Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 133: Suspicion
Musuu Village was bustling with life.
Children ran around carrying toy swords and spears, while the main street was lined with shops selling fresh produce like fruits and meat, along with fabrics and clothing.
Many people moved through the crowded streets.
—This place is busier than I expected.
From outside, one couldn’t have guessed the large population of this village, concealed within its wooden walls.
“This is Musuu Village. It’s livelier than you thought, isn’t it?”
Pallavis, the spearman, remarked with pride, carrying two children on his shoulders.
It was more like a fortified town than a mere village—almost a small city.
“Yes, it’s certainly lively… and also…”
Lucius’s gaze was drawn to the people moving through the streets.
“Are you curious? About the fact that everyone here carries magic weapons?”
“…Yes.”
Many of the townsfolk carried enchanted weapons, most notably magic spears.
In the kingdom, such weapons were rare, but here they seemed common. In this world, with its limited transportation networks, such peculiarities were more frequent. Furthermore, since the republic did not export magical weapons to other countries, they were even more abundant here.
“Hey, Pallavis! Is this a guest of the Sword Corps?”
“Well, if it isn’t Tyros! You’re looking pretty roughed up.”
“When I was his age, wounds like this were just part of the job! Haha!”
As Pallavis passed by, villagers greeted him warmly. He acknowledged them with a polite nod but didn’t linger on any conversation.
Around half of the villagers greeting him wore leather armor, and many bore visible scars.
—Do a lot of these people fight regularly?
“Sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush. Let’s catch up later.”
Pallavis pushed through the crowd, making his way toward the back of the market.
His movements raised some suspicion in Lucius. He noticed Pallavis moving carefully to keep others from seeing the girl on his left shoulder, especially hiding her neck from view.
—Is he concealing the tattoo on her throat?
With this subtle wariness, they continued on through the village.
“This is my place. Anyway, come on inside.”
They arrived at an old, single-story house near the village center. Its architecture was reminiscent of a Western-style from his past life, though it was built with earth walls instead of brick, giving it a rugged appearance.
Following Pallavis’s invitation, Lucius and the others entered the house.
As soon as they stepped inside, a woman in her mid-twenties approached them.
“Tyros! Wake up, will you!”
A woman slaps Tyros, the boy slung over Pallavis’s shoulder, firmly across the face.
“Um…that child has fractured bones. Shouldn’t we focus on treating him first…”
“Oh, bones are nothing to worry about. He’ll be healed by tomorrow.”
The woman faces Lucius, her expression dead serious. Her confidence that the broken bones would heal so quickly seems almost absurd.
—That’s ridiculous.
Without a healing spell, it should take at least one or two months.
“Anushka. Let him rest for today. The real concern is this one.”
Pallavis gently places a young girl, balanced on his left shoulder, onto a chair. Anushka, the woman, fixes her gaze on the girl’s throat, her face tightening in alarm.
“A priestess… and the seventh one, at that.”
The two exchange glances and the atmosphere grows tense.
“We’ll only understand the full situation once Tyros wakes up. Until then, please keep them in the back room.”
Reluctantly, Anushka gathers up both children and carries them into the room.
“Sorry about the chaos. For now, have a seat.”
Pallavis gestures toward a sofa at the back of the room, and Lucius and his companions take seats side by side.
Pallavis sits across from them in a single chair, resting his hand on the massive spear propped against its back.
Now that he looked closely, it was an enormous spear—so long it nearly touched the ceiling, and its blade was thick enough to resemble a sword.
Once settled, Pallavis opens his mouth to speak.
“So, who are you all? What’s your purpose here in the Sanctuary?”
Pallavis’s gaze sharpens, his tone turning menacing, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
Lucius had thought the situation was too smooth to be true and had suspected they’d be questioned sooner or later.
“…From the Holy City.”
“Someone from the Holy City is surprised by their own town? And judging by your expression, it’s the first time you’ve seen martial arts like mine—techniques every holy warrior is trained in.”
