Life in Another World With Narration - Life in Another World With Narration chapter 22

22 – Promotion Request

Mileia glares at me with cold eyes.

Her long sword almost touched the tip of my nose.

“Answer me. “You’d better not even think about running away.”

“That’s… ….”

Her mind turns blank.

I felt like I had just misunderstood her.

I had no chance of winning alone, so I used a trap to protect the village. I never thought it would come back like this.

“What is it? “Are you a demon?”

“No, that can’t be…” ….”

“Are you the one who raised the undead from the grave? “Is this a self-made plan to sneak into the guild as an adventurer?”

“No, that’s a bit…” ….”

“Tell us where you are from. “Where are you from?”

Oh no.

She seemed to completely think of me as a demon who wielded magic.

Is there such a terrible misunderstanding?

But the bigger problem is that I can’t think of a way to explain it right now.

“There is something else suspicious. Do you think a novice adventurer who doesn’t even have a bronze rank can win against a large number of undead?

No matter how much we reduce the number through traps, it would be unreasonable.”

“Uh… ….”

“Now, tell me. “Where are you from?”

My hometown is Seoul.

I feel an ominous premonition that if I say that, nothing will disappear right from the top of my neck.

Where are you from? Because it’s from…… If you ask me to tell you that, the only places I know are Vainar and Kubel.

Oh, I know one more thing.

Helvetica Island, where Meruru came from.

But I’m not a beastman, right?

There was no way it could be convincing.

“You can’t answer.”

The tip of Milleia’s sword slowly came down from the tip of her nose and aimed at my neck under my chin.

Wait a minute, this is really dangerous.

Her expression was as cold as ice.

But now that I think about it, I feel a little angry.

No matter how much I am from another world, my origin is unclear.

A novice level adventurer, he suddenly fights alone against a horde of undead and safely protects the village.

They even predicted that the undead hordes would come out and even used traps.

… ….

……… ….

Even though I think about it, I doubt it.

If you look at it without even thinking about it, you get the feeling that they just worked hard to protect the village.

As Millia said, I opened each piece one by one, and I got the feeling that this person was doing something.

No, wait.

Just as I don’t have a clear way to explain this problem, doesn’t she actually have clear evidence for her suspicions of me?

The biggest reason she suspected me was because she knew in advance that a monster was attacking.

In that case, wouldn’t it be enough to just give a valid reason such as knowing in advance that undead would arise in the graveyard?

“As expected, you…” ….”

“Hmm… hehehe…… Ahahahahaha!”

“What is it, suddenly. “Are you crazy?”

“Are gold adventurers usually like this when they kill live people?”

I looked directly at Milleia and began to counterattack with her stern expression.

She also has no evidence.

If the accusation was just out of curiosity, there was no need for her to show any signs of embarrassment.

“Of course, it is true that I registered as an adventurer in the guild some time ago.

I was born and raised in an unknown back alley, so I have long since forgotten where I came from.

But I wanted to become an adventurer, so I did all kinds of odd jobs, whether it was cleaning or working as a manual laborer, and I managed to buy a sword.

Because I wanted to become an adventurer. “When I registered as an adventurer in the guild, they gave me a novice level.”

If possible, I focused on Milleia’s face instead of looking at the sword pointed at my neck, putting flesh on what I had been through.

When the other person doubts me without any evidence, on the contrary, I can resolve the doubt even without evidence.

In order to do so, it was necessary to build up the story by considering various factors.

I gradually change the subject by pretending to be talking about myself.

“What did they say? Well, since he doesn’t come from a famous family, has no experience, and didn’t go anywhere to learn swordsmanship, we can’t give him a bronze grade. It is better to start at the novice level, gain experience, and then move up. “It was for this reason.”

“… ….”

“Still, I was happy. Because I could become an adventurer.

Although I did not have a place in this punitive force, I did my best to find out what I could.

Who do you think carried most of the cargo in the supply wagon? That’s me.

Even when the punitive force left and I was left alone, I kept looking around to see if there was anything I could do.”

I said, before she could open her mouth again, as if she was in a constant rush.

“Then I saw a grave dug up in the corner of the cemetery.

I looked around to see if there were grave robbers, but there weren’t any. An undead had awakened from that tomb.

