Reborn After A Death March

Chapter 7

"To think they would send us some low life as backup," It wasn't the welcome I wanted, but at least they haven't tried to kill us yet. "It's bad enough we have to rely on a kid like you, but I could never trust a demi-human watching my back."

"The army must be really desperate to entrust the two of you with this job," Another person adds. "Just stay in the rear and stay out of our way."

The two of them appear to be nobles from how finely dressed they are. Their clothes may be torn and dirty, but it is still clear they are worth more than most people in this world would earn in a year. If you are wondering how I know that well, it is all thanks to my Estimation skill. The two rude nobles push past us and head to the front of our group.

"If they run into trouble, I won't be helping them," Bunny replies, watching them leave with a glare. Those two are lucky that looks can't kill people.

"They look like the type to run anyway," I whisper, and Bunny nods in agreement.

"You're not wrong," I guess I wasn't quite enough. A fat old man holding a mace in one hand, a broken wooden shield in the other, and a chainmail shirt stretched to its limits around his torso. "Those brats are the first to run. Whenever we got into a fight, those two would hide behind everyone else and then try to claim they fought single-handedly when the battle was over."

"I'm sorry you had to put up with them," The man only smiles at my comment.

"Don't be. I am used to the likes of them," The man chuckles. "My name is Finnley Hall. Owner of Hall's Transport. We transport people, cargo and anything else that isn't illegal. I have experience as a caravan guard from my younger years. I'm in charge here. Now I hope you don't mind me asking, but what kind of skills and experience do you have?"

"I can use the sword, and I have a few years' experience hunting monsters," I lie, but I am surprised by how easily I have fooled him.

"I used to be a warrior for my tribe," Bunny reluctantly admits. "I can hold my own against these monsters."

"Perfect, you two are just what we need down here," Finnley continues to smile. "I hate to agree with those two brats, but it is probably better for you two to be a the rear. There will be less chance of a fatal accident that way."

"Is there anyone back there like them?" I ask.

"Nope," Finnley shakes her head. "Just a foxkin mercenary staying back for the same reason as you two."

After that, we parted ways with Finnley and slowly made our way to the group's rear. Several men and women, some in armour and others in tattered clothes, glare at Bunny, but most ignore us. A few smile at us, but mainly because they have some hidden motive when seeing my magic sword. A merchant was pushy, requesting I sell it to them. A noble young boy demanded I hand it over, only to be put in his place by the soldiers' commander, and a few people tried to take it by force. I really am surprised people would try to rob me in front of so many witnesses.

When we finally reach the back of the group, we nod at the tall foxkin mercenary waiting for us. He is a tall man and is built like a bodybuilder. What I thought was well-maintained steel plat armour covers his body, but on close expectation, I learn through my Appraisal skill the armour is actually mithral. Not only that, but I can tell it has some kind of magical enchantment on it, but my skill level is too low to give me that kind of information. As for his weapon, I can't see any on him, but his armoured knuckles have sharp-looking spikes on them, leading me to believe that he fights unarmed.

"Hey,"

"..." He only stares at me when I greet him.

"It looks like we will be working together,"