Его не звали, но он приперся / They never called, yet he is here: Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Camrad_RIP 13.03.22 в 19:14

To say that the representatives of the glorious House Asterium had no questions for me was an understatement of criminal proportions. These questions were already threatening to outweigh their politeness and trust in Locius's opinion when they were counting the number of freaks I had killed. Only sincere gratitude, the aforementioned trust in Locius, and a trivial fear of my mysterious personhood saved me from detailed questioning. It is difficult to demand anything from a man who has just replaced a small army. Especially if you have nothing to back up your claims. That's why the baron accepted my humorous monologue on the subject of dangerous vegetable gardens instead of an answer.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:11

But then, the next day, when every single inhabitant of the valley in which the Asteriums lived began to regard the massacre as unimportant and unimportant, the patience snapped. At the very least, mind-affecting classes are rightly considered among the most disliked among the common folk. And if that class can fix the memory of so many locals at once, then it's time to sound the alarm.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:12

"What's the big deal, Your Worshipfulness, a couple of dozen freaks came running, and we buried them there. It's no big deal!" Said waving off the strange look of the astonished knight, the same vigilante who yesterday piled seemingly incalculable bodies of huge and powerful mutants swearing and amazed at their number.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:13

"Yes, it's a pity about the men, but it happens, especially since they were caught while they were outside the walls. Bad luck." Yesterday's widow, for whom the villagers seriously feared that she would decide to commit suicide, sighed.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:14

"Oh, there's only a little bit of damage! They broke it more when they were celebrating, fools. We'll have it repaired by the end of the week, Your Majesty!" Commented the pleased mayor, who had argued yesterday that it would take too long to repair the wall and that the settlement needed guards.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:14

In general, the Asteriems, as the only people who had not lost their memories of the present course of events. They remembered how it really was, and they doubted the sanity of their own minds. But after talking to each other, very carefully so as not to be called crazy, and realizing that their memories were identical, they all went together to the dining room, where one modest and very tired Isekai was now hanging out. He even had to resort to his newfound second-breath skill, which was Breath of Magic, because without it my previously spent reserve might not be enough.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:31

I was sitting in the circle of my companions, looking most unhappy, holding to the forehead a bottle of wine purposely swiped from the glacier, glassy and, more importantly, cold. Under my eyes were bags so gorgeous they could carry stolen potatoes, and the overall appearance resembled that of an extremely battered and chronically hungover panda. The migraine was not particularly severe, but quite palpable, preventing me from making sudden movements and giving me a delightful vulnerability to loud noises.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:33

It seemed to me that the Asteriums who had dropped in, unobtrusively adopting a battle formation, though without taking their weapons out of their sheaths, were even somewhat sympathetic, until they remembered the reason for their visit.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:33

"Yes," I grumbled before Holan could make a thunderous accusation that knocked the baron out of his mind a little.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:34

"Yes, what?" He was cautious and a little more cautious when he glanced at Lossius, who was shaking his head judiciously in response to my remarks.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:35

"All yes." I keep trolling involuntarily, but all the fun is ruined by the same dude who won't let me make fun of his family.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:36

"Tin, for Sky's sake, don't start your jokes, especially since you don't have the health for them, and my family doesn't have the patience." He began to convince me, subtly, but not too loudly. "Let's have you explain the situation properly before you start getting beaten up. And rest assured, if a fight breaks out because of your way of pissing people off, I won't help you. Rather, I'll even hold you down."

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:37

Such words from the youngest, who does not seem to be a subservient slave of the insidious mentalist, reduced the heat and calmed the aristocrats, who were ready to fight to the death.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:38

"Please explain you and only in a whisper." I sincerely beg indulgence. "My head is about to explode, and anyway, if I explain, I will do it, as you say, in my own way."

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:39

Losius imagined the reaction to my explanation, and then decided not to traumatize his family any further and followed my request. Oh, such a noble act, though! A true blue blood!

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:40

"So you used a spell of oblivion on my people out of fear for your incognito? What else have you not informed me of? Maybe you have the whole Guardsmen after you now!" In the end, Holan could no longer hold back and began to shout, apparently as an army reflex, translating his confusion and misunderstanding into a battle cry. "I'm anxious to hear your answer..."

