Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Translator: Penny
Chapter 11
Guild 1
Agron, riding through the village, easily encountered goblins.
"Aaaah! Someone, please help me!"
A girl, younger than Agron, clung to a boy who appeared to be her older brother, sobbing hysterically.
The sight of dozens of goblins ravaging the villagers in a brutal massacre was far from pleasant.
"Filthy vermin."
Agron drew his longsword, spurred his horse forward, and instantly pierced the nearest goblin's skull.
Crack!
The blade pierced through the goblin's head, splattering blood across the ground.
Yet even with the death of their comrade, the goblins didn't even glance at the newly arrived enemy. They remained focused solely on tormenting and slaughtering the villagers before them, reveling in their carnage.
Agron charged forward with the ferocity of an enraged bull.
His longsword swept in a wide arc.
Swish!...
In an instant, four or five goblins were cleaved in half, their bodies exploding in a bloody mess.
"Die, all of you!"
If the slaughter had been of humans by goblins until this moment, from now on it would be the slaughter of goblins by humans.
Agron's enraged blade carved through the goblins, spewing blood and entrails in all directions.
Screech!
Yet the goblins didn't flee.
To their eyes, Agron was merely an ordinary human, clad in meager armor.
Wielding crude swords and hand axes, the goblins charged toward Agron's horse.
Shriek!
But their attacks never reached him.
The longsword moved in all directions, parrying every incoming strike before cleaving through the goblins' torsos.
Before long, not a single living goblin remained.
Agron swung his sword, attempting to shake off the blood and entrails.
But in that instant, the blade snapped in half.
"Tch, Kingdom Swords are weaker than toothpicks."
Agron's strength had simply been too great for the sword to withstand.
At that moment, people approached him, expressing their gratitude.
"Th-thank you. Thank you..."
"Thank you, Sir Knight."
Despite never having seen Agron's attire before, they addressed him as "Sir Knight," likely due to his expensive mount.
"Hmm."
Agron gave a curt nod and departed.
If goblins were here, trolls would likely be on the opposite side.
With the Elder present, nothing too serious should happen... but I still feel uneasy.
Agron kicked his horse's flank.
After riding for some time, a strange "thing" came into view far in the distance.
"What in the world is that?"
The creature resembled a grotesque mix of a filthy pig and a bear, crudely mashed together.
"Didn't they call it a troll? That looks more like a hairless bear."
Agron tried to steer his horse toward the monster, but the beast's eerie howl frightened the animal, forcing him to dismount and run on foot.
He moved with a speed nearly matching that of his horse.
Despite the monster's colossal size—as large as a modest house—Agron didn't hesitate.
He tensed his thighs and calves, leaping off the ground with explosive force.
Then, like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, he swung his hand in a palm strike toward the creature.
Pa-gaaaah!
Agron's hand blade shattered the Troll Warrior's skull, slicing deep into its neck.
He didn't stop there. He jammed his other hand into the gap and literally tore the monster's body in half.
Guh...
The monster collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud, blood gushing from its upper torso.
"Hmm? Why are you crying like a little girl?" Agron asked, stepping down from the monster's carcass and turning to Lawrence.
"I-I'm not crying! Who's crying?" Lawrence retorted.
"Wipe the tears streaming down your cheeks before you speak. Are you really that sad about this monster's death?"
"..."
When Lawrence didn't answer, Agron's expression softened with apology.
"Ah, did I kill someone you knew...?"
"How should I know?! I don't, you bastard!"
"Then why are you crying and collapsing like a three-year-old?"
"Th-that's..."
Lawrence hesitated, his mind racing as he struggled to come up with an answer. He'd rather die than admit he was crying out of fear to this bastard.
"A-actually... the wind..."
"Never mind. Now that I think about it, I'm not really that curious after all."
Fucking bastard?
Agron ignored Lawrence's glare from behind and approached the fallen monster. Baek Woon was already there, examining the corpse.
"Are you alright, Elder?"
Baek Woon blinked, his face a mixture of disbelief and gratitude as he looked up at him.
"Thanks to you, I'm perfectly fine. How on earth did you kill this monster?"
"I tore it apart with my bare hands."
"That's not what I meant... Never mind. In any case, you really are a monster."
"Calling me a monster just for killing a hairless bear?"
"...That wasn't a bear, it was a Troll Warrior."
Does this guy even know what he killed?
"Huh? This thing?"
