The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 118

𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟖: 𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

I hasten my pace along the highway.

I’m not running at full speed. If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to move once I arrived.

I always need to keep enough strength to respond to anything that might happen.

What came into view was a post-town, smoke billowing from several spots.

It looked like it was under attack.


“I’ll go scout ahead.”

Without waiting for everyone’s consent, the scout of Great Runner sprints ahead, tossing her belongings to me.

The other members quickened their pace even more.

At this moment, we have no idea what’s happening, but if all the inns are burnt down, it’ll be a problem for us.

We’d prefer to avoid sleeping outdoors if possible.

And so, after about fifteen minutes, we arrived at the scene of the incident, the post-town of Akashil.

“The attackers are beastkin. I confirmed fifteen tiger-headed ones.”

Meg, who had disappeared by my side, reports back after unveiling herself.

In the short time she had been ahead, she had gathered as much information as possible.

“Do you know why they’re attacking?”

“No idea. All the humans are just screaming for their lives.”

Nodding, I construct a short-term strategy.

Currently, we can’t judge who is right. If we choose sides carelessly, it will be difficult to correct our course later.

“Asuka. Salieri. Go ahead and scatter the tiger-headed ones. Try not to kill if possible.”

“Got it!”


The two of them run off.

They’re up against fifteen beastkin, but Asuka and Salieri should be able to handle it without difficulty.

Meg and I will protect Miliaria and Meisha as we move into the post-town.

The town is of average size.

Not too big, not too small, with a few inns and several taverns, a typical post-town.

Presumably, the inhabitants have fled into the buildings. The only ones running wild are the beastkin, and they seem to have set fire to several buildings.

Only at those places are the inhabitants desperately trying to extinguish the flames.

The energetic noises we hear here and there are because Asuka and Salieri are causing a commotion.

They’re simply overpowering, beating them with their sheathed swords.

Both of them have grown stronger, huh?

Salieri was impressive from the time we met, but Asuka had a hard time fighting a goblin at first.

Now she’s defeating beastkin without even drawing her sword.

Casually, we advance toward the middle of the main street, as I clear my throat.

“Step back, tiger-headed ones! If you commit any more outrages, Clan [Hope] will be your opponent!!”

I proclaim loudly.

The military fame of [Hope] is rather well known, after all.

Asuka the Battle God, Miliaria the Great Sage, Meisha the Saint.

It’s at times like these that we make use of such titles.

The beastkin glared at us as if they were seeing something unbelievable, but eventually they retreated, carrying their wounded.

By the way, Asuka and Salieri had already taken down six of them.

We could have wiped them all out if we wanted to, but if the beastkin were in the right, that would have been overdoing it.

We must leave room for negotiations.

“Mom, I’m going to help put out the fire.”


Holding her Fenrir staff, Miliaria approaches the fire and hurls Create Water magic at the building.

It’s originally a spell to create a delicious glass of water, but if you use it continuously, it becomes a decent firefighting spell.

It’s much faster than a bucket relay.

“This is troublesome. Miliaria, leave it to me. Oh, God, please send us a gentle rain.”

When Meisha raises her tin staff, clouds gather in the sky and heavy rain begins to fall.

What a surprise.

Our priest seems capable of causing rain.

“You magic users sure are flashy!”

“I could produce water with my spirit magic too~”

Asuka and Salieri join us, laughing casually.

Salieri also seems eager to do something, but Miliaria and Meisha are enough help.

Rather, the real hassle starts from here.

Meg’s knack for identifying people, cultivated in the back streets, and Salieri’s negotiation skills to see through lies should prove useful.

Watching a man who appears to be a representative of the post-town stumble towards us, I ponder over these thoughts.

An inn town, as they call it, differs from an ordinary town or village in that it’s not subject to the directives of local magistrates. This is mainly because the taxes collected are exclusively in cash.

After all, the main sources of income come from the lodging and dining expenses paid by travelers.

Therefore, taxes are fixed amounts predetermined for inns and taverns. Since they don’t include agricultural products or fishery catches, the collection can be entrusted entirely to the town’s representative without any issues.

Speaking of the representative, it’s someone within the inn town who acts as a caretaker or consultant.

“I’m Dortl. Thank you for rescuing us from a dangerous situation.”

He’s a middle-aged man who bows his head in gratitude.

He apparently runs the most prominent inn in the Akashil inn town.

Of course, he hires guards as a matter of course, but it seems they scattered like spiderlings and ran when the beastkin stormed in.

He explains with elaborate gestures.

Then he invites us to his inn.

It appears we’ve been inadvertently caught up in some trouble.

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