A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad (Novel) - Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translated by Sylph
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But unlike what had been feared, the Frost Association’s conduct was unexpected.
‘Who did the association give the right to undertake the commission to?’
‘They say they gave it to a small mercenary company recommended by the lord of Lindelfel, one that knows the terrain of Lindelfel well.’
‘No way. Is that really true?’
The Frost Association began distributing the right to undertake national commissions in a very upright and reasonable manner.
Shattering everyone’s expectation that corruption and solicitation would be rampant.
‘Didn’t Trevaga request the right to undertake it too? I naturally thought the association would hand it over to Trevaga…!’
‘I heard the association looked conflicted too. Since if Trevaga moved, they could besiege the magic stone without much risk.’
‘Then why? Why did they leave Trevaga aside and give it to some unheard-of small mercenary company?’
‘I told you. The commander of that mercenary company is a Lindelfel native. I guess they said that since he knows the terrain so well, he seemed likely to respond flexibly even in a chaotic battle.’
‘…I can’t believe it.’
‘Right? I can’t believe it either.’
The Frost Association treated every mercenary company very fairly.
It did not give convenience because a company was highly ranked, nor discriminate because it lacked power.
Thanks to that, the number of mercenary companies joining the association naturally drew an upward curve.
‘It had been quiet in recent years, so I had temporarily forgotten.’
In truth, since leaving Death Hound, Basto had had no reason to pay attention to the Frost Association.
While going around alone to besiege magic stones, what would he covet the right to undertake national commissions for.
“…And yet that association would step forward saying it’d rescue us.”
And Agabert was not even affiliated with the association.
There was something even more surprising still.
That the targets of the summons order were rank one, two, and three, whose names stood firmly on the ranking.
Grim Reaper and Silvar’s Scream were one thing, but Trevaga was truly unexpected.
True to its unshakable rank-one position, those bastards were giants among giants who cost hundreds of thousands of gold for a single commission.
“Looking at it, I don’t think it’s entirely because of us.”
At that moment Veil cut in.
As if sunk in some thought, he was rolling the communicator in his hand this way and that.
“The Factory Manager got trapped in the subspace too, remember.”
Basto blanked out for a moment, then quickly regained his senses.
‘Come to think of it.’
Because his head had been filled with worry over Tie, he had completely forgotten about Velugon.
Velugon was the greatest blacksmith currently existing in the Empire.
To the point that even the Emperor would personally come to receive weapons from him.
“He’s the one who shouted at the Emperor and still survived just fine. Was it a day or two of self-reflection he got?”
Basto too knew of the incident where Velugon exploded in rage at the Emperor, who had brought back a weapon he had made after breaking it.
‘On top of that, he made such outrageous remarks in front of nobles and holy knights, so the whole Empire heard the rumor.’
That the august Emperor had been disrespected by a mere blacksmith.
If it had been anyone other than Velugon, they would have been beheaded at once and their head would have been hung at the imperial castle.
But the Emperor spared Velugon.
Even after saying he would or would not execute him, in the end he left him alone so that he could continue making weapons.
And behind that stood the close bond between the imperial family and the religious order.
“If something happens to Velugon, the holy knights will immediately have trouble with their weapon supply. They’re already a group with a high dependence on weapons, so if they can’t even besiege because they don’t have weapons, the Emperor’s prestige won’t survive it.”
Having said that, Veil then sent Enzo a meaningful look as well.
“In that sense, it was a good idea. The part where you said we should ask the association for help, I mean. I was honestly so scared that I couldn’t think of anything.”
An awkward expression drifted across Enzo’s face.
“No. I only did what naturally had to be done as a company member.”
She looked unable to smile comfortably because she was worried about Astie, who was trapped in the subspace.
Growing more anxious, Basto clenched his fists hard and looked out the window.
The time passing until the support force arrived was unsettling.
‘If even half a day passes after being trapped in subspace… then you have to assume they died with a high probability.’
