Second Death Row Series: A Death Row Convict Teaches at a School of Magic - Cel b21
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
“You’ve started to take on some rather grandiose titles again, haven’t you?”
After leaving the church, I went straight to a bar called “Camime” to meet up with Michel.
Having already been to this bar several times, I ordered my usual meal right away and had a drink with Michel. We knew that neither of us had achieved much in the way of results from our information exchange meeting, so we agreed to go out for a drink once in a while.
“Whenever I meet you, it almost always seems like it’s time for a drink.”
Michel remarked after taking the first sip of his drink, and I was struck by the truth of the statement. Both of us were performing our jobs well, I supposed.
After about half an hour, Michel, with a slightly reddish nose, uttered the first words. For a moment, I didn’t really know what he was talking about, so I asked him back.
“A title? What are you talking about?”
“It’s about your church. You were empowered by God to save people, weren’t you?”
“Oh, you mean that.”
With my bare hands, I picked up the dish in the center, which smelled like hot french fries with melted butter and threw it into my mouth. “It’s delicious,” I told Michel, but he declined with a smile.
“Please don’t worry; I’m not trying to lecture you. While I follow the religion of the Aether, I do have some understanding of your present position because I am a fellow soldier. And it is not unreasonable to suppose that your power is also a blessing, depending on how one perceives it.”
My mouth twitched when Michel implied that my statement was “an order from the higher-ups to raise the number of believers.”
“Haha, even I know a little about the other world, you know? Yours is… no, it’s nothing.”
Michel shut his mouth, remembering that he was now in a bar, not in his room. Yeah, I was glad to hear your feelings, but you were halfway through telling me that.
“Indeed, you’re right, I can also use my powers of another world. But apart from that, I really do have power from God.”
“That is surprising. It is astonishing that you emphasize God’s power to that extent.”
“I have a firm sense of mission to use this power given to me by God to save people. I can’t stand it when you call it a lie.”
I couldn’t help but slap the middle-aged man’s filthy ass.
“Phew, that was rude of me. I am sorry I doubted you.”
Michel showed off his dazzling teeth while brushing his hair back. He was indeed a wasted picture, wasn’t he?
“As long as you understand―mu.”
There, I felt a strong gaze on me and turned around. My eyes intersected with a woman’s.
That was a face I recognized.
“I am sorry, you were talking about something fascinating, and I couldn’t help overhearing.”
“…So it’s you.”
Sharon, the woman I met in the bar not long after arriving in Ciscima, was the one who came up to me with a look of displeasure on her face.
Having said that, I didn’t feel as though it had been a very long time since we last met at church today.
“Can I sit next to you? Let me hear your story.”
“If your husband finds out, he’ll scold you.”
“Husband? If I were married, I wouldn’t be drinking alone at this hour.”
Sharon’s calm atmosphere at the church was gone, and she still seemed to be trying to feign ignorance.
“Kanaki, who is this?” Michel asked.
“She is a sister of the church in this town. Her name is―”
“Aha! I see, you’re confusing me with that Sister over there!”
I inadvertently turned to face the woman who was in front of me again.
Her hair mirrored amethyst, her complexion was white with a tinge of vermilion, and she carried a blue blaze behind her double eyelids in addition to a slightly upward-pointing nose. No matter how I looked at her, she was undoubtedly Sharon… but mysteriously, the closer I strained my eyes, the less convincing I felt that she was Sharon. Was it brought on by the glaring contrast between the two people’s atmospheres?
“Let’s see, who are you then?” Michel questioned Sharon as I was preoccupied with thoughts.
“I am simply a beauty passing by. But… well, let me at least tell you my name. My name is Monet. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Michel now pretended to be absorbed in thought at the woman who introduced herself as Monet. Did he have any insight into what was going on?
“The two of you stop thinking about it already. In the end, am I welcome to sit here with you?”
Sharon, or Monet, put her hands on her hips.
I glanced at Michel, who nodded disapprovingly. There was nothing important to discuss today, so I figured it was fine.
“Oh, sorry. Of course, you are welcome.”
“That’s the way it should be.”
With a grin, Monet forcefully borrowed a chair from a couple of men sitting at the next table and dragged it over to our table. Hmm, indeed, Sharon from the church wouldn’t be as forceful, I supposed… No, was this simply another deception to induce me to believe that?
After pulling up a chair to our table, Monet lowered her bottom with a thump. Perhaps she had already ordered, but at exactly the right moment, the staff handed Monet a glass of sparkling wine, which she gulped down with gusto, before setting it down vigorously on the table. The other customers would have been disturbed.
