Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

"Are you my husband?

With his sword poked in front of Mr. Claude, the bandit skinhead man asks Mr. Claude with a dosty voice as evil as he might imagine.

"... yes. I'll give you everything I have loaded. I just want my life to be saved."

His face was blue, but when Mr. Claude answered in a tone that was clear to his mind, the bandit skinhead nodded to a large extent.

"Okay, okay.... Then get out of the carriage."

Keeping the sword up in front of Mr. Claude, waiting for us to descend, he turned his face forward and shouted what Dos heard, which looked like a skinhead.

"Hey! Kwamal! Ring these guys and restrain them!

Heh heh, a hyorous man like a monkey, looked up. Near it, two of the guards this one has already followed are tied with rope on both legs and hands.

The two escorts heard groans, sluggish but seemingly alive and painful.

The man known as Kwamar with the monkey face, I, Mr. Claude, and your lord, likewise, tied their hands and feet together like thin ropes, and threw them out by the side of the road.

I guess it's just to keep us from doing weird things, letting Mr. Claude tease me with his dagger so I wouldn't defy him.

In the meantime, the bandits have loaded the goods loaded in their luggage onto horses that the bandits would have come on.

So far I just watched and I finally regained my sanity.

I've never been this surprised in my previous life. Ever since the bandits showed up, I've been too surprised and bland.

Bandit, what a skinhead! A bandit style that can weave a waist roll and something like a fur vest. I suck at muscles and stuff!

I sneak Alan's dagger under the maid clothes instead of the amulet, but I just broke out with Garth with the dagger on my own, and I can't seem to do it anymore. That muscle is impenetrable. It's a skinhead.

He's freaking out. Unlike me, if you take a glimpse of Mr. Claude, he's not in such a hurry.

Speaking of which, when I left, I thought he said if it was in the bandits, you could give me the shipment, or something. As for Mr. Claude, well, you can't help it, can you? Maybe it's a targeted event. Exactly. Graphic thickness.

Does that mean you'll open up to me when this loading operation is done? Personally, bandits are unquestioned images of killing.

"You're better than I thought."

At the end of the movement of the load as one, the skinhead snapped like that.

Originally, Mr. Claude said that even in the unlikely event of a bandit, you could give him something, so I guess all that was really loaded is not a big deal.

"Well, okay. But, hey, you're gonna be shifting."

The skinhead, boy. Looking like he wanted to see it, was checking the load of horses he rode and taking out a new string to secure his luggage whether he was going to put anything else on it.

In conjunction with the voices of the skinheads, each of the bandits who came takes their baggage and leaves. Some people rode horses, but it seemed like some people walked home without riding horses. By the way, the stabbed horse with the arrow that was towing the carriage looks like he's taking it, and he's being pulled by a bandit. The indelible footsteps are painful.

I'm sorry about your horse, but good. Seriously, our lives will be saved. Good!

And that horrible skinhead is on the way home, too.

He finally tried to leave with me beside his belly like a piece of luggage.

Huh?

"Hey! Why are you holding me!

You accidentally gave me a mouthful, huh? The skin head was irritated by the feeling.

No, I'm scared!

"That's right! Isn't life a promise to help? Leave her."

Basically, Mr. Claude, who had been calm all along, starts panicking.

Mr. Claude, they were unexpected, too.

"Children can sell. This guy is a loot. Besides, this outfit is a servant anyway, right? Nice."

Naturally, isn't it? A bandit asks Mr. Claude back in the face.

"The child is not just a servant! Be my wife!

Mr. Claude's massive rampage solidified the air on the spot.

Obviously, the skinhead looks at Mr. Claude with the gaze that, wow, he's a lousy lollicon, and then he turns to me without heart or mercy.

"Don't worry, pervert. I'm not gonna kill this guy because he's a commodity, and I'm just gonna cross over and go to a pervert like you. Nothing's gonna change for this guy."

Indeed.

I'm going to be oddly convinced, but it's possible that the pervert we're going to be waiting for may be more perverted than Mr. Claude.

"I'm not a pervert! I'll give her back, Gofa."

Mr. Claude was kicked in the stomach.

"Hey, let it go. You have a life, that's all right."

So, the skinhead had me on his back of a horse and fastened me with strings like luggage, and kept trying to get on the horse myself, but Mr. Claude was crawling this way like a potato worm.

"Don't snuggle," he snapped, creating an atmosphere where the skinhead could kill him.

Or suck.

"Dear Claude, I'm fine!

But Mr. Claude doesn't stop.

Was this guy such a gutsy type!?

As it were, Mr. Claude would be killed by a skinhead!

"Mr. Bandit, please leave quickly! If you hurt them any more, you'll bite off your tongue and die!

If I die, I should lose my merchandise value. I don't honestly have the guts to bite off my tongue, but just saying it should work pretty well, I guess.

I'll take care of this place. You can't! Skinhead flinched at me for throwing up a death-flagged dialogue, then returned my gaze to Mr. Claude.

"Hung, you've been sniffing around a lot. I'll spare your brilliant daughter-in-law."

So the bandit ran out on his horse.

Like a load on a horse, he kept me asleep beside him, and when I managed to get the system in place and look at Mr. Claude, I couldn't even see what he was already looking like, but I could see him looking up and flashing.

I didn't know a bandit would catch me...

I was kind of sorry for Mr. Claude for the way he looked, but that's all good because everyone seems safe, including the escort. You don't kill bandits in this world without question. Even though I'm not sure about the bandit situation in the world in my previous life.

Though Mr. Claude and the others are tied up, it's a thin rope, so it feels like I could cut it if I scrape it with something nearby, and Mr. Claude would figure it out.

I guess I'm the problem. Yeah. Will you be caught by bandits like this, sold again, and living with new perverts around...

Rocking on the back of a bandit's horse, I thought of the phrase "I want you to take care of yourself" that Alan and Cain Fong used to say to me.

Will this event also fall into the category of not taking care of myself? I know it's an irresistible event, but I kind of felt like I'd done something sorry for both of you.