Third Outer World Story Series: Pumpkin Sorcerer - Chapter 75

Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter

Please be aware that this chapter contains more sexually explicit and violent expressions than usual.

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“Now, the most crowded place is… over here.”

Looking around more consciously than usual, Pumpkin sought to ascertain where the majority of the living things were by observing the distribution of magic power, though it was somewhat difficult to discern since it was through the walls.

The distribution of magic power seemed to indicate that a certain number of individuals were being held captive in multiple rooms as a group.

This was only a logical approach, so it was not surprising.

However, with this method of checking, it may be difficult to grasp whether the reason for the high magic power of the place resulted from the presence of hostages or was instead caused by troops and hostile aristocrats congregating there.

“Then, I suppose I’ll start with the nearest one.”

So, Pumpkin started off by going to the closest location where magic power was gathered.

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“Here is a miss too.”

[[[ZZZ…]]]

So, an hour has already passed since beginning the search inside the castle, yet no hostages have been discovered where they were being held, and the only thing Pumpkin could find was soldiers sleeping on pillows.

Hmm. Even though the [Resonance Concerto Spell?Good Night Day] has an effect time of roughly one whole day, the longer time I take, the more likely an accident will arise…

I have to find the hostages and evacuate at the earliest opportunity.

“At any rate, it is time to move to the next place.”

In any case, this room was a miss, so Pumpkin left after picking up a few things that could be used as catalysts for resonance spells.

The most basic of all the fundamentals in a battle should be the local acquisition of equipment directly from the adversaries. Being able to aim to weaken the enemy’s strength while increasing your own combat ability was truly a scrumptious experience.

Even in its worst form, it could be employed as a component for [Overburst], which made it more palatable to Pumpkin.

“Mhm, it’s locked.”

He then discovered a room in the castle’s back that was locked and heavily guarded, with two soldiers stationed in front of the entrance.

Furthermore, from what could be seen through the door, there was enough magic power for more than a dozen people in the room, a few in the center of the room, and the rest surrounding it. The rest of the magic power was surrounding it.

Yeah, it looks like this is the place. 

“Well then, shall I force my way in?”

From inside his cloak, he pulled out an ash-hardwood knife (created with the leader’s beeswax) and began to apply his magic power to it. The Hunting Bee’s beeswax helped the knife’s edge sharpen up.

As a result of three years of research, it has been established that there were subtle individual differences in the beeswax of the Hunting Bee and that these differences led to varying degrees of enhanced performance, albeit mild, but at the same time, there were also differences depending on the attribute of the magic power that was poured in and the compatibility of the beeswax with the intention that one was pouring in at that time.

To put it bluntly, the best beeswax for compatibility would be the beeswax of the Hunting Bee to which one has contracted and to which one usually gives beeswax.

“Whoo-hoo!”

With that, Pumpkin swung his reinforced knife and proceeded to demolish the door, slicing and dicing it up like tofu.

For the record, the only person who could pull off such a feat was Pumpkin, despite the weapon’s composition from ash-hardwood and coating from Hunting Bee beeswax. Ordinary Spalpkins can at best engage in a battle with iron weapons. But even so, that will be enough.

“It’s open… wow…”

Having finished demolishing the door, he entered the room, and what came into sight was the image of several men and women naked and intertwined in the center of the room with a particular smell.

Yeah. Judging from the women’s clothes scattered around the room and the men wearing soldier-type clothes, this would appear to be a forced act.

And the people gathered here seemed to be the concubines of the family.

Well, anyway, there you have it.

“I was told that the death toll should be minimal, but I suppose I can kill them?”

Pumpkin subsequently separated the men from the women, cleaned them up, and placed them on their beds before wrapping the males in bamboo mats with soundproofing, followed by waking them up.

“What!? What the hell is this!?”

“Ugh, I can’t move!?”

“You!? Who are you!?”

“Silence, you filthy, repulsive, man-worm.”

[[[Argh!?]]]

He lightly released his magic power to intimidate them because they created a fuss when they were awakened.

“Well… when I came to rescue the concubines, I didn’t expect to find such a bunch of garbage worms… hahaha.”

[[[…!?]]]

With the pressure of the magic power being released, Pumpkin increased it further, being careful not to transmit it to the sleeping concubines or to the other rooms.

“Y-You are with the First Prince and the others… nogya!?”

“Who told you that you could speak?”

He used [Gust Blow] to rip the head off the soldier who was trying to find out who he was.

“Now, I’m here at the request of the First Prince to rescue hostages, not to kill garbage worms like you. As such, I’m going to give you a choice to survive.”

“…”

“The choice is to die or to tell me where the other hostages are. Which do you prefer?”

The moment the words left his lips, all the soldiers began to shout out the whereabouts of the other hostages.

Oh my god, these people are slime. All they worry about is preserving their own life; they are unaware of the gravity of what they have done.

I don’t disagree that your life is important, though. That is essentially how I operate as well.

“Thank you.”

[[[Heh? Gaaaaaah!?]]]

But did they really expect to be saved? Did they reckon garbage worms like themselves were worth living for? To begin with, did they suppose they could save their lives just by divulging the whereabouts of the hostages?

That was why all of them were to be castrated without anesthesia first.

“S-Save…”

“Someone help me.”

“Gugya!?”

“Gah!?”

“Higii!?”

And then he continued to hit them with a barrage of [Gust Blow], snapping the bones in their limbs one by one and striking them in the stomach, accumulating damage to their internal organs.

Now, even if these guys were left to die, they would certainly perish, but since this was happening anyway, Pumpkin decided to recycle them a little bit.

“W-What… gaaaaaah!?”

“It’s just a message.”

Slamming the soldiers against the wall, he wrote a sentence using red liquid with some white mixed in and a skin-colored object mixed in as an accent.

[Are you prepared to descend into hell? You scumbags.]

It was a bit of a declaration of war. It may all be over before the enemy can even have a chance to look at it though.

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A/N:

Pumpkin is mentally male-leaning and physically asexual but has a stronger sense of this kind of ethics.

Perhaps this kind of situation doesn’t make him a good friend of Kurokiri’s.

T/N:

Recycle is probably a figurative expression. At least, I don’t get it. The only thing I can think of is Pumpkin after hitting them, he will use their blood to write message, probably this is what recycle means. 

And also, there is a change of schedule, there won’t be any releases on weekends