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– Hey, hold it right there, coward! We’re not finished with you yet! – One-Eye, getting agitated, fired his revolver after the fleeing figure. – Ugh. Are you guys okay?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
In one way or another, Illurin was revived. The amulet quickly began to work, and her wounds healed before their eyes.
"This is a disgrace... I was shot by ordinary soldiers. Yes, there were three of them, but the others managed..."
The girl walked past Sieverfall, who was almost bursting with health but still tormented one of the soldiers, and looked into the eyes of the one who shot her. Drawing her katana, she carefully examined his eyes, face, and lightly scratched him... But that was all. There was no point in touching the corpse, as she had nothing to do with the murder. It wasn't fun.
Illurin simply gathered his equipment. Some for herself, some to sell. Then she gathered from everyone else. After that, Alaria would distribute it.
"They're decent guys, quick on their feet," Tylen said, stretching his shoulders, which had stiffened from running in heavy armor. "We had so many problems with these Larians during the last war..." He approached the body of a soldier, cleaved in two by a heavy, two-handed sword, and kicked his rifle with his foot. "I have a feeling that the time is not far off when these muskets will leave our blacksmiths without work. What's the point of armor and swords against such firepower? Ugh. Sigh."
While his comrades were spouting all sorts of silly phrases, hacking and looting corpses, Sieverfall decided to take a little walk on his own. He was even whistling a cheerful tune, thinking to himself: "Yeah, I really messed up at the beginning of the battle with 'The Abyss'. Luckily, I redeemed myself afterward, or they would have completely considered me a useless loser. Aha, now I'm in my element." Sitting in front of Sieverfall was a Soldier-9, staring blankly into space and drooling. Looking around and making sure no one was nearby, the mage cast the "Energy Drain" spell on him, followed by "Essence Drain," to the fullest extent. Although the idiot couldn't fully comprehend the world, he could still feel the simplest concept of pain. Therefore, very soon, heart-wrenching screams echoed over the gorge, which didn't stop for a long time... When Sieverfall returned to the rest of the group, he could barely restrain himself from whistling the song even more cheerfully – however, fearing hypocritical moralizing and sanctimoniousness from his comrades-in-arms, he nevertheless held back. "He was practically a dead man," the sorcerer explained, "so I just ended his suffering. Not in the quickest way, but in the most useful way for all of us."
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
An anti-fan, got it. Well, that means I eventually slit his throat before leaving. I could have left him alive for laughs, but that's just too much, even for my character.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
The enemy fought valiantly. However, one couldn't expect anything else from the Larian army – the Republic was renowned as one of the strongest nations in the region for a reason. But that wasn't enough – Alaria's squad achieved a victory she could rightfully be proud of. This pride, however, was somewhat overshadowed by the fact that Laria was one of the nations the demoness respected. Sometimes, she even pondered how things would have turned out if she had chosen to live there instead of seeking death in Lightia. Perhaps she and her loved ones would now be defending a military base from members of "Fenrir." Perhaps she would be fighting somewhere else. Or perhaps she would have left active service altogether due to her age. In any case, it was irrelevant now.
Pushing aside unnecessary thoughts, Alaria headed towards Illurin and Lysandra, who desperately needed her help. They had, of course, sustained serious injuries, but the enchanter could still bring them back to life, with a bit of luck.
Once the initial aid was provided, the demoness ordered the squad members to gather items from the fallen enemies – even if her superiors wouldn't allow her squad to keep a few "Hephaestus" for themselves, this equipment would be of good use to "Orion."
— "Reimford" produces not only firearms," Tilen said, standing next to Alaria and nodding towards the "Triton" hanging on her back, "their engineers also work on melee weapons. Or, at least, they used to. This sword is over twenty years old.
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Soldier-9 loses 5 units of charisma Siverfall gains 5 units of charisma
I should have stolen charisma from that flamboyant hussar with the huge mustache; then I could have stolen 50 charisma in two turns. Does anyone else have anything important to say? Let's redistribute the mana potions, giving them to the mages that is, to me, because everyone else has a billion mana in reserve and then let's move on?
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
-Well, given this level of technology, all we can do is hope that they won't be too upset about the little "prank" we pulled here. Because otherwise, our entire organization risks incurring the wrath of people far more formidable than some gang of Akkerwald vagrants. However, it's not my place to question the decisions of command.