Volume 3 Chapter 111 Yelmar’s Proposal I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(I’m not wearing ‘glasses’. But even if negotiations go badly, I handle it with my own strength.)
”Hey, long time no see, Lord Kian of Izerland?”
Yelmar glances neither at Serena nor at Kian, instead focusing intensely on Kian.
Kian wears ‘Silver Ice,’ with Windsong Blade strapped to his back.
To enemies, he’s probably a serious threat.
In fact, Yelmar subtly traced his eyes over ‘Silver Ice’ and Windsong Blade when he looked away.
Next, he narrows his eyes at Sarah, who is nearby, wearing a masked old man’s shadow.
”Different from the companion you brought before?”
Yelmar wears a careless smile on his face.
”What happened to the little one? Dead?”
”Doing work somewhere else.”
”Yeah, that little one looked stronger than you.”
”────”
(For now… but someday I’ll surpass Natra as a swordsman.)
Ignoring that illusion of ‘I will become,’ Kian indicates Sarah with his hand.
”This is Okina. And this is Serena SilverWooloo. You probably know,”
”I’m Yelmar. Leader of the new ‘Storm Herd.’ Nice to meet you.”
Yelmar pulls out 2 business cards and offers them to Sarah and Serena.
”…Why did you leave my father’s side?”
Serena doesn’t take the card, just eyes the wolfman youth with a stern look.
”Our beliefs differed. I wanted to try the mercenary life my way,”
”Gathering stray members of the pack?”
”Aren’t you one of those stray members too?”
”────”
”Oops. I didn’t come here to fight. Right? You guys?”
Yelmar turns to his friends behind him and asks.
When they nod, he shifts his gaze back to Kian.
”Thought I might make a good deal with you lot, that’s why I came here. How about you get rid of the critters in Fuuro’s belly first? Me and this magician here, we couldn’t manage it.”
”Isn’t Ms. Natasha here?”
”She’s not too fond of bugs, you know.”
The young man answered with a grimace.
Sarah pulled out a bottle filled with clear liquid from her pocket.
”Please drink this.”
”What is it?”
”It’s a dewormer. I’ll manipulate the bugs to get them out of their system at the same time.”
Yelmar sniffed the bottle, then showed it to his rough-looking companion.
Yelmar’s mates just said, “Don’t know ’bout that,” and nonchalantly tossed the bottle back to the young man.
”I’ll drink it. My gut’s seriously grossing me out. I can feel something squirming around in there, it’s driving me nuts.”
”Alright, but it’s your responsibility.”
The Fuuro boy snatched the vial from Yelmar and guzzled it down, grimacing.
As Sarah chanted a spell-like incantation in a low voice, the boy clutched his stomach in agony and promptly vomited a mass of white grubs. The bugs let out a high-pitched screech and tried to escape to the lake ── but before they could, Kian’s ‘Silver Ice’ magic froze them solid.
”Hmm… I don’t wanna fight with you.”
”Agreed. No point in senseless killing.”
”Liar. Or, wait, is that uncertainty in your voice?”
”I don’t like being questioned.”
His expression had faded from his face at some point.
Yelmar’s underlings bristled their silver fur and laid hands on their hip falchions, but Yelmar kept his twisted smirk, holding them back with a gesture.
”It’s all good. As long as we don’t do anything, this guy won’t either.”
”Glad you understand, Lord Kian of Izerland.”
”──Our request is simple: while we’re staying in the Great Forest, we’d like you to keep your hands to yourself. And we’d appreciate it if you’d stop passing information to the ‘Storm Herd’ headquarters.”
Sarah stepped in front of Kian and stared down Yelmar through her crone mask.
”You’re the shaman who sowed bugs in the Barghest camp, aren’t you?”
”Oh, you’re well-informed.”
”That group over there is in ruins. Many dead, and the food supply from the Beastmen Alliance is almost entirely ruined. And rumor has it, even the ‘High Warlord’ got killed.”
”‘High Warlord’?”
”Huh? Oh, maybe it was the doing of Lord Kian of Izerland?”
”──Don’t remember him.”
”Lies don’t work on Wolfmen.”
Yelmar tilts his lips up in a smile.
Behind him, his subordinates suddenly begin to murmur.
”You really killed that old guy?””Can’t be…””Some monster…”
”Well, he had to be taken down in the course of events. No ill will.”
”We don’t care where that bastard dies.””He deserved it, glad he’s dead.”
”──You’re saying the elder deserved to die…? What kind of thing is that to say!?”
”Ms. Serena.”
Sarah restrains Serena, who is baring her teeth.
In the meantime, Yelmar was────hitting one of his laughing subordinates with a backhand, knocking him away.
”Whoa!?”
”‘High Warlord’ was a brave warrior. His numerous achievements are beyond count, and he has made tremendous contributions to us Wolfmen. ────He is someone every Wolfman should respect. Don’t mock him. Show proper respect to a great hero.”
”Sorry, Yelmar.”
”Tch, worthless mutt.”
Yelmar spits and returns his face to normal.
”My subordinates need some discipline, it seems. Don’t take it the wrong way.”
”So, will you accept our request?”
Sarah asks, and Yelmar nods, “Of course.”
”Better yet, I’ve got an even better proposal.”
”Which is?”
Prompted by Kian, Yelmar spreads his arms wide.
”Comrades, you’re looking for them, right? I’ve got some valuable information. In exchange for the info, Lord Kian, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
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