I Became a Hero Traveling With Saint Mesgaki

Chapter 27 – Hero, a bump on your head is sticking out~♡ It looks like a rhinoceros, puhuh♡

It takes two days by carriage to Lancaster. After safely completing the day, we stopped the wagon and took a short break.

The liver between the two post offices allowed the horses to rest, and the coachman supplemented his stamina by resting his eyes. And we…

“Saintess, let go of this!”

“Where are you going?”

“Are you going to the hero?”

“This female cat…Just stay still!”

We were having a meaningless argument.

…But why does the saintess keep calling Chloe a female cat?

Chloe is more than a cat, but isn’t she only for girls who don’t usually like being called that and her apart?

“Then the saintess can go next to the hero!”

“…Yes?”

“Why, can’t you do that again? Then I’m going, so goodbye… Kek!”

“…Stay here.”

…It hurts. Even if you pull it, does it pull the back of your neck?

Perhaps it was quite painful, Chloe yawned at the saintess with tears in her eyes.

“You violent saint!”

…I think I know why the saintess calls her a cat. She looks like a cat when she’s angry at something.

“I don’t know what you mean by violence? I just grabbed Chloe.”

“Then find another place!!!”

I was worried that the coachman might wake up from a sound sleep at the sight of the two fighting each other.

“…You two, the coachman is going to wake up. Quietly.”

“…Yes.”

“And the saintess, don’t grab her by the scruff of the neck. It hurts quite a bit from the point of view of being victimized.”

“…Hmm.”

The saintess turned her head away.

…Why are you pouting so badly? The pouting saintess leaned lightly against the carriage wall with her head turned away from me.

“Good night, everyone.”

“Yes, warrior.”

“…Good night.”

…Even if I get angry, they say hello.

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Thump!

“Evil!”

The carriage stopped suddenly and hit her head hard against the ceiling.

Oh sh*t, I got it right. It hurts so bad

“Pufu ♡ Warrior, a lump has come out on my head~♡ It looks like a rhinoceros♡”

“I’m watching, but please drink and treat me…”

“I’m kidding~♡”

…But I think I really have a lump. I could feel that the area around the top of my head was slightly swollen.

“I think I really have a lump.”

“Yes?”

The saintess, who was laughing her eyes, stretched out her hand to me, startled. The saintess, who touched the area around the top of her head, let out a sigh of relief and said,

“It was just a little swollen. Don’t be alarmed.”

“Heal me.”

“No.”

A lousy year.

“Then why did the carriage stop?”

At Chloe’s question, the saintess and I looked at each other. She was like her and I was like that, and she looked at each other asking if they knew each other.

…Nobody knows.

“……!”

“…! ……!”

I think I hear people’s voices outside?

“It’s a little noisy outside.”

“Let me see.”

As I poked my head out the window of the carriage, some people were blocking the road in front of the carriage. They were men with thick beards, like people who live without shaving at all. His clothes were worn out and he was wearing old-looking things.

And they…

“You better get off and give everything you have! If you don’t want to die, khehehe!”

He was uttering a clichéd line he had heard somewhere.

What is this…

A clichéd crisis situation that could only come out of an old novel, an event where a group of bandits attacked was unfolding before our eyes.

…Author! How wrong you are…!

While admiring the framing skills of my favorite writer, Chloe, who stuck out his head like me, said.

“A bunch of bandits. Judging by his appearance, he must be a bandit.”

“How do you know if you are a bandit?”

“Your beard is so bushy, your arms have a lot of hair, and your skin is dark. Then you are a bandit.”

…That’s appearance discrimination.

Looking closely, I saw several people wearing mesh nets, which are used to collect herbs and wild vegetables. I guess the bandit was right.

“Then what? I go…”

“Hero, it’s harder to subdue people than to kill them~. If Hero Heojeop is aloof and accidentally kills someone, it’s a big deal, so stay still~♡”

“The saintess will do it?”

“It can’t be helped~♡ Instead of the poor warrior, I…”

“I will do it!”

The saintess and I looked at Chloe at the same time. It would be easily solved if the saintess went, but why?

“Leave it to the saintess and it will be resolved in an instant.”

“I have to show that I am useful, so won’t the hero accept me even after graduating and coming back?”

…Did you really mean that?

“Are you okay?”

“It’s okay! Anyway, it feels good that the hero is worried about me.”

Chloe smiled. What’s so good about it…

Anyway, it wasn’t bad if you could see Chloe’s skills. The last time I fought an ogre, I caught a glimpse of it… But even then, I melted the ogre’s face, right?

And I wondered how the wizard would deal with this situation. How will Chloe come out?

The bandits found her and laughed as Chloe got off her carriage.

“What is that kid?”

“Hey, kid! Go get some more mother’s milk and come! Oh, of course, except for everything you have, Khehehel!”

…What kind of person smiles like that? It was a laugh that reminded me of a troll’s laugh.

Chloe walked proudly to the front of her carriage and asked the bandit.

