Evade The Hero and Flee!

Chapter 302

Side Story – The Memories of a Certain Princess (53)

#68 Their Circumstances: The Circumstances of a Certain Villain

<1st Place: The Imperial Family of the Karan Empire>  

The place at the very top of the list I made was none other than the Karan Empire.  

What list, you ask?

Of course it’s the list of people I absolutely can’t deal with. 

For reference, 2nd place is occupied by Karan Empire nobles, and 3rd place by Karan Empire soldiers.

But I was able to realize that I was still a frog in a well.  

Howling.  

It was an organization known as the strongest of the two empires called the most evil organization on the continent.  

That’s right. Howling is an organization that operates in secret within the Karan Empire.

I’ve lived most of my life only in the Karan Empire. So I didn’t know how wide the world was.  

Or how many crazy things were out there!

And today I realized the world was wide, and I changed who was at the top of my list.   

<1st Place: Religion of Peace  

2nd Place: The Imperial Family of the Karan Empire>

That’s right.  

The Religion of Peace took the 1st place spot, occupied by the Karan Imperial Family with just two people – the Emperor and the Princess – pushing them out to become the number one on my list of those I absolutely can’t deal with!  

“I’m innocent! He’s the bad one!”  

I looked at the saint of the Religion of Peace, gazing at me with a truly wronged expression.  

“I haven’t given up yet! I will reveal your evil tricks and make justice prevail!”  

Look at those eyes filled with conviction.  

The saint who didn’t say anything wrong besides calling me an apostle of evil and an apostle of evil god was clearly a formidable enemy that needed to be nipped in the bud immediately.  

But right now, playing defense rather than attacking was more advantageous.  

“It seems the Saint still does not trust me.”  

Like this.   

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”  

The kindly looking priest starts bowing his head and apologizing to me.   

I took the opportunity while the priest had his head lowered to squeeze my eyes and force out some tears.   

“No, the Saint must have her reasons for doing this. It is all because I am lacking.”  

Since others might see, I lowered my head slightly, squeezing my eyes until they grew moist.  

Forced tears can seem artificial, so the key is to only squeeze until right before the tears flow!  

When I felt my eyes grow moist, I raised my head and gazed at the Saint pleadingly.  

“The Religion of Peace works for the sake of world peace. I can tell without even looking how hard Saint Marinna must work.”  

“Yes, Saint Marinna always works diligently for world peace.”

“This is that work, you fools! So we must capture that man!”  

Craaack!  

The Saint shrieked.  

She was the ultimate Saint with the combat ability of a holy knight.  

Mention a bat and she could thrash holy knights and priests alike.  

Just hearing about her makes you think of an invincible dragon.  

But right now, the Saint couldn’t do anything.  

“It seems you have grown tired from working too hard….”  

“Yes… We should provide assistance so she can rest in that place for a while.”  

That place was also familiar to me. After all, I had stayed there for a few days.  

“Yes. The floor was a bit hard, should I bring in some straw?”  

Thinking about living conditions inside the specially made iron cage carriage, I decided to show some special consideration.   

“I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Hey! Just how long are you planning to lock me up?”  

“Until we arrive at the Temple.”  

“The, the one in the Empire?”

“No. The main branch.”  

“You can’t mean…”  

“Yes. By carriage the whole way.”  

Seeing the saint’s face grow pale white, I felt a refreshing sense of catharsis as if 10 years of constipation was flushed out.  

“But if we go by carriage, it will take almost a month!”

“That’s right. Please rest well for a month.”  

“Wa, wait! What about the bathroom?”  

“Oh, I didn’t think of that….”  

Hope lit up in the Saint’s eyes.  

Having trained in an evil organization and seen many people, including one term as a temporary instructor and one as an official instructor, I could tell.  

That was the look in a person’s eyes when they said they needed to go to the bathroom in order to escape.   

“Oh, the Empire has prepared something for that. Since I stayed there for a few days too.”  

But there’s no way I could let loose the bastard who threw me in jail, no, the bitch who left me out to dry.  

“Go fetch that.”  

“Yes, sir.”

