Thursday, May 22, 2025

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 10


Chapter 10

(Kyle Calendar Year 501: Age 8)

The Biggest Catastrophe Flag


Translator : PolterGlast


Today, I was also showing my face at what was called an inspection... but really just helping out.

 

Refugees first went to the reception center to register the necessary information.

Upon registration, they received a registration tag, which they could show to receive food at the soup kitchen.

 

Also, at the reception center, information on refugee camp assignments and job postings were displayed, and it was possible to apply for desired jobs.

 

"There is plenty of food available. Please line up in order in this queue. Those who do not have bowls can receive one at the reception center. Even those from outside the Estol territory, please feel free to line up.

 

At the reception, we are confirming your name and the town, village (territory) you came from.

Registration is required for everyone. After registration, we hand out a registration tag to each person.

 

If you have a registration tag, you can receive food directly at the soup kitchen from the next time."

 

A group of refugees heading this way caught my eye, so I immediately raised my voice and began guiding them.

 

 

Actually, there was one thing that was giving me a headache...

It was about the Gorman Viscountcy making a fuss about the outflow of their citizens.

 

They were saying, "Send the refugees from the Gorman Viscountcy back here," and we were troubled because we couldn't just send the refugees back without a good reason.

I also heard rumors that they had sealed off the borders of their territory and were on alert to prevent any more citizens from leaving.

 

Well, we were guiding refugees from the Gorman territory to the soup kitchens and refugee camps, but we couldn't very well offer them jobs.

 

It was truly troublesome.

 

"Then you should properly save your own citizens!"

 

I wanted to say that, but I couldn't.

 

However, the refugees were one step ahead of them.

Many of the refugees seemed to have grasped the situation from the rumors.

 

The refugees who came from the Gorman Viscountcy, knowing the circumstances, didn't say they were from the Gorman Viscountcy.

 

It was impossible for us to verify whether the refugees' self-declarations were true, so we were processing everything based on their own statements.

Of course, it was a calculated move on their part...

 

Although few in number, the refugees who came from the Cornell barony had received prior consent from them through my mother that we could handle them as we saw fit in the Estol territory from now on.

 

We had also confirmed with the Hiyorimi Viscountcy the freedom to deal with refugees when there was an outflow from their territory (although they seemed to think it was the freedom to turn them away).

 

The Solis barony, treating this information as mere rumors, was secretly spreading it among the refugees, so the refugees were also keenly aware of the information.

 

 

I noticed a group within the aforementioned refugees who had a different appearance from the others.

 

They had sharp gazes unlike farmers, well-built bodies, and the appearance of strong soldiers with swords at their waists, but their clothes were dirty and shabby, and they looked so exhausted they were about to collapse. Such a group was approaching us.

 

Among them, a young man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward and spoke to me.

 

"We were hired by Viscount Gorman as mercenaries, but would we be able to receive food?"

 

Uh... this person is too honest... what should I do...?

 

"Everyone, are you mercenaries of Viscount Gorman?"

 

When I asked, he replied with a slightly sullen face.

 

"Due to the recent events, our contract was terminated. We were released as useless mouths to feed, but in the viscount's territory, we outsiders couldn't even buy food in any of the towns or villages..."

 

He spat out the words bitterly.

 

"Ah, then there's no problem. You must have had a hard time on your journey here.

We have warm meals and simple but warm beds prepared.

 

If you register at the reception center, you can receive food immediately, so please have each member of your mercenary group register their names and other details at the reception center over there."

 

"Thank you, I am indebted to you."

 

His strained, but as much as he could manage, smiling thanks was impressive.

 

 

After that, I was running around for a while, helping out at the soup kitchen and guiding people to the reception center.

Once things calmed down, the person who seemed to be the leader of the mercenary group from before came over and spoke to me.

 

"I heard at the reception center a while ago, is it true that you are the son of the lord here?"

 

Some of the people at the reception center were former refugees who had already been hired here.

Perhaps grateful for the Solis barony's response, some of them seemed to happily blurt out the "open secret" to the new registrants who came to the reception center...

 

"Ah, I don't look like it, do I? I'm always being scolded for behaving unbefitting of an aristocrat... and besides, I'm just a child..."

 

I answered the question with a shy smile.

Then, he suddenly knelt down.

 

"Not knowing that, I apologize for my earlier impolite words and actions.

Also, I heard that you devised this relief system. I was also impressed by the measures taken for the vulnerable.

 

I am Weiss Schwarzfalke, and though still young, I have been entrusted with the leadership of the Doppelkopfiger Falken (Two-Headed Falcon) mercenary group.

 

I sincerely thank you for your assistance. I offer my gratitude on behalf of our 30-member mercenary group."

 

"No, no, we're in the same boat when times get tough..."

 

I replied hastily.

 

Hmm? Weiss Schwarzfalke...

Weiss the Black Falcon...

That name sounds familiar...

 

"Ashamedly, due to the humiliation we suffered in the viscount's territory, where even a decree was circulated saying that no support would be given to outsiders, we barely managed to escape the territory and finally arrived here.

 

We were traveling south through the Estol territory, passing through the hidden paths on the demon realm side, heading from the border to the Griffonia Empire, on a journey to find a new employer in that country."

 

Eh!

Eeeeeeeh!

Wait a minute! I remembered!

 

Weiss, the Black Falcon of the Griffonia Empire...

Isn't that Corps Commander Weiss of the Northern Dispatch Army, the ever-victorious general!

 

Seriously...? This person is the one who attacked the Kyle Kingdom 12 years later, occupied the Estol territory, and executed me.

 

At that time, my eyes were drawn to the person beside him, and I was also delirious from my injuries, so I didn't realize that the person in front of me now was that person.

Viscount Gorman, you're the one who set my doom flag!

 

"That bastard! I'll never forgive him! I'll k-!"

 

I glared at the Western Gorman Viscountcy with murderous intent.

 

 

If it were the previous history...

 

The Estol territory should have been directly hit by the effects of the great famine without any preparation or countermeasures.

 

Even if they had safely arrived in the Estol territory, it's uncertain whether their mercenary group would have received any help.

No, they probably wouldn't have been treated well.

 

And if they were to pass through the hidden paths of the demon realm, they might also stop by the Hiyorimi Viscountcy.

If they did, absolutely nothing good would come of it!

 

If they headed to the Griffonia Empire via such a route...

They were bound to have an incredibly terrible experience!

 

This rotten kingdom doesn't matter if it perishes! That's what would happen.

 

Even I am thoroughly fed up with the Gorman Viscountcy.

Moreover, everyone is quite weakened by hunger and fatigue.

 

At this rate, I honestly think it will be difficult for everyone to reach the Griffonia Empire safely.

 

Many comrades would fall along the way...

Receiving unreasonable treatment and losing comrades and friends... that's a tremendous grudge.

 

 

While I was imagining the previous circumstances and was in a daze, Weiss bowed his head once more beside me.

 

"Once again, I would like to express my gratitude to you. If there is anything we can do to repay this debt in the future, please do not hesitate to ask at that time."

 

I will ask, of course I will!

 

First of all, please absolutely do not go to the Griffonia Empire. Absolutely!

While shouting that in my heart, I thought that I had to formulate a future strategy.

In a great hurry!

 

Facing him, the biggest doom flag in my life, I began to think about what to do next in a great hurry.

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