Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Fart

“The 4th Battalion Captain keeps glaring at me, is it my imagination?”

“He is glaring.”

“It is clear he is jealous of my handsomeness.”

“······The 4th Battalion Captain will think of you as a guy who unnecessarily started work. This time the movement of the magic beasts was a little strange, but it is not a problem to the extent of going out on a large-scale investigation.”

At Gilbert’s answer Galahad scratched his cheek.

“They won’t care about the Special Mission Unit moving, but the problem is that Lady Adrianne is going together.”

Gilbert slightly pointed to one side. There was a large white carriage there.

“Lady Adrianne does not make exceptions even for fellow captains. That such Lady Adrianne is visiting the 4th Battalion Captain will also have his nerves on edge.”

“So it is the sound of dragging a general and visiting the unit.”

“What do you plan to do. Nothing might come out.”

“If there is no achievement one has to make it and pile it up.”

Gilbert squinted his eyes. Galahad patted that shoulder.

“Achievement is something one makes.”

Then, Tom who had gone to get the carriage returned. But that expression was not good.

“Isn’t this a luggage carriage. How are you telling us to go all the way there riding this—.”

At Tom’s grumbling Galahad examined the carriage. Certainly the size was smaller than the carriage he had ridden before and there was no window.

However—.

“Isn’t it a carriage anyway?”

To Galahad they were all the same carriage. Anyway isn’t it an ignorant means of transportation with wheels attached and horses pulling?

“From the beginning it is a unit that was newly established and has no achievement or roots, so this is a natural treatment. If unfair one has to pile up achievements. Then they will change to a bigger carriage too.”

Gilbert pointed to the 4th Battalion carriage. Certainly compared to this carriage the size was large and the wheels were thick. Along with that various decorations were also attached on the outside.

Soldiers who seemed to be the 4th Battalion openly mocked while looking this way.

“Are they going to ride that? They will die.”

“Seeing they didn’t even cover with leather, they will freeze to death?”

Galahad’s question remained as is.

Whether the 4th Battalion carriage, the 1st Battalion carriage, or this carriage in the end—.

“Isn’t it a carriage anyway?”

Whether large or small to Galahad it was just a carriage.

It was no different from making a wooden boat large and painting color and showing off.

“Yes, that is so.”

“Correct. The carriage does not represent us.”

Tom with an expression somehow moved and reluctant Gilbert—. It seemed they misunderstood the words.

What conversation would one have with stupid guys who do not know magic.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly and headed to the carriage.

‘Heat and softness would be enough.’

He planned to lay basic magic. The most important thing was mana but—.

“Why······ why?!”

“I just saw.”

“The gaze was strange! Sticky!”

Gwen covered her own body. Her sense was quite fast.

Gwen’s mana tank was quite large, and anyway Gwen does not use magic so it seemed okay to use that. In the process there was also the effect of exposing to mana.

Galahad put a cigarette in his mouth and waved his hand. He planned to use the principle of making magic tools.

Magic tools originally used mana stones. It was a method of engraving a formula and embedding a concentrated mana stone in the center, and drawing atmospheric mana to use.

This time Gwen was the mana stone. Of course, using a person like a mana stone was a somewhat difficult formula but—. The caster was Galahad.

A very thin and thin air layer formed at the tip of the finger. It was magic that compressed a wind blade. He moved it and engraved magic circles in places.

“Gwen, you sit here.”

“Yes! This feels a bit strange! Ticklish!”

“Endure. Ah, you must absolutely not fart.”

“······I originally do not fart! But when you say that I want to fart!”

When he sat Gwen the magic slowly began to turn.

The interior that had been full of cold soon became warm.

“Wow··· this is magic. It feels exactly like sitting in front of a fireplace.”

“I like it.”

“The feeling is strange···. Ugh···.”

Damien lay on the chair as if melting as he was.

“······Tom, do you know how to hold the reins?”

Gilbert who usually never handed over the reins asked in a reluctant voice. Because the carriage was warm it seemed he wanted to come in.

