Saturday, August 2, 2025

[WN] Hidden Reincarnated Hero : Chapter 70


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070 Suppressing Murderous Intent

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Translator : PolterGlast


Returning from the 7th floor of the royal capital dungeon, I immediately requested an audience with Bachus.

"What!?" Bachus exclaimed, standing up from his chair and lunging at the chunk of metal known as Gormodia.

 

"What is this!? Where did you get it!?" he demanded.

"From the 7th-floor boss room in the dungeon," I replied.

"The 7th floor!?" he cried.

"I believe it's an ultra-rare drop item," I stated.

"Mmm-hmm," Bachus muttered. His expression suggested he had intended to go retrieve it himself. Ultra-rare items rarely drop. Moreover, the 7th floor isn't an easy place to reach, but Bachus could probably do it... A Master Blacksmith Lv36 would have quite high STR and ATK values. Depending on his party members, he should be able to go.

 

"The fact that you brought this to me means..." Bachus began.

"Yes, I wished for you to forge a sword from it," I confirmed.

"Alright, leave it to me! Only I can forge this! I'm returning to my territory immediately!" he roared. No, no, you can't go back now. What did you come to the capital for?

 

"Please calm down. You can't go back right now, can you?" I urged.

"What are you saying!? Nothing is more important than this, except for liquor!" he countered. So liquor is more important, huh!?

 

Bachus was full of things to retort to, but I somehow managed to calm him down and make him reconsider. If he left now, I'd probably be subjected to sarcastic remarks from the Duke. More importantly, Bachus was almost the only noble I could speak with freely.

 

In return, I was made to promise that he would forge a sword from Gormodia as soon as we returned to his territory. I was going to ask him to do that anyway (laughs).

 

Since it's a black metal, I'm sure it'll become a cool-looking sword. I'll look forward to that time. Come to think of it, I was supposed to receive a demonic sword from the nation. I'll have to make sure its effects don't overlap with the one I'm getting.

 

***

 

After that, I continued to loop through the 7th floor to level up and earn money. The total exchange value of items obtained from the royal capital dungeon slightly exceeded 20,000,000 Grill. That's over 200,000,000 yen. I planned to use it as payment when Bachus forged my sword.

 

Everyone except me reached Level 40. My Reincarnated Hero, Assassin, and Sword Master jobs all reached Level 38, my Explorer reached Level 30, and my Enchanter reached Level 35. I could now see the back of Barukan, the Guardian Knight Lv42!

 

Also, though unrelated to dungeon exploration, my Heavy Drinker level steadily rose to 15 from accompanying Bachus in his drinking. It's still not enough, but recently I've become able to keep up with Bachus's drinking pace just a little. Bachus doesn't even have the Heavy Drinker job, so how can he drink that much? Should I call him a true Dwarf? Or is he just an alcoholic old man...?

 

***

 

Finally, the day came for me to receive my reward. It was a magnificent castle, larger than the Duke's mansion. The Duke's mansion felt like a defensive stronghold, but this one felt like a symbol of authority.

 

Each noble was assigned a room, so I took a nap on Anneliese's lap in between. I had stayed up late last night accompanying Bachus in his drinking. Moreover, even though Bachus was also attending the ceremony, he came to my room early in the morning and rubbed his cheek against the Gormodia. He had been doing that every day since then. Doesn't he get tired of doing the same thing every day? More importantly, it's creepy.

 

I waited for about two hours. A staff member came to call for me. It was hard to part with the comforting feel of Anneliese's thigh, but I forced myself to sit up and stretch.

 

"Toi-sama. Your hair is messy," Anneliese observed.

"That's nothing to worry about," I replied.

"But it's not good," she insisted. Anneliese gently combed my hair. It had grown quite long since I was transported to this world and hadn't cut it.

 

"It's beautiful silver hair," she commented.

"It's long, so maybe I should cut it soon," I mused.

"What a waste," Anneliese said.

"It's getting in the way."

"It won't be in the way if you do this," Anneliese said, braiding my silver hair behind my back. If I were a girl, I'd be delighted, but...

 

Since Anneliese had gone to the trouble of braiding it, I decided to attend the ceremony with my hair as it was.

 

"Baron Toi Footscythel's entrance!" A large double door opened with a heavy creak. Light streamed into my eyes from beyond the door. It was so dazzling that I instinctively closed my eyes.

 

It was a luxurious audience chamber, with numerous chandeliers and lights illuminating it. Since the light wasn't from candle flames, they must be magic items. I, being a commoner, couldn't help but wonder how many magic stones were used for all those chandeliers.

 

The crimson carpet seemed to be a tradition in the audience chamber. We advanced across the long, fluffy carpet. Right behind me were Anneliese and Gandarvan, and behind them, Rosalina and the others.

 

Nobles lined both sides, sizing us up. Those closer to the entrance were Barons, and the closer to the throne, the higher their rank.

 

It seemed we had passed from the Baron area to the Viscount area, where Bachus was. When our eyes met, he gave me a thumbs-up. He was a truly carefree man.

 

In the Count's area, Zaigen's face was also present. His frown lines were as deep as ever.

Barukan was staying behind this time. Zaigen and Barukan apparently always took turns staying behind. Thanks to that, I could relax and stretch out. If Barukan was present, I'd be forced into training, which was a hassle. That Barukan was also a Count. I thought, with that face? But a noble title has nothing to do with how intimidating one's face is.

 

The Duke's figure was there. Then, I saw an unpleasant sight. The Heroes. The Duke and other nobles were on the left side of the throne, and the Heroes were on the right. Among them was Shinji Akaba, who had tormented me in Japan. Seeing their faces made dark emotions almost burst forth.

 

It was in the winter of my first year of high school...

