I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in a Game-Chapter 76
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"kyung. Is the report I just made true?”
The Marquis of Veronche was the owner of the city of Sorondo. Sorondo was a city that served as a drawbridge between the south and the center, and had a strong castle and excellent army that was not pushed back compared to other cities in the center.
That meant that the Marquis of Veronche was no different than the king of this area. Forty-four years old this year, he had a pretty fiery personality because he swept the battlefield when he was young, but now that he's aged to a certain extent, that temper has died a lot, and he's being evaluated as a pretty good lord.
The Marquis's rider, Balboar Setian, responded politely.
"yes. dismissal. I apologize for giving you an unsavory report.”
Hearing his report, the Marquis burst into laughter.
“Because I live enough to live moderately, I see everything. No matter how famous a company is on the continent, does it make sense for a group of merchants to try to deceive the nobles?”
“If Philip Oswald hadn’t been there, I would have been stuck arresting them.”
Setian said so. Precisely, he would have subdued them by force had it not been for Cassler Murella vouching for Philip, but that is needless to say.
“It is more surprising than that. To think that the idiot of Count Oswald's family is acquainted with a talent like Castler Murella.”
“The youngest daughter of the Murella family is in her third year at the academy. I think I saved that girl's life once in an accident at the academy.”
“The Murella family is famous for dating people. It's not the family's way to vouch for their identity just because they saved the young lady's life. Maybe that idiot felt something while teaching young things. Rather, did that Calver confess?”
Sir Setian nodded at the Marquis' question.
"yes. That's right. It is said that he was ordered by Deluan Youssef. According to the circumstances and testimonies, it is certain that Deluan Youssef dragged us into the succession race.”
The Marquis of Veronche raised the corners of his mouth.
“As I see it, it is. Sir, I am very angry right now. As you know, my youth was not so peaceful. But as time passed, I realized it naturally. The fact that getting angry and swinging a sword isn’t very helpful in managing the territory.”
The Marquis let out a small sigh and looked at Sir Setian and asked.
“What would I have done if this had happened to me when I was young?”
Lord Setian answered without much hesitation.
“He would have taken the soldiers to the Yusef Company branch in Sorondo right now. And he must have hanged Deluan Youssef from the gallows himself for insulting the nobility.”
The Marquis nodded as if he understood.
"okay. I guess so.”
The rider of the marquis looked at the lord in surprise.
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“It is natural for merchants to prey on stupid nobles. that's their nature If that girl of hers, Deluan Youssef, had ripped off a thousand gold coins from me, I would have been furious with her, but I would not have tried to hang her. She must have just passed on being beaten by a bitch. But she heard that she wanted to use my face and power, not the gold coins.”
Hearing those words, Setian was convinced that the Marquis would not forgive Deluan Youssef. However, it was also the duty of a vassal to give the lord the bare minimum of advice.
“Yousef Corporation is a huge corporation deeply rooted in the continent's economy. If you pretend in this way, problems may arise in the future management of the territory.”
The Marquis smiled and replied.
“It’s none of my business. You will lead a few soldiers and wait near Elpenia Forest, and bring them to me when Philip Oswald and Rizriel Youssef come out. You must pay the price for daring to involve nobles in the battle for succession.”
“… yes. I will.”
When the rider, Balboa Setian, left the office, the Marquis picked up an object that could be reached.
“Does the damned merchant girl dare to fuck me?”
Of course, that thing was an ink bottle. The Marquis shuddered with rage and threw it away. The ink bottle crashed against the bookshelf with a loud noise, breaking the bottle and soiling the book with its contents.
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After getting ready to leave Elpenia Forest, Philip was captured by Castler Murella.
He seemed determined to regard Philip as a benefactor. His attitude towards Philip changed from respect to respect, and he became quite a burdensome person and annoyed Philip.
“Instructor. I don’t know how to repay this favor.”
“You don’t have to pay it back.”
“How could I be born as a human? If you knew how precious realizations I've gained, the instructor wouldn't be able to say that either. Instructor changed my world.”
Philip, who had a headache, pressed his temples and made excuses.
“I didn’t say anything particularly great. He just said something that was slightly out of the concept of the phenomenon that magicians think, but isn't it only Mr. Castler's ability to make it his own?”
At Philip's words, Castler Murella nodded with a moved expression.
“The instructor is truly a wonderful person.”
'… I'm going to die of trouble.'
At that time, Rizriel, who disappeared to discuss the next deal with the elves, returned. She struggled to drag a large bag, and the contents were mostly wine made from the fruits of the world tree and high-quality spirit stones.
“What is all this?”
