The Magnificent Battle Records of A Former Noble Lady

Gin!! and a tall metal noise sounds and the man who loses the Familous push falls in.

"Uh, I knew if it was a sword, I wouldn't be feeling so good."

There are more than a dozen men falling around the blurry family.

"The blade spill...... yeah, I didn't....... oh?

When Familus felt relieved after checking the condition of the sword (whether there was a blade spill), a man came out of the store with his back turned.

"Oh, my... you!

"Uh, who is it?

"It's your fault!!

The man who admitted to the appearance of Familus stares at him with angry eyes. The Familus himself openly recounts.

"It's your fault!!!!

"… What's my fault?

"You guys!! I don't even have you!!

……

The sword that was rolling nearby was slashed into Familus' hand, and Familus avoided the sword by slightly defying his body, causing him to pay off his leg.

"Ugh,"

"Hey, you, didn't you make contact with Al for coming out of there? Still, you missed the fact that he just came out with his sword, didn't you?

"... eh,"

Familus, who sees the sheath lifting to the man's waist, asks his side.

The voice is a heartbreaking thing.

"Why are you coming at me again? If I'd run away so hard, neither Al nor I would have helped."

"Ugh!! Only one of my people can escape!!

"But you came running, didn't you? Al scared you. Didn't you come on your way because your buddies were getting hit up ahead, because you felt uncomfortable abandoning them?

"Oh, yeah! Then is it bad!?

"Hey. It's nothing bad. Just..."

A family laughed at the man's answer cut the words halfway and glanced at the store entrance.

"You never thought you'd be safe with a blade pointed at us twice, did you?

It was Alhardt who came out of the store to continue in the form of a takeover of Familus' words.

"There you go, Farrah."

"Oh, thank God."

Each weapon lightly released from each other fits into the owner's hand.

The man who still remains down blues his face and trembles his body the moment he sees Alhardt.

Standing in front of such a man, Alhardt leaks one big sigh.

"I never thought we'd get together like this in just a few minutes after I missed it."

"Ugh!! You hurt my people!!

"But you must be the first ones to set me up."

"That is............ Huh!?

The man who tried to hang on to Familus' words, however, saw his expression captured in his sight and pushed him silently.

"I don't want you to get me wrong, do I? You were the first ones to attack us, and you still are. We just defended ourselves to protect our lives."

The look on Familus's face was completely "nil" as if all emotions had fallen out.

The voices that can be uttered are also terribly cold.

"We don't, until life..."

"Weren't you willing to take it? But the attack magic that your people duly unleashed in their misery hurt my people. He's not dead, but he can't hold his sword again. Trial and error, many failures and setbacks, finally found his way of life snatched away by you in an instant."

"Oh, no..."

"I know. It's not all your fault. It is also the result of his alarm and lack of strength. But if our hatred was on its way, it would surely be you."

"Oh no..."

"We will never forgive anyone who hurts our people."

"It's a shame. I wish I had run away when I missed it..."

"Ma, wait!

In the fear of being crushed, a man who managed to only wake up his upper body begs for a halt with a trembling voice at the shaken tip.

"Wait."

"……… Huh?

Familous distorted the mouth to such a man's words.

"We arrived in this city for three days. I've been waiting for you. It was later than I thought, so I'm tired of waiting."

"Well, then, we..."

"Shall we seed him?

Fun laughed Familiarus once lowered his cut and leaned in front of the man.

"When the first one to escape came out, I told them where to go so they could hear me. It's the bones that follow those who fled to the boulder. We tried to get them to come from us."

……

"I told them where I was going, and I let only the people who came here today get away with it. Honestly, it was a bet you'd come or not, but, well, I thought you'd come. Whatever you are used to taking, you are not used to being taken. Your position as a bandit was taken away by our loss. The only way to get it back is to beat us. I'm glad you gathered all the people you ran away from. I hurt my people because of you. I beat you all to death."

"……… you devil!!

"Ha!! Did I look like an angel or something? Unfortunately, which one of us is the devil?

Choose what you want to contract, but do basically anything that's a "request".

That's who we are.

Because they are named "Mercenary Alliance", most requests are escorts or battle forces, but sometimes dark requests come in.

Most of them are contracted by Assassins, but that's not why they haven't turned around at all.

We are never righteous.

Those who belong to the Twin Winged Sword understood it well.

It's wrong because of the premise in the first place.

Because we don't care what the world thinks.

"Please." So do it. I don't care if it's evil or just.

It would certainly be wrong from a public perspective, but it would be criticized, but it would be appreciated, but it would be pleasing, but it would not matter.

I don't know how to appreciate it from so many other people. This way.

Because the most important thing for us is our people.

Whether people from all over the world point their back fingers at me or not, I don't care if my buddies laugh and walk next door.

"Unfortunately, surely you have the wrong person to sell the fight. If you hadn't come to us to avenge your past, you would have been wiped out."

"What?"

"Naturally, right? You hurt our people. There's so much to sweep and throw away that it was useless to run away, actually."

"Hey, what is it..."

"Come on, I'm sorry that you're desperate, but you're still desperate."

The look on the face of a man who stopped saying things was truly that of a "man desperate for the world".

"You die right after despair. You're still happy, aren't you? Living in despair is hell."

"What, Farrah, are you talking about yourself?

A bitter laugh was returned if Alhardt inquired about the tenacity mix to Familus, who grumbled while looking at the out-of-the-line man.

"It's about all of us."

"Uh... sure."

"I've already gotten over it. Because we've grown stronger after eating despair. Never again will you succumb to despair from others"

"Right."

Alhardt nodded at Familus' words and turned to the man.

"This is what happens because you have the wrong choice."

The whining words just sounded quiet and disappeared.