Of the half day Olek had spoken of, half had already passed.
Just as it felt once again like the blood was draining from his body, and he silently pressed a hand to his forehead.
“Excuse me!”
The workshop door opened and one of the blacksmiths rushed in with an urgent expression.
“A circle has risen in front of the armory hall!”
The fact that a circle had risen meant that one of the mercenary companies that had received the summons order had just arrived at the weapons district.
Leaping to his feet, Basto turned to the company members without even breathing.
“Let’s go.”
Then everyone followed him out of the workshop.
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“Man, what a bother.”
Mercenary rank 2.
Reaper Aldobrat, the commander of Grim Reaper, muttered as he slid a gauntlet onto one hand.
When he raised his head, he saw the utterly desolate sight of the weapons district.
Even the dry leaves rolling over the barren land and the gray buildings with not a shred of style.
“This is why I don’t come here. The place looks pitch-black.”
“Commander. Still, Populosa products can’t be ignored. You always insist on using only armor smelted here.”
At the same time the vice-captain Gaven spoke, black smoke rose from the chimney of one of the buildings.
Reaper grumbled and pulled his gaiter up over his nose.
“As if. Velugon keeps getting more obnoxious, so I was thinking of changing suppliers while I was at it.”
“Were you?”
“Yeah. But of all things. Who would’ve thought I’d be summoned for a job to rescue that Velugon bastard. If it weren’t a national commission, I would’ve….”
Trailing off, Reaper clicked his tongue and turned around.
Not far away, the armory hall that boasted imposing grandeur came into view.
He muttered in a strange voice.
“Anyway, they say Krazar’s subspace opened up there.”
There was no mercenary who did not know the great monster Krazar.
Even if now it remained only as a core.
“Do monster cores just revive on their own like that? It was originally a weapon, wasn’t it? That old man Velugon, I asked him to sell it dozens of times and he wouldn’t part with it even if he died.”
Gaven scratched his head.
“Well… from what we heard from the association, it doesn’t seem to be revival exactly.”
“Then?”
“What was it again? They said that the residual magic power inside the core might have created the subspace.”
“That’s revival. Honestly, whatever it is doesn’t matter. We just have to smash it.”
When Reaper struck his own chest with a bang, his iron armor and gauntlet collided and rang with a metallic sound.
Gaven nodded reluctantly.
“Yes, well. But the subspace can’t be seen at all from the outside, so it seems Tesetan Veronio has to arrive first.”
“And why does it have to be that bastard again!”
“Annoying as he is, don’t we need that bastard’s ‘eyes’ to release the subspace’s concealment?”
Ah-
Reaper, who had let out a short groan, nodded.
If that was the case, it certainly did seem they needed the help of that bastard Tesetan.
But then.
“Dear me, what should we do? They say Trevaga might not come.”
A gentle voice came from behind.
When he turned his head, he saw a silver-haired woman in a white blouse and beige apron staring at Reaper and Gaven.
Reaper’s eyes narrowed at once.
“…Elanes?”
Rank 3.
It was Elanes, who led ‘Silvar’s Scream.’
She waved the wooden spatula in her hand and smiled.
“How long has it been, Reaper? It’s been far too long.”
Reaper’s expression twisted.
He looked Elanes up and down with a displeased face.
“What’s with the way you look? Like you just came out of a kitchen.”
Elanes swung the wooden spatula in her hand with a swish.
“Oh my, how did you know? I really did come from the kitchen.”
“You? In a kitchen?”
“Well, I felt bad eating only the meals my husband makes every day, so I was trying to do some cooking for once. I didn’t know a summons order would suddenly come down.”
Reaper shook his head from side to side.
Then he spoke with suspicious eyes.
“But what was that you said just now?”
“What?”
“That Tesetan Veronio might not come.”
Elanes let out an ahh- and smiled.
“Well, you see.”