The Druid Who Devoured the Great Nature

The communication in the area was cut off. A clean snipe followed. Hatig was impressed by Allen’s resourcefulness. In an instant, the eyes and ears of the underboss, who were guarding the outside, were cut off. He could understand why his dazed subordinates were like that. It was a hot and clean job that a mere branch of the Brotherhood couldn’t even dream of.

“Let’s go!”

Hatig shouted loudly, waking up his dazed subordinates. As planned, Allen had created an opportunity in a short time. Now, the rest was their part.

“Who the hell are you!”

As they boldly opened the door and entered the building, a guy shouted. The way he immediately aimed his gun was quite skillful. It meant that they had trained and prepared for an external attack. In a violent organization, the tedious job of guarding the door is the job of the youngest. Even the youngest was at this level; if they had insisted on a frontal confrontation, even if it was a surprise attack, it would not have been easy.

“It’s an enemy attack! They’re at the main gate!”

“What? There was no contact from the watchtower…”

“The watchmen on the spire were the first to be taken down! The communication devices are down in the first place, so how can you wait for contact!”

Hatig poured out his words like a machine gun, pushing the opponent. He made them realize the urgency of the situation so that they couldn’t pay attention to any minor sense of unease. The stiff tone of a different race helped create the atmosphere.

“Grab your tools and come outside! The rest of you, scatter and spread the word verbally!”

Hatig naturally commanded the members and, using the excuse of communication, scattered his own close aides throughout the building. The fact that they were fellow Brotherhood members erased their wariness. Then, as they killed their presence and joined the crowd, the underboss’s subordinates encountered the enemy without realizing the infiltration of outsiders.

“They’re finally crawling out.”

The person who greeted them as they rushed outside was Allen. As if he had been waiting for them, he stood boldly in front of the main gate without hiding his presence.

“One? Is that all?”

“It was definitely an attack…”

The urgent atmosphere that Hatig had created instilled a sense of urgency in the underboss’s subordinates. It made them mistakenly believe that the number of enemies who had invaded was not small, but at least the scale of a conflict. But since the only enemy in sight was one person, they couldn’t help but be inwardly flustered.

“Shut your mouths!”

A man stepped forward and shouted, silencing the commotion. Hatig watched him closely. A murderous gaze, a conspicuously menacing aura. He was presumed to be an executive under the underboss.

“Was it you?”

“I don’t know exactly who you’re talking about, but if you’re looking for the person who caused this commotion, then yes, it was me.”

“You arrogant bastard. Do you know what you’ve just touched?”

“A transportation company called Penicill.”

“Is that all? You clueless idiot…”

“Or do you want an explanation that the underboss of the Brotherhood is the president and his subordinates have taken over the business?”

“……”

“I also know that your name is Jonathan. They say you’re the action leader under the underboss.”

At those words, the atmosphere changed completely. He knew their identities. It was a fact sufficient to tighten the tension that had loosened at the fact that there was only one attacker.

“……You knew all that, and you still came here alone?”

“Think of it the other way.”

Allen aimed his gun. It was a beautiful and flawless shooting posture, so much so that it wouldn’t have been strange if it had been copied directly from a textbook.

“I came alone because I'm enough.”

“Kuk!”

Jonathan’s reaction was faster than the gunshot. He flicked his waist and drew his sword, cutting the bullet in mid-air. His skill was as clean as Allen’s posture. The action leader under the underboss, indeed, his skill was not that of an ordinary Brotherhood member. If it wasn’t for the pretense of not relying on firearms, it meant he was confident in his own skills.

“Not bad.”

Allen muttered teasingly and pulled the trigger repeatedly. On the other hand, Jonathan realized that the opponent was a stronger enemy than he had thought. A tricky shooting skill that aimed for the vitals. It wasn’t an ordinary power. The bullet itself was special, and it probably wasn’t an ordinary pistol either. The weight that hit the blade and reached his hand was closer to a mortar.

He instinctively felt that he had to take some damage to switch to the offensive.

“Heh heh, your arrogant mouthing off is only for a moment.”

But unlike his opponent, Jonathan was not alone. He had his subordinates. A one-sided defense where he couldn’t switch to the offensive. In other words, it also meant that the opponent was tied down by him. Could the enemy really handle his subordinates while keeping him in check?

“Kill him!”

The subordinates who had received the order readjusted their weapons and charged. Jonathan just held his ground firmly in the midst of them.

A bullet aimed at his forehead, he deflected it. A bullet that curved towards his groin was a little dangerous. He felt that the continuous shots aimed at his heart were a last-ditch effort. A gun is a weapon whose limit is determined by the number of bullets, so an opening is bound to be created when reloading. His subordinates would not miss this and would finish him off.

Of course, carelessness was forbidden. The limitation of slow reloading was a drawback that the gunmen themselves knew best. The most representative way to overcome this was to prepare several guns and use them like consumables. That’s why Jonathan did not take his eyes off the opponent’s every move. A sharp gaze watched the opponent, and a sensitive presence covered the front.

“Got you.”

“What…?”

Without knowing that it was the opponent’s scheme.

Jonathan’s head shattered like a watermelon. It was an unexpected blow that he had not prepared for at all. When he was concentrating all his attention on the front, a surprise attack from the rear was something that even a skilled person like him was helpless against.

“Hmm, sweet. That was a good feel.”

Behind the headless corpse of Jonathan stood an orc. Blood dripped from the handaxe he held in his hand. It was clear that Jonathan had been killed by him. But the underboss’s subordinates couldn’t accept it. They just stood there, as if their heads had malfunctioned.

Because he was a comrade with a Brotherhood tattoo.

“Kill them!”

