The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I'm a "Farmer", Not a Demon King! ~ - Chapter 316

The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I’m a “Farmer”, Not a Demon King! ~

Chapter 316   Special attack formation

“Do you really need to think so hard? I heard you became stronger because you wanted to protect your family. So, if that’s the case, why hesitate to help your family? Ignore what others think, and just do what you want. Isn’t that the way of life for the fools in this town? The king here is the ultimate selfish one, the Demon King, right? If you call yourself a Demon King, just do what you want without thinking about the consequences. It’s fine to push the troublesome things onto old folks like me or someone like Eddie.”

Carmena, with a gentle smile as if advising me, spoke like that.

If she said it like that, I really felt like it was okay.

Is it okay to rely on others? What I’m going to do from now on is for my own satisfaction. It’s not for the country, not for the town, not for my comrades, just my selfish desire.

To sacrifice the country’s interests for my selfishness is probably wrong.

Still, can I move as I please? Is it okay to fight to help my family?

“Captain, everyone was amazed, but well, the preparations for the special attack are ready.”

“Yeah, I see.”

As I was thinking about that, Eddie, who had gone somewhere, came back panting.

“Well then, let’s go. Granny, if there’s anything you need, just ask. Take whatever you want as a reward; it’s all in our place.”

“I don’t need it. What are you trying to be all cool for, you idiot?”

Why did I ask the old lady? In this case, Edward will probably handle most of the town management and such, so shouldn’t I ask him if I need something?

As I was thinking that, the old lady looked at me and spoke with a smile.

“If you’re going to save the queen and princess, you need a place to escape, right? I’ll prepare that for you, so bring them out of the castle in style, like a Demon King.”

Certainly, even if I bring Mom and Filia out, there won’t be an environment to live in right away. There are safety issues, and it would be too late to think about protection and life after bringing them here.

Edward is probably not perfect in terms of preparing for women; he thinks rationally about those aspects. That’s why Dad asked the old lady. She probably knows more about women than anyone else, and she can prepare anything needed.

“Granny, thank you.”

I said that, expressing my gratitude sincerely while bowing my head, but the old lady shook her head.

“It’s not a big deal, so don’t worry about it. Instead of that, you’re already a king. Instead of saying thank you, isn’t there a more appropriate word when entrusting things to others?”

“…Then, I’ll leave it to you.”

I said that and started walking.

“Oh, Captain. You made it.”

“I never expected you to do something crazy like this again.”

“And this time, the young master is with you. Consider our burden too, will you?”

“…Sorry. It feels like I’m making unreasonable demands again.”

Father and I, having left the meeting, returned to Father’s mansion in Karakas. There, several comrades were already waiting in armed readiness, lightly complaining to Father upon our arrival.

While it’s true that I often say foolish things, this time the words felt more serious, not just a jest, but a reflection of the truly challenging situation.

“No, no, young master! It’s not your fault!”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyone would want to go save their family. I’ll lend a hand with all my might.”

“What the hell are you saying! Don’t blame the young master!”

“Wait! I didn’t mean it that way…”

So, even though I apologized and bowed my head, acknowledging that I was causing them trouble while relying on everyone, their reactions were frantic head-shaking.

Their reactions seemed more joking than usual, but they were likely trying not to show concern. Understanding that, I decided not to say anything more and moved the conversation forward.

“So, in the end, what’s the plan for this special attack?”

Father mentioned having experience with such things when he was a knight, but the specifics weren’t clear.

“These guys will carry us. These guys have been enchanted with strengthening magic, and they’ll run with all their might. When they get tired, they’ll recover and make them run until they can’t run anymore. If they can’t recover anymore, we’ll leave them there. After that, we’ll get off and run on our own feet. That’s the general idea. With this, the distance to the capital should be… well, it’ll probably take a whole day.”

Father said it as if it were nothing, but the content I heard seemed far from sane. When I looked at everyone again, there were various reactions: looking up at the sky, wry smiles, and more.

Well, it makes sense. A day… isn’t the distance from here to the capital something that takes more than a day?

And they’ll carry us? What does that even mean? I can’t imagine the scene at all.

“I have a lot to say about this, but for now… It takes a week on horseback to get to the capital from here, right?”

“That’s if you’re moving on horseback, right? The ones here are relatively high-ranking individuals. They’re definitely faster than horses, you know?”

Well, certainly, if we run, we’ll be much faster than horses or monsters. Father has strength tens of times greater than an ordinary person, and I have abilities about ten times greater. If we run, we can achieve quite a high speed.

But still, this plan sounds quite absurd.

And what does ‘carry us’ mean? That question has not been answered at all.

No, I understand the meaning of the words he’s saying. I understand, but… I still can’t grasp it.

Apparently, they’ve done something like this before, but how did they even come up with such an idea in the first place?

“Leave it to me, young master. We used this method often in the past, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Though it’s been over ten years since we last did it, so there might be some rustiness, but well, please forgive us for that.”

Seemingly sensing my confusion, everyone confidently declared. …It all seems quite strange, but well, if they say this is the fastest method they know, there’s no doubt about it. Anyway, we need to hurry. In that case, I should probably ignore some of the doubts… or should I say, quite a few doubts, and just go along with it.

And so, I agreed to the strategy proposed by my father, and we departed from the town being carried by everyone.

However, how many times has this been now? I feel like we’ve easily reached double digits, but that’s the number of recoveries being performed by the men carrying my father and me.

“Ugh…!”

However, even though it’s called recovery, it’s not infinite. Even with a simple fatigue recovery spell, using it repeatedly takes its toll, and there are limits.

It seemed that the limit had been reached as one of the healing magic users, running alongside us, tripped.

Immediately, another comrade nearby supported him, but it was evident that he couldn’t run properly at the same speed as before.

“Out of magical power?”

“No, not yet. I can still go.”

My father muttered as he observed the situation, but the healing magic user, who almost fell, shook his head in denial.

However, his voice trembled, and even I could tell it was just a bluff.

“If you’re going to act tough, at least stop your voice from trembling, you fool. But, I’ll ask you to endure a bit longer.”

“Leave it to me, Captain.”

Though I thought it was already impossible, my father encouraged him to keep trying, and the man reluctantly agreed, smiling through the pain.

And so, we continued running…

“Sorry. With this… it’s over.”

Recovery was applied faster than the intervals of previous healing spells, and I, questioning this, turned my gaze to the healing mage. He looked noticeably pale.

“Well done.”

My father praised him, and the healing mage looked at me, smiled, and then lost consciousness. I thought it was dangerous, but other comrades quickly supported him, preventing the healing mage from falling.

“We’ll leave his protection to you.”

“Yes, Captain. Please focus only on achieving the goal.”

After exchanging these brief words, the healing mage who had fainted and a few other comrades withdrew from the group.

“Is it okay to leave them behind?”

“We brought them along specifically for their healing abilities. Bringing along someone who can’t use healing magic would just be a burden.”

I asked, concerned about the ones we left behind. We couldn’t see them anymore; we were moving at such a speed. However, not being able to see them made me even more worried. Is it really okay to leave them alone in such a place?

But unlike me, my father didn’t look back, and he spoke without any apparent concern.