I ordered the soldiers I had prepared in advance to bring me something. They immediately brought me an object.

Clang! Clatter clatter!

I grabbed the object from the soldier and threw it under the carriage. A clear ringing sound echoed out.  

“Th-this is…”

“Ah…This is called a chamber pot, Your Holiness.”  

It was made of iron so it was quite heavy, and it was silver instead of gold, but it was still usable as a chamber pot.

I had already tried using it myself, so I knew there would be no issues.

“Wh-who’s asking like they don’t know what it is?” the saint said, her face flushing red, but her tone changed.  

The power of the chamber pot is impressive. It’s drawing out the saint’s reasoning despite her anger.

“A-are you telling me to use this?”

“Unless you can leave that iron cage… You’ll probably need a chamber pot if you want to stay in there, no?”

“Th-the magical restraints are all filled up, but can’t you at least let me go to the bathroom! Right?!” 

The saint looked at the priest in front of me very desperately, but…

“I’m thankful for the empire’s consideration in preparing this ahead of time… Thank you.” 

The priest in front of me bowed his head to me as if he couldn’t hear the saint’s words.

“P-Priest Hastel!”  

The saint called the priest’s name desperately, but Priest Hastel didn’t seem to hear the saint’s voice.

“With this, even Your Holiness will be able to travel comfortably.”

“To be of help to the Peace Religion which always works for the sake of the world… It’s also an honor for the Empire.”

“Hahaha! I will not forget the Empire’s grace.”  

“It’s not grace. The Empire will always support the Peace Religion.”

Haha! Hohoho!

The priest and I looked at each other and exchanged warm smiles.   

“Why, why is the atmosphere so friendly? Can you not hear me? Did you put some kind of soundproofing spell on the carriage?”

Why wouldn’t it be? This priest wants to leave this place as soon as possible, and I want to send you all off as soon as possible.

Naturally our goals align so we get along well.   

“Well then, we’ll be off…”

“Sorry we can’t go further. We’re in the middle of a war…”

“There’s no need to feel sorry about it. We understand it can’t be helped.”  

“Ah, then… May peace always be with you.”

“Yes. And may the God of Peace’s blessings be with Sir Ast too.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Forgive me, Priest Hastel!”  

“Move out!”

“Priest Hasteeeeel!”

Heeheeheeeee!

The saint’s screams and the horse’s neigh echoed out.   

As I listened to the fading screams of the saint and the carriage getting further away, I truly feel now that it’s over.  

“They left?”

“Yes. They finally left.”

“The Peace Religion, huh…”

Even the princess looked at the retreating carriage with very complicated eyes.  

“While I don’t know much about religion… Surely not all religions are like that.”

“If all denominations were in that kind of state, believing in an evil god would be better.”

“That’s true. I never could have imagined they would drug their own saint.”  

“Right.”

For example, when people go on trips, some may find a place to be noisy while others find it quiet.   

Why is that?

The reason is simple.  

In the former case, they went when noisy people were there. In the latter case, they went when quiet people were there.   

There’s not much difference. After all, all sorts of races tend to live wherever there are people.  

It just happened that the person they met was either ordinary or crazy.   

You don’t judge a group based on a single person.

So if it was only the saint causing a ruckus, I would not have put the Peace Religion at the top of my list of groups I will never deal with again.  

I probably would have just written down Saint of the Peace Religion.

“To think they would give the saint, who even claimed the elf testimony confirmed by the religion was fabricated, water laced with sleeping pills and make her sleep.”

The saint was an individual with outstanding piety and magical power.   

To make someone like that fall asleep in an instant, an exorbitant amount of sleeping pills must have been used without a doubt.

“They wouldn’t usually carry that kind of sleeping pill around… They probably brought it when they went to confirm the elves’ testimonies.”  

“That was an astonishingly swift response.”  

“Which means the religion knew the saint very well.”

No matter how well they know her, the fact that they even considered making the saint ingest sleeping pills in the first place is not normal.

Not only was her ability to actually realize rather than just think, absolutely terrifying.  

Is that all?

Expecting the saint to run away, he even filled her hands and feet with magical restraints.  

