Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 198.2

He wanted to do something just for her because she was Elena.

“Your Highness Lawrence, I heard that you are sending troops towards that desert town.”

“…That is the plan.”

Lawrence, who had unintentionally almost reached for her slender shoulders, shuddered for a moment.

Considering the travel time and the possibility of colliding with the Evil Race forces, an elite squadron of one hundred men familiar with the desert was dispatched as the search party. However, by the time Rainbow Sword and the search party arrived in Cutlass, there were no Evil Race forces left.

After inspecting the town, the search party found that it had been severely damaged by the Evil Race forces and that most of its residents were either injured or impoverished, so they decided to move to maintain security in the area.

Upon receiving the news, the empire took the opportunity to send a second group of troops and food to make that town an empire-controlled area.

But how did they get this information? Lawrence nodded to Elena and then gently put a hand behind his back, feeling a chill towards Sera, the attendant who was smiling calmly behind the princess.

Lawrence, who had been seeking achievement in the dark, oddly enough, by taking Elena’s side, he was ingratiating himself with the great power of Claydale. As a result, more and more people sided with Lawrence as he acquired the Cutlass, a fortress against the Evil Race nations.

He could guess what Elena was thinking when she broached the subject, but he was sure that he would be able to fulfill most of her wishes, as long as it was not too much of a problem.

Elena nodded her head in agreement, and then expressed her wish to Lawrence.

“I have a favor to ask. Please take me…”

***

In Cutlass, there were nearly a hundred knights and mercenaries and thirty Transportation soldiers.

The troops were well-trained to fight against the Evil Race forces, but now they are struggling to maintain the security of the devastated Cutlass.

When I went with Dalton and Jesha to a large tent on the outskirts of town to meet the commander of the unit, the soldiers and mercenaries in the area pulled out to make way for him.

At first, I wondered if [Rainbow Sword]’s prestige name was working here, but there was a hint of menace in their expressions.

“Aren’t they scared of you?”

“…”

I involuntarily clamped my mouth shut at Jesha’s mutter. At rank 5, my combat power surpassed Dalton’s. So far, no one seemed to care about it, so I didn’t pay much attention to it either, but to a normal person who could appraise me, I would probably look quite odd.

A person with good [detection] skills would be able to see some of my abilities even if I hid my appearance with a cloak, but maybe I should think of a way to fool the appraisers when I get back to Claydale.

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There were many skilled people. In other words, those who were skilled in the art of survival would have a higher probability of remembering [the appraisal]. A young soldier guarding the entrance to the tent called inside, his face slightly drawn when he saw me, and I heard a voice of a man.

“Let them come in.”

The man who greeted me inside was a mature Cruzian who felt about rank 4 in ability. He greeted Dalton in an aristocratic manner, then looked at me with his scarred one-eyed gaze, typical of a warrior of many battles, and relaxed his cheeks slightly.