One of them called out to Ronnie, who walked in the other direction.
"Thanks, Ronnie."
"Don't worry about it." I didn't do anything in the first place. "
"No, thanks to you, I didn't have to fight."...... and the Holy Sword, please. "
I know, so if you really want it, you shouldn't talk to me ~
Ronnie thrust out as she waved her hand.
Quena looked strange.
What do you mean?
"It's a festival." The Beastmen decide on the top by their strengths, but the festival that decides on the best young people is decided by the vote as part of the index. ”
Ronnie shrugged her shoulders in a troublesome manner as she slipped her hair.
"Vote for..."
Looking around you as you walk around.
Cold eyelids surrounded us.
I see. It's better not to get too involved.
"That's how it is." I was also going to help you earn points. But it was counterproductive. "
With that said, Ronnie leaves us with a fluttering wave of one hand.
Hmm.
So, what do we do?
Quenna is checking my intentions from the side.
Ronnie didn't seem very enthusiastic.
"That's right. I told you, it was for earning points." Even if you help us, they don't just hate you? "
"I think it's better to think of a way to take it back now."
"That's the king of the Beastmen." I suggest you stop. "
Quenna was embarrassed with a serious face that didn't turn into a satire.
"But...."
"Don't worry, Ronnie doesn't want to lose at the Feast."
Even if you're not keen, you'll do it seriously.
Well, there's nothing I can do if I'm thinking about the element of anxiety.
"Is there anything we can do?"
“Don't get too involved. That's what she said, too."
"Then... should I go home?" Believe it or not, it's one hand to wait.
Quena puts her hand on her chin and pulls a wrinkle between her brows. It seemed that she would not be able to guide the answer easily in the course of her unfamiliar land.
”When will the Cheng Festival end in the first place?”
Yeah, that's right.
Whether thou go back, thou shalt come again to take the holy sword. Whether Ronnie wins or steals.
If we don't know exactly what the schedule is for that, we don't know how long we'll have to go back to Beastman territory.
"Shall we go to the guild branch to hear the stories?" There must be some guilds of people there. "
Yeah, and I was hoping to check out the Beastmen's request.
I've had it a few times, but it's not that different.
Quena smiled as she squeezed her shoulders.
Then, I changed my expression as if I had just remembered it, and then I rearranged it.
"I'd like to double-check it just in case."... you want to reclaim the Holy Sword, right? "
"Yeah. Why are you asking me?"
“To be honest, I don't think Zed needs to give it back to Suffi. I thought it was Zvis? I'm saying that the lion beast will return it, so I think you can stop taking care of it and go home."
I thought about it.
Quena had a point. It is more likely that the choice will be made without causing trouble.
But.
"That's what I deposited with Sufi." I think I should return it. "
"Well, that's true, too. Besides, I don't know if you really want to give it back... but if you think about it, I'll stop it because Zed is about to go berserk."
Quenna, who laughed lightly, was somewhat adorable.
Somewhere, that's what I thought, I was pale.
"I'm not an irrational monster."
There must have been a smile on my cheek.
I covered my face with my hands to cover it like it was shady.