“Be careful. If you get caught again next time, you could end up like that.”

“Yes. If I hear that the Peace Religion has appeared nearby, I will do my best to run away.”

I should have known from the moment the saintess experimented on herself as soon as she caught the wooden bat.

Seeing the saint beating the holy knights with the bat and persuading them, and seeing the holy knights taking that saint away, she could be sure.

That they are dangerous guys who will not hesitate to use any means for the peace of the world.

The Peace Religion were fanatics who could charge at any time for Iron, no, for the God of Peace.

The archenemy of me, who came from an evil organization!

“Should I sprinkle some salt…”

“Why? Is salt not expensive?”

“It’s one of the traditions of my hometown. It’s a tradition to sprinkle salt to dispel evil spirits.”

“It’s not an evil spirit, but the God of Peace? And wasn’t your hometown just an ordinary farming village? Was it a village wealthy enough to sprinkle expensive salt?”

It’s possible because it’s the hometown of my previous life, not the level of my old hometown.  

I couldn’t say that, so I had no choice but to gloss over it.

“Sometimes they  sprinkle it, sometimes. Just a little bit.”

“Is that so?”

The princess didn’t seem to doubt it either.

“Thanks to the Religion, work has been delayed… I guess it’s time to get ready now. If it gets too late, the plan could fail.”

The operation was greatly delayed due to the Peace Religion.

General Laiasha (reserved), who makes me wonder what feat he performed against the enemy last night when I wake up in the morning.

If we leave General Laiasha, who provokes such curiosity, alone, he may be killed or dismissed from his position as general before we execute our plan.

That would be tricky.  

No matter how much we’re plucking, the other side is the Kingdom of Merdeah, classified as a military powerhouse.

It was a place with enough power to pose a major threat to the Empire if a decent general was in command.

“Yeah, it’s too late. No matter how much time we needed, I didn’t know how to move the Religion.”

“That’s right.”

I got the answer that the tip was confidential so I didn’t know, but where we would report was obvious.

The Kingdom of Merdeah. 

The Kingdom of Merdeah needed time to find a way to prevent magical bombing.

That’s why they must have poked the Empire without solid evidence.

“Thanks to them, I had a very bad experience.”

“Yeah. Revenge must be taken.”

In order for our revenge, we must hurry up and execute the plan and give the Kingdom of Merdeah a big hit.  

Marquis Religius Ruh Laiasha, General of Merdea Kingdom!

“Your Highness!”

That’s when it happened. The soldier rushed in with an urgent expression.

“Could it be that the enemy attacked?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Could it be… Were they watching the Religion leave?”

As long as the Peace Religion came in, we cannot attack the enemy.

But not being able to attack applies to the enemy as well.

Since the Peace Religion entered our territory, attacking us means attacking the Peace Religion.

“No, that’s not it. The enemy tried to attack even before the Peace Religion left.”

“They’ve gone crazy.”

Attacking even though the Religion was here.

There was no general among the enemies with that kind of guts.  

“…Huh?”

There’s no guts, but there’s one lunatic.

“Could it be… What’s the name of the attacking enemy general?”

“What is it?”

At my trembling voice, the princess sent me a look as if she knew something.

“The enemy general’s name is Religius Ruh Laiasha, the Marquis!”

“No, could it be!”

Even the princess opened her eyes wide in dismay.

Damn it! We’re doomed. He made his move.  

“What, what about the enemy’s damage?”  

“Excuse me?”

“How’s the enemy damage?”

Normally, I would worry about friendly casualties, but this time was different.  

The opponent was Marquis Laiasha.

I had to worry about not the friendly forces but the enemy forces.

And as I expected…

“Ah, there are no friendly casualties. Since they defended well while waiting, they were able to defeat the enemy and gain a great victory. And Marquis Laiasha, who is retreating…

Our candidate for Commander-in-Chief, Marquis Laiasha, was defeated and running around.

“Damn it!”  

“Hurry up and move, Ast!”

Before the plan was even executed, our plan centered around Marquis Laiasha was in danger of dying.

Me and the princess, in a hurry, began to move with all our might to save Marquis Laiasha.

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