"Yes, a terrifying high-end monster. To kill one in a single blow... You have every right to be proud, Agron."
"I'm always overflowing with pride."
"...Perhaps you should tone it down a bit."
"No way. A warrior lives by his pride."
"..."
Baek Woon glared at him as if he wanted to kill him.
Just then, Hunts, who had collapsed earlier, approached with Harkin slung over his shoulder.
"W-what exactly... H-how did you kill this monster?"
Harkin and the other knights, their faces pale with shock, turned to Baek Woon.
They had just fought this monster themselves, so they knew better than anyone how terrifyingly strong and absurdly monstrous it was.
"C-Captain... the Troll Warrior is split in half... vertically."
"Did it get struck by lightning or something?!"
"No, Agron took it down."
"Huh?! Your Excellency, Count Agron?!"
Hunts and his companions had been unconscious and hadn't witnessed Agron killing the monster.
"How did you kill it? Did Your Excellency use magic?"
"No, I killed it with my bare hands."
"...Huh?"
"I just ripped it apart like this. It's easier than it looks."
Agron gestured with his blood-soaked hands, offering a simple explanation, but no one could comprehend it.
One of them approached the Troll Warrior's corpse and tried to tear off a piece of flesh with his bare hands.
"Ugh!... Ah, it's impossible."
It felt like trying to tear apart an incredibly resilient, thick slab of rubber.
The knights inwardly marveled at Agron's monstrous strength, clicking their tongues in disbelief.
He's not human...
He tore that Troll Warrior apart with his bare hands? Who's the monster now?
Monster corpses are valuable.
Goblins, with their many useless parts, weren't worth much. But Trolls were a different story.
Moreover, the corpse of a high-end Troll Warrior—not just an ordinary Troll—was exceptionally valuable.
"It'll probably fetch an even higher price," Hunts said, having recovered his strength. "Normally, we burn them alive until their regeneration fails, but this one isn't even scorched. And its heart is intact."
"I agree. Trolls' hearts and blood are highly prized. Mages and Alchemists will be clamoring to buy them."
Baek Woon, having already secured enough blood for his research, had no particular interest in the corpse. After all, he wasn't an Alchemist himself.
"Is it really worth that much?"
"Of course, Your Highness. It's an extraordinary artifact even the Royal Wizards would covet. These things simply can't be acquired through ordinary means."
"Then why don't we just buy it?" Lawrence said, taking a large bite of his dessert.
"Uh..."
"What? Is that not possible?"
"No, it's actually a surprisingly good idea. His Majesty the King would likely approve."
"R-really? Then let's buy it right away! Agron, sell it to me!"
"No."
"What?! No?! What do you mean, no?!" Lawrence's voice rose in disbelief at the unexpected refusal.
Isn't the usual response in this situation supposed to be a yes?
"W-why not?"
"A warrior shares spoils only with those who fought alongside them. All you did was whine. You're no warrior."
"Well... it's because I don't know how to wield a sword..." Lawrence whined, but Agron ignored him completely.
Baek Woon, who had been watching from the side, shook his head and whispered something into Hunts' ear.
"Your Excellency, Count."
"What is it, Hunts?"
"May I buy it?"
"You?"
"I fought alongside you, didn't I?"
"Hmm, if it's you, I don't mind selling it."
"What?! You won't sell it to me, but you'll sell it to Hunts?!" Lawrence shouted, incredulous.
"Hunts is a warrior who fought with me, so he can sell the spoils of war."
"But selling it to Hunts is the same as selling it to me! So why can't you just sell it to me directly?!"
"It's a matter of principle. I don't want to be known as the man who sells war spoils to cowards. Hurry up and give Hunts the money, coward."
Lawrence's fist trembled as he pulled a gold coin from his pouch and handed it to Hunts.
Hunts glanced at his master before passing the coin to Agron.
"Hmm, a good deal."
"Good deal my ass. What kind of stupid stunt is this...?"
"The deal's done. Now get lost."
This bastard?
Agron ignored Lawrence's response and headed straight for the office.
The Majordomo, Collector, Secretary, and Knight Order Vanguard Captain were already there, waiting for him.
"Hmm, take a seat."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Agron gestured for them to sit.
"What's the status of the investigation into the Administrator?"
"We're currently conducting thorough cross-examinations of witnesses. Suspicious circumstances are mounting, and evidence of tax embezzlement is surfacing one by one."
