47 Episode 46 The Lizard and My Old Enemy (1/2)

The moment the guard's eyes widened and it seemed to everyone that nothing would ever come in time.

A moment. Yes, it was a chance encounter. Blue light and silver light, mixed together. Strangely enough, not a single sound was made.

No one said a word, nothing made a sound. Everyone gasped and was made to witness the scene.

The saber that was supposed to have been swung down to bite the girl's right arm was flicked away by something, and her body bent and danced in the air. And then, just like that, she made a distracted sound and fell to the ground.

It appeared so abruptly. It appeared so suddenly, with no context, with no warning, with the wind and the dust in its wake.

”Hey, girl. It's about time you stopped risking your life every time you play.

Lugis said with a shrug, wearing green clothes and carrying the girl Cereal by his side.

Cereal's mouth slackened as if in relief for a moment, and then it turned into one of frustration. He wondered why he had been saved again. How could I have been saved again?

But then again, how did this man appear? Cereal's eyes wavered, appeasing his still restless heart.

No matter how hard he tries, he is too far away for anyone to reach in time. His right arm was now at the point where the saber would inevitably part him from his body. And yet this man is helping himself, perhaps by flicking the saber away with the knife in his hand. It was like sorcery or magic.

In the blink of an eye, this man appeared, clad in dust and cutting through the sky!

”Who are you? Do you understand the folly you are committing?

The man was the only one among the guards who was taken aback by Lugis' unbelievably human appearance. I'm not sure what to make of that.

”You're still as unfriendly as ever, Mister Lizard. All you did was jump a saber that was mysteriously about to fall on the sister of an acquaintance. Didn't you?

What?

I frowned slightly, thinking that I had just met a nasty person.

I don't know his name, but the guard with the reptilian glare in his eyes. He looks familiar. I believe he was the captain of the guard when I visited Galuamaria in the past.

Selfish and exclusive. His nickname was ”Lizard”. His nickname was ”Lizard.” It seems that he would cut off any subordinate for his own selfish prosperity. Of course, there is no doubt that the way he looks at you has a part to play in giving you the nickname.

”...... The girl is one of the thieves. It is the duty of our guards to punish the guilty. If you interfere, you'll have to come where you belong.

The lizard's eyes narrowed, and he did not try to hide his displeasure from his words. It's not nice to be stared at with that malevolent look in your eyes.

The lizard continued to speak in that tone. The thief stole goods from the merchants who visited Galuamaria, and then he escaped to a poorhouse where he could easily escape. She tells me that she, Cereal, aided and abetted them.

”Well, you've been hard at work. I see, you've been hard at work, even trying to chop off the arm of an unarmed girl.

”Hmm, if I could, I'd cut off your useless spinning tongue too. If you understand, then hand over the girl.

Or are you one of the thieves?” His eyes grew more intense. His hand went to the saber at his waist.

He moved his eyes slowly, so as not to alarm his opponent, and took a quick look around.

There were five guards, including the lizard. However, the people in the favelas were not very reliable.

But of course, it wouldn't do to have Fearalert rushing in. There is no point in telling them to hide.

Then, if I were to pull out my knife, I would have to face five enemies for every one of you.

That's not a good idea. That would be reckless. Only a truly powerful person would be capable of such recklessness, and if you can at least set a surprise attack or a trap, but to go head-to-head with a large number of people by yourself is like leaving your sanity in your mother's belly.

And that's exactly what people like Kalia are doing.

If this were within the walls, I might consider it. But I wonder, this is a poorhouse. You know, sir, this is no Garouamalia.

The lizard's eyebrows shot up and the body of the guard behind him tensed slightly.

If a head-on confrontation is not a good choice, there is only the lubrication of the tongue. This lizard guy must not be stupid for some reason. As I recall, he used to be. Then, if he thinks he's not reasonable, he'll back off, even if it's a little awkward, which it should be.

You know what ...... means, don't you, sir?

Yes, of course. In the poorhouse, the law and the authority of your guards will not work. So why are you cracking down on them as you should?　There's no reason.

Yes, the walled city of Garou Amalia is only legally governed within its walls.

The people who live in the poorhouses outside the walls are not citizens of the walled city, nor are they even vagrants. They are just rogues camping out, or so they say.

That may seem inconvenient at first glance, but it is more convenient for Galuamaria. If we recognize the poor as a nation, we have to recognize them as part of the citizenry in some way.