“Let me ask you one thing first. Are you thinking of surrendering?”

“Embroidery~? Hey guys! What do you think this little girl told us to embroider?”

“Ha ha ha! What a fun kid! Boss, it looks like I’ll have to give it a proper scolding!”

“Looking at it up close, it’s pretty, isn’t it? Grab and sell! It looks pretty salty.”

Are bandits in this world also trafficking in human beings? Scary, scary

“Isn’t that true? I was asking out of politeness.”

Chloe raised her finger. And she started to draw something of hers in the air. And when I saw that, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“… Huh?”

Something that Chloe was drawing in the air using mana was a character she had seen many times. I don’t know what it means, but it looks like… Chinese characters?

“Saintess, what is that!?”

“It’s a rune. It’s a special character needed to use magic.”

“…Yes?”

“Runes. By the way, writing runes without any auxiliary tools… Claws are no slouch either. I guess I’m not a cadet at the Royal Magic Academy for nothing.”

…Runes? No, no matter where you look, it’s in Chinese.

“…Is it hard to just write runes?”

“Of course. Look at that complex shape. Warrior, do you think that is easy? Usually active wizards also use wands or staffs as auxiliary tools to create them.”

…Chinese characters are complicated with many strokes. There are many Chinese characters created by combining Chinese characters. Chinese characters are set as runes, which are the basics of magic… What kind of devil X thousand characters?

By the way, if Chinese characters are runes that are the base of magic in this novel, wouldn’t I be able to use them too?

Even if I look at it like this, I went to a kanji academy when I was in elementary school. I forgot most of it, but there were a lot of things I remembered to some extent.

I’ll have to ask Chloe later.

“Damn it! This kid is a wizard!”

“f*ck, I need to stop casting soon!”

Her bandits rushed to interrupt her as soon as Chloe started drawing her Chinese characters, her runes.

However, Chloe drew the runes without hesitation, just like a schoolmaster who was writing, and the completed magic was activated in an instant.

“Binding Swamp!”

The footsteps of the bandits came to a halt. They didn’t stop on their own, but the bandits’ feet turned into a swamp and pulled them down.

“Ugh, whoops! Boss, your feet are missing!!”

“Calm down! The foot isn’t missing, it’s missing! Stay calm and get out!”

“I won’t let you do that.”

As Chloe gestured upward, the swamp-like floor stretched out and grabbed the bandits by their limbs. Then, as Chloe lowered her hand, she knocked the bandits the swamp held onto the floor.

“Evil!”

“Keugh! I never thought there would be a wizard…!”

Oh…

I was honestly amazed at how he subdued a group of bandits with just one spell. Also elite. Aren’t you usually good at it?

“Chloe is amazing. I’m still a student, but I think I’m good at it.”

Clap clap clap clapped and admired, the saintess said.

“Hmm, Chloe might be more useful than the poor hero~♡”

“…Yes?”

“You are a warrior worse than a girl younger than you~♡ Fufu, pathetic♡ Weak♡”

Heh heh, b*tch. It’s the same today

However, I felt a little different from usual in her saintess. A look of displeasure at something. Why do you say sh*tty words and look at me with those eyes?

…I’m sorry.

I quietly lifted her hand and put it on her saintess’s forehead. The saintess was looking at my hand with her puzzled eyes, and I was as it were on her forehead…

f*ck!

“Ouch!”

I hit the night.

“…Yo, hero?”

She was a saint who looked at me with extremely bewildered eyes. A saintess with such an expression is a bit precious.

… If you look closely, is she a little cute?

I smiled lightly at the saintess who was covering her forehead.

“It’s the price of being grumpy.”

“…Yes, yes?”

“You were grumpy. In a few hours ago.”

Looking at me asking if I had any complaints, the saintess didn’t say anything. If she had her own conscience, she would argue first, so she wouldn’t say anything.

“Hero, what should we do with those bandits?”

Chloe, who had returned to the carriage before she knew it, asked me that. How long will the magic last?

“How long will that magic last?”

“It will continue unless you turn it off.”

“Then leave it as it is and go to the city and inform the police. Then you’ll figure it out.”

After saying that, I looked back at the saintess, and she nodded her head, indicating that she should follow my opinion. She still had her hand on her forehead.

…Did I hit you too hard?

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The coachman drove the horse non-stop, thanking him for saving him from the bandits. Thanks to that, we were able to arrive in Lancaster an hour or two earlier than planned.

“You worked hard.”

“Ayu, it is me. Thank you so much for saving me, nobles.”

When we arrived at the post station, we got off the wagon and greeted the coachman and came out of the post station. As soon as I came out of the station, I saw a wide roadside and many people coming and going on the street.

On the roadside, the soliciting of countless stalls, the sound of people chatting joyfully, and the sound of street musicians playing musical instruments all harmonized to create a pleasant noise.

Similar to Habsburg City, but different landscape.

“Here is…”

That’s Lancaster poetry.