My Right Hand Is Too Strong - Chapter 133

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My Right Hand Is Too Strong Episode 133

Episode 133. The Truth of Mae Village

The punch I threw easily shattered the sword Rondel had swung.

Having shattered his sword like that, I looked at Rondel who had retreated far away and asked.

“Isn’t it too much to attack without saying a word?”

“….”

Still no answer.

I clicked my tongue and shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, if you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to until the end. There are ways to force your mouth open.”

With Jini’s help, he’d have no choice but to open his mouth whether he liked it or not.

And he’d only be able to tell the truth at that.

I lifted the corners of my mouth and stomped my foot hard.

[Mist – Shadow]

Black fog swirling and rushing forward.

Rondel should have been bound by the fog without being able to react.

No, he should have been bound.

“What?”

If only he hadn’t dodged the fog with a posture and angle that seemed impossible for a human to achieve.

I looked at Rondel with narrowed eyes.

He wasn’t even wrapping his body in mana.

With his head twisted 90 degrees, he rushed toward me at high speed still without wrapping himself in mana.

‘What is this.’

Whoosh.

Rondel’s fist barely grazed past the side of my head.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Rondel.

I couldn’t feel any mana.

What was happening now was purely Rondel’s own strength.

The problem was.

‘This speed and strength is possible without mana?’

That pure strength was quite unreasonable.

This was speed and strength enough to easily defeat B-rank Hunters who use mana.

I lightly deflected the attack and swung my leg to kick Rondel’s abdomen.

“….”

Rondel crashed through the outer wall.

Sensing dozens of presences beginning to be felt beyond the crumbling building wall, I clicked my tongue and extended my hand.

[Entity ‘Elpinire’ responds to your call.]

[Entity ‘Jini’ responds to your call.]

[Entity ‘Kargon’ responds to your call.]

[Entity ‘Runar’ responds to your call.]

One by one.

Those walking out from beyond the pillars of fog that formed.

I gave them a very simple command.

“Subdue everyone in this area without harming them.”

“Okay.”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

Come to think of it, capturing just one person would be enough, but it’s better to have more insurance.

It wouldn’t be good if something went wrong after rashly killing them all.

Having left the villagers to those three, I turned my head to look at Runar.

“Runar. You have a different mission.”

“Woof?”

“See that house on the hill? Guard the child sleeping there.”

I pointed Runar toward Uno’s house.

Since they’d revealed their true nature like this, Uno might not be safe either.

“Woof!”

Crack.

Runar, transformed into a Lycanthrope, shot forward at high speed.

Watching him run across the rooftops, I walked step by step toward the collapsed wall.

“Hey. I know that someone with that kind of strength wouldn’t die from something like this.”

“….”

“How about opening your mouth soon?”

I think I’ve shown enough of the power gap by now.

I stopped in front of the debris and waited a few seconds, but Rondel still gave no answer.

If he wouldn’t open his mouth even after I showed such mercy, then it couldn’t be helped.

Just as I was about to pull Rondel out from the debris.

“Ma, Master! Wait! Come over here for a moment!”

“…What is it?”

I heard Elpinire’s urgent voice from behind me.

Turning my head, I widened my eyes seeing Elpinire standing under the moonlight.

“Hey, you…!”

Elpinire was standing there holding someone’s torn-off arm.

Below her, someone’s head was rolling around.

I did tell them to subdue, but I also said not to harm them.

Anyone could see that would be fatal.

Just as I was thinking that, I sensed something strange about Elpinire.

“…Why isn’t there any blood on her?”

She had torn off someone’s arm and dropped their head.

Then normally she should be covered in red blood.

But around Elpinire illuminated by moonlight, there wasn’t a trace of red to be found.

Only then did it start to become visible.

Those surrounding Rondel’s house right now.

Every single one of them had unfocused eyes.

“Don’t tell me….”

Trailing off, I hurriedly cleared away the debris.

Rondel lay slumped under the piled debris.

Hastily pulling him out, I had to clamp my mouth shut.

“….”

Rondel’s body lifted up incredibly lightly.

He wasn’t breathing.