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:41

He had no time to finish when my seemingly completely exhausted figure rose sharply and jammed two silver table forks to either side of his head, placing a table knife just above the top of his head. A very, you know, motivating request to be quiet. Too bad I didn't have that kind of rhetoric on Earth, or it would have been a lot easier in many cases.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:52

After another heartbeat, I was standing in front of the furious knight, looking him straight in the eye with a calm but very attentive gaze. Just because I understood the reason for his anger and concern didn't make me any less of a jerk who couldn't bear to be rude to him.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:53

"I asked you to be quiet, to begin with, Ser Holan." I speak calmly into his face. "Yes, I did indeed wipe and tweak the memories of the inhabitants of your domain, thus saving myself a great deal of trouble. Before that, it was I, in case you have not forgotten, who saved this very possession from the invasion of the scum while you were rushing into a hopeless battle for your too few troops. And yes, I do fear for my incognito, as does any man forced to flee from past employers into the wilderness, crossing a huge chunk of unexplored land to resurface in a new place and start a new life. I think that after what I have already done for your people, for their lives, I am entitled to such a claim."

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 07:02

Instead of an answer, silence, and with it a frowning, angry look - he was not used to being lectured on. But at the same time, somewhere in the depths of his soul already crept doubt in his rightness, which previously seemed absolute.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 07:03

I accepted this fight, which was not as easy as it might have seemed, solely for the sake of my friendship with your son. Because of that friendship, among other things, I did not touch your memory, nor did I clean up my actions by more radical methods. Or do you think my judgment is faulty?

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:06

This time he is silent in a much more thoughtful way, while simultaneously doing quick, quick breathing exercises so that he doesn't get into a rage again and jump to stupid conclusions.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:12

"They forgot even their own fallen." He almost spat it out, despite his best efforts to be polite.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:46

"They haven't forgotten them, it's just that the pain of their loss seems much longer and more distant." I parry the accusation with my argument. "What joy is there in weeping and grieving for those who died protecting their lives. Instead, I have taken and dulled their pain and suffering, letting them continue their journey in peace. It seems to me that the souls of the fallen will only feel better about this. Their loved ones, whom they were able to protect after all do not grieve but live. That's what they were saved for.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:15

This time he was silent for almost three minutes (I was timing it), not letting go of the hilt of his blade. He was more quiet this time, and even seemed to agree with me, but he didn't lower his blade and was still ready to fight. But Cassia looked away, obviously agreeing with me, and not with her authoritarian father.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:17

"Are you from Sorz?" Holan asked a different question than I was expecting to hear.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:18

"Uh... No." I answered surprised, but sincerely.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:18

"Then I apologize. I was angry, and I said too much. But you, too, Tin, must understand me and my decisions - such discoveries do not add to the peacefulness of anyone. No one likes a braiwashers, if you'll pardon my bluntness."

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:19

He was a man, though. He realized that he had made a mistake, accepted my arguments, apologized, but at the same time pointed out to me my own mistakes, which had caused this whole situation. I also liked the local, Alurean word for "brainwasher," which turned out to be surprisingly pithy.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:43

"Nevermind."

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:43

"Thanks to Sky!" The voice of Losius, who we all forgot, came from behind us. "I was getting ready to enjoy the spectacle of the fight, but it wasn't so bad, either."

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:48

The outraged stares of the four of us toward the insolently grinning aristocrat were surprisingly synchronized. I feel like Tarya and I are a bad influence on him. Somehow I have this feeling, I don't know why.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 08:57

Explanations and mutual accusations of innuendo between members of the same family lasted into the evening. But Holan, who had calmed down, recognized the younger boy's "grown-up" right to choose the grave in which he would lie. He muttered something resembling "just like his grandfather," which made Losius bloom with happiness. He, on the contrary, looked up to his grandfather, trying to be like him in everything.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 09:02

This, by the way, is a funny situation. Holan is the son of the diary's author, from whose notes I was able to learn a little more about the main quest. But the previous head of House Asterium was the brother of this brether, who died during the last war with Sorz. The war thinned out the family too much, which is why Sorz is not liked and frankly even hated under this roof. He was raised by his uncle, who was a knight-errant, not a dainty dandy, and who, at least now, understands why Holan is so unlike his father.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 09:04

I understand the question, too, about my belonging to the Sorz. I don't even know what would have happened if I had followed Soul Mockingbird's wishes and affirmed my affiliation with Melaret's southern neighbors. As if not for the scene from Taras Bulba about "I spawned you, I'll kill you" to Losius. Holan really reeked of a lingering hatred.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 11:13

Every family has skeletons in their closets that are not pleasant to find. Not because of any immorality, but simply because they are very personal and not for others' eyes. I even almost felt ashamed of my sudden desire to play on the nerves of a veteran of a couple of very significant conflicts, as if I had deliberately kicked a lame man in the sore leg. Yes, he felt very funny, but somehow blackly.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 11:14