Lucius had never heard the term “martial arts,” but he assumed it referred to the high-speed movement techniques Pallavis had displayed earlier.
Lucius assesses the situation carefully, choosing not to respond rashly.
“You’re aware, I hope, that only recognized followers of the Noah faith may enter the Sanctuary? And of what happens to those who break that rule?”
Magic begins to build in Pallavis’s spear. One wrong answer, and a fight would be inevitable.
—What should I say?
Lucius had indeed broken the rule by entering, but it was clear he hadn’t intended to keep secrets at all costs.
Still, escape was uncertain. He didn’t know the extent of Pallavis’s abilities, and fleeing now could make future Sanctuary activities even more difficult.
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As Lucius remains silent, Priena, seated next to him, suddenly speaks up.
“We came from the Kingdom.”
“Priena!?”
Lucius instinctively turns to look at her in surprise.
“For what purpose? Spying, perhaps?”
Pallavis’s gaze hardens, the magic in his spear intensifying.
In response, Priena begins to hum a melody.
A magic circle appears behind her, and a creature—a small, egg-shaped monster with countless arms—manifests.
The monster is drawn into the magic circle, swelling in size at an alarming rate.
A massive monster with a faintly glowing, moon-like skin appeared within the magic circle.
This was a characteristic manifestation of summoned spirits; they could not assume their true forms in the physical realm and required a pocket dimension created by the magic circle to appear in their full form.
Pallavis, the spear-wielder, stared intently at the sight.
“Could it be… an attributeless Ravana?”
—He knows about Priena’s familiar.
He even called its name instantly. This wasn’t mere coincidence.
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“Yes, it’s the spirit that couldn’t be chosen by the kingdom’s priestesses—a pitiful half of myself. Since you know my familiar, you must understand the situation?”
“More or less. If I recall, you’re Soushi Windsor, correct? A high priest lineage in support of Noah, and as a sign of unwavering devotion, whenever twin daughters are born, one contracts with Ravana. I heard something along those lines.”
This wasn’t new to her. The Windsor family had long-standing ties with the Republic. Their lineage, established among the four great noble houses, could be traced back to the Republic’s endorsement at the founding of the kingdom.
“You’re mostly right. You missed one point, though: as the one who’s contracted with Ravana, I am officially a priestess. Any problem with a priestess coming to the Sanctuary?’l”
“…No, none at all. But what about the other two?”
Pallavis cast his gaze on Lucius and Sol in turn.
“Technically, just one. The girl here isn’t even human.”
Priena gestured toward Lucius, introducing him. Though the term ‘non-human’ made his brow twitch, he let it slide, evidently deciding it wasn’t the time to bring it up.
“Is there an entry permit for the bodyguard?”
“No, there isn’t. But I, as a priestess, vouch for her character.”
Priena replied immediately, their gazes locked in a fierce contest.
“Words alone can be twisted. And besides, isn’t it suspicious to keep your face hidden?”
Although she had revealed her familiar, it was understandable that Pallavis would find it hard to trust someone who still kept their identity concealed.
In response, Priena untied the string of her mask. With both hands, she lifted the iron mask.
Beneath it lay a face scarred by severe burns, with no part untouched.
Even Pallavis’s eyes flinched slightly.
“Now do you understand why it’s hidden?”
Pallavis shifted his gaze to Lucius, seeming to register the circumstances.
“Perhaps. But it doesn’t change the fact that Lucius here unlawfully trespassed into the Sanctuary.”
Pallavis stood up, tilting the magic spear he held with his right hand.
Then, he pointed the blade directly at Lucius’s throat.
The blade radiated not only magic power but also an intense emotion.
—Killing intent.
Magic carries spirit, and strong, clear intentions often manifest in it.
The magic spear, though likely inferior to the one Lucius possessed, would still slice through a human neck as if cutting thread.
“Lucius, are you a devout follower of Noah?”