Here’s the Mission. Your Mission Is to Burn the Elf Village and Eliminate the Terrorist Leader, Sylphina Bloommarin - Chapter 5

“I have an opening for an escort, would you be willing to work for me?”

I feel like I’ve been half-guided by Sylphy.

With no memory and nowhere to go, I wanted a role for myself.

A role different from that of a brave man given a dubious mission.

“Uhm… Can I stay for now until my memory comes back?”

“Of course. Just don’t shoot me in the back as soon as you get your memory back, okay?”

Seeing Sylphy smiling happily, it seems I was right to break my term of office. She told me not to be paranoid about anything. She said she couldn’t afford to be a babysitter. I guess she meant it when she said she was going to hire me.

“…of course not. I hope we’re not going to be enemies after I get my memory back.”

“I appreciate that. I’m glad you’re from the land of the humans.”

Sylphy looks into my eyes quietly.

“… beautiful eyes. That golden color is quite unique.”

“Is that so…? I wasn’t really aware of it.”

“You don’t even remember what you look like, do you?”

I nodded at her question. I understood that when she told me.

I don’t know what I look like. I don’t remember looking in the mirror.

“… my goodness. You really seem to be seriously ill.

Let’s at least build you a mirror.”

Sylphy said so and drew a circle in the air.

When she turned it around, the circle was a mirror.

“… magic, huh?”

“Yes, it is. The root is usually the power of the elf god.”

“The mirror is a unique one. I’m not sure if my face, or rather my hair and eyes, are unique.”

The color of the eyes was taught by Sylphy, but why is the hair silver?

Did I dye it on purpose? Was it me before I lost my memory?

Or did someone else dye it….?

“…. this is bad. I’m starting to feel embarrassed.”

“Hey, isn’t that what you look like? You should be confident. I like it.”

“Are you sure you like it…?”

Sylphy nodded her head.

“It’s a nice color and your face is not bad to begin with.

The emperor must have liked it. It’s his taste.

– Oh sorry, you don’t remember. Sorry!”

You talk about him as if he were an old friend, the mechanical emperor.

“You know him? The Emperor?”

“Well, I know him well enough that he asked me to mediate the Fourteen Years’ War.

I had to fight him for it, though.”

I wonder if it is better to not ask too many questions.

I feel something sensitive in the air.

“Well, what about your name?”

“What? Name?”

“Well, I don’t want my escort to be called ‘Brave Man. I need a name that is not a role.”

Not a role, a name,…

“Do I need a name?”

“Yes, you need a name. You need a name because I want to call you by your name. I can give you a name if you want.”

Simple answer, but it makes sense.

I am now employed by Sylphy.

If she wants to call me by my name, I have to provide a name.

“….John, the nameless John.”

“That’s a very bold name you’ve got there, John.”

“You don’t like it? But even your employer has no right to ask you to change your name.”

Sylphy laughs at those words.

“Of course. Names are personal things. No one has the right to make you change it.

Besides, a name is all you need. The meaning will naturally follow.

The life you live will give meaning to your name.”

She really speaks with a lot of meaning in every word she says.

I feel that she has a unique weight to her words.

“I’ll be looking forward to working with you from now on, John.”

“…shaking hands?”

“So, John the nameless, but you seem to remember some common sense and knowledge, don’t you?”

I nod at Sylphy’s words and hold her hand.

I feel the cold yet soft palm of her hand, and I find it comforting.

“By the way, what were you going to name me if it wasn’t John?”

“-Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that yet. Anyway, it’s not easy when you hear the word brave.”

Who does the word “brave” refer to?

In Sylphy’s mind, there seemed to be a definite person to whom she was referring.

And at the same time, I knew I didn’t have time to hear it.

“-Come on out. There’s no point in hiding.”

What I felt was a slight discomfort. The shaking of stones mixed in with the familiar sound of the river’s current.

I heard that sound, and after a few thoughts, I looked around.

Then I understood. In this deep evening darkness, there stood a man.

“… Here you are, brave man. This covert coat would work quite well.”

I turn to the man.

As for the distance, it’s just not close enough to close in a single foot, but it’s very close.

It means that the power of the covert coat is real…

“Oh come on, the moment you uncoat the covert, it’s all red. What kind of taste do you have?”

“I was a diversionary unit. Besides, the red color will enhance my military strength.”

A coat that changes color, a diversionary unit, a man who prefers to wear red.

It’s not like my memory came back. But I knew something about it.

The information was still in my head.

“…… are you Major Wallace the Sword Saint?”

“You know me, don’t you? You had blank eyes when you first woke up.”

“I’m afraid I’ve been deprived of my memory. Do you know anything about it?”

The swordsman looks a little surprised at my words.

Looking at his expression, it seems that he is not such a bad guy.

Well, I guess he is not an ally.

“I had heard that they were elite soldiers trained to be brave, but that’s it.

So is it true? That you have amnesia?”

“Yes, it’s true. And they also lied about her being the ringleader of a terrorist organization.”

Wallace nods his head quietly as he hears my words.

I was surprised that his eyes never left us, even when the rain started to fall and it started to be uncomfortable.

“There was certainly a discrepancy with the initial information.

I had also heard it was a terrorist group, but in fact, they were a human trafficking organization.

I didn’t expect them to be traffickers of elven boys and girls.”

Were there any other victims in that village?

Children were being held captive…

“…Did you burn the village? I thought the order was to burn the village.”

“No way. I used fire to cut off the enemy’s retreat, but I couldn’t burn civilians.

Well, I used a hand to help. Thanks to you, I’m the only one who can pursue you.”

Alone? There is certainly no sign of anyone else, but how much of this is true?

“So, Mr. Braveheart, why did you abandon your mission? Why are you with the target?”

“…… Sorry, but I’ve abandoned that code name because I no longer trust the imperial army.”

Hearing this answer, the swordsman’s mouth is hanging out.

I wonder what he is enjoying at all.

No, I think I kind of understand…

“..because you were deprived of your memory, right? Brave man.

So, the witch there had you in her pocket.”

The sword saint’s eyes missed me for a moment. At that moment, I pull out my sword.

But as if to say that he could see that, he pulled it out as well.

“Phew, my brave sir. I have honestly wanted to fight you at least once.

I want to feel the power of the brave men and women trained by the empire.”

The swordman’s sword is illuminated.

His sword is of light, and the rays of the blade take on substance, vaporizing the falling rain.

“Brave man, no, deserter. Let me take you into custody and resist to the fullest.”