âAh, you two. I donât recognize your faces. Are you from some other place?â
They said. It was too predictable.
âEh? Is that a challenge? If you bastards want a fight, youâll get a fight! With him.â
Juga shouted defiantly as he stood in front of me.
Juga, what the hell are you doing?
Stop trying to be a comedian.
âOh. You⌠A Personification?â
One of them stepped forward and looked at me up and down.
âHow unusual⌠Yes, it is a Personification.â
Another said as he too began to inspect me.
Well, they hadnât attacked us yet. So maybe we could talk it out.
âThatâs right. Even crying brats will shut up in front of the one they call the Annihilator of Rebels. He is one to fear. Make no mistake about that!â
Why was Juga acting so important?
And âthe one they callâ? He chose that name himself.
âYou. Do you know of this âAnnihilator of Rebels?ââ
âNoâŚIâve never heard such an embarrassing name.â
There you go. Now they were looking at us as if we were fools.
And âembarrassing.â They were not holding back.
âAll of you! Perk up your ears and listen carefully. This Annihilator of Rebels has come to destroy those rotted Dragons, Vargan and Noshe. Now, hurry up and lead us to them!â
No, thatâs not what we talked about.
I had no intention of doing that. I just wanted to make it out of the Coast of Everlasting Summer in one piece.
âWh-what!? This Annihilator of Rebels is going to kill our leaders?â
âThen thereâs no time to lose. Weâre under attack by the Annihilator of Rebels!â
Hey, wait. Stop calling me that.
No, never mind that. Stop believing everything that Juga says.
âI-I have to tell Lord Vargan at once!â
âAnd I will go to Lord Noshe.â
âThen we should split up.â
âAye!â
âAlright, letâs go!â
And then they scattered.
ââŚHah! They were just cowards after all, werenât they, Sir Golan?â
âYou. What the hell do you think youâre doing?â
Juga was grinning at me, and so I dropped my fist onto his head.
After questioning Juga, I learned that the men we saw earlier were rebel soldiers who were on patrol.
He said that the matching scarves they had around their necks was proof of this.
âWhy scarves?â I has asked. But he merely said that it was the mark of a rebel.
As for why he had gone out so boldly like thatâŚ
He said it was because Redhats had been driven from their homeland and forced to separate from each other. And he hated the rebels for this.
While Juga was currently working under Pojun, he had no idea what the rest of his kin were doing or even where they were.
It was possible that they all died.
Even in the Demon World, it would be difficult for the non-combat races to survive after being driven out of their homes.
Or you could say that it was easy for them to die.
Hard to live. Easy to die. Huh, I do have a way with words.
Regardless, such were the reasons that Juga hated them.
I had sensed it ever since we first met. He really wanted me to fight them.
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And since I had an idea that it would happen, I couldnât be too angry.
ButâŚ
âThey didnât seem like they were that hostile to me.â
It wasnât like they were going to attack us unprovoked.
I couldnât say for sure that they would let us through without trouble, but it didnât seem like they saw everyone as an enemy.
That showed that there was some order in this place.
Perhaps they were a proper military organization?
âBut they still persecuted us. They are the enemy.â
âI donât know⌠Well, maybe they are.â
In general, the non-combat races were employed by people who were strong and could fight.
And so if they were driven out, then there was nothing that they could do.
They could not challenge them.
That being said, it did not mean that their lives were entirely bad.
The strong tended to be simple-minded and could not do basic things that were necessary to live.
Obviously, small things like cooking and throwing away trashâŚeven the strongest could do that.
Not that they would, most of the time.
And it wasnât because they saw such work as a form of defeat.
This was the way that the high-rankers thought.
It was too much trouble. Someone else would do it.
No one wants to do it? Then weâll make someone do it.
Something like that.
And so the non-combatants would act as their arms and legs.
Their presence was a necessity.
And so if they were mistreated or harmed, then like Juga, they would often abandon their home and leave.
It was the fighters that would be inconvenienced by this parting of ways.
Because of this, few people truly looked down on the non-combatants. Of course, there were some scum who were the exception.
And so I had been expecting these people to be scum. The rough type.
After all, the non-combatants had run away. Surely there could be no doubt about it?
However, there seemed to be order here. It was quite surprising.
ââŚWell, letâs continue on then.â
As the soldiers on patrol had all run off somewhere, there was no point in staying here.
We would probably meet them again some time later.