Encrid gathered the dead bodies in one place and waited for the patrol.
âThis is part of the job too.â
He muttered to himself as he handled the corpse of a half-blooded fairy.
As he fumbled to lift the assassin, a peculiar sensation met his fingertips.
It was near the chest. As he followed the sensation with his fingers, it extended to the side.
When he opened the cloak, he saw a sheath for whistling knives strapped to the body. Inside were four remaining whistling knives. These were not common items.
âI almost forgot.â
They are excellent weapons.
He had just learned how to throw them.
Having them would prove useful. He had experienced the power of the whistling knives firsthand.
He took the sheath with the knives and, while he was at it, thoroughly searched the othersâ belongings, picking up some Krona and other valuables.
Besides the whistling knives, there was a pouch containing some powder and other unknown items.
It emitted a peculiar smell that suggested it should not be handled carelessly.
If it was a poison that could be absorbed through contact, there would be no immediate antidote available.
Moreover, he was already averse to using poison, making this item all the more burdensome.
Encrid left the poison pouch behind.
Later, it was no surprise that the patrol who discovered Encrid was utterly shocked.
After all, the Troublemaker Squad Leader, who had disappeared during duty hours, suddenly reappeared with five corpses.
âWhat is this!â
At first, they were so startled that they pointed their spears at him.
âSpies.â
Encrid explained briefly. It was enough.
âI recognize this guy. He came in four days ago, claiming to be a peddlerâs errand boy.â
One of the patrol soldiers, holding a crossbow, pointed at one of the dead men.
A peddler, meaning a merchant carrying goods that could be slung over the shoulder and moved around.
It was a suitable disguise.
âDidnât you check his identification badge?â
âWe did, it was well-crafted.â
A meticulously forged identification badge.
Could such things be made so commonly?
Probably not.
Afterward, one of the soldiers, using the tip of his spear, searched the belongings of the half-blooded fairy and grimaced at the sight of a head-split corpse.
While Encrid stood waiting on one side, the 4th Company Commander, a Fairy, appeared.
She inspected the dead assassinâs belongings and soon spoke.
âHe carried poison. He indeed was an assassin.â
After inspecting not just the poison but also the body shape, they reached their conclusion.
Encrid calmly explained the presence of the assassin.
And that was the end of it.
Throughout the wait, the patrol soldiers gave him suspicious looks, but the misunderstanding was brief.
âYou took down five? One of them seemed to be quite skilled.â
âThese three are Jack, Bo, and Rotten.â
One of the patrol soldiers spoke up. Jack was good with a spear, Bo was agile, and Rotten was regarded as a formidable warrior among the soldiers.
Three such soldiers, a half-blooded fairy assassin, and a soldier with a crossbow.
He faced all of them and wasnât severely injured.
Just a few scratches.
ââŠBy yourself?â
A patrol soldier asked, forgetting the presence of the Company Commander beside him.
He was that surprised.
âSomehow.â
Encrid replied and looked at the Company Commander. The Fairy Company Commander said nothing. Her expression didnât change.
She just stared at Encrid with her usual jewel-like green eyes.
âUnderstood. Return to your post.â
âYes.â
He saluted and turned to leave. As Encrid walked away, the Fairy Company Commander spoke.
âYou left your post, so youâll have to make up for it later.â
A strict remark.
To think she would bring up leaving the post in this situation.
The three patrol soldiers exchanged glances. Encrid, on the other hand, silently nodded.
âYes, understood.â
The Company Commander is a superior. Arguing would only be a waste of breath.
There are those who strictly adhere to military laws and regulations within the unit.
The Fairy Company Commander didnât seem like that type, butâŠ
When she says something like that, itâs a subordinateâs duty to comply.
No point in resisting.
âThen.â
Encrid finally walked away from the scene.
Two days later, two border guards came looking for Encrid again.
Inspecting scenes within the city fell to the border guards, so they were there to investigate.
Encrid cooperated fully.
âThey attacked suddenly.â
âDid you leave your post knowing something?â
âNo, I didnât. The two seemed strange, but I just wanted some fresh air.â
âLeaving your post ended up uncovering spies? These two seemed to be killed in one strike?â
âThey attacked outright.â
âBut you managed to subdue them without getting injured?â
The questions from the two border guards were sharper than expected, but Encrid remained calm.
Since he was the only one who survived among those who had directly encountered the assassins, it was understandable.
âYes, I was lucky.â
âIf youâre lucky twice, you could bring down a wall. It means there was that much difference in skill.â
One of them made a half-hearted joke.
