A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

Quenna and I stepped out of the carriage and looked at the view in front of us.

"This is Aohemus... the capital of the country?"

What do you think?

Quena asks next door.

"It feels different than any city I've ever seen."

"Yes. The most important feature of the Beastmen is their strength." That's why it's like this. "

There are no exterior walls.

It's just that private homes are spread out.

I walked through the woods until I got here, but there were many monsters. We've been attacked before.

After all, the capital of this country hasn't taken any measures against monster raids.

Even if you say you value strength, you can't just eat it in battle, right?

“Yes, but that kind of work is being taken lightly. Because they think they can replenish it as much as they want."

"Oh... I'm scared."

Such words come out naturally.

Quena asks about my discomfort instead.

"What are you talking about?" You're strong, heaven, aren't you? Are you imagining being scratched in the neck? "

"No, that's not true. I don't know. It's definitely like being stronger....."

"Are you afraid of competition?"

Quenna peeks into my face. I could see the worrying color in my eyes. He must have seen through the upset.

There, I notice that I was comparing myself to past experiences.

"Yeah, probably. When I was in the woods, I had to be strong to be dead. That's absolutely it. I'm going to be breathless here."

"It's not like I'm going to die... but, well, I'm going to be tired of being chased and repeating." But the Beastmen thrive on it. Even the human race and the demon race may compete with each other in many ways. "

"... well, that's true."

Quena told me to calm down a little.

"Well, let's find it." There are a lot of people here, so first go to the Guild Branch-- "

Quena stops her gaze as she speaks.

I was caught too, and when I looked at the end of my gaze, an adventurer who seemed to be running away with a worn-out sword was walking. He's still a young boy.

The sword is a strange sword.

I see!

"Whoa!"

The adventurer stopped in amazement at my voice.

Damn it. They think you're suspicious, don't they?

If I stay like this, I'll be alarmed...! "

"Oh, I'm sorry to surprise you. In fact, the sword you have may have belonged to me. can I check it....?"

Speak in as calm a tone as possible.

The boy is stiffening his eyes.

Damn it. If you don't open your heart to this, you'll run away.

"-You 're Mr. Zid!"

The boy pinned his arm! He stretched out his sword and offered it to me. My face is stained with amazement.

"... oh, I'm sorry! I'm always looking forward to seeing you!" Please check it! "

"Huh? Ah... thank you."

I feel kind of beaten out.

The attitude is as if the puppy is nostalgic.

I'm glad that I don't have too many bad impressions.

"... I'm glad to see you, S-ranked adventurer." It's not the kind of thing I admire. "

Quena whispered from the side that she disliked it.

The boy's eyes are shining, so I know what he wants to say. But don't. You're not doing anything wrong, but you're feeling kind of backward.

"So, what do you think?" Is it like a real thing? "

"Yeah, I think so."

Some of the rust that was wrapped around Porori and the Holy Sword was lost. I can see a little glimpse of the beautiful blade, how it works.

“I'm sorry, this is mine. Let me buy it."

"No, no! I can't get any money from Mr. Zeed!?"

"I'm sorry, that's no good." I don't care what you do with the other swords..... "

It was unintentional, but it was temporarily lost. Moreover, the Holy Sword was abandoned. I don't think there's any choice but to be picked up and sold.

Above all, there was no malice in him. If I'm forced to take it like this, it's just a victim.

"Hey..."

Quena calls out to me to pay attention. You will soon notice that you are surrounded by the Beastmen.

Apparently, I focused too much on the conversation.

I'll have you lend me that sword.

The lion's ears and tail. He is tall with a strong physique. She has pointed eyes. A man worthy of low and weighty words.

I have seen it in the literature.

This appearance is characterized by the Lions, a militant race even among the Beasts.

……

They're trying to take it away halfway.

But I will stay with my strength.

What the hell is that?

"That way. Is this mine?"

"I'm Zvis the Protector." I don't want you to rebel against me. "

Why do you want to see the sword?

"That's because it's the Holy Sword."

The man who called himself Tsavis replied unabashedly.

Looks like they found out from the beginning.

Well, it's a real holy sword to be seen through in such an instant. I suspected it because Spi had given it to me. I'm sorry, Sufi.

But.

"Then I'm not going to give it away." This is what I owe you. I have to return it to its original owner. "

"Oh, yeah. You don't have it, do you, Zid?"

You don't even know me, do you?

"You are famous among the Beastmen." It's no longer a good idea. "

Being clearly hostile.

From the center of gravity of my feet, I felt that the fight began with a light change of breath.

"Like I said, I just want to return the Holy Sword to its owner." I'm not going to fight. "

"Even if you're good, we're not good." The Holy Sword doesn't suit you. Now all you have is bugs and saliva. "

Zvis's face warped. My hatred is pervading.

Looks like I'm quite disliked.

You were right, Quena.