His chest wasn’t moving.

I could think he died from my recent attack, but I had a different thought first.

This place was called the Summoner’s Tower.

Naturally, I thought they would use Uno as material for necromancy, but.

“…Ha.”

Ridiculously, it seemed these people were the ones being summoned.

I lifted Rondel’s shirt and let out a helpless laugh.

His torso, hidden by the loose-fitting shirt, was.

“Damn it.”

More than half of it was gone along with old wounds that looked like they’d been mauled by monsters.

I reached out and touched the gaping wound in Rondel’s torso.

They were dried up.

Not even a single drop of blood could be felt from the serious wounds that exposed bone.

“Master. It seems the others are the same as well.”

Kargon, who had grabbed a male villager rushing toward us, spoke calmly while looking at his empty right arm.

“From the looks of it, he seems to have been bitten to death by a violent monster.”

“….”

“From what I can see, it’s been at least several months… It’s curious how they haven’t decomposed.”

Kargon threw the captured villager far away and grabbed another villager with his hand.

I looked at the villagers gradually gathering around Rondel’s house.

No, the undead.

My eyes trembled roughly as I examined them one by one.

“…They were all dead?”

From the moment I first came to the village.

No, from much longer ago than that.

They had all been dead.

Now it made sense.

The feeling that was warm yet chilly that I felt in the village.

The strangeness I had sensed.

And Rondel’s hands that were excessively cold.

Everything was becoming clear.

“…Living up to its name indeed.”

Right.

They had been undead from the beginning.

Puppets moving while dead.

The Summoner’s Tower wasn’t failing to live up to its name.

Rather, it was perfectly living up to its name, which is why I hadn’t noticed.

They were the dead, so no blood flowed, and they maintained that chill.

Then, I recalled the one child who didn’t possess that chill.

“Uno.”

That child I had encountered by chance in the forest.

Uno had definitely bled when he accidentally cut his hand in the kitchen.

Yet I couldn’t see a single drop of red blood from the villagers around here.

‘Is only Uno alive?’

In this village where everyone is dead?

To control the corpses of the dead, there must be a caster.

And now, in this village, there was only one living person.

“….”

My head became complicated.

Could it be that Uno had deceived me?

No, that couldn’t be it.

Uno had been so pure that it couldn’t be called false.

Most importantly, I hadn’t detected even a speck of mana from Uno.

If Uno had been a necromancer, I surely would have detected mana.

“Master. Finished cleaning up.”

Just then, a voice came from behind me.

Turning my head, I looked at the three people who had successfully subdued all the villagers.

They were looking at me with quite disgusted expressions without a single wound on them.

“Master. What the hell is this place? Why are corpses moving?”

“Something… doesn’t feel right.”

Elpinire had a considerably unpleasant expression, perhaps remembering the Tower of Echoes.

And Jini felt repulsed by the very fact that people who had died horribly were still being used.

Unlike those two, Kargon was quietly crossing his arms and bowing his head.

“….”

That was probably his way of paying respects to the dead corpses.

Clicking my tongue and turning my gaze, I carefully seated Rondel, whom I was still holding, in a chair.

Then.

“This is….”

Thud.

A book fell to the floor.

Bending my knee to pick up the book, I furrowed my brow.

“What does it say.”

Turning the pages, I saw handwriting that seemed to be written as essays filling the pages.

The problem was that I couldn’t read Orishion words.

Straightening my bent knee, I looked back and forth between the book and Rondel.

“….”

He was already dead, but he had been the village chief.

If this book was something like a diary that he, as the village chief, had written himself.

Even if it wasn’t a diary, if it contained something about the village.

[3rd Floor]

[Uncovering Mae Village’s Secret]

[Incomplete]

Wouldn’t this be a clue to clear the 3rd floor that still wasn’t completed even after discovering that they were all dead corpses?

My deliberation was brief.

Turning around, I stretched out the book in my hand and spoke confidently.

“Read it for me.”

I can’t read it.

* * *

A field under the high moon.

Elpinire, standing beneath it, let out a deep sigh.

“Do I really have to read this?”