The orc, Hatig, raised his handaxe high into the air and shouted. His command was the same as Jonathan’s. The result was the complete opposite.

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“Wh-what are you guys doing!”

“They’ve betrayed us! There are traitors who have colluded with the enemy mixed in!”

Internal strife broke out. A Brotherhood member swung his weapon against a fellow Brotherhood member. It was difficult to regain composure in the face of the betrayal of someone they had thought of as a comrade. Moreover, it was a situation where it was even difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

A person with a Brotherhood tattoo swings his weapon at a fellow member. The moment they realized that it was faster to be hostile to everyone rather than trying to distinguish who was an enemy and who was on their side. The battlefield turned into a chaotic mess.

***

“Kehaha!”

Hatig laughed heartily and swung his handaxe. The limbs hit by the axe blade turned into chunks of meat and shattered, and the heads were split in half. Orcs are a race of innate warriors. Although Hatig did not hesitate to use cowardly tricks, his bloodline was still there. Strong physical strength, an eye for the flow of battle, and a direct and elastic movement.

Hatig ran wild like a wolf that had jumped into a flock of sheep.

‘He’s having the time of his life, probably because I gave him a job that suits his aptitude.’

Although I was the one who had instigated the betrayal, it was Hatig’s capability that had led it to success. The acting, the creation of the atmosphere, the timing of the action. There was nothing to find fault with. If there was an expert in betrayal, I would dare to say it was Hatig. It was the Brotherhood’s misfortune and disaster that such a guy was a fellow member.

‘Has the outside been almost cleared?’

The fact that they had started by smashing the head of the commander was the main reason. With the commander gone and the chaotic situation of internal strife created, no one could regain their senses. Although each of the underboss’s subordinates was not bad in terms of skill, they couldn’t display their full capabilities in a chaotic battle where it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

Since Hatig and I were dealing with the strong opponents, the rest could be handled without any problem even with the lacking skills of the members.

‘What about the inside?’

I moved my gaze from the external battlefield to the inside of the building. The sound of weapons clashing, screams, shouts, and explosions rang out loudly. Thanks to the numerous windows, the scene of the battle inside could be seen clearly. The inside of the building was as chaotic as the external battlefield. However, compared to this side, which was almost cleared, that side was in full swing.

It even seemed like they were being pushed back. That tendency became more pronounced as they went up to the upper floors. It was probably being commanded by an executive under the underboss, like Jonathan.

‘Is this as far as the advantage gained by a moment’s wit goes?’

I hadn’t expected to be able to finish off the enemy with just this kind of trick anyway. It was a scheme devised to overcome a disadvantage. I had killed the action leader under the underboss and had smashed the strike team. It was a pity, but it was a satisfactory result.

‘If they’ve been pushed back this far, they’ll have no choice but to show themselves soon.’

The damage they had suffered was too great to just leave it to their subordinates. If they were preparing for a direct deal with Councilor Sorbet here, they wouldn’t be able to just watch. They wouldn’t want any noise to arise before a deal with a powerful person. If the goods were damaged, the loss would be immense.

If the underboss was here, he had no choice but to show himself.

The sound of static footsteps pierced through the noise of the fierce battle and reached my ears. I felt a gaze on me. I raised my head. Up, and further up. Above the huge clock on the wall, at the top of the main building.

Under the dome-shaped round roof, a man was looking down.

“I’ve received the report.”

It was a low voice. A slicked-back all-back hairstyle, a tight-fitting suit that revealed the outline of his muscles, and a luxurious watch on one wrist.

“They said it was a single contractor who ruined the deal of Branch 52.”

On the fingers that rested on the fence, rings were fitted without any gaps. Gold ones, silver ones, ones with jewels. There was not a single item that did not look valuable.

“Contractor Allen, they say you’re called the rising star of District 4. I know you’ve built a reputation by succeeding in several major requests.”

As the sunlight shone down, his face flashed like a light. The piercings on his ears, nose, and lips reflected the light. How much would the accessories he was wearing all over his body cost? It was a state of adornment that was not enough to be called a walking gold bar.

“I thought you were interfering with our work with the Public Security Bureau as your backer… but it seems I was mistaken.”

Despite his neat suit, the impression he gave was more sinister than the stability or dignity of a successful businessman. Excessive adornment. I was reminded of a gangster who had started a business to leave the organization and go into the open. In reality, there wasn’t much difference. The underboss of the Brotherhood, Taser Gale, and the president of the transportation company called Penicill, was him.

I leisurely received his words.

“Why do you think so?”

“The Public Security Bureau can’t move now. The same goes for Councilor Giselle, who is under political attack from Councilor Sorbet. It means you are here of your own will.”

“That’s right. But there’s no prize. You guessed it too late.”

“It was because the Public Security Bureau’s security officer got involved. I thought Councilor Sorbet was just being stubborn to cover up his own mistake, but I didn’t know it was true. Fortunately for you, it was a remarkable coincidence.”

“Let me give you a piece of advice since we’ve just met. They say you can’t grow if you only talk about coincidences when things are disadvantageous for you.”

“If it wasn’t a coincidence… it means someone intended it.”

“Now you must know who that ‘someone’ is.”

“Ha!”

He let out a cry of disbelief and swept his bangs up.

“Why did you do this? I have so many enemies that I can’t seem to guess. I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me.”

He seemed to think that my pointing a sword at him was because of my personal grudge. He was barking up the wrong tree.

“There’s no grudge. This is business too.”

“Business?”

“That ‘item’ that you offered to the high and mighty as a trade item. I’m quite interested in that item.”

A spirit beast. Although I had taken a slight detour, that was the only thing I had been aiming for from the beginning.