29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

There are magic moves that are small in number but capable of long-distance communication, and the Kingdom of Calendyl has set up a hotline with the Kingdom of Misscronia. Apparently he's going to use that hotline to get in touch with the family of the Kingdom of Misscronia, or the royal family.

Even if we don't get permission to use it, there should be a minimum exchange of information required, so at least we'll hear about the current situation.

Our future treatment includes negotiating rewards for my work in the flood.

As a matter of fact, I can't think of a reward to demand right now.

The fame seems to have grown so much already that when it comes to money, I'm just a left-hand fan with a sword, a spear, and a sale.

Fame, money, women next, but I have Marl and Flam as a side room approved by Marl. So I don't need any more, or I don't need to be pushed by Princess Calunera or anything.

Of course, as a man, I don't feel romantic about taking beauties of all looks or the liquor pond flesh grove, but if you're going to satisfy that kind of rotten carnal desire, you can go to a fancy whorehouse and take care of it. Somehow, but I also feel like Marl would forgive me, to be honest. No, I could get stabbed. But you'll definitely find out, and if you ever want to taste something like that, let's be honest. Yeah.

My thoughts have slipped away.

In the meantime, there are not so many requests from us for compensation or treatment like that, so on the contrary, we ask Marr to identify the line 'How Much' the Kingdom of Calendil intends to put out.

Why won't I go? Because I see a future where I can be taken by my hands. Marl is better at negotiating these kinds of things, so he decided to leave them to me.

Me and Marr also want to keep 'Achievement' a solid thing so that we can get married smoothly when we return to the Kingdom of Misscronia.

I feel that just me and Marr's fame at the moment would suffice, but that Marr said it would be easier to recognize him as a Misclonian royal family if he had a 'track record' that would allow him to contribute a little more to the kingdom of Misclonia.

That said, it's refreshing to see what kind of thing hits me.

Mine mining rights and territorial concessions come to mind, but is that the place? I'm not happy to get territory or anything.

It is also subtle to get a title and get a territory. Because obtaining the title means becoming a nobleman of the kingdom of Calendyl.

In other words, if you replace the kingdom of Calendil with a company, a king with a president, and a territory with a department, getting a title and a territory would be like being headhunted and appointed department manager or section chief, and being entrusted with some deployment.

Of course I'll be joining Calendyl Kingdom Corporation (no, I don't think so), and I'll be able to make a mess like my boss and subordinates. I want to enjoy my freedom. As far as I'm concerned, I want to spare you that.

Would my position now be like a contingent with arms after doing it?

I want to carry it with me as a company because I can do super work. But I snuck into the company and worked. I'm a good friend assuming I marry the boss's business partner, and I can't even use the president's beloved daughter to get in touch with him.

If you want to go out by hard means, the company will burn the field in return. All I ask for is a solid salary. I knew I'd burn the field when I poked at what I'd been demanding.

If you want to do something about the business partner's warrant, war is confirmed not only with Yakitori, but also with his superior. Or they're trying to do something about it once and for all.

Me and Marl are super annoying, aren't they? Or Zontark's position is a super bulky middle management position, right?

Zontark could seriously stab me if I continue to treat you too nasty and unscrupulous.

"I'm gonna go out for a minute"

For some reason he sent me a hot gaze and told Mabel that I was wuss, and I got up off the couch in the living room. What is it, Mr. Mabel, that blatantly disappointing face? Do you want to tread so much, do you want to tread?

"Yeah, I'll take a bath this evening."

"Yes!"

What is a delightful face? I'm going to feel warm without thinking about Mabel's shiny smile. But I can't tell you how subtle I feel when I think the reason this girl smiles is to step on me.

"... you're awakening to a completely special sexuality"

There was a rare accusation that Mr. Jack was waiting for where he left the living room. He turns his gaze to me.

I'm not bad!

Through the Third Wall, turn your feet from within the Wall to the New Town.

Now I'm Miss Lil 'Chain dressed as an adventurer who seems to be everywhere named Trollhide Armor.

What I'm raising on my hips is a misrill sword that was made for gifts. Designed to be a practical, one-sided, boneless product like the one I bought on Crossroads, so I can say this is another dish that is hard to stand out.

As a result, I'm walking in the new town with Blah Blah without being immediately warned that I'm the brave man we're talking about.

Sometimes people turn their gaze on me, but you didn't think the brave guys were hanging around here in plain leather armor, or even think of me as an aerial resemblance to someone else.

Looking at the people going around the new city, many people still think they have been alienated from the surrounding countryside.

At first there is also a declaration of convergence of the Great Flood from the Kingdom of Calendyl, because reconstruction outside the walls has also begun or the tingling air around just before the Great Flood has faded considerably.

