Strongest Swordman’s Re:START

he didn’t press the issue further.
If he had pressed it any farther, Merc would have been unable to escape.
Fortunately, she managed to avoid the bullet this time.

C-Calm down, me.
Estert was the one who slaughtered the bandits who assaulted the village when I was eight.
It wasn’t me.
I mean, it was me, but it wasn’t Merc…

There were instances like these, when Merc couldn’t tell the difference between her memories of her life as Estert and those of her life as Merc.
She had made a number of dubious statements in the past, but she had never been caught.
Mostly due to her good luck.

Merc thought that she wouldn’t be bothered if someone found out.
It would merely add to the confusion because no one would believe her.
However, after some further consideration, Merc changed her opinion.

It was frightening to consider what people might say if they found out that a middle-aged man resurrected in the body of a young female elf.
She’d almost certainly be labeled a pervert, and her reputation would be tarnished.
She couldn’t let that happen no matter what.

“S-Sis.
L-Let’s go and win the contest.”
“Y-Yea.”

Merc and Law continued their quest through the forest after the blue bird’s blood had virtually left its corpse.

After a short walk, a Belbit emerged from the thicket in front of them, signaling that their next prey had been decided.

“Law.
Could you hold on to the bird for a bit?”
“Huh? But wasn’t it you, Sis, who warned big brother Ganan about the Belbits?”
“Yes.
Even if they’re weak they are still a type of Magic Beast.
They’re not the kind of opponent a kid who hasn’t had any training should face.
However, because I’ve previously gone through a rigorous training program, I’ll be fine.”
“… T-That’s your reason?”

Merc didn’t waste any more time attempting to persuade Law.
She simply handed him the bird and took a stance with her wooden stick.
She had resolved not to use her knife after the case with the bird flashed across her thoughts.

“Here I come!”
“BUU!”

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The Belbit attempted to flee as soon as it noticed Merc.
Merc, on the other hand, was quicker, and when she caught up, she raised the wooden stick above her head and swung it down.

She severed the Belbit’s Mana horn with a single slash, and the wretched Magic Beast flopped down with its eyes still wide.

“Did you kill it?”
“No.
I held back so it should still be alive.
It just passed out.”
“Why didn’t you kill it?”
“Because its meat will turn bad.
Only kill it as you’re about to drain its blood, or just a bit before that.”
“… Oh!”

After Merc responded to Law’s intrigued question, she stuffed the broken Belbit’s horn into her bag and knotted the rabbit’s body so it couldn’t move.

It wouldn’t matter if the meat was nice or awful if she simply thought about the competition; nevertheless, thinking that way felt too selfish for Merc.

If she was going to slaughter a living creature, she owed it to the prey to consume it in its best.
That was Merc’s belief, and she vowed to bring it back alive, even if it meant causing her some trouble.

“Well then, just one more left.
Let’s wrap this up and go back.
We’ll have a feast tonight.”
“Okay.”

Law’s face lit up as he imagined tonight’s dinner.
He was probably also becoming accustomed to the smell of fresh blood.

Merc and Law resumed their hunt with both the blue bird and Belbit perched on her shoulder.

It had only been less than thirty minutes since the hunting contest began.