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Chapter 394 – The Divine Punishment of Part-Time Work
“The first cannon is on the left cannon platform; the second cannon is on the right cannon platform…”
“Wait!”
The one who rushed onto the bridge, out of breath, was the mage girl Lui of Surz. Behind her was Louis, the muscle-brain girl of Battle Cry, who looked nothing like her except for her name. A little behind them, a little late, was Eino-san in her nightclothes, accompanied by Marquis Yerkel, who looked a little sleepy.
“What’s going on, everyone?”
“We’re just stopping by. It looks like Lui was asking how to get to the bridge, so we’re going to show her the way.”
“Mead-sama said no!”
“Eh?”
Rinko reacted immediately to Lui’s desperate plea.
“Caretta-jiichan, stop the bombardment!”
“Understood. Is there a problem?”
“I think so. I don’t know either. Turn right at 2000m, out of range of the enemy batteries, and stop. Heimann-jiichan, keep the engines running.”
“Understood.”
It seems that the reason for this is that Lui ran into the women’s bedroom to ask for help. By the way, it seems that Marquis Yerkel has just been caught up in the situation and doesn’t understand what’s going on yet.
“Mead-sama’s voice was trying to tell us something.”
“What? Mead isn’t here, is he?”
“No, he’s not visible to everyone, but he’s here.”
Because Lui came running with the scroll and the wooden box for visualizing magic, he was shaken violently on the way, and he was lying on the floor with his arms and legs outstretched, though I’m not really sure how that works with a ghost.
When I think of it, the whole thing starts with carrying this balding middle-aged ghost to the village of Surz. On the way, I got distracted by the idea of a frigate and a sea voyage and almost lost sight of our goal.
“Excuse me, but may I borrow this?”
Slightly drowsy, Marquis Yerkel takes the scroll from Lui and unfolds it on the floor. She seems to notice that the wand is not there when she puts down the wooden box, but she touches the magic circle directly with her finger. When she pours her magic power into it, a light flashes and Mead’s figure clearly appears in the wooden box.
It seems that everyone can see him now, but he’s still on all fours and looks exhausted.
“Mead-sama, what’s wrong?!”
“That’s because you all are waving it around so much… No, never mind. Anyway, brother, I need a favor.”
“The bombing has been stopped. If you’re talking about that…”
“Ah, that’s it. Thank you. But I still…”
As I watch Mead stagger to his feet, I secretly wonder at his stupidity. He doesn’t even have a body anymore, so why should he worry about damage to his semicircular canals? He’s a ghost, so he should be able to fly around and appear and disappear as he pleases, but he’s trapped in a very limited way of thinking.
Despite my inner thoughts, Mead desperately pleads with me.
“Ah… damn it, that fort, that thing up there, that’s where Surz is being held.”
“What? How do you know that?”
I look at Myrril, but she shakes her head. It seemed she couldn’t see the situation at the fort. Then how did Mead know?
The ghost in question looked at me with a pained expression, then at Lui, then back at me. No, what is it?
“They want help. Many of them, from me… all the time.”
“So you’re saying they’re asking for help because they’re being held captive now?”
“No, that’s not it. It’s… their…”
“Prayers.”
Lui continued to speak for Mead, who was clearly distraught as if he could still hear the voices. Mead stiffened at her words.
“W… why me?”
“When we are happy or have received a good gift, we thank Mead-sama at the altar and pray for a long life of happiness. When we are troubled or in pain, we ask for help and beg forgiveness for not being good servants.
“…Stop it. I’m not a god.”
“We can talk about this later. First, we need to find out why they are asking for help now.”
“Right. Rinko, what exactly is the Imperial Army’s weapon?”
“A ‘Magic Compression Gun’―I only know the name and a rough outline, and even that’s only what I’ve heard. I think it’s something like a cannon that charges with magic power.”
Lui bites her lip.
Mead shakes his head in pain, having sensed something―or maybe he was the only one who could hear something.
“…Surz, magic power, high.”
“That’s enough. Rinko, wait a while before you attack the fort. Yoshua.”
“Yes.”
I opened my arms, and Myrril slipped inside. As always, I carried her in my arms, and we left the bridge. I think I heard that it was about two kilometers to the top of the fort. At that distance, I couldn’t see the landing site with my eyes. Oh well.
“You can wait a little. We’ll go and punish those Imperial Army scum.”
The Demon King will take a short rest. We’ll have to wrestle in someone else’s loincloth. In any case, the Casemaians will take this port city.
“Yes, they will soon learn the gravity of their crimes through Mead-sama’s merciless hammer.”
I waved at Mead, who looked at us with an indescribable expression on his face, and we teleported over the harbor fortress.
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