"This is the Coast Guard of the Kingdom of Greitas! Hey, you there! Who the hell are you? !

There you go, you rude, unthinking knight of the Templars. What's the best way to handle this? What do you think?

"Hey! I know you can hear me! Answer me!

I can't do it. ....

Shut up! You're yelling at me from horseback while you're taking someone's food from the side! You don't even know who you are or how to say hello? What kind of knight would do that? Or is your name the Coast Guard?

"What? You! You're talking to a knight!

Stop it, you idiot! You're right. If it's true that we interfered in the battle, it's also true that we were not polite. You're right.

This is also the boss of an unexpectedly good knight order. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not, but I have. I am the platoon leader, Cook. The five behind me are my men, from right to left: Havoc, Jami, Eldam, Guy, and the one I just excused is Buggy. Baggy.

Baby carriage sniffs. What just flew out of your nostrils?

We were informed that a group of goblins were approaching the fishing village, so we came to take them down, but we were too late. Is this all your fault?

"Yes, well, I managed to get to the fishing village and when I entered there were goblins and a battle broke out. I'm sorry I'm late, my name is Masaru. I'm sorry about earlier. I'm Masaru.

"No, no, no. We were the ones who were rude first. I'm Masaru.

You're a really good platoon leader. Baby carriage's got a look in his eye like he's ready to kill me.

I'm thinking of disposing of the corpse for now, how about you knights?

"Dispose of the body? What are you going to do?

"If left unattended, they may attract other beasts and demons. So you dig a hole, burn it, and bury it. I see.

"I see. In that case, I'll help you. I can help you.

I guess they don't have much concept of hygiene. Or is the disposal of corpses a job for the residents? Oh, yeah, the residents!

What about the residents? I was wondering why there were no bodies here and no one had been seen. I was wondering why.

"It seems that this herd has been wandering nearby for a few days, but when it turned out to be over ten in size, they evacuated to a forest settlement a little further down the road. A forest village.

A forest village... maybe so. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea. While pondering this, I walked towards the fishing village, dragging a goblin in each hand.

You've got a difficult look on your face, is there a problem? ...! This is a goblin rider! You did this too! But this is .... But this is

The first thing you need to do is get the tools out of your broken and crumbling hut and dig a hole underneath. Put the goblins in the hole and use the rubble from the hut as fuel to burn them. Let's burn it.

"But first, let's talk about this goblin rider... and are there really too many goblins? Are you sure you're the only one...?

Yeah, that's a pain in the ass. .... Can you move your hands first?

If we don't move fast, we'll be done by nightfall. We can talk at night, can't we? I don't like sleeping with dead goblins or campfires with goblins. Somebody get the tools out of the hut. And gather the goblins around. "Why are you telling me what to do?

"Why are you telling me what to do? What the hell are you doing?

Baby carriage. Stop talking and start working.

I'm going to dismantle that boar. It's too good to waste. Okay.

Well then, I need your help. Let's get this done by nightfall. Let's get this done by nightfall.

The knights finally started to move after Platoon Leader Cook's words. There was a small hiccup in that the earth under the hut was too compacted to dig, but the simple solution of digging a hole in the side of the hut did the trick.
The work was finished sooner than I expected because I found an oil pot for fuel, and the knights were relaxing around the fire that I had built for dinner with tired faces.
The knights looked a little surprised when I offered them the monitor lizards I had carried outside the fishing village as ingredients for dinner, but no one said anything, probably because they were tired. I looked around the village and found salt, so I roasted the skinned and gutted monitor lizard, sprinkling it with salt.

"That looks good. .... I'll be back.

A crackling bonfire. It's a great way to get the most out of your life. I'm not sure if it was my own throat that I heard the gurgling or someone else's. Or was it someone else's? Everyone's eyes were focused on the roasting meat.
Don't we need to be on the lookout? We've closed the gates to the village. In a world like this, where there are demons, it's necessary to put up defensive fences around inhabited areas, and it's normal to close the gates at night. Goblins and other puppet demons may climb the fences, but the tops of the fences are sharpened. If you are injured or make a noise, the guards will find you.



"Isn't it about time?

The lizards are cooked, and everyone takes a knife to their heart's content. Because of their size, there was plenty to eat. One of them is staring at the tail of a monitor lizard, a baby carriage. When I looked around to see what I should do, everyone was laughing. Maybe it's because I'm the one who got it and I can't touch it, so it's hard for him to eat it... he's got a cute side.