“The elf elder said to give it to you and the wizard. Thank you for solving the demon problem.”
Lizriel, whose shoulders were sore from the use of her muscles, held out the bundle to Philip with a teary face. There was a bag full of spirit stones of low to high grade.
“I should say thank you for this too.”
“I want you to understand that I can’t go out to meet you because I’m busy. Anyway, now we have to start slowly. I have to stop by Sorondo to take care of my sister.”
Philip nodded at Lizriel's words.
“I guess so. Your sister, the sooner you get rid of it, the better. I just confirmed this, and he doesn't mind seeing blood at all.”
“He is someone who can do anything for his own benefit. Actually, it doesn't matter now that we won the fight in the first place, but if it weren't for you, I would have been caught in the trap set by my sister.”
It was a rather creative trap to frame the elf hunt. Their innocence would soon be revealed, and perhaps the general was used as a throwaway and executed, but it would be a big mistake to be late with the promise with the elf.
Rizriel should have taken responsibility, and the right to trade with the elves in Elpenia Forest probably passed to Deluan.
That meant the downfall of Rizriel.
The party loaded the wagon. Two more wagons were empty because the transaction itself was the same as buying the elven mithril with the goods from the top.
“I guess we can burn those mercenaries here.”
He planned to escort the raiders and mercenaries who were held captive to the promised camp on this wagon. They would be good weapons when attacking Deluan Youssef.
“I will really miss you. Lua.”
“… me too, me too Luriel... sniff.”
Lua, who was bidding farewell to an elf girl she had become friends with locally, saw her sobbing with tears and runny nose, Philip gestured to her.
"Hey... .”
“I was going to do that if you begged me to stay one more day, is it okay if I don’t?”
Philip asked, stroking Lua's crown. He was able to stay here for another day or so, and he didn't particularly hate El Penia Forest, so it wasn't bad for him to enjoy forest bathing.
“But I promised Princess Tania and Camilla that I would come back soon. You can't keep her promise."
“Be nice too.”
Seeing her trying to keep even a few words that were just greetings, which was ambiguous to even call it a promise, Philip felt a bit heavy. She could be a little shrewd and easy-going, but Philip knew better that that was her natural nature.
“Let’s all go. Our next destination is the city of Sorondo. Warm bath water and cold beer are waiting for us, so it would be polite to go quickly.”
At Philip's words, the party moved to the camp where porters and mercenaries were waiting.
There were still traces of the battle there. The body was removed and the bloodstains were buried, but it was difficult to completely erase it without the involvement of experts.
"young master. Are you here?”
Buttom, the mercenary commander, acted like a soldier who served Philip for a long time. He bent his back as if he were about to touch the ground, and even though his wounds were not fully healed, he tried to load the carriage that the party had carried.
Deprived of their job, the porters hesitated with troubled expressions.
“You don't have to do this. You're hurt, so you're resting. The wagons are empty at the moment, so those who are injured can ride in the wagons. As soon as we get to the city, I'll get someone to take care of your wounds.”
“Thank you very much.”
Buttom was so moved that he had tears in his eyes. Philip was the most aristocratic man he had ever seen in his life.
Lizriel, who watched the scene, whispered in Philip's ear.
“… You don't have to be so nice to the mercenaries.”
“I was hurt in a fight because of us, but I have to do this much. Wasn't the wagon and porters safe thanks to them fighting and wasting time? If it wasn't for them, we'd be stranded even after we'd finished the deal until we wanted the wagon.”
"That's what I paid for and hired... .”
“If you can endure that much against 20 people, you have paid more than money. You deserve to be treated like that.”
Lizriel nodded at Philip's words.
“I think you are right. My thoughts are short. As soon as we get to the city, we need to find a competent healer.”
The work of loading the luggage, tying up the mercenaries who had raided the camp and putting them on the wagon was over quickly.
After escaping from the camp, the group soon ran into Balboa Setian, who was patrolling nearby. Armed and mounted on horseback, Setian greeted the party by raising his marquis' banner.
“In the name of His Excellency, Marquis of Veronche, we invite you to His Excellency’s castle.”
They brought more than forty soldiers and three knights, so Lizriel looked at Philip with a slightly frightened expression. As her merchant, she did not have the ability to speak on an equal footing with that knight of hers.
“… Your Excellency?”
Philip stepped forward instead of her. Sir Setian removed his helmet and dismounted from his horse to benevolent. Philip noticed that he was simply visiting the party. The number of troops he led was a kind of sincerity.
It meant that the matter was so important that he sent nearly fifty soldiers, including rider Sir Setian and knights, to bring it back.
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