Story of a Cannon Fodder who Firmly Believed He was the Protagonist, Misunderstood the Actual Protagonist as the Cannon Fodder, and Ended up Victorious
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Chapter 015 – Early Plot Enemy [B]
A village girl was walking in the woods. With their crops devastated by the demons, she went out to the woods to harvest edible wild plants because she wanted to secure more food to be eaten. She had short yellow hair, yellow eyes, and a gentle look.
She was Heimi, the girl who was known as the most beautiful woman in the village. Her body was already filling into beautiful proportions at fourteen years old, and it was said she would soon grow into one of the most beautiful women in the world among the villagers.
Although winter was approaching, she didn’t want to spend her savings to buy food. Since she could use art to some extent, she said that she could at least escape without problem if something did happen while she foraged.
“Ah, this wild plant is edible. This one too.”
With that said, she harvested wild plants one after another and placed them into her basket. She had gone quite far from the village, so she couldn’t hear the howling from where she was.
“I wonder if this mushroom is edible… But the hounds didn’t seem to touch the forest plants at all for some reason…”
She began to have her suspicions to the fact the hounds devastated the village’s crops yet left the wild plants alone.
“Huh? That thing’s actually edible? It looks pretty dirty though.”
She suddenly heard a voice from the trees in front of her.
“Ah, don’t be surprised.”
A man in a robe said that as he appeared. Although she couldn’t tell what he looked like, she judged that it was a man from his voice. And for some reason, she also had a bad feeling.
“Well, even so, though I prepared those experimental hounds, they lost the proper stage to show their worth.”
“I made them specifically to devastate the village’s crops and summon some paladins. I thought that lively paladins that came would bring me good subjects for my experiment, but it ended up as a waste of dark art. Those people who came are clearly too overpowered to be used in an experiment. The instructor who went with them is also a capable person, so I guess I really have bad luck this time. Well, I guess it is good enough to witness the light art user who has been running round the rumor mill. I guess it’s natural for Yururu Garethia to have been suppressed with her there. I’m convinced. Well, I guess I should make my escape from those dangerous people there, but I won’t feel refreshed if I withdraw just like that.”
She couldn’t establish a conversation trail. The circumstances he talked about one-sidedly made her head feel like it would burst anytime. And she also judged that her survivability was questionable with such an abnormal person in front of her.
She saw the appearance beneath the robe slightly and noticed a sharp and eerie, snake-like yellow eye. 1
I have to escape. But as she tried to move her legs with such thoughts…
“Ah, they won’t move. I used my magic eye to lock it in place. Ah– I guess I may be out of luck over at the village, but I think I can vent a little using you♡.”
“—gh, ah, ah, ah.”
She couldn’t form a single word properly. She couldn’t call for help and her legs couldn’t move. She couldn’t escape.
“First of all, I’d like to rip out your nails and look at your pained expression. It won’t take long, so don’t worry. Then, I will break your legs’ bones and continue to step on them until they are crushed. Finally, I will shatter your skull by stomping on it and make all your brain juices spurt out.”
“Ah, aga, aaa.”
“You can’t call for help. My magic eye made it so… uwah, you pissed yourself?”
She was so scared that she had incontinence2.
“That’s dirty. Well, I could just avoid stepping around that part… Well then, if I take too long, the paladins might come here, so let’s get this over with♡.”
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, the girl desperately begged internally. Her tears spilled from her eyes, cursing her own destiny for why she ended up this way despite not doing anything wrong.
“Well then… Hm?”
The moment he tried to approach her, a knife flew in his direction. As he avoided it, the knife pierced neatly into the tree behind.
The wind penetrated the forest.
There was a light yet rough sound of footsteps, like the sound of a horse running.
“A-ah, and here comes the paladin.”
It was a boy with black hair, a pair of black eyes, and an iron sword around his waist.
“Well, I’ll just kill you both quickly then.”
“…Oi, can you escape?”
The boy talked to the crying, immobile girl instead of the enemy in front of him. The boy didn’t react to the haughty voice of the man who looked down on them, and instead spoke with the indifferent voice of a warrior.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah.”
The boy proceeded to look at the man in front of him as he quickly grasped the situation. Originally, it was Tlue who was supposed to be here. Although he arrived on time, Tlue would be powerless against the magic eye of the man in front of him, killed without being able to resist, and game over.
“Well, whatever. Anyway, kneel.”
The response to the words of the man who looked down on everything was a swing of a sword.
