Chapter 15: Candy rolling out of the bush
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He showed his strength to the two underlings.
That went well.
However, Megzam thought.
He wanted to give them another push.
He gave them the whip. All that’s left is the candy.
A sweet, sweet reward that rough good-for-nothings want…
That is violence.
He must give the two underlings the opportunity to use violence.
Give the whip, and the underlings will obey.
Give the candy, and the underlings will follow.
This is how Megzam always thought, based on his own hobbies and tastes.
He has done so thus far, and the idea was not wrong, at least within this bandit group.
Megzam, Andar and Tappa.
They were good-for-nothings precisely because they were captivated by violence.
Fortunately, before Megzam’s eyes, candy rolled out of the bushes in the form of a dingy looking homeless child.
…Even if she was homeless, why such a small child was in the forest, and why she captured such a large amount of myogmyogoshugo were problems that were given no thought in this question-filled encounter.
But even if these questions had come to his mind, they would not have mattered to Megzam at the time.
This is candy.
It's a reward for the underlings.
It is a sacrifice that serves as an outlet for violence.
Such a convenient existence rolled out of the bush with perfect timing.
He found himself wanting to offer up prayers of gratitude to Thief God Yabo.
Grinning, Megzam gave his underlings their candy.
That is, he gave the following instruction.
"Kill to your hearts’ content."
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"Kill to your hearts’ content," said the beaded man who smelled like garbage.
"Eh?"
"Can, can we really!?"
The square-faced man and the slender-faced man, who also stink like garbage, ask while a joyful expression oozes onto their confused faces.
"Yeah, have I ever lied to you guys?"
""No! Never!""
They converse lightheartedly.
Is it normal to be so happy when told you’re free to kill someone.
Aah, did they become bandits because they weren’t normal?
"On that note. Behave yourself… Don't act up too much? Brat."
The square-faced man approaches with a smile.
"…Ah!? Oi, Tappa! Isn’t this one a woman!?"
The slender-faced man raises a delighted voice on noticing my gender.
Gross.
I’ll admit that I’m a beautiful young girl, but I’m still a five-year-old child, right?
As long as it’s a female it’s fine?
Perverts.
These people are scum.
From now on, they are Scum A and Scum B.
Scum A and Scum B step closer.
"Oioi… stop spacing out. Cry or scream a little. You’re no fun."
"She really is an expressionless brat. She’s so scared she went crazy, right? Heheh."
Frivolous laughter masks the crackling fire.
The scums’ boss in the back… The Scum Boss is standing still with his arms folded.
…Thinking back, this is the first time I’ve been faced with clear killing intent from another sentient being.
Although I thought my past life was pretty terrible, at the very least, it wasn’t an unreasonable society.
No matter how much they hated me, no one thought "I'll kill you" and actually tried to do it.
Being exposed to such killing intent.
I was stunned.
My body unconsciously trembles.
……As if.
I am Emmy-chan, the homeless child, five years old, and I haven’t lived in such a sweet and carefree world to be scared by something like that.
Survival is an exchange of lives every day, killing to live, and dying if you’re not careful.
That’s my way of life.
……These scum let their guard down.
You’ll realize your arrogance.
Let me show you. My will to live!
You guys are trying to reap my life.
……If so, prepare yourselves!!
Chapter 15: Candy rolling out of the bush
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He showed his strength to the two underlings.
That went well.
However, Megzam thought.
He wanted to give them another push.
He gave them the whip. All that’s left is the candy.
A sweet, sweet reward that rough good-for-nothings want…
That is violence.
He must give the two underlings the opportunity to use violence.
Give the whip, and the underlings will obey.
Give the candy, and the underlings will follow.
This is how Megzam always thought, based on his own hobbies and tastes.
He has done so thus far, and the idea was not wrong, at least within this bandit group.
Megzam, Andar and Tappa.
They were good-for-nothings precisely because they were captivated by violence.
Fortunately, before Megzam’s eyes, candy rolled out of the bushes in the form of a dingy looking homeless child.
…Even if she was homeless, why such a small child was in the forest, and why she captured such a large amount of myogmyogoshugo were problems that were given no thought in this question-filled encounter.
But even if these questions had come to his mind, they would not have mattered to Megzam at the time.
This is candy.
It's a reward for the underlings.
It is a sacrifice that serves as an outlet for violence.
Such a convenient existence rolled out of the bush with perfect timing.
He found himself wanting to offer up prayers of gratitude to Thief God Yabo.
Grinning, Megzam gave his underlings their candy.
That is, he gave the following instruction.
"Kill to your hearts’ content."
◇◇◇◇
"Kill to your hearts’ content," said the beaded man who smelled like garbage.
"Eh?"
"Can, can we really!?"
The square-faced man and the slender-faced man, who also stink like garbage, ask while a joyful expression oozes onto their confused faces.
"Yeah, have I ever lied to you guys?"
""No! Never!""
They converse lightheartedly.
Is it normal to be so happy when told you’re free to kill someone.
Aah, did they become bandits because they weren’t normal?
"On that note. Behave yourself… Don't act up too much? Brat."
The square-faced man approaches with a smile.
"…Ah!? Oi, Tappa! Isn’t this one a woman!?"
The slender-faced man raises a delighted voice on noticing my gender.
Gross.
I’ll admit that I’m a beautiful young girl, but I’m still a five-year-old child, right?
As long as it’s a female it’s fine?
Perverts.
These people are scum.
From now on, they are Scum A and Scum B.
Scum A and Scum B step closer.
"Oioi… stop spacing out. Cry or scream a little. You’re no fun."
"She really is an expressionless brat. She’s so scared she went crazy, right? Heheh."
Frivolous laughter masks the crackling fire.
The scums’ boss in the back… The Scum Boss is standing still with his arms folded.
…Thinking back, this is the first time I’ve been faced with clear killing intent from another sentient being.
Although I thought my past life was pretty terrible, at the very least, it wasn’t an unreasonable society.
No matter how much they hated me, no one thought "I'll kill you" and actually tried to do it.
Being exposed to such killing intent.
I was stunned.
My body unconsciously trembles.
……As if.
I am Emmy-chan, the homeless child, five years old, and I haven’t lived in such a sweet and carefree world to be scared by something like that.
Survival is an exchange of lives every day, killing to live, and dying if you’re not careful.
That’s my way of life.
……These scum let their guard down.
You’ll realize your arrogance.
Let me show you. My will to live!
You guys are trying to reap my life.
……If so, prepare yourselves!!