They werenât doubting Encrid. It would be ridiculous to suspect the person who had been ambushed.
Moreover, the border guards had already conducted a thorough background check on Encrid.
This was done when they tried to recruit him to their unit.
âYouâve done well.â
âI heard you got promoted? Congratulations.â
âYes, thank you.â
Both were of higher rank than him. The ranks within the border guard were originally like that.
âYou really donât want to join us? Itâs a shame, with your skills.â
As they finished the investigation and were about to leave, the short-haired guard spoke.
âNo.â
His curt response left them speechless.
âOh, alright.â
Encrid returned to his quarters.
As he opened the door, something suddenly dropped from above his right side. He instinctively dodged to the side. After dodging, he lowered himself further and rolled. He barely managed to avoid it, and some of his hair got cut off.
Barely avoiding the incoming object, he looked to see what it was.
âOh, you passed the ambush test!â
Rem was grinning and speaking. The culprit was the axe Rem had swung.
âRem, you crazy bastard.â
It was enough to make him curse.
Encridâs cut hair floated down gently.
Had he been a bit slower, the axe would have left a mark somewhere on his neck.
A bleeding mark, a scar.
âDonât worry. I only intended to cut a bit of your hair even if you didnât dodge.â
âDonât even talk.â
There are many madmen in this world, but a few of the truly insane ones were in his squad.
Encrid had realized this long ago, so he wasnât even angry.
âWith assassins coming after you, itâs time to learn how to avoid ambushes, donât you think?â
âNice excuse.â
Encrid shook his head.
âI think itâs time to cut your hair, isnât it?â Rem said casually.
It was indeed time to trim his hair. His bangs were starting to obscure his vision.
When he faced the half-blooded fairy, he had been in a state of heightened concentration and was too focused on his tactics to notice, but now it was becoming a nuisance in daily life.
âPlease do it.â Encrid said. It wasnât Rem who stepped forward, but Krais.
âAlright.â
Krais was surprisingly good with his hands.
While the others could handle swords and axes skillfully, they would make a mess of someoneâs hair.
âIâll trim the bangs a bit shorter and tidy up the rest.â Krais said.
His tools were a short knife, scissors, and a horn comb.
âThatâll be ten coins.â
âThatâs expensive.â
âMy skills have improved. If you donât like it, you can go to the city barber.â
He didnât want that. The barbers in the city were expensive and less skilled than Rem.
There was no reason to pay double the price.
Instead, city barbers were better known for their wound care, attracting injured people more than those seeking a haircut.
âAlright, letâs start.â
Snip, snip.
The sound of cutting hair soon reached his ears.
He sat in a chair right in front of the barracks entrance. White snowflakes began to fall from above.
Rem, who was watching, grumbled.
âLooks like devilâs dandruff.â
When it snowed, theyâd be busy clearing the training grounds and drainage ditches for a while.
It was a task that fell to everyone equally.
Neither Rem nor Ragna could escape this labor.
If they didnât clear the snow, it would cause a mountain of problems.
âI dislike this.â Ragna said, wrapping his shoulders in a blanket.
âItâs certainly cold.â Jaxon agreed.
âNo matter how much you warm your body, this kind of cold is hard to bear, brother.â Audin said, joining them.
Why were they all out here watching?
Although it should feel less cold when it snows, today the temperature has dropped noticeably. Sitting outside made his lips turn blue.
âAh, my hands are trembling. If I make a mistake, I might cut your ear.â Krais said.
Krais, who was cutting his hair, spoke.
âI can hear you.â
âThat means Iâm concentrating.â
Krais warmed his hands with a moderately heated stone and focused on cutting Encridâs hair.
Encrid, watching the falling snow, pondered about the spies.
âHow did they get in?â
The one who came in as a peddler had forged identification papers.
The half-blooded fairy had infiltrated secretly.
The Border Guard city was harder to infiltrate than expected.
Forging identification papers was a serious crime.
Both tasks were not easy to accomplish.
Moreover, it was odd that Jack, Bo, and Rotten had turned into spies.
âWhere did all three come from?â
He felt like he had heard it somewhere.
âYou know the three who died this time?â
Encrid asked. Krais nodded, then realizing he was behind Encrid and not visible, answered.
âYes, I do.â
âDo you know where they were from?â
âJack was caught pickpocketing and was serving his sentence, Bo was guilty of insulting a noble.â
âA decent guy, then.â
Rem commented at the mention of a nobleâ insult, and Encrid chuckled.
âIndeed.â
Rem pretended not to hear, and Krais continued.
