CH 3.31

The Sea, Fishermen, and Sailors

Translated by Mlzkzr

Edited by Mlzkzr

In the human world, elves are very conspicuous.

If I get mixed up in a crowd of people, I might get buried unexpectedly, but most people who see me up close were usually surprised or look at me in an unusual way at first.

Although, I don’t particularly dislike it.

Standing out often worked badly, but there were also times when it worked for the better.

For example, it is not suitable for me to act secretly because it will become a rumor immediately, but on the contrary, but on the other hand, the fact that I am conspicuous makes it possible for things to happen on their own without my active participation.

There are people who hate and avoid conspicuous strangers, but there are also people who treat them extra kindly because they are rare.

Yes, it all depends on how things roll at the time.

So, I wonder which viewpoint of the story will this turn out to be.

A letter arrived for me on the fourth day after I came to the city of Saurote.

The contents of the letter are an apology for the dispute caused by misunderstanding, and an invitation.

The sender is the Raretto Trading Company, an affiliate of the Tritoline family, as was mentioned before.

In short, it was a letter asking me to visit the Chamber of Commerce to apologize for the trouble I had with the sailors.

Among the trading houses under the Tritoline family, the Raretto Trading Company is a hardliner who will stop at nothing to make a profit.

It is a trading company that is rumored to be involved in pirate-like activities when out at sea.

At this stage of the match, they probably call me to win me over, but depending on how the conversation turns out, it could turn into a trap.

I naturally ignored such a summon from the Raretto Trading Company.

Because even if they have business with me, I don’t have any business with the Raretto Trading Company.

Rather than receiving an apology from some merchant, it’s more important for me right now to fill my stomach with seafood caught by Driese and cooked by Grand.

But maybe it’s because I ignored the invitation from them like that.

On the fifth night, on my way back from Grand’s place, when I came to take a walk to relieve my hunger and look out over the dark ocean from the beach, I was surrounded by several armed men.

The men who surrounded me drew their swords without question.

Apparently, they couldn’t hide their threatening intention, and that they’re just thinking about making a foolish stranger who comes to a place like a sandy beach at night into bait for fish.

Hypothetically, if this had happened in town, they might have been able to get away with using threats, but they chose to eliminate the adversary quickly at the first opportunity.

They must have thought that if they all latched at me once, someone’s blade would reach me before they would be hit by the water mass.

But, of course, this is my invitation.

Ever since the day I had my altercation with the sailors in the harbor, there had been eyes watching over me.

The watcher was quite skilled, and though he was hiding his presence well among the people, the spirit of the wind told me of his presence.

Therefore, because of the letter the other day, I did not drink today and acted carelessly on purpose.

But as expected, I didn’t think they would fall for it so cleanly and come on so well-armed, though.

Was I being too shortsighted, or did I look that much of a threat, or was I being underestimated?

Only, yes, the essential observer is not among the men surrounding me.

Even now, their line of sight is constantly watching me, and regardless of whether he’s a rabbit of the Raretto company, I feel something I can’t let my guard down when it comes to the individual observer.

The men around me did not utter a sound, but they came slashing at me at once.

The blades they used that glow in the moonlight are, marine knives with curved blades, a cutlass.

A weapon favored by sailors, it has a short blade and is easy to handle in narrow spaces such as on ships.

So, simply put, it’s not the best weapon for fighting on a wide sandy beach.

If I avoid the slash by stepping backwards, I will find myself at the edge of the waving water.

There’s no longer any escape behind.

However, I had no intention of running away from the beginning.

“Spirit of Earth”

I muttered so and spoke to the spirit at my feet, drew my sword, stepped forward, and swung it.

The sandy beach at the edge of the beach has the worst foothold for the unaccustomed.

However, those who are accustomed to it would move on the assumption that their feet will be caught in the sand from the beginning.

That’s why if the scaffolding suddenly becomes as hard as stone pavement, their movements will crumble and be disrupted.

And then my sword, the Yosogi-style swordsmanship of Kaeha, which is unrivaled in terms of sharpness, strikes them.

Five men have surrounded me, and I swung my sword three times.

But in those three times, all of the cutlass that the men had in their hands broke off in the middle and became useless toys.

I don’t know who made them, but they are very poor-quality weapons.

Moreover, they must have used them without proper maintenance.

As if the cutlass chose death itself, it broke without resistance.

They may have been careful about the attack of the mass of water, but they probably did not expect that I’ll counterattack with a sword.

I can wield a sword to a certain extent, though not as well as Kaeha.

The men, who had lost their weapons, were shaken, and instead of attacking or turning to flee, they stiffened for a moment.

Well, no matter what action they take, the end will be the same, though.

“Spirit of the earth, one more, please.”

When the spirit of the earth hears my voice, it immediately digs a hole under the men’s feet and drops them.

I check the faces of the five men buried up to their necks in sand, but I don’t recognize any of them.

I searched for his presence again, but the gaze of the observer who was looking at me had already disappeared.

The wind spirit told me that as soon as I got into a state of engagement with the men, he fled towards the town.

I suddenly have an idea for a prank and request the spirit of the earth for the third time.

If someone comes to rescue them, I want them to be dropped in the same hole and buried in the sand from the neck down.

Now then, I wonder how many additional people I can catch with this.

I don’t plan on killing them, so before the tide changes, I’ll call around Driese and the others to capture them again, but now that they’ve pointed their weapons at me, I’ll have them feel scared for a while.