"Why hasn't anyone noticed this until now?" the New Head of House asked.
Everyone fell silent, their mouths clamped shut like they'd swallowed honey.
While this might be true of any superior, their brief experience suggested the New Head of House particularly despised excuses.
Sensing this, Agron spoke up again.
"I'm not here to reprimand you. I want to ensure this never happens again."
"My apologies, Your Excellency. In my humble opinion, it's because one person was responsible for all critical tasks."
"Continue, Collector."
"In most places, important matters like tax collection and the family's revenue are verified through cross-checking by multiple individuals. However, the Former Head of House trusted the Administrator implicitly and granted him extensive authority."
The Collector conveyed his thoughts with utmost caution, knowing that a careless word could be construed as disrespect toward the Former Head of House.
"Hmm, I see. What is your opinion, Collector?" Agron asked, his voice as calm and steady as ever, seemingly unconcerned by the potential implications.
"Regarding taxes and revenue, Your Excellency, I believe it would be best for the Majordomo, the Secretary, and myself to review them together."
"Very well, we'll do that. And I'll review the final results myself."
The Vassals felt a mix of relief and apprehension. Hadn't they all witnessed Agron's mathematical prowess during the last review?
From now on, we must never make a calculation error again.
They exchanged glances and resolved in unison.
"Collector."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Reduce taxes for the Lepen Region, which was attacked by trolls, for six months."
"Understood."
"Wolf."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Send soldiers to maintain order in Lepen and search the surrounding area."
"As you command."
Wolf replied with a knightly salute, his fist pressed against his chest.
"The Majordomo and Secretary will deliver thirty percent of the troll sale proceeds to the Village Chief for funeral expenses. Issue a public notice throughout the Fief to recruit laborers for repair work in the Lepen Region."
"Understood, Your Excellency."
"That concludes our business. Dismissed."
The vassals inwardly marveled at Agron's sharp, decisive orders.
Normally, when such incidents occurred, lords rarely offered any benefits or compensation to the affected regions or their people.
Giving a portion of the troll sale proceeds to cover funeral expenses, as Agron had done, was unheard of.
Convinced that Agron would become an unprecedented Head of House Veilain, they left his study.
"Looks like we'll be quite busy from now on," the Majordomo chuckled, patting Agron on the shoulder.
"Indeed. This new Head of House is no ordinary man."
"The Collector had better watch out. The Head of House is quick with his calculations, isn't he?"
"Ha ha! Did the Secretary forget about the land law oversight last time? We're all in deep trouble now."
The vassals laughed heartily as they returned to their respective workshops.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," Baek Woon called out loudly from his room, where he was crafting talismans.
"What were you doing?"
"Ah, it's you. I was making talismans, just in case we need them."
This battle had made him realize his true role: supporting Agron and assisting anyone whose life was in danger.
"I see."
"But what brings you here?" Baek Woon asked, setting down his brush.
"I realized something while fighting the hairless bear this time."
"That wasn't a bear... Never mind. What is it?"
"That I enjoy fighting."
"..."
Faced with this obvious truth, Baek Woon opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again, unsure what to say.
"That's why I plan to join the Adventurers' Guild."
"The Adventurers' Guild? Why?"
"By taking on missions there, I can explore the world and engage in combat, right?"
"Oh—that's a plausible plan."
Unlike other Barbarians, Agron harbored a dream of traveling the world, comparing books with reality. For him, the battle against the Troll Warrior wasn't just a fight, but a thrilling experience.
"Do you think it's a good plan?"
"Of course, of course. A very good plan indeed."
"That's a relief. Hurry and get ready."
"What are you talking about...?"
"We should go join the Guild, shouldn't we?"
Baek Woon suddenly felt exhausted and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"Why do I need to prepare to go there...?"
"Because you need to join too, Elder."
"Why would I...?"
"Huh? Didn't you say you wanted to boss your Vassal around?"
"You go fight! I hate fighting!"
"Hahaha. You're quite the comedian, Elder. You were making talismans to fight just now."
"Gwaaaah!"
Baek Woon screamed and stormed out of the room, leaving Agron with a satisfied smile.
"If I'd known he'd be this excited, I would have suggested going sooner."
📝 Translator’s Note:
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To preserve their original tone and authenticity, the raw text has been kept for reference, while the English interpretation is provided right before or after it. This helps convey both the literal and cultural nuance of the original work.
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