Chapter 43 (1/2)

Author’s Notes

While I support fantasy, it took me 44 chapters to get to the first real fight… — !

Ma.s.sacre Maddox.

That’s what they called him.

Probably the most infamous adventurer alive today. My pick hands down, at least.

Famous adventurers got nicknames.

Historically, they were derived from appearance, like ‘Hatchet’, or ‘One-Eye’.

Or maybe from the adventurer’s actions, like ‘Lucky’, or ‘Immortal’.

Usually it was a token of respect for accomplished adventurers. And anybody could get the ball rolling.

A nickname. Basically, you could even call them a guaranteed mark of true strength.

Of course, there was an endless parade of self-proclaimed ‘famous adventurers’.

But their names would never be the subject of barroom discussion. Only the ones backed up with undeniable achievement left an impression in people’s minds.

And among those, only one carried a special distinction: the ominous name of ‘Ma.s.sacre Maddox’.

People said that he’d single-handedly wiped out a goblin colony, trolls included;  annihilated a group of ogres that normally would’ve taken over fifty people to defeat; and so on. You’d always find unbelievable tales of might surrounding that name.

If that was all, I would’ve thought, ‘Whaddaya know, there are guys like that in the world too,’ the end. After all, it was tavern gossip. Even though I only believed half of what I heard, I didn’t have any problem with it.

But that [Ma.s.sacre Maddox] was right here, in the flesh.

In a remote location some distance away from the Empire, there’d been a collection of small nations. While they were squabbling with each other, this guy showed up. As the enemy.

Yeah, I was there too, working as a mercenary. To be honest, since it was just border skirmishes, I thought I’d take it easy.

As far as I could tell, not a whole lot would change. At most, each side would throw more reinforcements at the battle as it ground to a halt. It was one of those fights that would be solved by diplomacy in the end. Or so I thought.

The battlefield had used an argument over an inch of land as a pretext — a false pretext. But the mere presence of the man catalyzed its mutation into a ma.s.sive war, one that swayed the rise and fall of nations. All in a blink of an eye.

It’s possible that even his employers never thought things would go so far. But as a result, the pitiful nation I served truly fell to ruin.

Of course, I’m not saying it was all [Ma.s.sacre Maddox’s] doing.

But in battle, he’s a force of nature.

In the first engagement, the main force belonging to a rival nation fell to his blade, down to the last man.

a.s.suming that was the reason for the country’s destruction, then yeah, even the name [Ma.s.sacre Maddox] is no exaggeration.

We were there at that first encounter, and we came face-to-face with the living, breathing [Ma.s.sacre Maddox].

It was too overwhelming.

Brandis.h.i.+ng his sword at the head of the enemy troops, he literally shattered our formation, our strategies, with brute force alone.

To my eyes, he was like a tornado.

A kind of natural disaster. Every technique, every effort was thrown at him, and yet he couldn’t be stopped. As soon as you encountered him for the first — and probably the last — time, you had two options: run like a bat out of h.e.l.l, or find somewhere to hide. He was that kind of disaster. It would be stupid to put up a fight.

I escaped with my life. And I was lucky to have that much.

The first ten percent of the battle could’ve been considered one. After that, it was a one-sided bloodbath. The rest were literally ma.s.sacred.

It was every man for himself. They ran around like headless chickens, and then they were slaughtered.

Out of a force of at least ten thousand, how many made it out alive? How many kept all their limbs? I don’t know. I don’t even know why I’m still alive. Maybe I was the only survivor.

The trauma carved itself so deep into my memories that I can still feel it, even now.

And it was that [Ma.s.sacre Maddox] who stood before me now. It was an impossible situation.

My memories were three years out of date, but nothing about his imposing figure seemed to have changed. Not the martial pressure radiating from his large frame, either. Nothing, not one thing, was the slightest bit different.

My clenched teeth chattered. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. They seemed about to spill over.

I was so terrified that I found no shame in either of those things.

Back then, I’d faced him from within the ranks of an army. Now, I was confronting him directly, face-to-face.

There was nowhere to run, and if this man were so inclined, we’d be dead in an instant.

“B–Big Sister…”

Noticing my unusual lack of composure, Aira gripped my hand and anxiously called to me.

With the sound of her voice, I was finally able to regain some equilibrium in my frozen mind and body.

That’s right, you have to protect her. Pull yourself together.

Holding tightly onto her trembling hand, I turned my eyes to Maddox.

He’s frightening. Terrifying.

But I have to protect her.

“Wh — What the h.e.l.l are you doing here, you son of a b.i.t.c.h…”

“Mm, ahh, for work. Right now, I’m halfway done.”

Seeming somewhat bored, Maddox tapped the giant blade in his hand against his shoulder.

Att.i.tude aside, that was the worst possible answer.

Until the last moment, I’d hoped that running into him was sheer coincidence, that his target lay elsewhere.

That’s what I told myself, but it was pretty thin. We’d been led here, after all. How could the guy before us have nothing to do with it? There’s no way.

And so my final hope was snuffed out by the mouth of the man himself.

His work is half-finished [now]. In other words, meeting us is only half of it. Even thinking about what the remaining half might be made me go weak at the knees.

“Do you intend to kill us?”

Ignorant of Maddox’s terror, Palmira asked without a quaver. Cautious, she kept her sword up and pointing in his direction.

Maddox’s att.i.tude was unperturbed. It said, ‘You’re the one baring her teeth, aren’t you?’1

“‘Us’? Nah, I’ve only got business with the silver-haired girl over there, y’know?”

There was no mistaking it — he meant me. The fact sent a shudder through my body, but knowing that I was his only target gave me some peace of mind. At least Aira and Palmira wouldn’t be involved.

“…Then what’re you going to do? Will you… kill me?”

I kept my gaze, which would move away if I let it, fixed on Maddox. If this guy had a job, I couldn’t imagine it was something other than killing.

But in response to my question, Maddox’s face blanked out for a moment, and then he started laughing.

“Uhahaha! Like I’d take such a boring job. If it was just killing you, you think I’d go to all this trouble? Besides, that’s not my thing. You’re secondary. The star of this show — ”

“Miss Chris!?”

“Oh — . The leading man takes the stage.”

As those two voices spoke, I turned to look behind me.

Leon. Rupert. Leopard. It was the three of them. No, there was Irene behind them, too.

“Leon!”

I was genuinely happy to see him.

But at the same time, something about Maddox’s words made me uneasy. The moment I realized why, my feelings became the complete opposite.

“Miss Chris! Are you alright!?”

“No, don’t! Leon, don’t come any closer! That guy — ”

What did Maddox say?

‘The leading man takes the stage.’

Didn’t that mean Leon was the target?

Why did he come here in the first place?

Percival was the only one who knew we were down here. In that case, Percival — or another traitor in the fortress — must have led Leon and the others here.

A murder plot, an a.s.sa.s.sination.Maybe the scene playing out here was the way things were done in the aristocracy.

I was the bait, and Leon was the target.

So that’s how it was.

“The door!”

By the time I realized, it was too late. The door behind Leon and the others began to swing closed again.