Chapter 018: Rescue?

April 18, 2022 - 2 minutes read - 424 words

“Pat, did you go a bit too far? Don’t the soldiers look spooked?” Wayne

“Really? I took it pretty easy on him, I thought?” Pat

“All of that?” Wayne

“That was just a short session.” Pat

Compared to what I had to experience in the past, at least

“Are you sure? Most people get nervous or feel sick after killing bandits, but you look fine, right?” Wayne

“I look normal, don’t I?” Pat

“The first time I killed a bandit, I wasn’t able to sleep that night.” Wayne

“Softy!” Pat

“Well, I may have been a bit weak…” Wayne

“Sorry, that was just a joke.” Pat

“Why aren’t you bothered?” Wayne

“Huh? Well, they’re just bandits? Weren’t they trying to kill us?

Do you really get nervous after killing someone try to kill you? Bandits are like cockroaches.” Pat

“So they’re at the same level as cockroaches…” Wayne

I don’t want to get into it here, but to me, bandits have the same worth as cockroaches.

“There?” Pat asks the captured bandit while pointing at a cave

“Yeah, that’s it.” Bandit

“Ok, Wanye’s platoon and my platoon are going in, the rest of you stay on lookout for any stragglers. I’m going in!” Pat

Of course, I’m bringing the captured bandit along, so I can get some directions. I pick up a candle from the entrance, then we enter the cave.

There’s a larder, a smaller area for other consumables (alcohol), an armory, a loot area, and further in…

“They they are, three of them, just like I said.” Bandit

There’s three prisoners in a makeshift jail area. The first is an old man, around 70 years old, with all white hair, blue eyes, and average height. There’s also a young man, looks like a wolf beastman.

Finally, there’s a boy of around 10 years old. He has shoulder-length blonde hair and green eyes. I wondered if he was actually a girl, but the clothes were clearly tailored for the male sex, so they must be a boy.

The three of them are looking at us.

“I am Second Lieutenant Patrick Riggsby of the Kingdom’s First Army. Earlier today, we defeated a bandit group, and when we learned they had taken hostages, moved here to liberate them. I understand you are part of the nobility, so may I please have your name.” Pat

“The Kingdom’s Army! Thank you! I’m Carlos, the guard is named Mark, and we were escorting Kevin Dixon, the third son of the Marquis.” Carlos

So… Dixon? Marquis family?

“What?” Pat