âRotten used to be a guard for some merchant guild.â
âWhich guild?â
âIt was a guild that went under a while ago, I think.â
All three had joined around the same time, within a year. Krais, being well-informed, knew a lot.
âIf someone intentionally planted themâŠâ
Forging identification papers, knowledgeable about the cityâs back doors, and familiar with crime.
Could such a group be common? Within the Border Guard, a few places came to mind.
The largest among them.
âThe Thieves Guild.â
Though called a guild, it was essentially a gathering of individuals involved in various crimes.
A year ago, there had been a complete turnover of its members.
He recalled hearing about this somewhere.
When he asked Krais, he confirmed that there were such rumors, but he couldnât dig into the details.
Encridâs gaze shifted to Jaxon.
âDo you know anything about the Thieves Guild?â
It was a direct question. Jaxon silently stared at Encrid.
âWhy are you asking me?â
âBecause you might know.â
The reason was clear.
Starting with learning how to throw knives and honing his senses, Encrid was smart enough to piece things together. Even if there was no explicit intent, he could roughly guess Jaxonâs background.
A thief, an assassin, or a related profession.
Or something similar.
Thatâs why he asked.
Jaxon remained silent for a moment.
Encrid signaled Rem with his eyes to stay silent.
Ragna, as usual, looked on with half-closed eyes.
Audin quietly waited with his hands clasped, seemingly anticipating an answer.
Snip, snip.
Krais broke the silence as he continued trimming Encridâs hair.
âIâd like to know too. Do you think the assassination attempt on the Squad Leader originated from there?â
Krais was perceptive. It was reasonable for those who had directly experienced the situation to have suspicions.
Especially those capable of critical thinking.
Krais was quick-witted. Having lived among the lower classes, he likely knew a lot.
Thus, Encridâs suspicion was justified in Kraisâ view.
Jaxon finally spoke.
Encrid expected him to ask for something in return, but he didnât.
âThere was a turnover about a year ago. I donât know what happened after that. All my connections were cut off.â
It was worth investigating.
Encrid thought so.
âAll done.â
Soon, Krais announced, and as he finished cutting his hair, the snow began to fall heavily.
âAh, I really hate this.â
âSame here.â
âI agree.â
âBrother, it is a trial from the gods.â
âItâs really annoying how much itâs falling.â
These were comments directed at the falling snow, in order, from Rem, Ragna, Jaxon, Audin, and Krais.
Encrid watched them and then spoke.
âIâm thinking of establishing a mission with the authority of a Squad Leader, where we go out immediately instead of clearing the snow.â
At those words, the ears of the five perked up.
Ten eyes looked at Encrid like hungry wolves.
It seemed they would do anything to avoid shoveling snow.
âFirst, I need to get the Company Commanderâs permission.â
Encrid said, brushing the hair off his face.
âGo on, then.â
âWhat are you still doing here?â
âThis way.â
They were all urging him to go quickly. Encrid thought it was best to act while the idea was fresh.
He didnât want to go back to the barracks and be pestered by those intense glares from the five of them.
Encrid, melting the accumulated snow to wash the hair off his face, immediately headed to the Company Commanderâs tent.
âYou got a haircut. But why are you here? Another ambush?â
Was the ambush remark a joke?
The Company Commanderâs words made Encrid hesitate.
âThatâs not it.â
âThen?â
âI suspect the Thieves Guild. I want to investigate.â
The Fairy Company Commander lived alone. She spoke while looking at the falling snow through the window, her hands behind her back.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI want to undertake a mission on my own initiative.â
âHmm.â
The Fairy Company Commander, with her hands still behind her back, asked while looking out the window.
âItâs not just because you donât want to shovel snow, right?â
âThatâs not it.â
It was half the truth, but the other half was also true, so he had no qualms.
âAlright.â
The Fairy Company Commander granted permission.
âYou need to be careful. The criminal guilds in the city are quite adept at working with those above.â
As she spoke, she raised her right index finger to point at the ceiling.
In this military city, there wasnât a mayor but a battalion commander, and the battalion commander wasnât the only authority.
There were also several nobles dispatched from the state to handle administrative duties.
They were the key power figures in the Border Guard.
âIt wonât be good if you fall out of favor with them.â
Politics coming from a Fairyâs mouth felt strange, but Encrid took the advice.
âYes.â
âWhen you leave, avoid the torches and take a wide path around. This is my room. It would be troublesome if a fire broke out.â
There were short torches in the commanderâs quarters, making the air pleasantly warm.
âYes, Iâll be careful.â
Even as he responded, Encrid thought he would never get used to the Fairyâs jokes.
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