“You cannot ride because it is narrow. That armor is too big.”

At Gilbert who openly disappointed Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

“If you show respect for me, I will also install it on the coachman’s seat.”

“Ah, our respected Captain Galahad—.”

“Good.”

When he drew a magic circle on the coachman’s seat as well, Gilbert laughed rarely.

“Even the knights of the North feel the cold.”

“I am also a person though. This is quite good. The buttocks being warm—.”

“In technical terms it is ass-warmth.”

***

‘Ass-warmth—.’

Gilbert grinned at the warm buttocks. It was only one buttock becoming warm, but in this kind of cold it was a very big difference.

On top of that covering with magic beast leather it was the warmest in the world.

A guy approached from the side. A woman who raised a white saddle on a brown horse, Hartna who was a 1st Battalion peer.

“Oh, it suits quite well.”

Hartna said in a voice holding mockery. Hartna who had been particularly jealous of Gilbert from before. It seemed she came to tease excitedly at the sound that Gilbert went to the Special Mission Unit.

If it had been originally he would have been a little irritated, but because he had been going around with Galahad this much did not even come to mind.

“Does it suit well? Fortunate.”

The guy’s face immediately furrowed. This is the feeling. Gilbert admired softly.

“How does it feel to fall from the 1st Battalion to the special attack unit? You acted up saying you entered the 1st Battalion and fell in one shot?”

“It is not special attack unit but Special Mission Unit. You can’t even memorize three letters properly. Still the same.”

“What?!”

Hartna shouted loudly. Gilbert felt a subtle thrill. This is why Galahad teased with every word.

“Ha, you fell to the special attack unit and the person became prickly? The shock was too big?”

“I said Special Mission Unit.”

“Yes! Special Mission Unit! Acting up dirty with a name that there is no need to remember anyway!”

Certainly Special Mission Unit was something that did not stick well in the mouth.

“Because of your stupid judgment you are just doing coachman in such a shabby carriage.”

‘Shabby carriage—. Certainly it would look like that.’

The current carriage was more comfortable than when he drove Adrianne’s carriage. It was only the difference of the buttocks being warm, but that was bigger than expected. He had never driven a carriage this comfortable.

“Enough, it is Lady Adrianne’s order to receive the identity plate.”

Gilbert stared at the white carriage going in front.

It was a fact that a somewhat disappointing emotion arose, but Adrianne was originally that kind of person.

Adrianne was a woman who drew the same line even for herself.

Rattle!

Then, the door opened roughly.

“Oh! Sir Gilbert! Gwen farted!”

“I didn’t fart! It’s not meee!”

“Actually I farted.”

At the noisy sound heard from behind Gilbert smiled faintly.

“Here, take it.”

Gilbert threw the 1st Battalion identity plate stained with handprints.

“You will clearly regret it.”

At Hartna’s teasing Gilbert laughed out loud.

Regret, he was always doing it.

***

It was a dark night. That kind of night where the sound of sharp wind blowing continuously pounded the carriage—.

‘Hmm···.’

At a subtle feeling Galahad squinted his eyes.

Gwen was startled and shook her head.

“This time it is not me! I really didn’t fart!”

For a moment a subtle feeling arose. It was a sensation that grazed at a glance, but it was clearly felt.

Galahad was not dull enough to not believe what he felt. He urgently kicked the carriage door. Bang! The carriage door opened roughly and the scenery outside was visible.

The surroundings were a forest full of white. Long dry trees passed quickly. Cold air rushed in in an instant.

“Did Gwen fart again?!”

“······I didn’t! Really!”

Galahad narrowed his eyes, held the carriage door and twisted the other hand and held it out. The wind was so cold it seemed the hand would freeze.

It was a dark forest to the extent the inside was not visible because trees were dense. Exactly like a monster was hiding—.

Galahad lightly flicked his finger. Small fires jumped in succession between and created a large fire. The enlarged fire pushed away the darkness.

Then what was visible was—.

“It is magic beasts.”

They were wolves with red eyes.

