The reason the Mohawks were so overexcited was because they saw this as their chance to redeem themselves after a series of failed missions. Mera cackled dryly as she attempted to clear up the obvious misunderstanding arising from their unbridled enthusiasm.
“Don’t worry, huns, they’re healing potions. They’re not harmful in any way,” Mera assured them. “We’re going to give them to anyone who’s sick or injured so that they’ll be taken care of. Is there anything else I should be made aware of? I’m here to make sure you all relocate with peace of mind, so don’t be shy if there’s anything at all you’re worried about. Oh, and by the way, since this is a royal decree, you don’t have the right to refuse the evacuation order, sweethearts.”
The village chief and the other residents were too stunned to say anything. Apparently, they were being offered the most painless and risk-free evacuation order imaginable, and what was more, it was an offer they couldn’t decline, even if they wanted to.
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It only took half a day to tie up all the loose ends, then the entire population of the village translocated to the Great Tower using an SSR Teleportation card. Fast forward to the following day, where Mera and the Mohawks were busy making preparations to engage the incoming demonkin raiders.
“Well, anyway, it looks like I’ll be in charge of taking care of the fields,” Mera said, before chuckling like always. “Or rather, the fake villagers I spawn will do all the work.”
“Right you are,” said one of the Mohawks. “After all, we gotta keep this Human Kingdom armor on at all times, so we can’t be seen outside whenever we got downtime.”
The Mohawks’ main role was to signal to the demon marauders that the Wicked Witch of the Tower was closely allied with the Human Kingdom, but if a demonkin scout were to spot Human Kingdom knights loitering in the village, the raiders would likely exercise more caution than normal. For that reason, the Mohawks would have to conceal themselves and only come out when engaging the demons.
Mera chortled. “I’m more familiar with taking care of livestock. All the animals come from the Great Tower, anyway. Unfortunately, babes, I’ve never worked the fields a single day in my life.”
The villagers had been allowed to take their farm animals with them when they teleported away, so the animals in the village at present had been raised at the Great Tower. The livestock had been replaced in order to fool the demon raiders into thinking the village hadn’t been evacuated. But since there was no way of teleporting farmland, the villagers had been left with no choice but to abandon their fields, with only defenders inexperienced at farmwork around to tend to them. If the worst were to happen to the crops, Mera had already promised the village chief that the Great Tower would purchase their yields at whatever price the villagers asked for them. And if that weren’t enough, the tower would fully compensate the villagers.
“We ain’t never worked a farm neither,” another Mohawk piped up. “Might be worth getting someone on Telepathy who can tell ya the ins and outs of it.”
Mera cackled. “That’s not a bad idea, actually. A lot better than just plowing ahead and damaging the crops because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. That would just be throwing mud in master’s face.”
Light had given his personal guarantee that all of the villagers’ properties would be safeguarded, so allowing the crops to spoil would be a bad look, regardless of whether the farmers would be compensated for it. For that reason, Mera had taken it upon herself to volunteer to look after the fields.
Mera chuckled again. “After all, this is all for master’s sake, huns.”
“Damn straight!” the Mohawk leader agreed. “We’re gonna go to the mat on this mission too, even if it means our ’dos get all messed up!”
The knight armor the Mohawks had been assigned to wear also came with helmets which squashed the trademark hairstyle they were so proud of, but they were willing to put up with the inconvenience to serve their beloved dungeon lord.
Mera nodded in approval at the Mohawks’ fealty to Light, the strength of which matched her own loyalty. “I know I can count on you, sweeties. Let’s reel in those demon dumbasses and make this mission a success for master!”
The Mohawks all roared in agreement, their voices ringing out high into the air above them. They firmly believed that every breath they took was for the greater good of Light. Meanwhile, the evacuated villagers were settling into their new lives at the Great Tower.
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Once the villagers had teleported to the tower, a fairy maid escorted the new arrivals to a grazing area that had been recently cleared on the outskirts of Tower City.
“And these facilities come with the field,” the fairy maid said, indicating the buildings dotted around the large, flattened area.
“Wh-What a huge pasture!” one of the villagers exclaimed. Indeed, the space they were being given was large enough to fit all of the farm animals they had brought with them, plus a load of buildings and other structures where the livestock could shelter. Fencing ringed the wide-open space to make sure that none of the animals could wander off, and magic had been used to grow the grass to a suitable grazing length.
The fairy maids had known that the villagers would be bringing their livestock with them, so they had taken great pains to set up a pasture that would meet their needs. In fact, the animals had already been relocated to the fields, and they were presently milling around, chewing the cud.
“We’re aware the grazing area is close to the forest, but the Great Witch has used her powers to put up a force field that will protect your livestock from any monster attacks,” the fairy maid explained. “And just to make extra sure, we fairy maids conduct patrols morning, noon, and night, so there is no need to be concerned about their safety.”