"Buggy. You want a tail? Eat it. Eat it.

I said, and he looked surprised and panicked. The way he looked at me as if he was in love with the tail was apparently unconscious. When the lively dinner was over and we were all relaxed, Cook started to talk.

"Masaru. You really killed all those goblins, didn't you?

"Yes. All but the last one. Yeah.

Even for a goblin, fighting sixteen goblins by himself was a daunting task. And the goblin rider, the boar rodeo, was said to be quite a dangerous opponent. Normally, adventurers and knights would gather a group of eight to ten to destroy them safely. Numbers are power, and a group alone is a factor that increases the level of danger. The reason why there are so many weak goblins is because they are fertile and numerous.

The goblin riders were really dangerous, though. Well, I've fought goblins before, even hobgoblins, so I knew I had to be careful... but the gore made my sword unbreakable, and when the goblin rider came at me, the blood really drained from my face. And the sword I was holding at the time is now this big. And the sword I was holding at the time looked like this.

And I took out the first sword I was holding. The sword was bent in the middle, showing the extent of the impact. The fact that it bent without breaking showed that it was neither cast nor quenched, but was made of soft iron. It seems that even ironworkers have a lot of room for technical improvement.

"So, if you're so powerful, why don't you join the Order?

Here it comes. I knew you'd say that.

I refuse. I already have people I have to do my duty to. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm here.

"You've already found them. I just assumed you were a commoner based on your clothes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Since I left the rabbit tribe, I've been wearing the clothes the chief gave me because the clothes from my original world stand out. It's not much better than a burlap sack, but it's very stiff and simple. According to an appraisal, it was made of yarn made from the hair of a mysterious creature called a beastie.

"No, I'm a civilian. No, I'm just a regular guy. I don't work for them, but I've been fortunate enough to have people who've been good to me. I'd like people to think of me as family, or something like that. .... It's great!

That's great! I'd like to hear this from all the adventurers who fuss about money and women, and some of the knights who are only interested in money and fame. I'm sorry.

I'm sure you're not the only one. You've been drinking. .... I'm not sure what to make of this. I don't mind. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to be tied to a knight. What's so good about being a knight? It's like.

I remembered that I was an adventurer, and I met a bandit on the way. .... "What?

"What?

Oh, the atmosphere has changed at once. These guys are pros, after all.

How many people in what area?

I think this is Jami. He's probably a scout for this platoon, and he's lightly armed, moves smartly, and doesn't make a sound.

There were five of us. We met them at the scene after the attack on the wagon. A merchant's wagon.

A merchant's wagon. What happened?

At first, only one of them came out and said he was attacked, but the situation was strange, so I cut him down. I cut him down.

Huh? Was it a club?

Whoa, whoa... Hey...

And they're all in shock.

"Then four of them come out from behind the wagon and kill three of them. They interrogate one, make him tell them where his hideout is, then kill him again. The victims were three adventurers who looked like bodyguards and a merchant. Three masters and three menials. Eight in all. Eight in all.

You're pulling my leg.

I think I know where they're hiding.

Six bandits. All have been destroyed. All destroyed.



What? Why are you all scratching your heads?

I've brought the victim's guild card, can it help? Also, I'd like to know what happens to the confiscated items?

"The guild cards are helpful. We can identify the victim, and we'll have to tell his family and friends, which is a lot better than just saying he's missing, maybe ran away, or dead. As for the confiscated items, you can keep them. Basically, if you get something back from a bandit, it goes to the person who defeated the bandit. Or if there is no one to take it, it becomes the property of the state. If you don't have a problem with it, just tell me what the confiscated items are. You need a report or something?

I'm sure you'll need a report or something, because even if you say you're a knight, you're still a soldier leaning on a bureaucrat.

"A carriage and a few potions and other medicines in a crate. "A carriage, a few potions and other medicines in crates, some money, and a few weapons. A keg of wine, perhaps?

"And a wagon... well, we can't seize the cargo without it. And where's the wagon?

It's not near here. The horses were being killed, so I hid the wagon. Where is it?

Actually, it's in the item box.

So, you said you were here to do me a favor. Can you tell us why? Depending on your purpose, we may be able to help you. Depending on what it is.

"Depending on our purpose, we may become enemies. That's what you're saying. Well, I'll tell you if you want to know.