Volume 4 Chapter 34 (1/2)

Chapter 4 Episode 34

Editor: Starbuck11

The food warehouse was being burnt grandly to the ground. From inside the inflamed building, one can smell  food turned to crisps.

And from the surroundings, angry voices could be heard.

Together with that, countless screams of pain also could also be heard.

It was a ma.s.sacre.

Laura's gaze didn't waver even when such battlefield was spread in front of her, she only stared fixedly at the burning central building.

”Onee-sama... Is everything alright here?”

Along with the sounds of clas.h.i.+ng weapons, a beautiful voice could be heard calling for her...

In such battlefield, that voice was not matching the environment.

But to those words, Laura answered without turning back.

”Yes, there's no problems here. Thanks to Ryoumsama stopping Moore's movements, we managed to burn the warehouse smoothly. It will be impossible to stop this fire now even if they ceased their fighting ... Not even if Moore used the water magic arts he’s renowned for...”

In front of her, a large fire was burning the warehouse.

Not only because of the burnable goods, such result was also possible because they had used oil.

If it was still in the early stages then it would be possible, but since it was already this late, it had become impossible to stop the fire.

Of course, if Moore was able to take the lead to stop this chaos, then there would be a slight possibility he would succeed, but with Ryouma stopping him, such an event was now remote.

”How is your mission ?”

”We also didn't encounter any problems. Because they thought we were part of their army when we infiltrated, the sudden fire has thrown all of the soldiers into confusion, thus making it easy for us to dispose of them...”

”I see, it seems like no one was injured ? All is fine as long you're alright...”

Laura nodded her head without turning her gaze to Sara while grasping her iron sword drenched with blood.

One can certainly grasp from her voice that she was worried.

However, if she really felt worried, she should've shown a different kind of att.i.tude.

But even with her being like that, Sara didn't show any anger towards her elder sister, Laura, for displaying such cold att.i.tude.

Sara herself felt the same.

Both of them had been betrayed by their trusted va.s.sals and sold as war slaves, but an old-faced young man saved them and gave their freedom back.

For the Marfisto sisters, giving everything they have for him was an absolute truth.

They would not hesitate to even sacrifice their lives for him...

”At this time, Ryoumsama would be...”

Feeling a slight sorrow from Sara's voice, Laura turned her gaze at her sister who was now standing beside her.

”Probably, right now, Ryoumsama is fighting Moore?”

Laura was not sure.

During the meeting, no related topic was being mentioned.

However, if Ryouma could take the head of Greg Moore who had a big reputation, he could expect more rewards as war merit.

For Ryouma who was currently trying to develop Wortenia peninsula, such rewards were very fascinating.

Whether it was money or power, for the current Ryouma he lacked both.

With that, considering Mikos.h.i.+ba Ryouma's character, he was not someone who will abandon such opportunity.

”As expected... We should've gone with him...”

Words filled with anxiety and anguish come out from Sara.

No matter how strong Greg Moore was, as long they gang him with numbers, they could kill him.

However, Laura quietly shook her head.

”It's not necessary for us to do that... If Ryoumsama didn't see the prospect of winning, Ryoumsama wouldn't fight. Sara should also know that too, don’t you ?”

Ryouma had collected a lot of informations from Simone and Iga clan's members beforehand.

It was a fact that Mikos.h.i.+ba Ryouma was weaker compared to the battlefield hardened Greg Moore.

Although Ryouma possessed comprehensive martial arts capabilities, he was not someone very proficient in magic arts, compared to Greg Moore who had experienced many battlefields as well, but also possessed high magic arts competence.

And not to forget, Greg Moore's magic sword ability.

Even though Mikos.h.i.+ba Ryouma possessed the characteristics of a person from a different world, one still cannot replace actual experience.

That was why Sara’s concerns were with founded.

Laura also understood that. However, she didn't doubt Ryouma's victory.

Or rather, she desperately tried to believe in it.

”We only need to finish our job properly...”

She squeezes such words from the depth of her heart.

It was not like she didn't feel any anxiety. Laura herself knew that there was nothing absolute in a battlefield.

That feeling was not related to her trust in Ryouma's ability.

It was more like she was being anxious because she was unable to stand besides her important person.

However, on the other hand, Laura also understands the importance of her work.

She was feeling anxious regarding her master's safety and also wanted to answer her master's trust towards her.

Such conflict broke out inside Laura's heart.

”Although the many surprises had thrown the enemy into confusion, it will eventually die down over time. It would be dangerous if many of the Ortomea Empire's soldiers managed to survive. We should devote our self with the current task and don't think about unnecessary worries...”

In her eyes, a strong determination could be seen.

However, Sara didn't miss the trembling when she looked at her sister's shoulders.

(Nee-sama...)

There were many things she wanted to say.

However, being able to sympathize with Laura’s feelings, Sara left the place quietly after she turned her eyes towards the central building for a brief moment.

To fulfill their duty...

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At the time Laura and Sara directed their gazes at the central building, the opening of Ryouma and Greg Moore's introduction to each other was over, and their decisive battle was about to start.

Dull silver light shone on Ryouma's eyes.

Among the swords created by the Iga clan's blacksmiths, there was the battle katana that boast a reputation as one of the strongest.

The katana was a masterpiece that would not lose in quality compared to the work of master blacksmiths that left their name in history.

Ryouma licked his lips while drawing his katana with a side stance, as if trying to hide his sword. <tln: waki=”” kamae.=””>

(The rock-solid Moore...)

Glint of delight can be seen from Ryouma's gaze, as he thought about the nickname of the knight standing in front of him.

If one were to prioritize his survival, he should've used the ErnestGora soldiers that were standing behind him to attack.

However, he had no such intentions.

The fact that Moore needs to find his end here was an absolute priority, but the rewards obtained from the way he died changed dramatically depending on which methods Ryouma choose. <tln: like,=”” you=”” order=”” your=”” soldiers=”” to=”” gang=”” the=”” enemy's=”” commander=”” in=”” chief,=”” versus=”” a=”” one=”” on=”” one=”” battle=”” between=”” two=”” commanders=”” in=”” chief...=”” the=”” fame,=”” the=”” rewards=”” etc,=”” would=”” be=”” different.=””> -

(I can't help it but somehow feel excited...)

In a battlefield, an opportunity for one on one battle was hard to happen.

That was why Moore's proposal could be said as a G.o.dsend for him.

The aura emitted by Moore's body was very similar to that of Ryouma's grandfather, Mikos.h.i.+ba Kouichirou.

It was characteristic of a strong person.

In fact, Moore was someone who had his name spread even to the neighboring countries as a large broadsword user.

If Ryouma managed to kill him, the distinction for war services would be ma.s.sive. If Mikos.h.i.+ba Ryouma's name grew bigger, he could demand more things from Lupis for the development of the Wortenia peninsula.

This situation was within his satisfaction. And as well as a perfect opportunity for him.

But, outside of profit thinking, Ryouma also could feel the excitement from within his own emotions.

”Uoooh !”

Moore shouted out while raising his sword above his head.

His shout shook the atmosphere around them.

And his prana immediately activated the magic art engraved on his broadsword.

The distance between the two was still around 10 meters away, but Moore swung down his sword without hesitation.

At the same time, a crescent-like transparent wave flies toward Ryouma.

Instinctively Ryouma swung his sword diagonally to parry the attack.

Shock ran through Ryouma's hands, and blood comes out of one of Ryouma's shoulder.

”Khuu...”

If Ryouma didn't parry the attack, he might have lost his arm.