The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! โ€“ Chapter 37

๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ 

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•: ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ 

It takes twelve days on foot from the city of Gaillia to the ruins of Piran.

Itโ€™s farther than going to the royal capital.

Well, thatโ€™s just how vast the Gaillia region is. Count Doros, in other words, is a Margrave.

He plays a crucial role in guarding the border with the demon race country, the Masrur Kingdom.

Although heโ€™s a Count, in terms of power, he can compete with Dukes and Marquises.

Thatโ€™s what a Margrave is.

Well, thatโ€™s why the city of Gaillia, under the jurisdiction of Count Doros, is thriving enough to be called a trading city.

โ€œItโ€™ll be a journey along the highway to the Milt inn, and from there, about two days heading west.โ€

I explain while showing the hand-drawn map to the four girls.

Itโ€™s something I made over ten years during the [Gold-lined Butterflies] era. Itโ€™s a bit of a treasure, you know? It not only contains information about highways and inns, but also about the ruins weโ€™ve conquered.

As part of her reading and writing studies, Iโ€™m having Meg copy it now.

Eventually, she, the scout, will be the one to plan [Hope]โ€™s actions.

Iโ€™m looking forward to that day.

โ€œCamping for two days! Thatโ€™s less than I thought! Good!โ€

Asuka is delighted.

I understand how she feels.

Not many adventurers love camping. No matter how shabby, they prefer to sleep indoors.

โ€œI will enjoy the specialties of each inn!โ€

Meisha, the foodie, says something cheerful. Itโ€™s not a sightseeing trip, though.

The ones guarding the clan house while weโ€™re away are the white cat, Lion King, and his wife.

They seem more like the owners than us, who canโ€™t return for a while once we leave.

Lion King, who saw us off from the roof of the house, meowed.

It seemed like he was wishing us good luck, and everyone smiled a little.

And so, we continued our journey for ten days.


ใ€Žโ€๐˜ผ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™—๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™จ.๐™˜๐™ค๐™ขโ€ โ€“ ๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™จ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™– ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š, ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™–๐™™๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™š, ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ช๐™ก๐™œ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฃo๐™ซ๐™š๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ โ€œ๐™™๐™–๐™ž๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™จโ€ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™š๐™ญ๐™˜๐™ก๐™ช๐™จ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™–๐™˜๐™˜๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค โ€œ๐™–๐™™๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š๐™™ ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™จโ€.ใ€


It was the last night we could stay at an inn.

Feeling a faint presence, I picked up the broadsword that was leaning against the bedside.

โ€œWhoโ€™s there.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s me.โ€

The voice in response was Megโ€™s.

She seemed to have sneaked in from the womenโ€™s room.

โ€œIf itโ€™s a night crawl, youโ€™re just in time.โ€

Jokingly, I sit up.

At this point, I was physically fully activated. When youโ€™re an adventurer, you tend to wake up very quickly.

After all, there are too many situations where you have to act the moment you wake up.

Like a night raid.

โ€œI feel a strange presence.โ€

Meg, who doesnโ€™t seem to have the luxury of joking around, immediately starts explaining the situation.

She says she feels a presence, not hostile or malicious, but as if sheโ€™s being watched.

Itโ€™s a bit of an elusive story.

โ€œDid you check outside the window, Meg?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s it, the fog is so thick I canโ€™t see anything.โ€

I see.

Then itโ€™s confirmed.

โ€œWake up Asuka and the others. Get ready for battle and gather in this room. Itโ€™s the enemy.โ€

Meg, standing in the corner of the room, holds her breath.

For that matter, it would be better to talk a little closer.

Wonโ€™t they attack?

โ€œIโ€™m getting impatient here.โ€

โ€œWhat is?โ€

โ€œNothing. More importantly, what do you mean by enemy?โ€

โ€œIn the middle of the night, the presence of someone, a thick fog. With all these, itโ€™s undoubtedly a lich.โ€

โ€œA lich?! The king of the undead?!โ€

Sheโ€™s freaking out.

Well, undead monsters are troublesome. Especially a Lich, itโ€™s a high-ranking undead, on par with vampires.

But if we know itโ€™s approaching, thereโ€™s a way to deal with it.

Isnโ€™t Meg, who sensed the presence, the hero of the day?

I approach the former thief girl and pat her chestnut-colored hair. Just like I do with the three girls.

โ€œUgh! Iโ€™ll go call everyone!โ€

For some reason, she let out a mysterious intimidating sound and dashed out of the door.

Did I treat her too much like a child?

She will turn eighteen (seventeen full years) next year. Sheโ€™s joining the ranks of adults.

Being patted on the head might be humiliating.

I might need to treat her more like a lady.

I go outside with Asuka, Miliaria, Meisha, and Meg, who are ready for battle.

I tell the people at the inn not to go outside under any circumstances.

The zombies led by the lich donโ€™t have the restriction of not being able to enter a house uninvited like vampires.

However, they lack the intelligence to open doors or break windows, so itโ€™s relatively safe inside a building.

As long as weโ€™re outside, theyโ€™ll be targeting us.

โ€œNow, itโ€™s time to show up.โ€

Footsteps are approaching steadily from beyond the fog.

The king of the undead, leading dozens of the dead.

โ€œWhat is this presenceโ€ฆ I would understand if it was hostility or maliceโ€ฆโ€

Meg, holding oil bottles in both hands, mutters.

โ€œItโ€™s just resentment. The dead are envious of the living and canโ€™t help it. Thatโ€™s why they try to pull us in. Into the dark, cold swamp.โ€

The one who answered is Meisha.

She makes a holy sign, as befits a cleric.

Meg, shrugging her shoulders, puts a tinder made of rope in her mouth.

Her red eyes spoke of not wanting to be killed by such incomprehensible resentment.

โ€œBesides, I hate zombies! Theyโ€™re dirty and smelly, and you donโ€™t get a core even if you defeat them!โ€

Asuka says something that doesnโ€™t seem to have a shred of piety, but as an opinion of adventurers as a whole, this is probably closer to the truth.

They are nothing more than corpses controlled by the lich, so they donโ€™t have a core inside them.

Even if they did, it would be hard to muster the will to butcher the corpse and extract it.

โ€œMay I launch a preemptive attack from a distance? Mother Nel.โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€

โ€œThen Iโ€™ll shoot. Spear of Flame!โ€

A spear of flame born from Miliariaโ€™s staff flies.

Like an arrow announcing the start of the battle.

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