We left the hospitable house after two weeks, during which time I was ready to climb the walls and hide from every dog. First of all, Holan and Nathan wanted to spar with me and were tormenting me about my previous career. They were unobtrusive but constantly, not demanding anything secret, just trivial things.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 11:15

How am I supposed to tell them that I've been bullshitting them without telling them a word of a lie? Yes, if a person decides to run away from his homeland, straight through the wilderness, he will indeed do everything to keep his past identity a secret once he is in the inhabited territories. That' absolutely right, forgetting to mention that I have nothing to do with such "fugitive high-class professionals" at all.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 11:18

In general, I had to hide in order not to get caught up in some little thing, or else it would come out stupid. Instead of having fun, I did all sorts of nonsense. Hans, for example, was fully trained in his wisdom hunters and jaegers (kind of troops, not classes) of the vigilantes, at the same time telling stories, in which there was more fiction than the truth. The funny thing was that most of the fiction was aimed at downplaying the awesomeness of our team.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 11:20

Ygra was quietly eating the forest creatures and infrequent monsters that came out to the valley. When her tracks (more indirect, like missing animals) were noticed by the locals, she had to go into the hills, where she merrily and cheerfully reduced the population of anything and everything. Even met two of her distant relatives, who are hill ogres. Two solitary monsters of rare rank posed no danger to the epic Ygra - level thirty-nine and obscenely high monster characteristics put her far above more primitive congeners.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 13:38

The first, a rather old and experienced thirtieth level bogeyman, was a real veteran among his own kind. The clairvoyance clearly indicated that this creep had been terrorizing all the nearby settlements overlooking the hills for decades, stealing livestock, individual travelers, and even not-so-well-equipped hunting parties. Not a bad brain, for a member of his species, he easily exploited all his advantages, not staying in one place too long or waiting until they had time to send a full-fledged punitive expedition after him. And no one would dare chase him deep into the hills for long.

Camrad_RIP 07.07.22 в 13:39

Ygra ended his life quickly and ignominiously, simply by snapping his neck while he was sitting in an ambush near some road, waiting for the trio of villagers, a family on a cart, who had almost walked into a trap. They found him, with his head curled up and turned twice around its axis, and his heart and liver torn out. They identified the creature by its recognizable grid of scars. One of the barons with the magic class had once successfully shot a young ogre with a lightning bolt, branding it with a peculiar brand. They didn't have the nerve to attribute the victory to themselves, so several of the Asterium's neighboring possessions were celebrating the death of Jackass (the individual's official nickname) while the more experienced vigilantes and barons scratched their heads and wondered if the creature that killed the bastard could be more dangerous than Jackass himself.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:03

They were right, for that matter.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:03

The second, still very young, died much more fun and (un)pleasant. Only level fifteen, he was barely even three meters tall: just a teenager, too stupid and inexperienced. His fate was to die on the spears of someone else's retinue, but instead, he was caught by Ygra, who approached his murder with much more ingenuity.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:04

Actually, I knew before that Ygra was using her gifted abilities to hunt - no vulgarity, nothing like that had ever occurred to her. She wanted only me, so she regularly increased her own addiction to masturbation, interspersing her hunting with constant caresses of her ring-modified body. But this time, for the first time, she was using his gifted abilities to hunt. That is, not a distraction in the attack, but from beginning to end she used nothing but them.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:05

Showed herself to the "sort of sneaking" hill ogre's eyes as she petted beside the creek and sprinted away. She just kept changing her position so as to make the sneaking ogre freeze and wait. First, he waited for the moment to attack, then the moment to twist her and fuck her (some ogres do this even with human captives, with understandable injuries due to the mismatch in scale), then he just waited, forgetting why he was sneaking. By the time Ygra had finished another session of self-satisfaction, the monster was already sitting in a puddle of its own saliva and other secretions, having lost even its basic instincts, not to mention its thinking ability. And this was despite the fact that he hadn't even had time to touch himself - just at a certain point the tension caused by the sight and the pheromones had become too high, leading to an involuntary discharge.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:06

Ygra only sneezed squeamishly at the pungent smell, then tore the unresponsive ogre's head off and left. I was not even going to tear out his heart and liver-either he was too weak, or the subconscious influence of the ring made any contact with anyone but me repulsive, even if that contact consisted in cutting up the "stained" prey.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:07

In general, I once again sent flaming greetings to the creator of the ring, wishing that he was regularly forced brainwashing without leaving his bed. I also had a sneaking suspicion that somewhere in the depths of Ygra's small brains there was a desire to repeat the recently learned trick with me, only without tearing off my head, but with a different ending.

Camrad_RIP 08.07.22 в 08:08

A light suspicion, like a feather.

Camrad_RIP 06.07.22 в 06:46