Chapter 40 Designated Request
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Dozens of orcs appeared in the distance. Having spotted the party, they let out a low, guttural roar that made the ground tremble.
”Well then, I’ll start,” Olivia said, bracing her ornate bow and drawing the string taut. With a fearless smirk, she glanced at Erina. “Shall I?”
”Yes. Do give them a flashy opening desuwa.”
Olivia’s expression softened as the bow began to pulse with a faint light.
”Whoa, Olivia is actually going to do that…” Meena muttered.
”It’s terrifying if you’re too close,” Fran added, her smile turning cramped.
Olivia loosed her arrow.
”Wait, how do you make a bow ‘flashy’?” Shuri asked, tilting his head. He got his answer a second later.
The high-velocity arrow didn’t just hit its mark-it detonated on impact¹.
”What…?” Shuri stared, eyes wide.
The party wondered if she had practiced this during training.
”Of course not,” Olivia said. “I couldn’t exactly go all-out like this in a dungeon without bringing the ceiling down on us.”
”But why did it explode? Did Ibuki do something to it?”
”Ufufu, you could say that. I got the idea from Ibuki.”
While the girls had been training, Ibuki had spent his time researching the properties of mana. He had concluded that non-elemental magic was possible for anyone to a certain degree. To prove it, he and Olivia had experimented with her arrows, which were already naturally imbued with magical effects.
They discovered that by intentionally flooding the arrow with mana at the moment of impact, they could cause a violent expansion. By refining this technique, Olivia had created a devastating attack from a simple arrow. As an experienced archer, she had been doing this unconsciously for years; Ibuki simply gave her the logic to do it by design. It was now her unique skill.
”Wait, does that mean I can do it too?” Shuri asked. Olivia gave him a troubled look.
”In theory, if you put in the time. But how would you use an explosion in close quarters?”
”The moment you hit something, you’d blow yourself up, Shuri!” Meena laughed.
”Enough talking! The monsters are right in front of us!” Rosanna barked, clapping her hands.
Fran was already moving. “Um, flashy… flashy… how should I do this? Should I just cut as hard as I can? Maybe if I slice the ground too, that’ll look flashy?”
She channeled mana into the mithril sword Ibuki had forged for her. She swung the blade down at an orc general, splitting the monster vertically from head to toe like a stalk of bamboo. However, the blade stopped before it could slice the earth.
”Wait! The ground didn’t cut at all!”
”Hahaha, swords are tough, aren’t they?” Shuri teased. He stepped forward, swinging his mana-coated spear. The heads of several nearby orcs burst like overripe fruit.
”Hey, that’s cheating! You didn’t even cut them!”
”Fuhaha! Since when did you think a spear was only for cutting?”
”Hey! You’re just imitating Master now!”
As the group bickered, Meena and the others joined the fray.
Further back, the orc king stood with his arms crossed, watching the carnage. Shirley narrowed her eyes in disgust. “I don’t like this. Ibuki said this one was a coward who stayed in the back, but this is pathetic.”
Leaving the generals to the others, Shirley walked toward the king.
”Wait! The Knight Order of Dole is supposed to handle the lead!” Erina called out, chasing after her.
”Right. Well then, Lady Erina, shall we try our first joint battle? Not that I actually need your help.”
”It is our first time outside of training,” Erina replied. “But we must show these people what a real threat looks like. Shall we give them a show?”
”I don’t care for showboating, but I suppose it can’t be helped.”
Erina and Shirley stood side-by-side. Erina held her dagger and greatshield; Shirley gripped her slender two-handed sword. Clad in full mithril, they looked like veteran warriors.
By then, the other girls had already finished off the generals. Erina glanced back to see a massive pillar of ice protruding from the ground. Lotte, told not to use area-of-effect spells, had apparently decided to see how large she could make a single ice shard. Erina chuckled at the girl’s satisfied expression.
The orc king finally moved.
”Oh, did you think I was laughing at you?” Erina asked. She lunged forward as the orc king threw a massive punch. She didn’t dodge, catching the blow head-on with her shield.
BOOM!
The impact shook the ground, but Erina didn’t budge. The orc king’s fist remained pressed against the mithril shield, his face twisted in confusion.
”Are you really that surprised that someone stopped you?” Erina asked with a haughty smile desuwa.
The king roared and swung again. Erina stepped back, letting the fist crater the ground where she had stood.
”Shirley, how should I finish this show?” Erina asked.
”You have a free hand, don’t you? Why don’t you just punch him?”
It was an absurd suggestion to make against an orc king, but Shirley just smirked.
”Are you serious? I’ll take that as a joke.”
”I’m perfectly serious,” Erina said. “Show the Knight Order of Dole that the next fist coming for them is one they won’t even see.”
Shirley sheathed her sword and sprinted forward. The orc king roared and threw a haymaker.
”Naive!” Shirley spun, parrying the punch with her palm and sending the king tumbling. She didn’t let up. As the king scrambled to his feet, Shirley met him with a perfectly timed cross-counter. Her fist buried itself in his solar plexus with a sickening thud. The king staggered back, gasping for air.
”You have no technique at all, do you?” Shirley sighed.
The enraged king unleashed a flurry of blows, but Shirley parried them all with slight, graceful movements. “You call yourself a king? Show me something worthy of the title!”
With a lightning-fast strike of her palm, she severed the orc king’s arm.
”No way… you can’t do that with bare hands!” Fran cried out.
”That’s not normal, Fran. I couldn’t do that either,” Rosanna said, shaking her head.
