So I'm a Snake, Who Cares

Oliver is a skilled hunter.

I’m not sure how strong he is.

But that’s only because this snake’s standards are too high - objectively speaking, he would definitely be considered among the ’strong’.

He could probably handle several ordinary knights by himself.

Looking at that, he clearly wasn’t an ordinary hunter.

He definitely had the feel of a veteran who’d been through thick and thin.

Plus, they said he was from the empire, and he certainly moved around naturally.

’Don’t get too close, be careful.’

I warned Obern.

But there was no problem following at a good distance.

While it might be different on a quiet forest path, this is the most prosperous city on the continent.

Countless people come and go on the streets.

Following from far away, Oliver didn’t seem to think anyone would be tracking him.

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However, he went quite far from the Imperial Bank.

A dark alley that could be called a slum.

What appeared there was a building with a tavern on the first floor and an inn on the second and third floors.

Oliver slipped inside.

We looked up at the sign.

’Lakeside House.’

It means a house by the lake.

For reference, there’s no lake anywhere nearby.

Despite the rather romantic name, it wasn’t a well-maintained building.

Obern waited a moment, then carefully pushed open the dirty door.

Creeak.

Oliver wasn’t on the first floor.

But creaking sounds could be heard from the stairs going up. Oliver seemed to be staying at this inn.

For a moment, Obern lost his way.

’Let’s sit at that bar table.’

We couldn’t know which room Oliver was staying in.

Obern perfectly understood my intention.

"Lodging? Or food?"

The hairy innkeeper who also served as bartender.

"A glass of water."

"..."

The innkeeper handed over a glass of water with a blank expression.

Then held out his hand.

"We’re prepaid here. Two coins."

"Two coins for a glass of water..."

"Don’t you know today’s prices?"

"Won’t you take one coin?"

"What? You..."

The innkeeper who was about to burst out in anger suddenly froze.

Because what Obern handed over wasn’t a coin but one Silver.

The innkeeper’s eyes rolled around.

"That man who went up the stairs just now."

"..."

"He’s a friend you see. Which room is he staying in?"

The innkeeper paused for a moment before speaking.

"I don’t know what kind of vagrant you are, but. With just small change..."

If one Silver wasn’t enough, can’t be helped.

I took out a pile of silver from my spatial storage and placed it on the innkeeper’s still outstretched hand.

The innkeeper was surprised by the amount of Silver, and surprised again seeing me wrapped around Obern’s wrist.

"...Just in case, but. You’re not planning to see blood here, are you?"

Is he asking if we’re going to kill Oliver?

"I promise. We won’t do that."

We’re planning revenge, not murder!

And there are plenty of ways without seeing blood.

"Room 304. The innermost room..."

The innkeeper pocketed the money and went back to wiping glasses.

Obern stood up without even touching the water.

The creaking stairs seemed unavoidable in this old building.

No matter how quietly Obern walked, the floorboards let out small screams.

When we reached the third floor, Room 304 was visible at the end of that corridor.

Did Oliver deliberately choose the innermost room?

’Wait.’

I stopped Obern as he headed for the door.

Then jumped down myself.

’As expected... he set up security.’

A thin thread that would be invisible unless looked at closely was strung at ankle height.

Following where the thread led, there was a tin can tied to it.

It seemed to be a primitive alarm to make noise as a warning.

Ding-

Just then, something like a chime sound came from somewhere.

What could that be when we hadn’t touched anything?

After waiting a moment and confirming nothing happened, I climbed back up Obern’s hand.

’Watch your feet as you go.’

Obern carefully jumped over the thread.

Arriving at the door.

’We’ll force it open and break through.’

Obern nodded.

We don’t know magic for unlocking.

But we did know magic for breaking doorknobs, so just as he was about to create a magic bullet.

Slash!

A sword suddenly thrust through the door.

It stopped precisely in front of Obern’s chest.

"..."

Obern gulped.

If he had tried to break down the door with his body or grabbed the doorknob, his chest would have been pierced.

I turned my head at the noise from behind.

People came rushing up the stairs.

The innkeeper and the idlers who had been drinking beer on the first floor came up holding clubs and swords.

"Hey."

The innkeeper smiled with a slightly tense expression.

"Thanks for the money but."

"...What is this?"

"We run a business of trust. We can’t do business by selling customer information."

Seems even back alley inns have rules they must follow.

Such passionate men.

But that’s that and we must do what we must do.

’Obern.’

’Yes.’

’You handle them.’

Obern didn’t show any unsightly behavior like crying ’Help me!’

’Understood.’

He just nodded and said that.

I jumped off Obern.

At the same time, the innkeeper and customers rushed at Obern.

They didn’t instantly beat Obern to a pulp...

Tsss...

Red magic spheres floating in the air.

No one could charge in pretending not to see those.

"M-Magician..."

Someone shouted.

Obern was a magician even before meeting me.

And now, his skills had improved dramatically after much training compared to before.

He had nothing to fear from street thugs or innkeepers.

Dozens of magic bullets began moving all at once.

Babababam!

With the cheerful impact sounds as background music, I glared at the door.

Firing one magic bullet to break the doorknob.

Then pushing the door open with a bang.

Ping-

As soon as the door opened, a crossbow bolt flew.

I caught it with a snap and crushed it.

Through the open door, my eyes met Oliver’s as he held the crossbow.

His face turned deathly pale.

And as he tried to recklessly throw himself out the open window.

I couldn’t let that happen.

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