Weapons were made to be used.
Yet, upon learning that I was the one who made the weapons, both Balrath-san and Rando-kun insisted that they were going to treat the first ones they received as heirlooms. They seemed so adamant about it that I felt like I couldnt convince them to do otherwise, so I decided just to make new weapons. Making more weapons was always the plan anyways.
Is this a weapon workshop or something?
No, this most definitely is a prison, but
I was making swords and spears one after the other, causing the bandits in the cells to be dumbfounded like before, if not more.
Eheeheehee, I wonder which of you Ill rehabilitate next?
Hii!!!
Will it be you? You? Or perhaps you? Eheeheeehee
Before I realized it, granny picked up one of the spears I made and began assessing the bandits.
More than once, she seemed like she was going to poke them with the spears. Seeing them be frightened by that seemed to delight her though.
Alright, Ive decided. You, you, and you. Also, you and you.
Granny hasnt done anything yet, but the chosen five people became ghastly pale.
And when they were being brought out of the jailhouse, their faces became that of utter despair..
((Hey, hey, young man.))
Hmm? Did I hear a voice just now? Just my imagination?
I looked around, but it didnt seem like anyone was calling out to me.
((Its not your imagination. I am the one who spoke to you. Im the man in the far back.))
I looked at where the voice said and saw a bandit who was leaning against the wall. He was a middle-aged man who looked far too proper to be a bandit.
Now that I think about it, there was someone who had a Gift called [Telepathy] among them, wasnt there?
((Im Satin. I belonged to a noble house before, but after some events, I was cast out of my home. After some more twists and turns, I found myself having to do ill deeds just to survive))
He quickly told me his lifes story.
His story made some sense of things. Specifically, how a group of bandits had someone with a Gift, a thing mostly reserved for nobles and wealthy merchants.
((Ive really reflected on my actions today. Robbing people so that I could live is no way to live at all. I would rather die than to hurt another soul))
(())
((But dyings too easy. Let me devote myself to this village as my way to repent for my crimes.))
((are you really sorry?))
((Yes! Absolutely!))
I decided to use my Villager Appraisal on the bandit who was desperately pleading for his release.
Name: Satin
Age: 34 years old
Village Bond Level: Rebellious
Suitable Occupation: Communications Officer
Gift: Telepathy
His village bond level is rebellious?
<<Like it implies, the person is in the state where they are liable to do something rebellious against the village.>>
Yup, hes not sorry at all.
By the way, those who finished the rehabilitation process had a village bond level of low. While we shouldnt expect much from them, we at least didnt have to worry about them either.
((So, how about it, young man? Release me from this place, please?))
This man was clearly getting on my good side just to get out of his cell.
((You want to get out of being rehabilitated by granny that much?))
((! Well, theres that, but its so much more than that! I just want to be of use to this village as soon as possible!))
The moment I mentioned granny, his face went pale.
He might have thought I would be easy to trick, but he wouldnt get his way this time.
Hey granny.
Hmm, what is it?
That man over there says he wants to go to the rehabilitation facility as soon as possible.
Wha!?
When I said that, the man was shocked.
((Oi, what do you think youre doing!?))
((Oh, so thats how you really talk?))
((You brat!))
Meanwhile, granny was delighted with what I said.
Well, arent you admirable?
She looked at the man, said so, and then gave out her usual eheeheehee laugh.
Alright. You, trade places with that one.
Like that, the bandit named Satin begrudgingly switched with one of the previously chosen bandits.
Dont worry, Ill be sure to reward your admirable character with a stricter rehabilitation. Eheeheehee.
Maybe it was because she was able to perceive what transpired, but either way, granny laughed sadistically.
((I was just kidding earlier! I tell you, kidding! Ive really repented! Please, get me out of this, please!))
With beseeching eyes, he sent me another telepathic message, but I ignored him this time.
Good luck!
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