“I don’t mean to be a good person. I’ve only decided not to deal with children. Just forget it.”
He points at the wagon. There seems to be an elf child over there. Are they slave dealers? Do they trade random people, or women?
Either way, it doesn’t look very good.
“Such a hassle. Don’t just say that it’s bad!!”
“I’m complaining. What will you do?”
The red-haired man lifts up a hammer. A metal hammer head at the end of a long handle. He seems to be used to wielding it, his appearance is imposing.
── The red-haired man has fractured their relationship. The men around him are intimidated, yet roused by his fighting spirit.
At first they’re frightened but soon unsheathe their swords. Their number is four. On the other hand, the red-haired man has no ally. For now.
Should I help or abandon him?
There is not much merit to help. They are just strangers, not acquaintances. I can help and become their lord, but I don’t know if it’s worth risking my life.
While thinking, I stuff stones in my pocket. This is because the superiority of stone throwing has already been demonstrated. You won’t lose anything even if you run away.
“What do you think Gabriel?”
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I whisper. Gabriel is staring at me with clear eyes. It seems that she is waiting for my judgment without barking or wagging her tail.
Abandoning the man here and return to the dimly lit stone monument room. I think it should be fine. At least he won’t die.
The battle has already started while I was indulging in my thoughts.
The red-haired man swings the hammer, one man next to the carriage is blown away. His sternum seems to have been broken and he is shaking on the ground.
“OK, let’s help.”
I’ve made my mind up. I am the lord of this land. There aren’t many lords, but even so I don’t want to show them anything embarrassing. I’ve already died in the dungeon many times, but I don’t want to die in my heart.
I put my hand in my bulging pocket.
“Eat this!”
I shower them with stones. There is no place to hide from hurled stones in such an open space. If you can dodge, dodge.
A dull noise, a man crouches. The stone hit the man’s leg as intended and broke his bones. It should be difficult to get up.
I held back to some extent. I’ll break bones, but I won’t take lives.
“One more shot!!”
I throw another shot. This time it hits his arm and his sword falls to the ground.
The men, surprised by the sudden intrusion are visibly upset. The red-haired man did not miss the chance and quickly takes control of the place.
The battle is over and the red-haired man stares at me. He may be checking for hostility.
It seems that he suddenly notices something, he calls out to me.
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“Maybe you are… Prince Henry?”
“Why do you know me!?”
Although I’m a prince, I’m the 12th child and my name isn’t well known. So by just looking at my face, he shouldn’t be able to tell that I’m Prince Henry.