Okami Wa Nemuranai

2.

Rekan, who arrived at the Lordship Hall, was told to wait in a murderous room with only a crude desk and chair.

It's been a long time, but it's left alone.

Most of all, Lekan is not bored.

I took food and drinks out of the "storage" and tummy them, practicing "lighting" all the time.

Smooth, indulgent, and magical.

That's the amount of magic needed to activate the Light. But I dare to use my whole body to turn my magic to every corner, in a great great flow, with a small little fire. The practice of its control was repeated without getting tired of it.

I've fought as a swordsman for years, Lecan, but there are many occasions when I wished I could use attack magic. Of course, the protagonist of the battle is the sword, but if we can weave magic together, we can be even stronger and accommodate different enemies and situations. I also got a bow where magic arrows can shoot and a cane where fire attack magic can shoot, but I had problems with user-friendliness and power and could not incorporate them into the fight. A useful attack magic for a swordsman at such a stage as Lecan still has to have that much accuracy, speed and power. It was another dream of a dream for Lekan, a swordsman, to wear such a thing.

The attack magic that was another dream is now available. Moreover, one scale of its power was clearly seen in the labyrinth. He buried the giant wrinkled man in one blow.

However, as things stand, it is difficult to perform magic in the midst of battle. Plus, it's terribly inefficient at magic. So polish the controls and increase the speed.

3

"Mr. Lecan. Excuse me."

I heard a familiar voice and the door opened.

It's Cheney, the merchant. Behind it is Captain Tesla.

"Come on, come on. Let's go."

Lecan is silent. I don't even try to get up.

Seeing such a recan, Cheney added words.

"To the lord"

4.

"I took care of him this time. Thank you."

Lord Crimes Urban suddenly stood up and bowed his head. Captain Tesla in the corner of the room looks away and is surprised.

After the lord sat down, Cheney, standing to the right in front of him, gave an explanation.

"Mr. Lecan. Thanks to you for escorting us, we were able to deliver precious medicines to our lords. As a matter of fact, the lord's son, Sushana, was on the floor of a serious illness. Thanks to you, among the difficulties, we were able to deliver the medicine and Lady Sushana has recovered. The lord thanked Mr. Lecan for that."

"The handle belongs to Cheney. I was hired by Cheney to escort him."

"Don't say that. Don't you have a place for me? Hey."

Upon the Lord's instruction, a samurai chief, or a side servant, approached Lecan and offered him a square silver basin with a sachet on it.

Probably contains gold coins. He glimpsed the bag and took it out of his hand, and Lekan released a sharp word to the lord.

"How shall the sins of those who broke into Sheila the Pharmacist's house and destroyed the door of the house be recompensed?"

The air in the room froze.

"Hmm. Are you dissatisfied with the fact that the Lords have examined private houses in the Territory?

The lord asked in a cold voice. Lekan did not even answer the question, turning around and walking towards the door.

"Please wait! Please wait!"

Cheney ran in, tried to worship and pushed Lecan away.

"Hire the best craftsmen. We will repair it as well as possible. In the name of this Cheney. So, Mr. Lecan, calm your anger."

Lecan is silent. Cheney overlapped the words further.

"There is a knight in this town. Over the years, the knight has sucked up the riches of this town in a fashionable way. And they've plotted to make the real power of this town mine. The young man was turned against the knight."

"Cheney!"

Lords whispered Cheney's words out loud. Don't say that, you want to say that.

"Lord. Do you want to turn Sheila decisively against the enemy? If not, do not return Mr. Lecan like this."

Always, Cheney, who has no grasp as a leisure, now looks as tough as someone else.

"Mr. Lecan. If you are hostile to the lord, it will take the form of hostility between the lord and Sheila. That's what the knight thinks. Are you okay with that?

This is a good way to put it. As a recan, I don't like it working the way such a man thinks. When that happens, I can't get into the Lord's way any more.

At the same time, Lecan noticed. As for Sheila, whether she's dealing with a lord or a knight, she shouldn't be trying to be hostile. Because Sheila should only wish to live secretly, out of the sight of men. In other words, if Lekan, who names Sheila's disciple, is rumbled, then whoever the other person is, that is to the detriment of Sheila.

I have to thank Cheney for giving me a tranquil way out.

"Okay, Cheney. I'll undo the earlier words."