Life as an Adventurer with the Banished Marquis' Daughter - Chapter 25: The Banished Marquis' Daughter is Strong, Part 1

Chapter 25: The Banished Marquis’ Daughter is Strong, Part 1

“What are you talking?” That question was clearly written on her face.

Of course, it was on the face of the sister. 

When you think of a church sister, you think of someone who trains in the divine arts of magic day and night as part of their duties. They are usually more skilled in magic than your average adventurer.

Despite the church’s principles causing their offensive magic skills to be less honed, they still possess the magical abilities equivalent to a rank 5 adventurer.

The village chief, knowing that we were rank 1 adventurers, completely doubted our sanity.

The sister told us to run, probably because she couldn’t understand why Erika, an ordinary person despite being armed, would react that way. 

Still, could someone capable of wounding a young church sister really be just anyone?

What was that thing? I wondered as I listened to the monster’s roar again.

“Chief, what’s really been showing up around the village?”

I decided to ask the person who must know.

“What are you talking about?”

Despite hearing the talk about “that thing” right in front of him, he pretended not to know. Well, no matter, I would find out soon enough.

Ignoring the village chief, I approached the sister.

She, unable to grasp the situation, was bewildered by our exchange but quickly composed herself and put on a serious face.

“This is no time for idle talk. Please run immediately. I will buy us some time.”

“Erika.”

“Yes.”

Erika crouched in front of the sister and, ignoring the sister’s shocked expression, abruptly tore a part of her habit. The sister froze in surprise.

“Your broken rib is sticking out of your abdomen.”

“Ugh.”

Not knowing the extent of her own injury, or perhaps choosing not to confirm it, the sister groaned as she realized the severity.

“With this, no matter who the opponent is, you’ll die even if you try to fight.”

“Sister, can you use healing magic?”

“I can use a little healing magic, but… I’m not very good at it.”

The sister, still in pain, managed to look embarrassed. Since the church prioritizes teaching healing magic, it must have been shameful for her to admit she’s not skilled at it.

“I see. Well, use what you can. We are going to defeat this ‘thing’ coming.”

The sister shook her head.

“What are you talking about? Those monsters—”

The sister seemed ready to tell me what the creature was, but she didn’t need to.

I could see it with my own eyes.

“A Golden Ogre.”

When I looked and confirmed the enemy, the sister groaned, not in agreement, but likely in despair that we weren’t running away.

“Hey, you.”

I called out to the coachman, who looked thoroughly annoyed because he couldn’t leave with us blocking the way.

“Tell the villagers who fled not to go too far.”

“What are you saying?”

It was the village chief who said that.

I ignored him and nodded at Erika. 

Somehow, I felt like she understood just with that.

Erika nodded back and slipped her hands under the sister’s arms, ignoring the sister’s confused protests, and helped her sit against a nearby fence.

It must have taken all her strength to even get up from the wagon, so sitting down now would make it hard to stand up again quickly.

I turned to the village chief on purpose.

“Even if it’s not what you planned, we’re going to defeat that thing. We already accepted the request from someone who cares about their father.”

“Don’t blame me. Next time, I’ll make sure to consult before accepting any requests.”

How did the village chief see us?

Rank 1 adventurers who didn’t know their own limits? 

Or two crazy youngsters?

Well, it didn’t matter how we looked to him, since he couldn’t see Erika’s true strength. My body filled with magical energy. I tensed my legs.

“Sister, please wait here. We’ll handle this quickly.”

With Erika’s words as the signal, we dashed off.