“So, did you really receive your power from God!?”
“…You really have been listening all this time, haven’t you?”
“I have good hearing, you know.”
For some reason, Monet was puffing with pride, despite it not being a compliment. From under her knit fabric clothes, her exceptionally ample chest was accentuated, and I thought reflectively that this was a charm of a woman that the females in our troop did not have.
“I mean, I bet everyone who lives in this town has heard rumors about you at least once. Particularly among the original inhabitants of this town, you are quite the topic of conversation, you know.”
“Is that so? I didn’t mean to do anything so broad,” I said something insincere.
“You don’t really think that, I guess.”
Michel, you were an esper, weren’t you?
“Hahaha. So, how are things really going? Most people say they leave things to you for now.”
Without looking at Monet, who narrowed her eyes at me, I answered with a sip of my whiskey.
“It’s true. The bishops have approved of it, and that’s why I work here in the church.”
Well, in fact, I received a direct order from Archbishop St. Ilias, but since it would get complicated if I told you that, I kept my mouth shut.
And much to my astonishment, Monet honestly believed these words.
“So it’s true! It’s wondrous that even the bishops approved of it!”
“W-Wait a minute, Monet!”
When Monet was so eager to stand up, Michel and I were at a loss. It was unnatural for her to get so hyped up about something she hadn’t actually seen, but considering the depth of her faith, it seemed only natural.
“What did God say to you then!?”
From that point on, it was Monet’s solo show.
What specifically did God say to me when I met them? What did the Aether God look like? How did the bishops react at first? The questions flew from one to another like a machine gun, and she showed no sign of running out of ammunition.
Understandably, I didn’t disclose what type of power I had at my disposal, but I did respond to all the other questions. The only time I occasionally stammered was when Monet asked me to tell her word for word. At this point, Michel, who had initially seemed incredulous, became slightly skeptical. Even he asked questions in between Monet’s ones.
The typical religious discussion followed as the session’s concluding segment. After all, Monet did not hold an irrational belief in Aetherism; rather, it appeared that she was seeking a unique way to hold that belief and interpret it. Even though Michel’s point of view wasn’t quite as brilliant as Monet’s, it wasn’t horrible either, and considering what I had planned for the future, I might argue that the drinking session turned out to be a very meaningful one.
Therefore, all of my pleasant intoxication dissipated as I felt the numerous bloodlust directed at me shortly after leaving the bar, leading me to involuntarily click my tongue.
“Looks like someone’s after you,” Michel, who had left the restaurant with me, whispered. Apparently, he likewise had noticed the bloodlust. Furthermore, given that he was able to recognize that I was the target suggested that he must be an exceptionally skilled man.
“There are a lot of people around here. I’ll escort you to a place where it’s not so crowded.”
“That’s very gentlemanly of you.”
Michel was a good-looking man who accompanied me as a matter of course, and even took into consideration the harm that could be done to the general public. If it were me, I would have kidnapped a guy or two in the middle of the night.
“What are you two doing～? Let’s go to the next bar～!”
Right, she was there, too.
Having already finished her drink, she walked out of the bar with unsteady steps. It would be simple to claim that I had an urgent matter to attend to, but it was unclear whether this inebriated individual would abide by my words. As I contemplated what to do, Michel, who was quick-witted, flashed his white teeth.
“I am sorry, I am going to the restroom for a bit and then continue on our way, so Monet, could you go ahead and save us a seat at the bar we were just talking about? In return, we’ll buy you a drink at the next place we go.”
“Eh～That can’t be helped. You’d better come back soon!”
Monet’s lips twitched, but she seemed to agree nonetheless.
After confirming Monet’s disappearance into the crowd, we began to move along with the bloodlust behind our backs. The less crowded street was only two streets away from here. We will get this over with and get drunk again―
Once off the road and into a deserted alley, they soon came to us.
“Stop right there, you two!”
Turning around, I noticed five men standing there, all of them in dirty clothes, each of them well-built as if they specialized in rough-and-tumble business.
They didn’t conceal their faces, so I wondered if they were trying to finish us off here, or if they were just plain stupid. For the time being, I decided to play the role of a fool.
“What is it?”
“You’re Kanaki Taiga, aren’t you? I’m here today to warn you.”
Apparently, they had no intention of killing us here. How kind of them to warn me. They seemed to be tender morons.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know what kind of theory you’re using to heal the wounded with your inexplicable power. Stop that right now.”
