dive. It's been eight years since I've dived into Barkud, but I haven't been able to send any information yet. I thought I'd be safe for another 10 years if I sent the information here."

I wanted to hear that word. I could be lying if I said so. But the muscles are coming through. The analysis of the information value of rubber is also quite accurate. Besides, even though we foresaw that the information on the rubber would soon be near worthless, we can also assume that Mun was not willing to lie and cut through the scene in terms of the information being circulated. After all, we need Mun.

In order for me to achieve my goal of "building my own country" (I guess I'd rather say goals or dreams), I have to be strong first. You need mental strength, of course, but the first thing you need is arms. If I had the arm to do anything, I could muster respect, and my men, or my men, would be easy to muster. There's magic, so even if it's somewhat deceptive, there's an 'anti-magic field' in the world, and magic is not a good place. He has also begun training in swords, but a year after he started, his meditation is only the power of a six-year-old. Sooner or later, we will grow, but if we do nothing, the intrusion will only have the power of a crowd. I need to level up an individual to cover that.

Hegguard is pretty strong because it's level 15, but if level 1 or something, is your arm a little crowded or something? You are strong because you have a higher level of talent, and you can earn respect as a lord. There are many things to be respected, such as the ability to manage a territory and the merciful handling of a people, but above all, being strong would be a respected first step. No matter how well the territory is managed and mercifully admired and the territory becomes wealthy, we will not be talking about it unless we bounce back that threat with strength beyond the existence of a direct threat of demons such as goblins.

Killing demons from Mun's story will surely increase your experience. Then the shortcut to leveling would be to go hunting demons and earn experience. It's kind of like a game, but there's no other way out there than with the oath doing that, and if you can be quick and stronger than repeating authentic training, you're not going to do it. Of course, I am more than willing to deny any authentic training, and the training itself presupposes continuing. No matter how much muscle strength you gain and how much more agility and endurance you have, I don't think you can handle weapons better. The only time you can wield your sword with idiotic power and figure it out is when your opponent isn't very strong.

So I had to hunt demons to level up, but I didn't know how to hunt them, or where they were safe to hunt. It is obvious that even if you ask guards and shalls about this, it will be cut and discarded in a word of too soon. So I had to hide from him, but I never had a chance to do it before, and I didn't have the knowledge. But if we can help Mun, maybe we can go hunting. I've been hunting in hiding for so many times now. A veteran.

I feel a little nasty here, but I can't change my belly on my back, and I think I should ask Mun to help me, even if she threatens me. I don't think I could have chewed it, though the confirmation and the doubts I had with Munn would have been incomplete.

"I see. I understand what Mun thinks. So, this is what I told you to think about. Mun, who was an intermediate, died. In other words, fake it that way in the future, or continue to terminate the liaison (connection) so that it will eventually be. I'm trying to help you do what I can for you. But it is certain that he was infiltrated as an interlocutor, and in some cases there will be no denying that the responsibility extends to the dangle"

…… Really... "

"Well, wait, don't panic. I'm not done talking yet. But don't you remember when I told my father about Mun?

…… What do you mean?

"I don't have any of these. It means exactly what you say. If I don't talk, you're gonna tell me there's no one in Barkud Village between Davas."

I go on to say to Mun, who still doesn't look like his questions are clear.

"I'll keep my mouth shut that Mun is an infiltrator. Like I said, let's do something about the liaison (connection) too. But there are a few conditions for that."

"I'll do anything. I'll do anything. Please shut up."

"Oh, I know. There are three conditions. For one thing, let me accompany you when you hide and go hunting next night. Let's do it together. The second is tell me what you know about the Kingdom of Davis and the Kingdom of Lomberto. You can tell me anything you think I already know. And finally, I swear I will never betray Dangle or my father again."

After a flashing face, Mun says in such a way as to be terrified.

"Um... Is that a good thing? Shouldn't I be punished?

"Oh, that's fine. What do you think? If you're satisfied with these terms, let's work together."

"It's something I don't even wish for. I... I gave up half the time saying I was going to die. The only thing left to die for while they were found... Thank you. Thank you so much for not even holding your adoptive father accountable!! I will do anything for Master Al in the future!! Let us know anything!!

Suddenly I was bewildered to be thanked for being close to the groundhound, but I decided to think it was a sign of Mun's gratitude, and I continued my concern.

"Okay...... then, it's quick, but do you want to go flush the corisal pellets? I have to go back a little bit."

"? Why?

"'Cause you just said you'd do something about the liaison (connection), right? We'll have to lure him out."

"Okay. But the liaison (connecting) arm should stand quite well. Beware that there is magic."

"Oh, I know. Let me know as soon as you hear from the contact person."

Then, when we went back to the river rendezvous point, we threw in the corisal pellet.

On my way back to the village, I listened to the general location, clothing, dangerous points and other things to note about the hunt, and discussed the beginning and end of the liaison (connection) and future measures, while I absorbed the knowledge that Mun knew.

Of course the contact person (connection) starts and ends, but there are sales and production plans for the rubber products for the moment, as well as hunting matters. I can't go out of hand about MP consumption and training either. That's a pile to do.