“There is only one problem. That would be the meat.”
“Which means?”
Gustav’s face was dark as he looked at Caspond.
“A portion of the meat looks like it came from humans. That conclusion came from looking at its shape and we’re not certain about it. Maybe we could tell if we ate it, but I’d rather not sample it, if you don’t mind.”
“How much meat are we talking about here?”
Siliaco had a disgusted look on his face.
“Many demihumans eat meat, so there was a lot of it. At a glance, it seems like half of the rations they brought were meat.”
“What!? Half of the rations for an army of 40,000 troops is meat?”
Hypothetically, if a demihuman ate a kilogram of meat a day, that would make 40 tons. If they had enough for two weeks, that would be 560 tons. In that case — the Prince grabbed his face.
“…How much of that is human meat?”
“We don’t know. Checking each and every piece would take a lot of time, and if they aren’t in their original shapes…”
“It would be a shame to pointlessly discard food when the future seems grim. I would like to separate the human meat from the other meat… Priest Naranho, can your spells do anything on that front?”
“My apologies, Prince. We cannot do something like that. I feel my colleagues among the paladins should be the same way.”
Caspond saw Gustav nod and sighed deeply.
“So magic can’t do everything huh? How about having the captive demihumans eat it to find out?”
“We should let the dead rest in peace. If there’s human meat, we ought to return it to the earth.”
“Exactly, Captain Custodio… what do you think, Vice-Captain Montagnes?”
“Yes, I agree with the Captain. I feel that no matter what, we won’t have enough time to investigate each and every barrel of meat. We ought to use our time and effort on other areas.”
“I see… very well, I understand. So with regards to the demihuman meat, we’ll dispose of everything that looks questionable. In that case how about the demihumans’ arms and armor?”
The Sorcerer King had also handed them over for free, but he had also said that that he would be expecting something in gratitude, so they would have to hand over the appropriate items if the time came.
If they could defeat Jaldabaoth or take back the Royal Capital, Caspond planned to announce to the people that he would be handing the nation’s riches over to the Sorcerous Kingdom.
“Firstly, recovering the equipment from the demihumans and burying the corpses will need time, therefore we won’t even have time to check their quality… Priest-dono, if any undead spring up here, will they become the Sorcerer King’s minions?”
Undead spawned easily in places where many people died. A place where more than 10,000 demihumans had died fit perfectly.
Upon being addressed, a profoundly distressed look appeared on Siliaco’s face.
“I do not know. I truly do not know. But anything could happen, so we ought to deal with the bodies and sanctify the land as soon as possible. I would like to rely on our strength alone for that, but we simply cannot manage that way, so I would like to get some help from the paladins.”
“Ahh, leave it to us. We’re used to dealing with the undead, after all.”
“I’d expect no less from Captain Remedios, it puts my heart at ease… If only the Holy Queen-sama or Kelart-sama were here…”
Everyone fell silent as Siliaco’s words tapered off.
After what seemed like a period of silent prayer, Caspond spoke.
“Ah, something on that point, Vice-Captain Montagnes. The Sorcerer King seems to want to take the magic items back to his nation, so he picked them out first. Of course, he’ll return anything that belongs to the Holy Kingdom.”
“Understood. That said, while we have some knowledge of swords and armor, we’ll have difficulty with other items. If anyone here has knowledge of magical items, I would like them to step up and help.”
“I could help when it comes to items passed down through the royal family. As for religious items, though—” Siliaco nodded as Caspond looked to him. “—In that case, we’ll go get helpers from among the civilians. Still, this was really unexpected. No, we should say it was more than we hoped for. We ought to thank the Sorcerer King’s power for surpassing our expectations.”
Nobody present voiced any objections. Amidst the silence, Caspond spoke again, like he was their representative.
“This city did not fall thanks to the Sorcerer King’s power.”
There was a very audible sound of teeth grinding, and Caspond looked worriedly at Gustav.
“After this, I will need to thank him on behalf of the Holy Kingdom. When the time comes, I hope you will all be present… in any event, being able to draw on the Sorcerer King’s power and achieve victory is a joyous occasion.”
“We did our best too. Don’t forget that.”
Remedios’s words seemed to freeze the air in the room. No, it was two people who had frozen up; Gustav and Siliaco.
Gustav’s mouth opened and closed like a koi. He looked like he had no idea how to apologize for his superior’s outburst.
“…Indeed. Captain Remedios, it is a fact that we would not have won this battle without the fierce resistance that you and the people put up.”
Caspond saw Remedios nod, and then he continued speaking,
“However — it is also a fact that without the Sorcerer King’s help, we would have lost, and it is just as true that he could have won by himself. Am I wrong?”
Remedios savagely ripped off her helmet and flung it at the wall, making a loud bang.
“Your Highness! Did something happen!?”
The door to the room flew open, and the paladins on guard outside rushed in.
“Nothing happened. Continue waiting outside.”
The paladins’ eyes went back and forth between Remedios’s helmet and the look on her face, and they realized what had happened. After indicating that they understood, they quietly left the room.
“Captain Custodio, please do not get worked up. I ask you to be calm.”
“How can I be calm!? Almost everyone I’ve met on the way here was praising him! It’s as though he won the whole thing by himself! Didn’t he only show up halfway? How many people died before he won!? That was a victory paid for by the lives of the people, the paladins, the priests, men, women, elderly, and children!”
Remedios glared at Caspond.
“It’s not true that he won by himself!”
“Captain!”
Gustav could no longer hide his fear at the way Remedios was acting in front of the prince. Remedios had never been one for thinking, but at the very least she was smart enough to know who was her superior. However, things were different now — she seemed like a pain-maddened beast.
“That bony bastard was flying around in the sky when it was all over to show himself off! Is war a game to him!?”
“…Captain Custodio, it seems witnessing the deaths of so many of the smallfolk has upset you. Would you like to take a rest?”
In response to Caspond’s mature answer, Gustav shot the man a grateful look.
“Before that, there’s one thing I’ve been thinking of. I’m sure Jaldabaoth and the Sorcerer King are in league with each other.”
The three people other than Remedios looked at each other.
“Do you have a single fact to back that up, Captain-dono?”
Siliaco looked coolly at Remedios. If one looked calmly at what she had done until now, she was clearly saying that because she hated the Sorcerer King and wanted to bring him down. Now was not the time to let one’s personal preferences dictate one’s decisions.
“Isn’t he the only one gaining from this? Both the demihumans and the people of the Holy Kingdom are dead. He — the Sorcerous Kingdom is wearing away at our fighting strength in order to someday take control of the nation and the hills! That’s why he came here!”