Shirley moved to finish him, but Erina stepped in. “I told you, don’t steal the spotlight!”
”Ah, my apologies. Force of habit.”
Shirley walked back toward the lines, drenched in blood and looking bored. Erina took over, toyed with the helpless king for a few moments, and then ended it with a single, elegant stroke to the throat.
The soldiers of the Lord of Dole stood in stunned silence. Erina shot Shirley a look. The silence was entirely due to Shirley’s over-the-top display.
”I’m sorry,” Shirley muttered.
”Whatever,” Erina said. “I’m the one who killed it, anyway.”
She marched toward the Lord of Dole.
”I presume the request is complete desuwa?”
”A-Ah… yes. But how am I supposed to report this to the capital?”
”Report it however you like,” Erina said. “Proving our strength is easy enough. However, I would be quite displeased if the credit went to someone else.”
”I would never do that!” the Lord insisted. “I’m just worried no one will believe the truth.” He gave her a weary smile.
”Regardless, please come to the manor. We must have a victory celebration.”
”Of course. It’s important for the town to know their lord has restored peace.”
”I appreciate your understanding,” the Lord said.
Erina then walked over to the Hero. “Thank you for your help, Sir Hero.”
”No, thank you! You’re incredible!” the Hero stammered. The commander of the Knight Order of Dole stepped in to pull the excited Hero back.
(Finally realized a Hero is no match for us?) Erina thought, offering a polite, empty smile.
After a banquet at the manor and a few days of gathering information on the Hero’s plans, the girls returned to Pole.
The legend of the Knight Order known as “Ibuki’s Logic” spread across the world in an instant. Because the news of their dungeon records had arrived first, the public easily accepted their victory over the orc king. Letters of commendation from the kings of Pole and Karl soon followed, but by then, the girls had already vanished from the frontier.
No one knew they had simply returned to the side of the man who was the source of their strength.
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Summary:
The party engages a horde of Orcs led by an Orc King to complete a subjugation request. Olivia debuts her new ‘Logic’—exploding arrows—while Shirley and Erina flex their overwhelming power against the Orc King. The chapter concludes with the group’s reputation skyrocketing globally after the Lord of Dole witnesses their absolute dominance.
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Trivia:
- Ibuki is the one who figured out that non-elemental magic can be used by anyone to enhance physical projectiles.
- Olivia’s explosion arrow is the result of Ibuki’s research into ‘Intent-Dense Mana’.
- Shirley is skilled enough to sever limbs using only her hand (shutou) despite being a swordswoman.
- Lotte intentionally avoided AOE magic to avoid collateral damage, focusing on size instead.
- Erina used her dagger for the kill, but her primary contribution was defensive tanking with her mithril shield
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Character Insight:
Shirley shows a streak of arrogance and boredom when facing enemies she considers ‘artless’, while Erina maintains her noble façade even in a blood-soaked battlefield.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses Shuri’s line as a meta-joke referencing Aizen’s famous quote from Bleach.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Olivia – A member of the group who asks about the ‘weird’ monster types with some technical/magic-tech knowledge who is stunned by the efficiency of Ibuki’s skills. Archer. Eldest of the new recruits. Height approx 160cm (5’3). Deep blue-black hair. Calm demeanor.
• Erina – A 17‑year‑old swordswoman and slave under Ibuki’s contract, originally from Paul, with drill hair, a refined noble‑like air and speech suggesting she was once a high‑born lady.
• Meena – A young girl and slave who is easily overwhelmed by Ibuki’s crafting abilities. An 18-year-old thief with a youthful appearance. Height is approximately 140cm (4’7).
• Fran – A young member of the group who is easily flustered. Member of the group who expresses moral or existential concern over the ‘unnatural’ leveling process.
• Shuri – 15yo tomboy lancer at 170cm, messy blonde hair, lean athletic build—worries about the Dole Kingdom beef heating up. Blacksmithing savvy, she’s the tough chick with a spear who’s all about that hands-on grind.
• Ibuki – Broke high‑schooler from Earth who got tossed into another world with the “Crafter” class he first thought was useless—turns out it’s totally busted. Black‑haired, germaphobic, and low‑key bitter but sharp as hell. Uses Synthesis, Processing, and Inventory skills to survive, craft gear, and haul loot while exploring. Currently a Level 10 otherworlder, wielding a stone axe, traveling the frontier forest with Charlotte, and just trying to stay alive long enough to find a bit of peace.
• Rosanna – Older ex-slave in the party, rocking that high-born noble vibe—volunteers for intel on dark orgs, spots the crew’s busted power levels. Loyal AF, scouts underground, bows deep with solemn grace while opening up on missions.
• Shirley – 14yo ex-knight family swordswoman, Ibuki’s 2nd slave (8-gold scapegoat from Karl), rocking long red hair, dignified cool beauty in tight white dress—shocked by the chill vibes at first. Fanatic loyalist, weapon tester, security guard, blunt questioner of his slave game, one of his 3 wives, combat/sales pro but can’t cook.
• Lotte – 12-year-old slave girl under Ibuki, a scaredy-cat blue mage (water/ice) standing just 130cm with fluffy light-brown hair and big watery eyes. Lacks magic confidence, gets shocked by his OP power, one of the group’s sensitive lil’ sis types dreaming of spell-slinging skills.
• Hero – Ibuki’s upperclassman from Earth—summoned as the naive Hero with emotional, mentally fragile personality. Empathetic yet reluctant and inadequate-feeling, lacking survival instincts and political skills. Currently in despair and terrified by his situation.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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