Chapter 1 The Executor And The Banishment
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"Adel, as of today, I strip you of your position as the seventh prince! Never show your face in front of me again!"
In a grandly decorated room of the king, my father, King Charles Vandale's words were filled with anger and contempt.
"Why, Father!? So suddenly..."
"Why, you ask? Because of the job you were bestowed. That's the reason, Adel!"
Charles's words did not stop.
The job I was bestowed was not what was wanted, not suitable for the royal family, therefore, I was told to leave.
He spoke with a lot of hate, making strong accusations.
In this world, individuals receive a special power called a "Job" bestowed upon them by the gods.
The Vandale royal family has been known for producing generations of [Sword Saints], possessing the highest-ranking ability within the category of Jobs.
As the seventh prince in the royal lineage, I too was expected by those around me to naturally receive the Sword Saint title, or an equivalent advanced Job.
But even so, what I was bestowed with was...
[Executor]—
That was the name of the job I received, a job with no clear meaning.
Those who received the job would test their abilities by participating in mock battles with the kingdom's soldiers, but my job did not display any abilities during that time.
Seeing that, Charles was deeply disappointed, and I was branded as a failure job holder.
"Traitor tarnishing the royal name," "Useless trash," "Go die in a ditch"—
Those were the words Charles threw at me.
"You are not needed in the glorious future of our Vandale royal family, Adel!"
"...!"
Is the dignity of the royal family more important than your own son?
Or was I only seen as a tool to fulfill my father's ideals?
So, I am no longer needed...?
Such thoughts looped unnecessarily in my head, and despite my protests, I couldn't change the situation.
With a feeling akin to resignation, I bowed my head to my father, Charles Vandale.
"I appreciate everything you've done for me..."
It was a bow to mark the end of my time as royalty.
And then――
When I lifted my head and caught sight of Charles, a strange phenomenon occurred.
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Subject: Charles Vandale
Execution Coefficient: 12,850,904 points
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Those pale blue characters appeared before my eyes.
――What's this...?
It was an intriguing phenomenon, but there was no one to answer my question.
Instead, Charles's cold words were uttered, "Leave quickly."
* * *
Life after exile was harsh.
First, I attempted to register as an adventurer.
At least, I had some pride in my swordsmanship from my time in the palace.
For me, the idea of being an adventurer who solves people's problems while earning a living was very attractive because I couldn't let go of my childish wish to acquire the power to help those in need.
However, that dream did not come true――
Despite the fact that the adventurer's guild should accept anyone regardless of qualifications or background, they refused to accept me.
They said the reason as "those who have committed a crime are an exception," even though I had no idea what they were talking about.
It wasn't until much later that I found out the reason was a "rumor" spread by my father, Charles, out of spite.
It seemed that he had spread baseless rumors like "Adel Vandale pointed a sword at his father and stole a treasure from the Vandale royal family."
Because of this, I couldn't even find labor to earn a day's wage.
Aimless, without any money for travel, I was banished and lost any means to make a living...
――One day, I scavenged for scraps from the garbage dump.
――One day, I hunted monsters and filled my stomach with meat that I wasn't sure if I could eat.
――One day, I quenched my thirst with rainwater.
――One day, due to a drought, I couldn't even find rainwater, so I replenished my fluids by chewing on weeds.
And so, living days far from anything resembling a human life, I came to have a "wish."
"I want the power to break such unreasonable things."
――And then one day, a turning point came.
"Hey, bro. What are you doing in someone else's territory?"
As I was rummaging through leftovers in the back alley garbage dump, three menacing-looking people called out to me.
They had tattoos on their arms that were famous for a certain line of muscles, undoubtedly the mark of a ruthless thief group that carried out acts like pleasure-filled murders and robberies without a second thought.
"You filthy vagrant... I was just getting annoyed. Guys, let's have this guy as a test cut, shall we?"
One of the men said and pulled something out.
It was a sword of magnificent make, not fitting for a thief group.
"This is a treasured sword that was stolen from a nobleman's mansion. It's made of the world's hardest Orichalcum. I think I believe you can easily go to the afterlife with it, so please forgive me."
A man approaches.
Even in my hazy state of mind, a clear premonition of death was felt.
――Am I going to die here...? Without being able to do anything...?
In that way, I don't really know myself whether I was trying to prevent the man from attacking.
I just remember that blue characters appeared and I wished for the power to shatter such unreasonable things.
"N-no..."
The man let out a desperate cry.