If you take a look at the conversations of the people you go out with, the conversations of the people you talk to beside the outdoor stores, it seems that most of the people who are still out of town remain in the Wang capital, Alfen.

Returning to the village to rebuild is also a danger to the demons of survival, and if you don't know what's going on in the village again, you can't go back inside.

A lot of people now seem to be working as a workforce to rebuild outside the walls and hoarding their livelihood funds.

The people who have been alienated from each rural area are well managed by the Kingdom of Karendyl so as not to be separated, and they will rebuild the countryside in turn as soon as the reconstruction around the Wang Capital is completed.

Do you think that at that time the peasants alone will not return to the countryside, but that the soldiers will also make quite a few to help escort and rebuild?

This flood will not take that long to return to the village either, as a group of major demons were driven away in a short period of time by the great activity of the brave.

In the last flood, reconstruction was delayed because of the large number of victims even in the Wang capital, and many people were unable to return to the village after all.

As I listen to that, I remember one old man. What is he doing now, laughing at the crossbow in his hand?

Defend the village to the end and die. That's what he said, but maybe he's evacuated to the king's capital and he's safe.

When I remembered, I started to wonder. Surely that village should have been named Biet Village, well.

If it means we're evacuating, we should be solidifying and alienating somewhere from what we just heard.

But of this vast king's capital, it seems difficult to find them among the peasants who are also alienating from many areas. He might look into it if you tell him around Zontark because the state manages it, but it would be bad for a boulder to annoy his hand with something like this.

"Welcome - Yikes!?

"Oh, I'd like to make a request."

For some reason I send a request to the receptionist of the Alphen Adventurer Guild, who is shivering with tears, to investigate the alienation of the people of the village of Biet.

The reward is five silver coins. I'll probably be looking for it on my feet, and I'll stick with it a little more because it'll be a job that will take a few days. The deadline was set at one week.

It's basically a quest for a risk-free investigative system, so it's probably something a runaway adventurer would contract.

"Uh, this is the village you asked for before, isn't it?

"Oh, I wonder how you're doing. I don't mean to over-shoulder you, but I call sleeve swinging a perennial edge."

The receptionist nodded whether she was convinced or not and issued me a request form. As soon as it turns out, they'll contact the hall inside the wall.

I thank the receptionist and leave the Adventurer Alliance behind.

When it comes to other hands that you can hit, you're also an ant to go directly. Yeah, let's do that.

I enter an unpopular alley, make sure there are no people around, and activate a long-range transfer.

It's basically a convenient word to be able to travel anytime soon, wherever you've been. I feel like losing my temperament and all sorts of things.

"Wow..."

The village of Biet was almost devastated.

Many demons must have pushed over. The fields are trampled and vandalized, as is the majority of the houses.

But as far as I can tell, I don't see anything that looks like a battle mark. We don't see any demonic bodies or human bodies. No, maybe he was bait for demons.

Remove the Divine Silver Stick from storage and walk around the desolate village.

I still can't find anything that looks like battle marks, and the crops that have survived in the trampled agricultural lands are very fruitful. Although some of these vegetables are like tomatoes that are too ripe to fall off.

Turn to the square where you and the villagers ate Big Hornet food.

The well in the centre of the square had been destroyed and half filled. Most of the houses you can see from here are still half-destructed.

As I walked around, I found something falling on the ground.

"This is..."

It was a familiar, broken crossbow.

There are bloody stains on the bow floor. The strings were cut, but the plate springs are safe.

Did Mr. Bison fight to the end here? But there are no battle marks. Were the marks trampled and vandalized without a trace, and the bodies devoured?

Collect the broken crossbow into storage for now.

I took a peek at some half-broken houses, but nothing of particular concern. I can predict that I don't see anything of diminutive gold or food because I brought it up during alienation.

Nevertheless, I don't feel slightly uncomfortable that the kind of household groceries are not refreshed beautifully, or that the contents are still refreshed beautifully due to the opening of a tance or the like.

I don't even think that the bandits would come to the village of Biet, where there might still be demons, and work firefield thieves, or that demons would loot those things.

If you take a closer look at the farmland afterwards somehow, you will notice that there are obviously traces like the one recently harvested. I don't know what that means.

"Hmmm......?

Was it the work of adventurers and Karendyl kingdom soldiers who came to investigate the situation in the countryside? I feel strange about the footprints.

As far as this footprint is concerned, it is probably barefoot. Sometimes adventurers and kingdom soldiers barefoot.

What's more, the footprints don't look very human. Somehow, it looks like there's a meatball. I still don't know what that means.

"I don't know why..."

In the meantime, will we await the results of the investigation with regard to Mr Bison's life and death at the moment?