Galahad threw a fireball without hesitation. Right before the flown fireball directly hit the wolf, the wolf caught the fireball.

‘Caught?’

Galahad realized the identity of the sense of incongruity.

‘The wolf is walking on two legs.’

It was natural to the extent one wondered if wolves originally walked on two legs.

“Ambush!!”

A long shout burst.

“What··· what is it!”

“You, the fart smell gathered the wolves. So I told you not to fart.”

“···Yes?! Sorry! When you say not to fart more······!”

Galahad moved his fingers instead of answering. Fire formed again. It was a faster speed than before. The corners of Galahad’s mouth rose. It became stronger.

“It is two-legged wolves! Weak to fire! They are guys who chew and eat human heads so be careful of the head!”

Tom who had taken out a shield at some point shouted. Damien was visible beside Tom. That appearance was exactly like a puppy right before going for a walk.

“Bad magic beasts are waiting! Will you go?”

“Okay.”

Galahad grabbed Damien’s back and threw him outside. Gwen burst into a long scream. The flown Damien rolled on the floor as he was. Tok—! The wolf that had been opening its snout toward Damien was torn as it was. Damien came out between that while smiling brightly.

“Amazing skill every time I see! Sir Gilbert!”

“Yes! I am fine!”

Gilbert was holding the reins with one hand and swinging the sword with the other hand. At that brilliant aura the wolves were easily split.

“No! Pick up some leather!”

“Yes?!”

“I said pick up some leather! I want to make a coat! Hey! Tom! Do you know how to make a coat?”

“Yes? What do you think of me! Of course I can make it!”

“Good! Gwen you do not lift your buttocks from the chair! Because there is also barrier magic there!”

“Yeeees!”

Gwen placed her hand on the ceiling and pushed the floor and shouted.

Galahad smiled and grabbed the ceiling of the carriage. Grabbing it and kicking the floor, for a moment the world turned upside down.

Tak! Galahad who stood on the ceiling at once undid the coat buttons and shook his hands.

“Amazing stunt?”

“You, there is one behind.”

“I know.”

Gilbert who answered lightly swung the sword crookedly. At that blue straight line the wolf that had been rushing was split.

Wolves were rushing from all sides, but the reactions of the knights and soldiers were quite something. It seemed it was a thing that happened more often than expected.

Then a brilliant light burst from behind.

The corpses of the wolves fully floated into the air. There was no blood anywhere. Exactly like thoroughly dried corpses.

Adrianne was in the center.

Adrianne who held brilliant light on her entire body was exactly like a god who descended from the sky.

Adrianne quietly drew the sword.

A long line was drawn in the air.

For a moment an illusion as if space was divided arose.

‘She burned mana with the sword—.’

How is that possible?

Galahad could not believe even seeing it.

The magic beasts could not even touch Adrianne.

No, they could not even stand in front of her.

It was only one sword. The wolves crumbled at the line drawn by it.

‘Absurd martial power.’

It was a move that showed she was the greatest adversary of the Demon King.

Even there was not even a small difficulty on that face. It was just the feeling of lightly swinging the sword.

Originally he was curious how the North blocked the magic beasts, but now it changed.

‘How were the magic beasts blocking Adrianne?’

It was that degree of martial might.

‘No sense at all comes.’

Galahad who habitually imagined how to kill Adrianne clicked his tongue softly. No matter what method he used the calculation did not stand.

She was the natural enemy of everything that possessed mana.

Those indifferent eyes showed no emotion at all.

The wolf ambush ended with only two swords.

Everyone was cleaning up as if nothing.

‘A harsh place.’

Galahad clicked his tongue softly while wiping the blood stuck on his face.

“Two-legged wolves, guys that appear when one is bored. That fur is quite warm so it is the most popular leather for coats.”

Gilbert explained while shaking the blood-stained sword. Contrary to Gilbert’s clean state Damien was red as if he had rolled in blood.

‘As soon as a subtle feeling was received it was an ambush of magic beasts—.’

Galahad flicked his finger and made a mana arrow. It was magic used for measuring concentration.