 

***

 

It was December, approaching Christmas. On my way home from school, I stopped by a bookstore. It was the release day for a manga I loved to read. It wasn't a very large bookstore, so popular manga often sold out, but the one I loved usually did too, so I had reserved it.

 

As I browsed the books before buying mine, I saw a boy in the same uniform. It was Kota Naeba, a classmate. He was acting incredibly suspiciously, sweating profusely. He was sweating so much that even if he had run a little in this weather, he wouldn't have sweated that much. I was a little curious, so I watched Naeba, and he put a book into his bag. It was a book he hadn't paid for. In other words, shoplifting.

 

I instinctively grabbed Naeba's arm as he was about to leave.

"Wha!?" I shook my head, then let go of his arm. Naeba fumbled, took the book out of his bag, put it back on the shelf, and ran out of the store.

 

The next time I saw Naeba, he was being assaulted behind the school building. Yes, it was him. Eight members of Akaba's group were kicking Naeba, who was cowering like a turtle.

 

When I saw something so sickening, I couldn't help but speak up. It was my bad habit.

"Stop acting like children," I said.

"Huh? Who are you?" Hayate Uchida, member number 1 of Akaba's group, glared at me. There seem to be students like this in every era. I'd seen them in old manga.

 

"Assault. That's a serious crime. Stop it," I warned.

"Hmph. Who said we assaulted anyone? Right, Slowpoke?" Uchida grabbed the assaulted Naeba by the collar, pulling him up, and asked him.

 

"N-no one..." Naeba stammered.

"See? Hahaha," Uchida sneered. I shook my head and asked Naeba if that was okay, but he timidly nodded. He must have been scared of Akaba and the others and couldn't say no. I understood that, but I couldn't intervene further. If he didn't assert himself, nothing would change.

 

"Just go easy," I said, trying to leave, but I was kicked in the back and fell. After that, Akaba mounted me and punched me. Akaba's group held my arms and legs down, and I could only take the punches.

 

I didn't make a sound. If I did, it would just encourage them. Did they think I'd beg them to stop for something like this?

 

The next day, my face was incredibly swollen. The moment I mentioned Akaba's name, the teacher swiftly backed away. It was well-known that Akaba's father was a Diet member. He had caused trouble many times before, and his father had always used his power to cover it up.

 

From then on, I was punched and kicked every day. But I didn't intend to just take it. I was outnumbered, so I might lose. I would probably lose. But if I stopped resisting, that would be the end of me. With that thought, no matter how many times I was hit, I didn't flinch from Akaba and his group.

 

Even after 10 punches or 100 kicks, I'd find an opening and punch back. Then I'd get punched again. It was a cycle. I guess I was doing something foolish. Looking back now, maybe I just didn't want to be someone who just takes it.

 

The teacher blamed me for punching Akaba. Even after seeing the bruises all over my body, he said nothing. I had never respected him, but from then on, I despised him.

 

In my second and third years of high school, Akaba and his group continued to harass me, never tiring of it. They didn't like that I never begged for mercy, no matter how many times I was hit.

 

The harassment wasn't just physical. My classmates ignored me. Textbooks were torn or lost more than once or twice. My gym uniform was torn, and dog feces were put in my bag.

 

Their violence was commonplace, and the teachers said nothing. One time, I even had to be hospitalized. The police, notified by the hospital, investigated but quickly closed the case. It was pressure from his father, the Diet member. Even as a high school student, I could imagine the police backing down.

 

When I was summoned, I refused to be summoned with them. It wasn't because I succumbed to violence. I'm confident I won't yield to them in this world either. My spirit will never break. I have no intention of letting it break.

 

I refused the summoning because I heard I would be sent to another world as a Hero. The god said that since I had a powerful job, I could vent all my past frustrations. At first, I considered it. To make them pay. But I stopped myself. If I gained power and then beat them up, I would become just like them. So, I refused to be summoned with them. I didn't want to become that kind of scum.

 

However... Akaba is trash, but what's with that criminal record? How many crimes have you committed?

 

He had a criminal record from Japan, but he also had many after being summoned here. It's only been a few months since he was summoned, so why does he have so much criminal history...? The country should be managing these guys, so I have no intention of doing anything specifically, but if he's left alone, he'll eventually commit murder or other major crimes. Since they summoned him, they should take responsibility and manage him. If they can't do that, they should at least be held accountable for what they've done.

 

***

 

Seeing Akaba and the others's faces makes my guts churn, so I'll ignore them, ignore them. Think of them as scarecrows. I told myself, then stood before the princess, who had light pink hair like thin sumi ink cherry blossoms, and bowed my head.

 

"Baron Toi Footscythel. The demon subjugation is truly a joyous matter. Therefore, I shall bestow a reward upon you."

 

A civil servant brought a tray with a sword in a beautiful bag.

 

"I bestow upon you the demonic sword Salman, from the royal treasury."

 

The nobles stirred. What's wrong? I wondered, receiving the demonic sword Salman.

 

"Thank you," I said.

 

It was very light. Incredibly light for a chunk of metal. Even a two-handed sword made of Mithril, which is said to be light, weighed several times more than this. Was I being tricked?

 

"I bestow a demonic sword upon Millis-Gandarvan, a retainer of Baron Footscythel."

"Thank you!" Gandarvan replied. Everyone else also received their rewards.

 

Basically, Jojok also received a demonic sword, Lin a demonic spear, Rosalina received good armor since she didn't use weapons, Anneliese, who became a Sage of Love, and Solidia received Mithril staffs, and Bath received a Mithril dagger.

 

Everyone else's rewards weren't in bags, so why was only mine in a bag? Was it because it was a particularly good item? I didn't really understand.

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