--Did I lose?"
The fake apostle seems to have woken up.
"This is a rope that absorbs magic power right?"
I affirm the fake apostle's question.
Since the soldiers are currently busy dealing with the agents and the male refugees, it's only Sera and me who are in front of the fake apostle.
The refugees who had been treated went back to their location.
"Why were you trying to kill the prince and me?"
"P-prince?"
I crouched down in front of the fake apostle and inquired about the reason.
The fake apostle who realized that they were trying to harm a royalty is panicking noticeably.
Looks like they're unexpectedly someone of lower middle class.
"In-injuring the populace, they can die out for all I care."
Apparently, they decided not to hear it and continue the talk.
"Those people were the ones who kidnapped Silga Kingdom's people and injured the hostages. The prince and his friend only helped their citizens and punished the criminals."
"H-however--th-there shouldn't be any need to kill them."
The fake apostle made a forced excuse to Sera's sound argument.
It seems the fake apostle is poor at debating.
Apparently, they didn't have any ulterior motive, they just jumped out without thinking when they saw militant men killing commoners.
Even if they have Unique Skills, I can't believe they survive this long with such a simplistic thinking.
"Those lizards were clearly stronger than humans."
"Therefore, they should catch the criminals who harmed their citizens without killing them?"
"Th-that's right!"
--Un? The fake apostle said some subtle racial discrimination just now.
The fake apostle agreed to Sera without noticing her cold tone, maybe because Sera looked like she was listening to them.
Sera is kind to the weak, but as a descendant of a Duke house, she's strict to people who disturb order.
"What's the point in that?"
"P-point?"
Sera continued talking to the confused fake apostle.
"Do you know what would happen if they were arrested alive?"
Sera pauses, the fake apostle doesn't speak back.
"Bandits who surrender will end up becoming crime slaves and be forced to work in manual labors, they rarely get executed."
"Th-that's right!"
Sera shuts up the fake apostle who reflexively spoke during her speech with a cold glance.
Sera has completely taken the pace.
"That is only the case if the bandits injured a commoner."
"Just what are? ....Ah."
Apparently, the fake apostle realized what Sera wanted to say.
"People who meant harm toward royalty won't end up just by getting executed. Their whole families will be executed for the crime of treason. In this case, it probably would have applied to the refugees."
Sera might have slightly exaggerated it, but getting all the members executed is a possible discretion of the king.
If I had to say, the stone-throwing at that time would have likely be viewed as a problem, but we can just throw the whole responsibility to the mysterious group [Cannibal Snake] that was the heart of the problem.
"P-people--"
Purple ripples develop on the fake apostle's body.
Oops, please don't rampage in this place.
I could do something about it even if it was a demon lordfication, but I'd like to refrain doing that in a place with this many witnesses.
"--People aren't segmented by class!"
The fake apostle who turned the Thorn Foot rope into salt stood up while saying so.
Objects that have been turned into salt drop down below the fake apostle.
The whirling salt crystals are reflecting the sunlight, glittering.
The too slender upper half of the body is hidden by the flowing purple hair, the lower half of the body is covered by the whirling salt smoke.
I took out a sample of mass-produced mantle from my bag and threw it to the fake apostle.
"--Wear your clothes, you exhibitionist."
It's a naked body of a beautiful girl who will likely drive a certain group of enthusiasts wild, but since it's out of my preferred range, I don't feel happy seeing that.
I'll gladly appreciate it if it's in five years time.
『Wha, who's an exhibitionist--ueee』
The fake apostle who finally noticed her situation holds her body and crouches down.
She hides herself in the mantle I gave while turnig bright red.
It looks like she was really flustered, she said the last line in Japanese.
Apparently she failed to control her skill well when she was cutting the rope, her wig and clothes turned into salt too.
I look at the fake apostle who's a reincarnated person, agents of a mysterious group, and the refugees who have humans supremacy doctrine, in turns.
Let me see, what will be a good middle ground.
I'd like to settle this and quickly get back to the pleasure trip.