Holding it he headed toward the side that had been unpleasant earlier. The mana arrow shook slightly, then that size became smaller.

‘The mana concentration is denser than other places.’

Of course, mana concentration would have differences, but there was no way it would differ to the extent of being noticeable like this in the same place.

‘There is something here.’

The corners of Galahad’s mouth rose.

“We have to go this way.”

“The road is that way though.”

“I am a person who pioneers. Follow.”

“The opposition will be strong.”

Gilbert pointed behind. The 1st Battalion and 4th Battalion people were preparing to board the carriages.

To go the way Galahad pointed one had to abandon the carriage and move. There was no way they would follow obediently.

“Doesn’t it not matter? Our superior is His Grace the Grand Duke.”

Gilbert smiled faintly. It seemed he knew it was a joke.

Galahad hid the trembling hand behind and approached Adrianne. Adrianne was sitting still with her eyes closed.

Surely not reviewing the battle? That perfect battle just now? Galahad stuck out his tongue.

“What is the matter?”

Adrianne asked in an indifferent voice.

“There is something over there.”

“Over there?”

“The mana concentration is dense. Dense mana concentration means there is something artificial there. And—. Can I borrow the map for a moment? Thank you.”

Galahad borrowed the map of the knight who had been beside Adrianne and unfolded it.

“We have roughly come around here now.”

“How did you know?”

“There is a map in my head.”

The knight who had been beside Adrianne smiled faintly. It seemed he knew it was a joke.

“The watchtowers the magic beasts attacked are here and here, and here and here. But the watchtower in the center of them is intact. Isn’t it strange?”

“It is strange.”

“Also anyway even if we go to the collapsed watchtowers, they are already restoring so there will be nothing to gain. It is clear there will be more if we go this way.”

“That side has no road so one cannot go by carriage, one will have to walk half a day.”

The knight who had been beside Adrianne intervened again. It was a beauty of a soft impression. The woman who met eyes bowed her head.

“It is a reasonable opinion.”

Adrianne nodded.

“That direction is opposite to the place the magic beasts attacked. Going there will only waste time. From the beginning isn’t it different from the plan?”

Then, the 4th Battalion Captain approached. Red blood was stuck thickly on that body. Galahad analyzed the guy with that trace. A guy who likes thrusting—.

Adrianne nodded this time as well.

“The opinion of the Special Mission Unit Captain is a quite plausible inference, but it is not grounds to the extent of changing the plan. Because it was a mage’s inference there is a part I cannot understand so I am sorry. However, the authority to operate the battalion’s troops is with each captain, so if you will go I cannot stop you. We will investigate the collapsed watchtowers as planned. After that we will join that side.”

Adrianne’s judgment was the same as expected.

Galahad originally wanted to move separately. If going around with Adrianne, all the credit would go to that brilliant woman—.

Yet the reason he still told Adrianne was because of the support mentioned later. If there was something unpleasant, Adrianne would not just pass by. It was clear she would return.

In case he met a tremendous enemy, he planned to wait for Adrianne.

An agent always digs two tunnels.

“Hmph—. Special Mission Unit—. Because of the stupid captain you will suffer a bit.”

The 4th Battalion Captain who did not know such circumstances snorted and laughed. It seemed he thought Adrianne took his side.

Unfortunately she did not take any side.

She only made a judgment.

The cleanup was in an instant. At some point only they were left alone.

Galahad quietly looked around the members.

Damien licking the blood around the lips with his tongue out, Tom with a greatly tense face, Gilbert with a leisurely expression, even Gwen holding a rag and broom with a serious expression—.

Could it be this messy.

“Everyone move.”

Galahad laughed softly.

“······Sorry! I only farted a little!! I didn’t know the wolves would come!”

Gwen hurriedly apologized.

***

“Hey, Karl! Someone is coming!”

“Who would come to a place like this! Hurry and do the work! It is almost ending now!”

“No, really coming?! It is 5 people!”

“5 people?! There is no good in getting caught for nothing when the work is almost ending.”

“Then what to do?”

“Kill! This bastard!”