Upon looking, the sword that the man was supposed to be holding was shattered to pieces.
"T-the world's hardest Orichalcum sword... how, you... what are you!?"
"...huh?"
Confused by what he was being told, I turned my gaze unsteadily to the man's face.
"R-run! This must be his Job ability! Summoning a weapon to cut Orichalcum is anything but ordinary!"
At that signal, the men scattered like baby spiders.
"What... is...?"
I suddenly realized that something was clenched in my hand.
It was a jet-black scythe.
The weapon that had appeared suddenly exuded a sinister black aura.
Could it be that this scythe had chopped up the sword that the thief had in hand?
――But, where on earth did this massive scythe come from...?
And then, one strange phenomenon after another occurred.
In front of me, who was bewildered, pale blue texts that I had seen when I was banished were displayed.
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Confirmation of execution completion.
Adding execution Coefficient of 5,483 points.
Total execution Coefficient: 5,483 points
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――Two years later――
"――sama... Adele-sama?"
"Mm, oh. It's Maia. Good morning."
When I woke up from my daze, the maid Maia was peering in.
It seems like I must have fallen asleep.
Even though it's been a few years since I was expelled from the royal family, it seems like I still can't forget that time.
"Good morning, or should I say Adel-sama. There are still guests here, you know."
"Well, I don't feel like it. It's warm and nice today."
Maia is puffing up her cheeks deliberately, but even with a slightly childish face, her charm only increases when she does that.
The serving clothes she's wearing suit her well, giving off a refined atmosphere despite her small stature, and her silver hair tied up on the side emphasizes her cuteness.
It's not a bad sight to see when just waking up.
"You look tired. You were working yesterday too, so maybe it's not surprising..."
"Well, yeah..."
This Maia was the girl I met after I was expelled from the royal family.
It was right after I was attacked by a band of thieves.
I can't really sum up how we met in one word, but one thing's for sure: meeting Maia definitely led to the current situation.
Now, she works as the signboard girl at the tavern I manage --the Silver Apple Inn. She also helps out with the "other job."
――Scrape, thud.
Looks like Maia is still the best at waking me up.
I watched the hustle and bustle of the tavern while taking a bite of my favorite apple.
There were only a few customers in our tavern run by Maia and me, but it was running smoothly even when I, the owner, doze off.
...
......
Closing time approached, and the few customers left the tavern with a tipsy feeling.
Finally, the last customer came to the counter to settle the bill.
She was a girl with a refined face, and it felt a bit... no, quite out of place for her to be in a tavern where rugged adventurers often gather.
"Could I have the bill, please?"
"...Mm."
I let out a small sigh as I looked at the coins the girl placed on the counter.
――1 Gold coins, one Golarna coin, twelve Sidney coins, and seven Bros copper coins.
It was an unusual amount of coins for the tavern bill, including even a gold coin.
It was the signal for "work"...
"Please, come to the back room."
"Y-Yes."
I nervously guided the tense girl to the separate room behind the counter.
――Click.
After locking up the tavern, Maia entered the room and gave me a reassuring look, signaling that everything was ready.
Now, it was time for "another job."
I let out a sigh and met the gaze of the girl sitting on the sofa.
Seemingly trying to calm her excited nerves, the girl took a couple of deep breaths before speaking.
"I'm Lilyna Bartley. I've come to ask for your help with an execution."
Lilyna, now serious, locked eyes with me, and I couldn't help but remember a bit of my past.
The world is filled with unreasonableness――
It was something I had come to realize since being banished from the royal palace.
Often, it's people who create unreasonableness.
To put it bluntly, it's because of jerks who only care about their own convenience, without considering others, that unreasonableness exists.
And I know all too well what happens to people exposed to such unreasonableness.
So, I've made a decision.
To run a "revenge agency" that eradicates the unreasonableness created by these jerks.
Some might say, "Revenge solves nothing." They see revenge as a harmful attachment to the past.
But that's not always true, in my opinion.
Many people are currently suffering unreasonableness, being oppressed, yet still struggling. I was once one of them.
For those people, revenge is a way to break free from the chains of unfairness. It's a means and a "wish."
"Please, I beg of you. There's no one else I can rely on anymore. You're the only one who is called the strongest... (Black-Robed Executioner)――"
Lilyna pleads earnestly.
I felt a strong will in her eyes that seemed to want to resist.
――I wonder what kind of jerk I'll be dealing with this time.
And so, I decided to listen to the story of this client.
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