She waved the book in her hand while looking at me.

I shrugged my shoulders lightly toward Elpinire and said.

“Is there anyone else who can read it besides you?”

Though she had improved a lot, Jini didn’t have the ability to read such things.

Kargon just said he didn’t want to do it and pushed it onto Elpinire.

When you don’t want to do something yourself, you have to push it onto someone else.

“…Annoying.”

The problem was there was no one suitable to push it onto.

Elpinire, who had pursed her lips, sat on a rock and cleared her throat toward us before opening the first page of the book.

“Should I start reading then?”

“Yeah.”

Arcke Year 980, December 7th.

I didn’t know until now, but apparently father kept a diary until he passed away.

Honestly, it’s annoying as hell, but since I’ve become the village chief following father, I suppose I have to follow suit.

But I don’t have the confidence to write this every day.

I’ll probably only write a little on special days.

I wonder if I’ll be able to fill this book completely before I die.

“That’s everything written on the first page. Should I keep reading the next pages?”

“Don’t stop, keep reading.”

“Got it, Master.”

Rustle.

Elpinire, who had turned the page, cleared her throat once more and opened her mouth.

“Arcke Calendar Year 981, May 6th.”

The weather is clear today.

If I hang the laundry, it should dry well.

So I helped my wife with the laundry.

My body is quite tired, but I feel satisfied.

“….”

“….”

“…That’s it?”

Elpinire nodded slightly.

Why is this village chief writing a diary when he was told to write a journal?

My forehead suddenly throbs.

Was I wrong to think I could find clues with just one book?

As I let out a deep sigh, Elpinire, who had turned the page, trembled slightly.

“Master. I think this is where it gets real.”

“Hm?”

Arcke Calendar Year 981, June 5th.

Mae Village is located in a remote place, but it’s a good place to live.

There aren’t any particularly strong monsters living nearby, and the land is level.

The only downside is that it’s located on the border between the Kingdom and the Empire.

Perhaps because of this, Mae Village is boring.

To put it nicely, it’s a good place to live, but to put it differently, even when I want to write in my journal, there are no incidents or accidents worth recording.

But today, something a bit unusual happened.

A child came floating down the river that connects to the waterfall of the upper rocky mountain.

How strange.

How on earth did a child come floating down the river?

The child that Airin, who lives near the river, urgently rescued still hasn’t regained consciousness.

Judging by the pulse, the child doesn’t seem to be dead, but I hope the little one wakes up soon.

“Arcke Calendar Year 981, June 8th.”

The little one that Airin picked up finally woke up.

I was a bit surprised because it was the first time I’d seen someone with different colored eyes.

No wait. It was also the first time I’d seen that hair color, wasn’t it?

Anyway, the little one who opened their eyes seems to have no memory at all.

When I asked where they came from, they said they couldn’t remember, and when I asked who their parents were, they said they didn’t know.

So when I asked what their name was, they said they could only remember the word “Uno.”

The child speaking like that seemed as stiff as a doll, which felt a bit eerie.

I was wondering what to do with this little one when Airin suddenly said she would take care of the child for the time being.

Since everyone felt uneasy about the doll-like stiff little one, no one objected.

And so the little one.

No wait, should I call them Uno?

Anyway, that kid decided to stay in the village until their memory returned.

“…is what it says.”

The moment Elpinire finished speaking, my pupils trembled slightly.

I couldn’t help it.

“Uno really did lose her memory.”

But what was written in the journal differed from what Uno had explained.

Uno definitely said that the villagers had picked her up when she was wandering in the forest after losing her memory.

But in the journal, it said that Uno, who had lost her memory, came floating down the river.

There was a difference from that point, but the problem was that wasn’t the end of it.

‘That journal just now.’

In it, a person named ‘Airin’ appeared.

She lived in the house closest to the river.

In other words, it was written that she lived in the house where Uno is currently living.

When Uno met me, she definitely introduced herself as ‘Uno Airin.’

Could all of this really be just a coincidence?

At least I don’t think so.

Swallowing dry saliva, I looked at Elpinire.

Receiving my gaze, she turned the page and opened her mouth.

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