Mob MC 107.2

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Chapter 107.2. Back Kamakura

-???'s POV-

"And we don't have to fight them. Because they have their enemies."

"What idiot would mess with the big royalty and nobility?"

"Oh, there must be another group visiting Tokyo. They will clash with that group. But, hmm, I don't know the details."

"Oh, here it is! The Commander's prediction! Did you predict something?"

Annal snaps his fingers and whistles in a light tone. Eri's eyes are deadly as if he is making fun of her.

"Let's be sure to be on the lookout for druids this time. Terrain-wise we're outnumbered in battle with the druids. Why don't we make a scapegoat so they can see us in battle?"

Ymir's mouth twists into a smile as he thinks of an interesting idea, and he gives Annal an instruction.

"Annal. I have one favor to ask you, okay?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Let's not let our mercenaries find out what we did here. Selling your name with notoriety won't do you much good."

"That's right. I'd like to live a peaceful life."

"I agree. I wish to have money and a comfortable future, too. So, let's make an idol of one. Let's see. Zephyrus. How about the infamous mercenary leader Zephyrus, the mercenary who runs the skies?"

The words hit home, and Annal grins and smirks, laughing hysterically.

"Nah. So you're camouflaging yourself by making a person who doesn't exist the group's leader. That's the Commander! That's okay. But you can't run in the sky, can you?"

"Let's modify my magic armor and make it look like that. If you attach some of our flying magic equipment and occasionally go wild like that, even for a short time. It will stand out."

"Understood. What kind of face do you want?"

"Well, I'd like him to have a mercenary's personality, rough around the edges and short-tempered. A combat maniac would be ideal.

"Heeey. Let's see... ......, how about a face like this?"

[Dark Form]

Darkness blows out from under Annal's feet and covers her body as if it were clinging to it. The figure's form changes like clay as its body sinks into the darkness.

Then, after the darkness clears, there is a man of medium height. But with a toned body, one can tell he's well-trained.

"It's done, sir. How's that, Commander?"

The man standing there didn't open his mouth, but he could hear Annal's voice.

"Very good. That's what I'd expect from Annal. Yes, I'd like you to make my eyes a little sharper and my mouth a little more like a smile that always sees people as fools."

"Heh heh heh. Like this?"

The face of the man standing there changed again as he took Ymir's order, his face popping and contorting eerily in response to Annal's voice coming from somewhere.

"Ah, it seems to be Zephyrus. Now, if I wear a helmet, everyone will think I'm Zephyrus."

"It's Zephyrus, and we can sell the name, right?"

"That's right, Annal. Let's mislead the officials by glancing at them at key points."

Satisfied, Ymir nodded and smiled good-humouredly. The two are surprised to see the commander, who rarely shows such a smile.

Ymir cooed again at the surprised look on his subordinate's face.

"No, I'm sorry. This will be perfect if Zephyrus interferes during the battle between the warriors and the group that's about to visit."

"Interfere with which one? If you order me to kill them, I'll kill that one, won't I?"

"We're going to interfere with the warriors. It seems that the battalion is much stronger than we thought. I'm thinking of putting the balance back on the table around here."

At Eri's blind loyalty, Ymir chuckles and pats Eri's head through her hood.

"Thank you, Eri. Your words are very kind, but we can't kill them. They have to die, but it's not us who do it."

"I don't understand. Sometimes the Commander says things that I don't understand."

"Hmmm? But we don't have to cross that dangerous bridge, do we? And I can think of a few people who would be happy to see them dead. We can get money from those people. They'll pay you handsomely for the information."

"Then I know what you mean. That's what I'm talking about, Commander!"

"Besides, you might find what you're looking for."

Ymir says amusedly to the delighted Annal.

"Commander Ymir is looking for something?"

Tilting her head, Eri looks at Ymir. It's the first time she's heard that the Commander is looking for something.

"Oh, he's looking for a butterfly."

"Butterfly? What kind of butterfly?

"What kind of butterfly, actually I don't know. Things are not easy. You can't tell just by looking. I don't even know where the butterfly is."

"Is this a riddle?"

"No, it's the truth. Well, then, let's go join our friends who are waiting for us."

Ymir turns his body and starts walking. Annal and Eri follow Ymir's lead.

"Well, I'm very curious to see what kind of butterfly it is, but if this case is going to fail, we might find it."

Ymir smiles happily and huffily. Then the walking Ymir, Eri, and the others disappear as if melting into the air.

"I can't provide a bug net, but I might be able to provide some food. Let's hope to see what kind of butterflies they are."

And like that, the roof of the abandoned building became unpopular, and even the few remaining shoe marks were exposed to the wind and disappeared.