“? People would be thrilled if I healed their wounds though.”
“Even if you think you’re doing a good deed, it means there are people who will be troubled by it.”
“You mean, for example, the people at the hospital in this town?”
The man narrowed his eyes. No, you were too kind to tell me.
“…I was hoping to leave you with a warning but…”
“You’re not very persuasive with that kind of stuff, huh?”
The men turned their hostility into definite bloodlust as they crept closer and closer.
When I looked next to him, I saw Michel with his arms folded, just staring at the men, occasionally glancing around. There was no sense of fear or trepidation; he was simply trying to figure out who they were. Indeed, I felt no threat from the man in front of me, and he was probably just a hired thug, as he appeared to be.
I could likely defeat an opponent of this caliber on my own, but it was a good opportunity for me to gauge my colleague and drinking buddy Michel’s abilities. I casually asked him.
“By the way, Michel. I’ve never asked you this before, but how confident are you in your skills?”
“Ngh, ah, well, I’m not so bad. At the very least, I’m a spirit knight, and I’m sure I can handle the guys in front of me without any problems.”
Apparently, my drinking buddy was a spirit knight. If so, the opponent in front of me must really be a piece of wood.
“Then I’ll leave it to you, Michel.”
“But can I ask you, Kanaki, to take care of this? I’ll help you as soon as you’re in danger.”
With a snap, my request was denied, and I was about to voice my dissatisfaction, but the look on Michel’s face made me suppress it.
From him, I could sense a presence that suggested that we were not dealing with a mere rogue. Taking into account the fact that he has been wary of his surroundings since a while ago, I wondered if he was on the lookout for reinforcements.
While I was dwelling on such thoughts, the distance between me and the men was already less than five meters. Since there was no choice, it was up to me to deal with them here.
Stomping the ground, I instantly closed the gap between the men and slammed my fist into the nose of the leader of the group, who had been chattering until a few minutes ago. It would have been a nuisance if I had caused a commotion, so I jammed my fist into his throat to silence him from even letting out a scream.
Although the men were supposed to be stunned to see this, their reaction was unexpectedly swift.
Without anyone giving them a signal, they instantly surrounded me and pointed their weapons (knives, iron pipes, etc.) at me to keep things under control.
Perhaps they didn’t attack me all at once because they were afraid that I might strike at them, or perhaps they were intimidated by the scene they had just witnessed. Either way, their threatening actions didn’t work on me.
I did not even remember how I defeated them. It was that simple, that quick, that I succeeded in neutralizing them. Even a small fry character in a manga would have been defeated in a more presentable manner.
I then turned to Michel, but he wasn’t looking at me.
“―So it’s that place.”
Michel promptly pulled a pistol from the holder on his hip and fired without hesitation at the rooftop of a building adjacent to the alley, right where people can look down on us.
However, the propelled bullet was suddenly bounced out of the air and landed on the ground. Someone ricocheted the bullet―right after realizing this fact, I sensed the presence of someone leaping away from the rooftop.
“I’m going after that guy! Kanaki, you go turn those guys lying there over to the military police!”
Michel was quick to say so, but then he mustered up his sacred strength and ran vertically up the wall to the rooftop. An acrobat, huh?
With that, Michel pursued his escaping opponent and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Given the way he was moving, he could probably catch up with most of his opponents, but what would happen now?
I was also concerned about the man who was spying on us, and I thought about following Michel, but decided to do as he said and deal with the men in front of me. It was unlikely that these men stretched out on the ground would have much information, but there were many other uses for them.
“I should just carry them anyway…”
Of course, I had no intention of leaving them in the hands of the military police, just as Michel had said. Perhaps I should use invisibility magic to carry them to the copse of trees behind the church, confine them in a barrier, and then test out a few things with them. At any rate, for the first time in half a year since I came to this world, I had access to toys that I could “do whatever I wanted” with. Had it been a woman, I would have had no complaints, but unfortunately, I cannot expect to relieve my desires in that aspect. After all, it might be wise to consider eliminating Eira, seeking for an opportunity to settle the troublesome matters as well.
Well, for now, I need to get rid of the men in front of me first.
Since I was in a rather good mood due to the fact that I was tipsy, I cast a spell on the men and began the operation of carrying them out. Halfway through the process, I remembered that I had made Monet wait for me at the next store, but I reconsidered, thinking that I would apologize to her next time, and left the town at night.
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