CH 31

Chapter 31 – Right-Hand’s Hunting

The elf girl’s name is Minya, and she is a descendant of the northern elves who were destroyed by humans. Although she is not acquainted with Milka, their circumstances seem to be the same. I have a feeling that this will be troublesome, but I can’t just abandon her. She has a good fighting style, playing with the enemy with her quick movements. It seems that the sawed-off shotgun was a good match for her as her main weapon, as she originally had a short reach. I also ordered an Isaka, a light pump-action shotgun, and more shotshells.

I’ll give her about 50 rounds and see how she does.

…There were times when I thought it would be good for me too. But then, my mission changed dramatically.

“You can’t stop at “mere deprivation” anymore. That’s not enough!”

“…Yes. I can’t do this for free. I’m not going to let them get away with this, I won’t forgive them, and I’m not going to let them die easily…”

“Kufufufufu, that’s good. …It gets your blood boiling, doesn’t it?”

I’m being made into a flying cab with the dwarf girl Myrril, the tiger girl Yadar and the elf girl Minya.

I don’t have the right to refuse, or rather, I want to know if anyone can refuse when three strong girls stare at them with bloodshot eyes. By the way, I don’t think I can stand up to them with my bare hands or even with a firearm.

Yes, I’m a former company employee, and I get wrapped up in long things. I’m wrapped around and around.

Tonight, just before the war begins, the three girls and I are stitching our way through a deadly enemy line, and we’re going to make them bleed.

In front of us, the soldiers of the kingdom army, whose right hands were blown off, are groaning and thrashing about. Standing in front of them is Minya, who already wears the air of an old and powerful warrior. Myrril and Yadar are keeping their distance and quietly watching their surroundings.

I’m just standing on the sidelines next to Minya as if I’m the air.

“Now your right hand is useless. Go back to your hometown and live a quiet life.”

“D-don’t joke with me, you bastards. I’ll remember…”

“You’re the ones who have to remember. If you do not retreat now, we will come back. When that happens, your remaining hand will be useless as well.”

The man kept his mouth shut and held his right arm, which was dripping with blood. I could see the blood draining from his face. There is not much a person can do when they can no longer use their right arm, even more so for someone who had both arms crushed.

“If you still survive, it will be your right knee next time.”

That was the limit. The man screamed and ran out of the encampment, fleeing somewhere in the darkness of the night. One by one, the soldiers in the surrounding area struggled to get up and followed the man.

“…This is unexpectedly good.”

To be honest, even in war, the distance is too raw for murder. This way, we can inflict more damage and fear on the enemy than we can kill them.

The shotshells I procured from Simon were a little over seven hundred rounds, including the additional ones I ordered. The range is too short to be of any use in this war itself. We infiltrated the enemy ranks via teleportation, using Minya with her sawed-off shotgun as the main force, and blew off their right arms one after another, focusing on those who appeared to be commanders or high-ranking mages. In fact, the number of them exceeded 200.

In addition, I was able to get some weapons, supplies, and other valuables out of the way. The damage was too significant to be called a rear distraction ― and the supply was too much for our poor, small army.

Left-handed use.

After that, in the kingdom, it is widely despised as “a loser whose dominant hand has been crushed by a subhuman mage.”

…Yeah. I’m sorry, I’m originally a left-handed person as well.