He jumped back in a hurry and managed to avoid the attack. However, the boy proceeded to approach closer and unleash a series of attacks. The man hurriedly blocked it using his hand. Most unusually, it produced a metallic clang despite it being an iron sword hitting someone’s hand.
Then the man who blocked the attack widened the distance further.
“…? Did we not make eye contact?”
“…Perhaps it’s been slightly covered by the robe?”
The man didn’t seem to understand what had happened.
“You don’t seem to be a possessor of a magic eye, perhaps you have some sort of blessing…?”
The boy approached the man, who was busy with his soliloquy, with emotionless, fearless eyes; and a mechanical, inorganic facial expression.
The boy’s speed wasn’t that fast. However, the man in the robe was wary. Once again, the man in the robe made eye contact with the boy.
The response he got was another swing of a sword. The man took some distance and responded with a slash using his arm.
“No way, this is the highest ranking magic eye, you know?! It’s the frigging magic eye of a dragon snake!! Do you know how much hardship I went through to get this eye?!”
It wasn’t like the boy’s slash was unavoidable. However, it was also a fact that the man was stunned by the boy in front of him.
The swordsman pointed his sword towards the man in the robe. Both of them confronted each other but both seemed to be thinking of something.
Calm down. It’s not like his movements are that fast. I can just make use of the differences in our physical ability… and kill him.
Indeed, the man in the robe greatly overpowered the swordsman in terms of pure combat ability. This man in the robe was considered a boss in later stages of the game after all. Although his power was incomplete, it was still comparable to the current Arthur.
However, the man was unable to choose such a normal option to fight the boy. This was because the distorted feeling of the black swordsman in front of him made him doubt his judgment.
But why is the magic eye ineffective against him?! And what’s with his eyes?! That isn’t a magic eye; it’s more of pure insanity.
His eyes show me that he has no doubt of his victory. My power is clearly superior compared to him, and it isn’t like he is using any art either.
I don’t know any methods he might have hidden. However, if it’s me who delved into research in dark art then… but I don’t have much stock remaining. All the dark art produced by Yururu Garethia was used up to make those hounds. I want to avoid useless combat…
In that case, I could just fight him using purely physical ability… though I can’t help but get creeped out by his eyes. How can he still be so sure of victory in this situation?!
Perhaps he has the means to kill me?!
Also, his swordsmanship didn’t look like it belonged to a small fry either… his sword feels transparent…
In that case…
If he did all this as a bluff, that’s amazing of him. But I can feel something that spells otherwise, like some sort of distorted belief. It’ll be dangerous to fight him without knowing his methods…
Not yet, I will become perfect. That’s right. There’s no need to bear risk in this situation. There’s also the possibility that he is waiting for the other paladins to come. In that case… I should withdraw.
“I’ll remember this, black swordsman.”
After muttering that like a curse, the man in the robe fled the scene as if to escape. As the boy confirmed that the man was gone, he returned his sword to his sheath.
Then he approached the girl who was stuck there crying.
“Oi, can you move?”
“…Although I didn’t understand what you just said, it seems you are unable to move.”
With that said, he piggybacked the girl. The girl seemed to mind the fact that she was incontinent earlier.
“I think I know what you’re thinking about right now but don’t worry about it.”
“I’m only here to fulfill my own responsibility. That’s why, just stay like that for a while.”
With that said, he carried her through the woods. After some time walking, they gradually came closer to the village.
Tears spilled from her eyes.
And as they entered the village, the first to approach them was the blonde girl, Arthur.
“Fay? That girl…”
“I picked her up. She should be a resident of this village, right?”
“…Hey, look into my eyes for a bit.”
The girl looked at Arthur’s eyes. Then, her immobile body regained its complete freedom and the girl shed tears once again. She was scared of everything, both of the near-death experience and the thought that she might be forever unable to move.
“Fay, this girl should be okay now.”
“…No, I’ll carry her into her house. Oi, where’s your house? Answer me quickly.”
“Eh? Ah- there, it’s over there.”
With that said, he hurried a little and went towards the house. He entered the house, placed the girl down, and immediately left the house.
The girl who was left there finally understood. He was trying to hide the fact she was incontinent back then, and to prevent others from finding out, he hurriedly put her in her house to allow her to change.
A wordless wail rang there. However, the only person who heard it was the black swordsman, who closed his eyes with his arms crossed, standing by the entrance to prevent others from entering.
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