(EP-22.1) Angmar #2

022 – Peaceful Angmar #2

“The chaos has been cleared up by your Queen, Aira. You can now go back to work with peace of mind.”

Aira announced when the situation was roughly sorted out, leading to people around us blankly looking at each other.

I then raised my hands high and shouted in an exaggerated voice.

“All hail Aira, Angmar’s only Queen…! Long live the Queen…!”

Then, the soldiers also began to raise their hands one by one and shouted loudly.

-Long live the Queen!

-Long live Aira-nim!

As people’s voices spread, I looked at Aira’s complexion.

She seemed quite delighted and satisfied, seeing people praising her like this must have made her feel very happy.

But that was natural.

As far as I knew, Aira liked to be praised by others.

In fact, she’d done something deserving of praise today, so it was reasonable to be proud. Whenever Aira felt bad, I should remind her of this day.

On the other hand, I wondered what would have happened if what I saw was bloodshed…

It was a good choice to follow the advice of turning a crisis into an opportunity, taking advantage of the information and advantages.

Truly, I did a good job!

As I was praising myself, the shackled ogre Gorgor was being dragged away. He looked at me and said.

━Theo Gospel, keep your promise.

“I will. However, your unpaid wages will be deducted as compensation for the damages you caused. From now on, you will be transferred to the jurisdiction of the Monster Labor Ministry.”

━Complex words, can’t understand. However, if you, Gorgor can believe.

I was able to save the ogre’s life.

I’d also built up favorability, so I might be able to count on his help in the future.

All right, things were going well!

Was it because I left the royal capital?

Was Monarch City a place with bad luck in terms of feng shui?

While I was lost in thought, Queen Aira slowly turned around.

“Where are we going next?”

“I heard there is a village nearby. We can have lunch there.”

“Alright!”

It seemed that Aira was in the mood to continue our stroll. She must be full of energy because she’d just been praised.

Aira then said.

“Are there any rampant monsters or slaves in the village? What is the probability of it being occupied by rebels?”

Aira was itching to subdue more threats and receive cheers from the people.

To that, I took a deep breath and gave a serious answer.

“I don’t think a rebellion would happen that easily.”

“What? Why is there no rebellion?”

Why wasn’t there a revolt, you asked?

Wasn’t it because I’d been struggling to stop any sort of problem from arising? However, I couldn’t say that, so I gave the usual reply.

“Isn’t it because Aira-nim is ruling the country wisely that there’s no need for a rebellion?”

“Huuu.”

Aira sighed deeply.

“I suppose so. My political skills are just too good…”

“…….”

* * *

There was a small village near Einrich Castle with a beautiful lake view.

It was a prosperous lake village settled along the lake and the dark forest.

However, the village itself was nothing special.

If I had to pick one thing that impressed me, it would be the village’s size, which had about a hundred households. Plus, the village was surrounded by the lake and the forest, so resources were plentiful.

Tourists who visited Einrich Castle would stay in this village, so it had clean roads and good accessibility.

Aira and I hid our identities and entered the village.

“It’s noisy.”

“Indeed.”

I noticed that there were a bunch of people holding torches in front of the chapel located near the village’s vacant lot.

━Come out, you bitch!

━You fucking nuisance!

Kwangkwang- Kwangkwang-

The chapel was under the jurisdiction of the church.

It looked like a medieval cathedral. As a religious building, it was supposed to be a place respected by everyone.

What made people so angry that they would desecrate such an establishment?

“What’s going on? Who are you guys?”

As I approached them and asked, the man in a broad-brimmed straw hat angrily replied.

“There’s a witch in there. And we are a group that promotes slave rights.”

A group promoting slave rights?

Was this an organization that strived to bring rights to slaves? I think I heard something similar from the ogre Gorgor before.

Aira, who was wearing a hood, asked.

“Then you’re slaves?”

“No, we are slave owners. We are a civic group that wants to guarantee the right to whip slaves.”

“Slaves have the right to be whipped! We also published a book on how to have a proper master-slave relationship. Five silver per book, it’s sold at the kiosk over there.”

What kind of right was that!?

Are you kidding me right now?

However, as the number of these strange groups started increasing, my eyes darkened.

Kwang, kwajijik-

Under the constant knocking and banging, the chapel door finally could not bear the weight. It was pushed open, falling to the ground.

“The door is open! Let’s go!”

At the same time, several people rushed inside and dragged someone by the arms out.

It was a girl in a nun’s uniform.

“Hieek…! Hieek…! Let me go…!”

“Come on, take her away!”

The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen.

Her young look, combined with her pointed ears, meant that she might be a Nymph similar to Bionoi.

This was a world with Nymphs. And Aira loved Nymphs…

Those who had caught the girl shouted in anger.

“Look at this woman! Everyone involved in the talks about the rights and welfare of slaves and workers thought that she was just an ordinary Nymph, but we got a tip!”

He then grabbed the nun’s long skirt that covered past her knees.

“This is sexual harassment…! I’m going to report all of you to the Nymph Relief Foundation…!”

Her resistance was so strong that it felt like things were never going to progress. However, the Nymph eventually failed to fend off the hands of those malevolent men.

“Report what? You’re not even a Nymph! And, Nymphs don’t talk like you! You even have a weird tone!”

Finally, her skirt got ripped.

━Huh?

━What is that?

━It’s hideous!

At that moment, the people gasped and started gossiping.

Aira, who was watching this with interest next to me, also muttered.

“Is that a tail?”

“Indeed. She has a tail…”

Under the woman’s torn skirt was a very thin “thing”, about the thickness of a pinky finger, swaying to and fro.

Salrang, salrang.

It was a tail that was almost as long as an arm, with the tip resembling a diamond.

A black diamond tail.

That could only mean one thing…

“This woman is an Imp, not a Nymph! She is a fake nun!”

“An Imp, there’s an Imp!”

“It’s the devil’s agent! The Demon King’s minions have come all the way here!!”