Searching For Treasure

Hearing the bald headed bandit make such a command made me stop my steps. I turned and glared coldly at the bald man. "Are you sick!?"

"Huh? No, I feel okay?" I guess the bald bandit was caught off guard by my question because he truthfully answered me.

"Then why are you stopping a little girl? Only sick people would do such a thing. Humph! Now, if you will excuse me." I snorted and turned around. I once again began to walk by the bandits, who were all standing there in a daze. But once I did pass them, something came to mind. Bandits steal and hoard treasure….  If they have treasure, that means I can steal from them and keep it for myself without feeling guilty. It would be impossible to ever trace back who the treasure belongs to unless it was marked in some way. I tapped my chin and turned around once more, causing my hair to flutter out and behind me. 

"Is there something else?" The bald bandit seemed to have lost all interest in me. I guess my words got through to him.

"Yes, actually!" Since I was going to do this, I should make myself sound righteous, right? I parted my legs, so they were spread out a little, stuck a hand on my hip, and pointed at the bald man in front of me. "How dare you bandits try to rob innocent people! I will make you surrender to me today!"

"Look, little lady, we do not want anything more to do with you, so please just run alo….. Oooofffff!" My foot cut the bald man off as I planted it firmly on his face. Using that same face as a springboard, I jumped high into the air and spun my body around. Using my tail as a whip, I smacked four more bandits in the face sending them flying. 

"What the hell is this demi!? Why is she so strong!?" I heard a bandit yell which I quickly shut him up by landing on his head and shoving it into the dirt.

In under a minute, I had all ten men on the ground, rolling around in pain. I walked over to the bald headed bandit and lifted him up, and slapped his face. "Take me to where you keep your loot."

"What!?" I watched as the bald headed bandit's eyes opened wide in surprise. I guess he only now realized what my true intentions were. But of course, I would not miss this chance to slap him again, so I did.

"I said…. Take me to where you keep the loot. Or do I need to slap you until you understand?" I once again raised my hand only for the bald heard bandit to quickly raise his hands in front of his face. "Wait! I will!" 

"Good!" I nodded my head in approval before dropping the man to the ground and waving my hand. "Magic hand…." Magic hand was a magic spell that created hands out of magic and allowed you to use them to grab solid objects. Since I really did not wish to touch these bandits, I was using the spell to pat them down and toss their weapons and other useful items into my inventory. If anything, I could use them later for something. What that something was I did not know yet.

Within ten minutes, I had a train of bandits being led by a rope chained together by their wrists behind me and one bald one in front of me. My sword was pointing at his back as I made him lead me to his hideout. "You better not be leading me to a small stash. I can just use detection magic to find the rest."

"Miss, I would never!" I heard the bald headed man yell. I could see the sweat dripping off his bald head. I think he was truly worried about dying. Sadly for him, not only will I steal all of his money for myself, but I will also turn them in for the bounty. From what I know, any bandits that you turn in will allow you to earn a silver or two per head. Even if they were only worth a few copper coins, that was still a few copper coins. Much more than I had before. I might sound cheap, but so what? Money is money. I don't even have much except the few silver my father gave me. So in a way, I was kind of lucky these nice bandits were so willing to give me their loot. 

We walked deep into the forest to a small ground cave that looked to be dug out using earth magic. I  know this because of how smooth the walls were. Before entering, I used earth magic to bury the nine other bandits up to their heads so that they couldn't try anything funny. Then I had the bald headed bandit lead me to the treasure. "You must have a lot of loot, right?"

"Miss, I do not know what you expect from us small time bandits, but we do not have much…." For some reason, just from hearing the tone of the bald headed bandit's voice, I felt like maybe he was telling the truth. But I must have faith! Just like my name, I must have faith that this baldy was lying.

Sadly dreams and reality can come crashing down quickly. "What is this?" I asked as I stared at the half-full treasure chest that looked to be full of junk. While there was a lot of silver, maybe a few golds worth, it wasn't really as much as I was hoping for. not to mention there was nothing really shiny in there either. I mean, there was that anime… What was it called… Oh, right, Players! It had a main character named Mina Inverse. She would always yell 'fireball!' and blow up bandits while stealing all their loot. It was one of the few shows I liked to watch in my past life on Earth. 

But sadly, the big stash of treasure was nothing more than a half filled box. I sighed and looked at the bald headed man with a bit of pity. "Must be rough being a crappy bandit…. I mean, you go out, and rob people, and all you get is this? What about the money from all the women you sold off? Are you sure you are not hiding another treasure trove somewhere? Detection!"

"I swear this is all we have! Miss, I do not know what your idea of a bandit is but this is actually quite good for bandits. I can even proudly say we are one of the richest bandit groups around." I couldn't help but let my mouth drop open. Were bandits really this bad!? I was in serious shock. If I had known this, I would have just kept walking! What was the point!? Such a waste of time for a few gold at most. I pursed my lips and waved my hand, sending the whole half full treasure chest that was only like four feet by two feet in length and width. I mean, it only stood about three feet off the ground. It was a sad little treasure chest. In my past life, I had a chest at the end of my bed that was bigger than this thing and fuller too! It might not have been good stuff, but at least it was full!

After not detecting anything but a bunch of dirty rooms, I sighed and poked the bald headed bandit with my sword. "Come on, we are going to the next town."

"What?" I turned to look at the bald headed bandit that was looking at me in confusion. What did he mean by what? Did this fool really think I was going to let them run free? They were worth money! 

"What, what? I said let's go. We are going to the next town. How can I turn you in if I don't bring you back?" I poked the bald headed bandit once more with my sword, making him walk forward. He could only lower his head and accept his fate.

What I did not take into account was that the next town would be so far away. "It will take a while…." I sighed and looked at the train of bandits behind me. "I guess no matter which world you live on, making money will always be hard."

"Miss, can you not just let us go? Wouldn't it be a hassle to drag us with you all the way to the next town?"  I heard the bald headed bandit ask. I turned and looked at him and snorted. "I am going that way anyway, so why would it be troublesome. Can you not whine? It gives me a headache, and I might accidentally stab you with my sword. You know, my father always told me to be careful when I was around other people as I have a strange twitch. The village doctor called it the stabby mc'stabby syndrome. I sometimes will randomly stab out with my sword using my full force, twist it and then pull it out. I accidentally did it to a  mean kid once, and he lost his legs and arms…. And then another time…."

I watched as the more I spoke, the paler the bandits' faces became. For some reason, I found it interesting, so I kept making up stories as I pulled them along. If anything, it served as entertainment to me. I was not sure if this was considered physiological torture or not, but it served as a good way of making them all shut up. Now they no longer whined about anything.