Can Someone (Anyone!) Please Turn Off the Auto-Skill Setting?! - Chapter 68
Honestly, it was only after seeing the Ferron family that she remembered her promise to the little demons to deal with the troublesome Ferrons. After all, it was because of that promise that she had become a hero and found herself in this difficult predicament.
The father and son exchanged glances, both tilting their heads in confusion at the same time. The similarity in their expressions made it clear they were related.
“We don’t interact with the little demons,” the father said.
“I’ve never seen a little demons before! Are they really as small as my hand?” the boy asked.
When Nancy told him they were a bit bigger than his hand, the boy’s eyes widened in fascination, making a sound like a curious puppy. As the tension eased, the father’s tail slowly emerged from between his legs.
The father calmly explained to Nancy, sounding much different from the demon who had initially swung an axe at them.
“We rarely leave this village, and when visitors come, we sell them our crops.”
“Visitors? You mean those humans you mentioned earlier?” Nancy asked.
“Sometimes they’re demons who can’t farm yet, and sometimes they’re humans.”
Both father and son shook their heads, saying they had never been near Verus. If a Ferron had gone all the way to Verus to bother the little demons, it must have been a particularly bad one.
But it was unlikely, as most demons like them avoided human cities due to the danger. If they were fleeing, they would usually head north.
“If a Ferron has been causing trouble for the little demons all the way in Verus, they must be quite nasty.”
This Ferron village had been self-sustaining through farming for nearly 80 years, and the father took pride in their achievements.
Nancy crossed her arms and thought for a moment. If these were the same Ferrons the little demons had spoken about, it would be right to punish them according to her promise.
However, if they were entirely different, there was no need to disturb a peaceful village.
“Aaron!”
Nancy called out, having made up her mind. She told him it was time to move on. Aaron, who had been anxiously waiting for her return, protested.
“Nancy, they’re demons! How can you just leave after finding a demon village?”
“So, what do you suggest?”
“I can’t believe this. All demons are to be exterminated! Don’t you have any sense of duty as a hero? Or have you been brainwashed while talking to them?”
If that were the case, Aaron wouldn’t forgive it. His eyes glinted dangerously as he glared at the father and son.
The Ferrons, seeing his hostility, began to back away slowly before turning and running. Aaron was about to give chase, but Nancy grabbed his arm.
“Nancy…!”
“God said, ‘Do not covet what is not yours…’ What did He say after that?” Nancy asked suddenly.
Aaron froze, caught off guard by the question. This wasn’t the time for such a discussion—his mind was focused on catching the fleeing Ferrons.
Nancy held onto his arm, waiting for him to answer. Her firm gaze made Aaron relent.
“Do not covet, but farm and make your own. And give generously.”
“Exactly. That’s what God taught us, and they’re living by that teaching, aren’t they?”
“……”
“So how can a hero of the Lord, and a knight of the Lord, harm these people?”
A message briefly flashed and disappeared. Nancy, relieved that her words had been received well, stood tall and confidently asked if Aaron still thought she was wrong.
“But…”
“Aaron, I know you’re conflicted. Normally, you would’ve taken them down already, but you’ve been hesitating.”
“……”
“If you understand, let’s go. We’re not welcome here. Let’s leave and let them return to their lives.”
“…And what about the traitors who are collaborating with them? We should at least get their names so we can deal with them later.”
Why does he have such a good memory? Nancy grimaced. He could’ve just forgotten that passing remark. In her heart, she wanted to defend the demons and question if dealing with them was really so bad.
After all, they likely had the same ‘Dark Merchant’ title she did, which made her feel a sense of kinship with them.
At that moment, another Ferron with long gray fur came running toward them from within the village, along with the father and son who had fled. The new arrival stopped in front of Nancy and Aaron, panting heavily.
“That’s the village chief!” the young Ferron explained to Nancy.
The chief caught his breath a few more times before swallowing nervously and speaking to Nancy and Aaron.
“I’ve heard that you’re the newly appointed hero.”
