Well, that being said.
We, the secret society Auroral Group, have been tasked with going to the Proxia Republic to conduct a ‘clarification.’
Actually, it seems more like ‘negotiation,’ but the Proxia Republic doesn’t see it that way. They’re that dismissive of us.
So, we’re going to kill them.
‘In reality, I don’t get angry if I’m looked down on a bit. If I were irritated by such minor things, Fran-chan would have died a hundred times already, right?’
As I said this while gripping the steering wheel in our makeshift camper van,
‘W-well, that’s true. I’ve said quite a few rude things to you, after all.’
Fran, sitting in the passenger seat, nodded in agreement.
‘…Aaaah!!! Help meeee!!!’
‘I’m not angry. I’m not angry, but if you act all cocky in front of me, I want to kill you.’
‘I don’t understand that…?!’
‘If a clown in a bizarre outfit was shaking its butt in front of you, wouldn’t you want to kick it? It’s the same feeling.’
‘I understand the metaphor, but isn’t it strange to interpret foreign provocation that way?’
Is it?
‘To me, it just looks like they’re waiting to get punched. So, I’ll punch them. Until they die.’
‘Ugh… You really won’t let a massive influx of refugees happen, will you?! Are you okay? Can you promise?!’
‘Oh, a promise with Fran-chan.’
‘Yes! That’s right! A promise with Fran-chan!’
… ‘I’m gonna die!!! It’s shaking!!!’
They’re really desperate.
Well, I suppose I would be somewhat troubled if a large number of refugees started appearing, to the point where selling things would be impossible.
I want to show these medieval savages the high-class modern life and provoke them, but if they start living worse than savages, that would be a bit disappointing.
Moreover, there are knowledgeable and highly skilled individuals in this world, so I have some desire to support them as well.
If they’re too much of a savage, that’s a turn-off too.
I just want to look down on others moderately and watch them fall into ruin; I don’t really want to see a genuine fight to the death among starving beasts. I have my own issues…
… ‘Hiiiii!!! Aaaahhhh!!!’
‘… By the way, it’s really noisy outside. What’s going on?’
‘Hm? Ah… It’s the envoy from the Kingdom of Viltoria, complaining that “we can’t catch up to the camper” and “arriving too early would be rude to the other party.” They’re making a fuss about it. But as for my girls…’
I glanced at Alan.
He had a great smile…
He seems to be happy being treated as one of my girls. Well, since he’s a pretty boy, I guess it’s fine.
‘Ahem, I didn’t want those filthy old men in this vehicle with my girls. So, I’ve hitched their carriage to the back of the camper and am towing it.’
‘…You idiot!!!’
What the heck are you doing?! Fran shouted angrily, trying to stop the camper.
It’s futile; this vehicle only responds to my command to stop.
And so, we shortened our travel time to one-tenth and arrived at the Proxia Republic.
The Proxia Republic is governed by a council of merchants, and its capital, the city of Proxia, was a port town.
Unlike the relatively cold Viltoria, this place was filled with the sounds of seagulls and the warm sea breeze brushing against my cheeks.
The scent of the sea and the glaring sun.
But it wasn’t quite tropical.
If I had to compare it to Earth… maybe Naples?
It seemed like a land where bouillabaisse would be delicious.
‘Bouillabaisse is from Marseille, not Naples, right?’
‘Huh? What are you talking about?!’
Ignoring Fran, I retrieved the envoy from the carriage tied to the back of the camper.
I used magic to generate water and drenched the exhausted fools.
‘Hii, hii?! Stop, stop! Ugh?!’
There are… twelve envoys.
Two nobles and their guards and attendants.
Originally, there should have been about a hundred guards and attendants, but it was too troublesome, so I packed as many as I could into the carriage and then sped off.
‘Y-you! You!!!’
The representative of the envoys, claiming to be some count, was throwing a fit.
‘Silence.’
‘Wha?!’
I struck him with a magical shockwave and seized the Viltoria Kingdom’s documentation.
Then, I submitted it to the gatekeeper.
‘W-what’s going on?!’
‘This is an envoy from Viltoria. Here are the documents.’
‘W-wait, why is this man… this noble being hit…?’
‘Oh, because he annoyed me.’
‘Huh?’
‘Huh?’
‘Oh, um, who are you?! Even if you are a noble from another country, causing a violent incident in front of our gate…!’
‘I am Exus, the “Guide” of the secret society Auroral Group.’
‘Wha…?! The Auroral Group?! You mean… that Auroral Group?!’
‘Whatever the case, I was called. So I came. If you tell me to go home, I will, but in that case, the responsibility falls on you…’
‘W-wait! Please wait! I will confirm this!’
Well, I was told various things, but for now, the procedures were complete, and we were able to enter the city of Proxia safely…
