That's no longer an old story, but one thing Cayenne has long regretted, or countless.
If you close your eyes and think back, that young and full Adventurer era came back to life behind Cayenne's brain.
Those days when the scales were young and the muscles supple, and the silly noise at night at the booze didn't leave me tired. By then Cayenne, as a full-blown adventurer, had the most enjoyable time of his life.
(I felt like I could do anything back then. It was rising)
Next door I have a best friend named Clad, who has always competed for arms.
Both were avant-garde warrior positions, and Cayenne and Clad had just two unbalanced parties, but still had no shortages.
Even if you leave it to youthfulness to be impotent, the two unlucky survive, and impotence later becomes a laughingstock.
It's not supposed to be a really funny story about trying to fight a sand tiger and fleeing with his life, but it makes me laugh if I think back for some reason.
It was every day like an idiot.
After such a day, Cayenne and Clad survived three years.
(We're on track to serve as escorts to the nobles. That was the end of his luck)
One day, Cayenne and Clad were to be escorted.
You just have to be alert to the mountain roads that pass along the way, with the job of just safely transporting the carriages that noble daughters ride from the city to the city. That was all we talked about.
The carriage had a daughter of nobility and a samurai, two soldiers of the escort and two Cayenne and other adventurers, for a total of six. Eight if you include even the carriage owner. It is a journey without any element of anxiety.
(But the carriage was unluckily attacked. He was hit by a demon.)
The journey went well.
Aristocratic daughter, Marielle and I became close and talked about everything.
She has a brother and sister, she relied on her neighboring city uncle to go to school, she liked Adventure Tan and told a number of stories without such a reckoning.
Cayenne and Clad were alarmed because it was a lot of fun stuff.
Of course I didn't mean to alarm you and I was serious about the assignment, but it wasn't a good idea not to think deeply about her saying "I have a brother and a sister".
(I still remember that day when I was hit as a maniac)
It was one night.
At a time when, as usual, everyone was taking the meal lightly and mouthing a portable meal simmered back in water, Cayenne realized.
Strong flavoring, this.
If I could go back then, it would be a sleeping pill, and I was so out of line that I wanted to tell you.
But Cayenne and Cladd were duped with flavorless, odorless, slow acting drugs that deceived the numbness of their tongues with a dark flavor, just in case.
It's already late when I realize it.
Cayenne woke up and regretted it.
The surroundings are surrounded by fangs, and the two soldiers are already out of one.
My best friend, Clad, came out and scratched, but he was still responding.
Soon one of the other soldiers had escaped.
Cayenne punched her body.
Lizardman's body is scaly and sturdy to the extent that the fangs don't bite.
On top of that, the tung and strong smell of medicinal herbs applied to the body to heal the wounds before the meal seemed to pioneer the fangs, and Cayenne managed to be safe.
Drowsiness and paralysis were not that much of a problem if you were to stand around a fang opponent.
I forcibly slaughter the fangs one by one with a body that doesn't listen to me.
When I realized, there were six fangs lying at my feet.
The samurai has been bitten in the neck and is out of business.
My best friend is a bug breath, and he bleeds too much "wow, he's a jerk, buddy," and he's cold.
Marielle looked painful with the wound on her face, but she lived hard.
It was all too late, Cayenne thought.
(There was no carriage and there wasn't even any food. Being able to return to town alive was only a miracle in itself)
The lucky thing was that there was a river nearby.
I ran away from the chaser by washing away all the smells of the herb there and putting an end to the smell of myself and Marielle there.
Cayenne wondered if all this demonic raid and sleeping pill planting was planned by that escaped soldier.
And the fact is, it turns out that that escaped soldier apparently conspired behind it with a demon.
But it was all a later festival.
(I fled to the city, where I was properly embedded)
A notice from the Adventurer's Guild is that he will be sentenced to the crime of slavery for treason to his client.
Cayenne was stunned.
Apparently, in the world, I planted sleeping pills to help Marielle, the nobleman's daughter, rebel.
It was Cayenne who killed the soldier.
It was Cayenne who killed my best friend Clad.
It was Cayenne who put Marielle's life in danger.
Cayenne barked as to whether there was such lawlessness.
But no matter how much he explained his innocence to the officials, each time Cayenne only knew the darkness of the world.
Cayenne had no chance of winning.
In the first place, Lizardman and the Beastmen Cayenne and Clad were treated like abandoned pawns.
Some of the aristocratic relatives wanted to end Marielle because of the power struggle.
But overdoing it openly brightens up quickly.
Therefore, he was only going to prepare his appearance and escort Marielle with two disposable adventurers, a squire and a traitor of two soldiers of the inferior subraces, and to end them by demons as if they had been attacked by demons.
(Officials wanted me to be a criminal even as they knew I was innocent. It's rotten.)
Cayenne was outraged.
The death of one's own friend is too much to float. He laughs too brutally at Cayenne's own admiration as an adventurer.
But no matter how much Cayenne complained, his friends died, and he fell to the criminals, and in the end he remained uncovered.
Cayenne has lost everything since this time.
Cayenne's regret, that was one of those things about how she couldn't help Clad, and the assumption that this would be the case at that time when countless existed.