Luckily there was only one so we managed to get rid of it, but what do you think?

Of course you wouldn’t think that they could wake up in other graves in the cemetery, right?”

The only setting that will turn this situation around at once.

In the corner of the graveyard, there was actually an undead who had already awakened.

Of course it was a lie, but there was no way to confirm that it was a lie.

If no one knows that it is a lie, it is not a lie but a fact.

“But what happens? The damn punitive force has already left and is not in the village. I can’t ask for help.

Wouldn’t it be a big deal if the undead woke up in another tomb?

So, I set up a trap and decided to watch the graveyard alone until the punitive force returned.

If nothing happens, it ends up being just me making a fuss, and if the undead really wake up, I was trying to do something using traps.”

That’s it.

Somehow it fit together.

However, this hastily made fact could be refuted in unexpected ways if the other party were given time to think deeply.

In order to prevent that, I have to attack on the contrary.

Isn’t there a saying that the best defense is offense?

That was an effective method in a war of words.

“Then let me ask you the opposite. Mileia, I heard that you are a great and very famous adventurer.

But why didn’t they leave the minimum number of people to protect the village?

What if I didn’t find the undead waking up early in the graveyard?

What if the village was attacked by the undead without any countermeasures? “What do you think happened?”

When I asked again, Milleia’s eyes, which had shown no change in expression until now, shook just a little.

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When I turned the topic that was focused on me to her and started criticizing her incompetence, she was at a disadvantage.

Because there were so many things I wanted to discuss.

“I just tried to subdue my target with all my might.”

Mileia answered.

No, that doesn’t answer.

“So the number of dead and injured was that high?”

“There is always danger in fighting against monsters… ….”

“It’s your job to minimize that risk, right?”

I know.

The strategy she used to subdue the monsters was ridiculously ignorant.

The strategy of dividing the punitive force into a strong group and a weak group and attacking them from the front cannot be called a strategy.

Since Milleia is definitely a Gold level, her own strength may be unrivaled.

But she could confidently say that the way she led her punitive force was worse than Bronze’s.

I felt the atmosphere change.

Now she is no longer in a position to suspect me of making up things I did.

It is difficult for people to think of two things at the same time.

“There was an adventurer named Oren in the punitive force.”

I recalled Oren, who never returned, and brought up her story.

“Even though he was a bronze adventurer, he was a good person who taught me many things. But he never came back.”

“… ….”

“It’s because of you.”

“That’s… ….”

“To you, who was so blinded by the object of subjugation that you didn’t even care about the village’s defense, didn’t it matter what happened to the other adventurers in the subjugation team?”

After saying that, I took a quick look at Mileia’s condition.

After a while, Milleia took away the sword pointed at me and put it back into her sheath.

I was worried that I may have crossed the line and attacked, but looking at the reaction, it seemed like it was still okay.

And although I said this to protect myself from her suspicions, I was truly shocked that Oren did not return.

If this woman had carried out the subjugation operation a little more properly, she might have been able to save Oren.

Mileia’s strategic incompetence and complacency were the same as what killed Oren.

I was really angry about that part.

“I have nothing more to say. “Can I go now?”

“… ….”

When she didn’t reply, I turned around and left her alone and came down the hill.

Milleia never grabbed me from behind.

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When I returned to the village, I quickly went into an alley to avoid people’s eyes.

“Whoa…” … Phew… ….”

And I kept taking deep breaths with my hand on my chest.

When she pointed her sword at me and began her interrogation, I thought she was going to die.

All the tension I had been holding in was released at once, and my legs started shaking.

Although it faded over time, the fierceness she felt when she first aimed her sword was real.

I didn’t know how to spit out such words to such a scary woman.

『Yunoa taunted Millia with all her lies and bravado in order to relieve her doubts about herself.

He was a truly outrageous person who even sold her friend’s death to escape the crisis.』

When I was confronting Milleia, the narrator, who had been keeping quiet, belatedly poured out criticism.

I could accept everything else, but I couldn’t accept that she sold her friend’s death.

『Meanwhile, Milleia, who had been criticized by the novice adventurer, was still lost in her thoughts on the hill in the cemetery.

No emotions were revealed in Millia’s cold, pensive expression.

But Yunoa’s words kept ringing in her head.』

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