Chapter 2 – Summoning and Introductions
"Our world teeters on the brink of destruction. Heroes, please lend us your strength."
The men with the sword and the spear began complaining.
"I won't help you."
"Me neither."
"Send us home, will ya?"
"Yeah, this isn't funny!"
They continued ranting on and on.
Surprisingly, the man with the shield stayed silent. Well, I did stay silent as well, so maybe we were both assessing the situation until further notice. Smart guy.
I wanted to see how the robed people would react to such an outburst. I could clearly tell that the men wielding the sword and the spear were quite stupid, or at least just without any common sense. However, if you were kidnapped and brought to god knows where, it would make sense to freak out in this manner. For the time being, only the man with the shield seemed to have some brains.
All they did was continue bowing, waiting for the blabbering to cease. These robed people really did have good temperance.
After even more complaining, the man with the sword yelled out loud, his anger quite literally reaching its breaking point.
"Have you no remorse for summoning us here? Did you stop to consider our feelings?"
I did agree, but no need to babble about it like a heartbroken teen. As I've learned time and time over, its better to keep those negative opinions to yourself. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be good at convincing people at all, which is the main job of an attorney.
The man with the spear also joined in.
"Even if we do help you out and save the world, what will we get? This seems like such a chore, like we're janitors or something. I'm not doing forced labor!"
To be honest, if this really was real and we really were summoned to save the world like in those isekais on TV, I wouldn't mind it at all. My life was so stressful since I had to study all the time, and a nice break would be enjoyable. I don't want a whole hockey roster of a harem or anything, I just want to venture across the land and relax along the way, while fighting monsters and kicking ass. Fun times.
This went on for a bit more. I listened to every word they said, but there was nothing of note other than "Answer us!"
After respectfully bowing for even longer, the complaining ceased. It seemed like the guy with the sword and the guy with the shield ran out of steam, and their voices were hoarse. That's certainly one way to deal with an issue.
The man who was speaking to us peered up, and then offered the two a deal they couldn't refuse. Or could they?
"P-Please, before you decide on anything, we would very much like for you to speak with our king. He will discuss payment and compensation with you in the throne room."
The man with the sword and the man with the spear's eyes lit up, their expressions gleaming in excitement. What an obviously greedy bunch.
You know what, now that they're talking about kings and stuff, I'm way more confident that I have been isekaied. I don't think the king of Norway kidnapped me to his basement in a castle in Bergen to invite me to eat some pickled fish. According to isekai rules, anybody can be isekaied through any way at any time. Hell, even random ass teenagers with no qualifications get isekaied to save the world, and I have more qualifications than most people will ever have in their lifetimes. Not meaning to brag or anything.
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