When I Reincarnated I Was a Soldier?!
The Man Known as The Red Grim Reaper
18 – Rescue?
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"Pat, you're overdoing it, see? Even the soldiers are scared?"
Wayne said.
"Huh? At this level? I'm holding back considerably."
"You are!?"
"This was but a minor tryout, don't you think?"
(Compared to what I used to do.)
"I question your mental fortitude, you know? I mean, a lot of people get nervous or unwell after killing someone, but you seem fine, right?"
"Wayne seems fine too, right?"
"Once before, I killed a bandit in my territory. That time I couldn't sleep at night."
"Weaksauce!"
"Really? I'm a weaksauce? Geez…"
"No, no. I was kidding!"
"I mean, how can you be fine?"
"Eh? Because he's a bandit, right? He's trying to kill us, you know? Why do I have to be nervous about killing them? I restrict myself to killing scoundrels and cockroaches."
"You're on the same level as cockroaches…"
It didn’t sound like the kind of story you want to hear in the woods on your way to a bandit hideout, but in Patrick's mind, bandits were treated the same as bugs.
"Is that it?"
I asked the bandit who I was dragging along.
"Yes, that's it."
There was a cave that looked like an abandoned mine.
"All right, my squad and Wayne's platoon will go in. The rest of you check the perimeter for survivors and be on the lookout! Wayne! We're coming in!"
The bandits had prepared candlesticks at the entrance, which I lighted and carried into the cave.
Of course, I had brought the bandit with me, so I let him lead the way inside.
There was a cave branch on the side with some food, but that couldn’t really be called a pantry. Then a weapons storage area, a loot storage area, and finally…
"There they are, three of them, as per our information."
One was an old man of human race, about 70 years old. He had gray hair, blue eyes, and was a little taller than Patrick. The other was a young looking, probably wolf, male of beastman race.
And a human boy, about ten years old.
He had blond hair, shoulder length, and green eyes. Patrick briefly thought that he was a girl, but since the nobleman's clothes he was wearing were for men, he almost judged him to be a boy.
The three of them were observing us.
"I'm Second Lieutenant Patrick Rigsby from the First Royal Army. I have subjugated the bandits, who confessed that they were holding people captive. Having learned of your existence, I have come to provide you protection. I recognize you are a nobleman, and I would like to ask your name."
Patrick said while looking at the gray-haired old man.
"The Royal Army! I thank you! I'm Carlos, this is my escort Mark, and this is the third son of the Marquees, Lord Kevin Dixon.”
Hmm? Dixon? Marquees?
"Ehh—!?"