It's time for lunch, so settle down at the end of the appropriate house facing the square and roll out the storage.

"I don't know what to do."

Storage may contain preserved foods and fruits that can be used as meat in the demonic area, bought in the market, and other freshly baked breads bought in the outdoor skewers so that they can be eaten immediately during adventures.

Some food left over from the camp. Mainly soup and potov simmering, though.

In the meantime, I'll take out the leftover soup and the morito lizard meat skewers I bought at the dewstore, freshly baked bread and water and start eating them shabby.

No sign of demons, no sign of people. It is lunch in the village of Biet, which seems completely deserted and devoid of any event.

Sign perception can also grasp quite a wide range of signs in detail when it comes to 5 or something.

I haven't really been tempered and explored the signs to the limit range, but as things stand, I grasp them in a range of about 3km radius.

I wondered why I had never explored the limits, and when I tried to do it in the capital, I felt sick because I knew too much detail. Am I supposed to say that I was too informative and I was drunk on information?

It seems that we can also narrow down the target of detection for once, so hey, I want to practice.

Around feeling unable to keep up with your abilities, it may be said to be a harm when you upgrade your skills at once with skill points. Swing to performance.

As I practiced widening the range of sign perceptions and narrowing the subject down with that in mind, a humane response caught within a 3-km radius sign perception area.

That's not one or two either, what an eight of them.

But the approaching direction is strange. It's from a direction deep in the woods, albeit in a different direction than me and Marr used to take down the Big Hornet.

I don't think there was a village or anything like that over there.

Plus, the staffing is weird. Sure, they all look human, but subtly different. Some more childish,

In physical terms, they are beasts that are rarely seen on Crossroads or in the Wang capital Alphen. That's eight people approaching the village of Biet.

I didn't really care because I'm not a chemist or a cat adorer, but I rarely see beasts in the city.

Although Dwarves look closely, and there are elves there. From what I've seen, I think most beasts were slaves. Wouldn't the only exception be the cat shopkeeper at the Crossroads arms store?

I know there are quite a few people out there who say "beast man" in one bite. Bipedal animals, like cat shopkeepers. Some of them are just like that, and some humans have parts for animals like cats and rabbits.

What I've seen are crossroads cat shopkeepers, guys like werewolves, cat humans the same as cat shopkeepers in the Alphen slave market, little two-legged walking dog-like kobold ones, two-legged walking rabbits or minotaurs? And then there's the exploding dairy cow earring sister, cat mimi daughter, rabbit daughter. That's about it.

I was somewhat interested in the neighborhood of Cat Mimi Daughter Usami Daughter, but I didn't feel like getting my hands on it because I wondered whether that was the case without any moderation. I have to be responsible for feeding you more than I bought, and I have Marl and Flam.

Though I don't intend to think so myself, I may be surprisingly resistant to the slave trade in instinctive or deeply psychological places.

It's a lot more now, but I'm already killing people.

Oh, I'm getting disgusted when I'm thinking about something like this. Let's just think about the beasts that are approaching us now.

Do you want to have something that you can use to sit on for the time being?

In about twenty minutes the beasts arrived in the village of Biet. I think the human walking speed was about 5 km/h, so he's quite a healthy leg, including the kid.

It stopped for a few minutes in front of the village and a few people who seemed to be adults spread out and slowly began to look at the village. This one's on the wind, so maybe he smelled me.

Waving to the beast man who came to see what was going on in the square for a few minutes, waiting while sitting on a prepared crate.

Me and the eye-catching beast man looked at this one with a slight face and pulled right in. You felt like a werewolf.

Signal perception tells us in real time how the beasts are doing. Apparently, we're getting together to discuss it.

You've decided to respond, five adult beasts come into the square together. Looks like two childish beasts and one adult are waiting somewhere invisible from the square.

The beasts wear coarse leather armor and carry swords, spears and other weapons in their hands, as if they were protecting only their physical strongholds.

Seeing you haven't pulled out your sword, apparently you're a discussing opponent.

"Hello. Just sit down."

"... oh, hello"

The group's iconic werewolf beast man gave him a little face for a moment, but he has regained his mind and returned his greetings. Um, grab it.

"I'm Tysi, Tysi-Mituba. An adventurer staying in Alfen, capital of the Kingdom of Karendyl. What about you?"

The beasts looked at each other and sat back, clapping and nodding at my shoulders, even though it was my prepared wooden box.

Be careful not to let go of your weapon.

"I'm Thorne, and I can't tell you where I live. These are the people in my village."

Thorne, the werewolf beast, seems to be the leader of this group.

Large cowbeasts named Marx, small beasts Pamela, skinny leopard beasts Relics, and another werewolf beast named Blake respectively.