(Right?)

What an eye contact with Quenna. It is debatable whether we think the same thing about each other.

But thanks to you, Quenna can help us out.

"If you suddenly attacked people, it would be a big problem." Even so, we are rank S and rank A. It's going to take a lot of damage around here. "

"I don't care."

Quena's words were kicked in the face.

Oh, this is not good. The battle is about to begin in the Away state.

"Wait! I feel like I'm in trouble. I'm going to help you!"

Along with a sloppy voice, some help came in between Tsuvis and me.

White, tall ears and a tail. I wonder if it's a wolf.

In contrast to the less clever way of speaking, she has a balanced physique that is feminine but seems to be used to fighting.

"...... Ronnie"

"Though a protector is not allowed to outrage, Zuvis."

The air changes.

Quenna, who was next door, also said, "Ronnie..." Sounds like a celebrity.

Apparently, we may not have to go into battle.

The woman who was called Ronnie was also strong. We just have to stop Zvis.

So, will you allow him to cross the Holy Sword?

"It's a yes." It's only natural that the owner owns it. ”

"No, the owner is not." This was entrusted to a village by a generation of brave men. And that's what the Holy Maiden Sufi had in her possession... all she had to possess was something worthy of it. "

"As always, I like the brave." However, it was Zed who entrusted it to Sufi. "

"I thought you said no!" There's no way a coward who ran away from a brave man could have it! "

There is a heat in Zvis's words.

Ronnie seemed to be mediating, but things weren't going well. Rather, it has become so hot that it has attracted people's attention.

"So, if I take it from Zed, will Zvis return it?"

At least it's better than the shamelessness of turning down a hero!

My treatment has been terrible since before.

Well, I was expecting this to happen after listening to the story, so the damage to my heart was strangely low.

"--It's not moderate."

Someone's coming in again.

This time, "strong" is not a level. I had a small amount of magic to wrap around me, but it was extremely saturated.

A man with a white tail and ears resembled Ronnie appeared.

"...... Master Otoma"

"Father."

Tsavis, who had been very imposing before, became a bit less aggressive.

Ronnie called men "fathers".

Apparently, there was someone they both knew.

"What are you talking about?" Let's mix it up. "

"No, it's not something you're comfortable with..."

"Tsavis was trying to get his hands on this guy."

"Tsk....."

Ronnie smiled as if she had just won.

"Huh. Why? Zvis, I'm sure your house has enough money to spoil." I've produced many of the greatest warriors of all time. "

"... it's not gold. Since he was incompatiblely trying to return the Holy Sword to the Saintess, I was just thinking of taking on the role instead."

"Haha, I see. That's why I started talking to Ronnie. So, Lord Zid, did you forgive me?"

"You, who--"

"Zeed"

Cutting off my words, Quena whispers from the side. I pushed my flank against all the requirements of hurry.

What's the matter?

"... you're the best warrior I've ever seen." I mean, the king of the Beastmen. "

"[]/(adv, adv-to) (uk) (on-mim) (on-mim) (on-mim) in a row/"

I was only chosen for my abilities.

If you do, you won't be able to keep me waiting for a reply.

"I won't forgive you." If you send me back here, I won't stay long. "

"Hmm. The Humans are here." Would you mind staying longer? "

"No, that's..."

"Yes, let's do this."

Otoma took the Holy Sword from me without telling me whether it was there or not.

I think it was because I had it for a long time that the floridity and rust fell off.

"In the near future, a ritual called" Sheng Festival "will be held among the Beastmen." This is to determine the strength of the best young warrior candidate. Zvis and Ronnie are high-profile stocks. "

"... is that it?"

If Zvis wins, he will hold the Holy Sword. If Ronnie wins, the Holy Sword will be returned to Lord Zide.

"What are you talking about? Why would I do such a thing....."

"I'm the rule here."

Beastmen gathered from around Otoma.

"Protector" or something like that. The strength of each person was tremendous. Even a few of us here, with the exception of Otma, are worthy of a nation's military might.

Quena murmured in a voice that I could hear.

"... it might be a good idea to pull it off now." It's not good to struggle with the Beastmen, either. "

I don't know if I can help it.

But if I had to--

"Okay, that's fine."

"Hmm. Well then, I'll keep the Holy Sword." Can I sharpen it if necessary? "

"There's no point in sharpening the rust."

I see?

Otoma gave the holy sword to the man next to him, although he seemed unhappy.

"Now, let's make sure both Zvis and Ronnie struggle." The burden borne by those who bear it is great....... I'm sure Zuvis understands that. "

In response to Otoma's words, Zuvis returned them with a groan.

There was something sneaky about it.

Similarly, one of the close relatives of the [Protector] who had deposited the Holy Sword from Otoma had also given Tsuvis a similar gaze.

Looks like it's a complicated relationship.

Otoma came to an end and was dissolved.