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

Impossible.

Phil thought so from the bottom of his heart.

In any case, it would be the S-rank that was built up by taking in.

I admit I have some strength, but still far below me.

But that also made me suspicious somewhere.

I thought he was somewhat of a better man because being beside Master Soria was enough to be allowed by the guild.

That's why I pointed my sword tip at it was also meant to be an arm test.

But a man named Jeed closed the door and went back to his room without even showing his mind to do it.

A man like that beside Master Soria?

Impossible.

That's what Phil thought from the bottom of his heart again.

(It's easy to tell them to break down the door and retract as they are....... but if you do that, it will make you harder to stay beside Master Soria)

The Inn is a place for everyone to use and a place to heal the fatigue of travellers.

I couldn't have broken the door to that place.

Bite your back teeth to remorse.

I put my sword back in my sheath and left the inn behind me.

◇ ◆

That was on Phil's way home.

Paved forest path connecting the sacred republic and kingdom.

There are few people on the street, but a pair of women walked in from before Phil.

She's a beautiful girl with red hair and golden hair.

The neighborhood is quiet, nature and the conversation between the two come to my ears.

"Absolutely. We lost our share because of Jeed's request for the border. That's a walking request, a suction machine."

The red-haired beauty - Queena is swelling her cheeks like she's angry.

"The mercenaries have gone to another border, haven't they? That's too much."

The beautiful blonde girl seemed more envious than angry.

The flow of the topic seemed to spill Jeed's stupidity, and Phil was comfortable listening to it.

But it's a moment of intersection with the pair...

"But in order to get into Jeed's party soon, you're gonna have trouble getting a favor. Because I have to make a sale that I can match his pace."

That's what the red-haired beauty said.

Phil stops perfectly unnaturally.

Naturally, Queena and Sheila also felt the signs and looked back.

"You think it's Zid's party?

Boosh, and Phil shrugged.

Queena tilted her neck when she realized she was being touched on her topic.

"What? What's wrong with that?

"Is that definitely about the charisma party?

"Well, it is,"

Queena answered Phil's question.

In fact, Queena went into Jeed's party with the aim of looking back at her sister and her surroundings.

Whether that's a charisma party, the results are the same if Jeed is there.

"Hey Quena. This guy has a bad vibe."

Sheila whispered as she tapped Queena's shoulder.

But the voice was a little slow.

Phil pulls out his sword.

Sheila and Queena pulled out each other's swords in response to Phil's hostility and motion with exceptional swordsmanship and experience.

"For once, you mean his party candidate? Then why don't you go with me for an arms test?"

"What? What are you talking about? They're just saying no."

"No, I'd like to think I'm a candidate. Become a party with Jeed and eventually be a party in your life......!

Sheila won't shut up.

As Queena turned a blind eye to Sheila's words, which were neither bogus nor serious, she swallowed the words into the magic and pressure that overflowed from her front.

Nature and sword-shaking hands reacted pickly.

"I'm Phil Age."

"... Kensei...!?

Queena sounded familiar with the name.

It would be rarer for people to not know.

Naturally, because Sheila knows it, too, or she sweats cold.

"Let me see how skilled those trying to get into Zid's party are. You two come."

"Quena......! I think I know..."

"... I know."

Sakuraku, and the two drink solitary spit.

Queena kept opening her mouth.

"Definitely strong... -"

"- This guy... It's a 'rival'...!

"What are you talking about!?"

"You're the one who's after Jeed's party, too! Obviously!"

"Really!?"

"... Shit. That can't be true. Such a man!"

Phil, who cut the paralysis between the two conversations, is slashed.

First of all, it was Quena.

Heavy swords overwhelm.

"Kuh......!

By too much weight, Queena suppresses herself with her left hand.

Footprints are crawling from eating.

"Yeah, do it!

A shadow poking Phil from the side of Queena. It's Sheila.

A relentless blow to the steeple. The speed, the power, the timing, and the time are past enough.

But Phil lowered his sword and gently recieved it.

That's not all.

Phil tries to slap a faster, faster blow than Sheila puts the sword back.

But Quena's sword prevented it. At the same time, Sheila's sword, which she was trying to put back on, aimed at Phil's side head and flanked him - Phil froze and avoided.

- It was detected.

Before thinking that, Queena, who was guarding Phil's sword, is pushed.

"Speed and power… to that extent"

Queena and Sheila are bounced by Phil's sword pressure to fly and fall.

It has not been slaughtered thanks to the painful pinching of Queena's body between them.

"Strong..."

Queena squeaks smugly.

In just a few seconds, the difference in strength stood.

And this is it, two on one.

One-on-one.

Queena squeezes the dirt in remorse.

"Oh, you're right. I'm strong. You guys are weak. In the first place, this strength is the absolute condition for being next to Master Soria."

"... so what are you talking about"

"I guess it's no big deal that you guys are so weak that you can talk to Jeed's party or something. After all, we have to complain directly to the Alliance about the charisma party and the mess."

"Ha!? What we say about him doesn't determine his strength...!

Phil never answered Queena's words.

But I also knew I didn't have enough strength to stop Phil.

Queena and Sheila had only been able to drop off their leaving backs.

"... regret"

Queena wakes her body to Sheila's whining.

Pay dirt and dust attached to clothes.

"You mean more refinement. I regret it, but he's right. If we keep this up, we'll sell ourselves to Zid, but we won't be around to admit it."

"Guru... well, I don't have to be the worst party, as long as they stay with Jeed"

"You suck pretty bad."

I'm telling you to tear it up, but it was Sheila who said remorse first.

We recognize one another's remorse.

And I could hear the usual conversation as if it had blown out somewhere.