“Sir Crow, Captain Blackmore has ordered me to look after you. Please do not hesitate to ask should you need anything,” Fiana said, smiling brightly.
Clearly, she was glad to see some positive change in her daughter!
“In that case, would you mind checking these for me?” I asked, handing her my mission papers. “The captain requested that I report to you when I’d completed my assignment, Commander Fiana.”
“Sure, I’ll take these, then. Let’s see here...” she began, looking over the files. Her eyes widened in shock. “Wait, what?!”
Miss Tiana, who stood next to her, seemed startled that “mama” had raised her voice.
“S-Sir Crow, you received these missions three days ago, correct? And you’ve already completed them all?!” A number of papers dropped from the commander’s trembling hands.
The various documents noted results that far exceeded the requested number of kills:
Subjugation of cunning humanoid aetherborn: 324/100
Subjugation of swift, four-legged animalistic aetherborn: 215/100
Subjugation of plantlike aetherborn masquerading as nature: 156/100
Subjugation of fast-reproducing insectoid aetherborn: 413/200
Catching sight of these numbers, Miss Tiana let out a loud yelp.
“Whaaat?” she exclaimed, incredulous. “What the heck? Wait, does this mean that the reason why we haven’t had many aetherborn around is...”
“You, Sir Crow,” Fiana said, finishing her sentence for her.
Mother and daughter stood dumbfounded. I, on the other hand, didn’t really see a reason to be that proud.
It’s not like I did it because I wanted to! Muramasa just ran rampant!
I didn’t want to think about the last few days anymore, what with all my cursed arms squealing about their favorite foods while forcing me into battle. Except for Arash, I guess, who—despite not eating anything—just egged me on like “FIGHT! FIGHT!” because it wanted to watch me die.
What kind of high-grade jackass weapon wants to make its wielder commit suicide after using it, just because it enjoys watching them die on the battlefield? What the hell?!
Thanks to all that, I had barely gotten any sleep lately, and my face probably looked even more sour than usual.
Can’t even sleep unless all the cursed arms are satisfied. Really cool.
It was like I was a single parent to a bunch of awful kids, and I was sick of it. My rage toward Muramasa—who had caused this situation in the first place—boiled anew.
I couldn’t tell them that was why I was struggling, though, so back to sharp-faced Condemner mode I went.
“Requested kill counts mean nothing to me. I see evil, I destroy it. That’s my personal code.”
The pair of -Anas stared at me, wide-eyed. I figured that ought to have dispelled any bad impression they had of me. They now knew me as Crow, the highly motivated and eager newcomer who exceeded societal expectations.
Finally, I placed the stupidly huge bag I’d been carrying before Commander Fiana.
“These are the aetherborn parts I was ordered to collect. Please confirm that they’re all accounted for,” I requested.
“V-Very well,” she replied. “Now then, Sir Crow, our division has lodging rooms. You should get some rest.”
“Thank you very much,” I said, briskly bowing my head before excusing myself from the commander’s office.
Man, I hadn’t slept in a bed in so long! I couldn’t wait!