The Bandit-Hunting Party in the Wasteland

I loaded the adventurers into a four-ton truck and headed for the wasteland to subjugate a bandit group called Shaga.

We would take the highway to get close to their hideout, but this world drove on the left. Just like Japan.

There were fifteen men including me, plus one woman in the truck. Amana, the proprietress of the shop next to mine, had volunteered to cook for us.

We knew the hideout was in a forest about fifty kilometers from the city.

They had made the ruins of an old castle their base and were committing all sorts of crimes. There were about fifty of them.

Apparently, they were a group of vicious men who didn't regard other people as human beings. What had happened to Primula-san after being captured by people like that?

I couldn't help thinking about it as I held the steering wheel, but—no, I had to stop. For now, I needed to focus only on rescuing her.

Apparently, the Adventurers' Guild had planned several expeditions to subjugate them, but each one had been canceled because they couldn't gather enough people.

With so much damage being done, the country ought to have organized a large-scale expedition with the army, but—

For some reason, they said the army was dragging its feet...