They all feel like bee beasts or bipedal beasts. Though bipedaling, the body is more structurally close to a beast than to a human being. I wonder if I can run with my limbs like a beast.

"Unusual for an Orc?

Pamela, the beast man, says so and moves his ears pimply. He, by the way, is not her. The voice feels like a husky adult woman against her looks. The gap is unbroken.

"Yeah, I've been living in the back of the mountain for a long time, actually. I'm oblivious to common sense. I apologize if I offended you."

When I said that and lowered my head slightly, the beasts conveyed a surprising atmosphere.

"You're a weirdo to bow your head to the Beast Man."

"? What do you mean? You know, it's normal to apologize if you think it's bad, right?

The beasts face to face with my words. Apparently there is a fierce divergence between their common sense and mine.

"Man only sees us as monsters or slaves."

"What, that's scary"

If you listen carefully, the common sense of the world is that beasts are a discriminated species.

That trend seems strong, especially in the kingdoms of Calendil and Geppelus. Do you think Mount Bus, the kingdom of Dwarves, is the least beastly discriminating and that human rights are once and for all recognised in the Kingdom of Misscronia?

They are not generally recognized as nationals in the kingdom of Calendill, and live in detail in the rural corner of the border, or the beasts gather together and live in secluded places like Thorne and the rest of the settlement.

They don't even know about this racism. Of course I don't either.

However, the fact that you are treated like that as a fact is strict. With that said, I think there was something called a slave hunt at the request of the Adventurer Alliance. I was through though.

I guess that's what I mean when I see few beasts all over the city, and even if I do, they're just slaves.

Mmm, you should ask around Marl and Flam and Mr. Jack about this in detail. Thorne's information about the Beastman discrimination just now seems to be oral, so I don't know if it's accurate.

"I didn't know. I certainly don't see most of them in the city, and even if I did, most of them were slaves. I didn't think there was that kind of discrimination because Crossroads was the owner of the city's weapons store."

"When it comes to cat beasts, is he this big?

Saying so, Thorne shows by hand the size of that cat manager's height. Thorne laughed bitterly when I snorted at it. Maybe.

No, it's hard to understand the look on your face.

"That's a little different from beasts like us, the Ketsies. It's a kind of fairy tribe that lives in the Great Forest in the northwest of the continent and the desert continent beyond the sea. Somewhat close to elves and dwarves"

They say the real cat beast man looks close to Relics. How tricky.

"I see, I understand a lot. Thanks for letting me know."

"Oh, so what were you doing here?

"This village is a bit marginal. I was just wondering what happened after the flood. What about you guys?

"You know what I mean?

"Well. I'm not going to blame anything else. I guess it's still a long way to go before they come back here anyway, and it's gonna rain a lot, so you should use it effectively."

Thorne and the others are somewhere relieved by my words. I don't want to ruin anything, either, and if it doesn't work anyway, you better help.

In the first place, it would be the items that the people of the village of Biet decided they didn't need to take.

I don't know if it's ethical, but they have a life ahead of them. From what I've heard, I guess I live on my own because I don't even think I can do a decent business deal.

I can also guess why you're bothering to stretch your legs to this point.

"The Great Flood in the Kingdom of Calendyl is almost converging, but was it still badly damaged?

"Oh...... more than half of the adults got hit. Not so many dead, but few seriously injured."

"A whole bunch of people attacked you, didn't they? Instead, I'm surprised you didn't wipe it out."

"We beasts are stronger than humans, and we're smarter. Besides, I know all about the woods. Kids and old people have managed to hide in caves."

"Does that mean food and medicine?"

Thorne nodded at my words.

There seems to be some crops left in the village of Biet, so some food will be available.

But when it comes to medical products, it's tough. I'm probably looking for a cloth or something that can be used for bandages or something.

"If you can lead me to the village, I can fix it."

"... what do you mean?

"I look like a good wizard. I can use healing magic, and I actually store mountains of food in my treasure box. It tastes bad, but there are healing pills."

That said, I took the preserved food, fruit, and marl-made restorative medicine out of storage and showed it to them.

Thorne and the others peel their eyes off at the items I take out and look at them as if they were suspicious.

"I appreciate it, but there's nothing I can give you back. What are you after? You're gonna take us as slaves and sell us off?

Yeah, you think so. I would too if I were in the opposite position.

But when I heard about Thorne and the others, I came up with something. I have to solve a lot of problems and stuff, but I'm in a TUEEEEE state in the corner, so I want to do a lot of things.

"No, that's not it. I'm thinking bigger."

"... what do you mean"

Thorne strips his fangs off and roars grrrr. That's a good look, that's touching.

But then you say, "What?," he says.

"You guys, don't you want to be nationals of my country?

"... what?