Eyre, who only gave him a face for a moment, said this again in a cold voice, immediately nagging and closing his heart.
"You heard something from the innkeeper, right?
Come on, I don't know.
"Then what is the point of speaking from my mouth…"
"No, I'm not. I'm asking what you want to do."
Dear Hall... Sir Cecilm told me...
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"That kid's name is Isle-Alvar. He's the only survivor of the Baron family that once ruled the land."
"Only?"
"As you know, my territory is a nest of monsters. So is that land. The deeper we went into the woods, the more the Warcraft, known as B-rank Equivalent, was fed. In addition, there are multiple unexplored dungeons..."
B-rank is the bait!? I'm surprised. I thought of something beside me, Milm.
And from Milm's mouth, the trigger of the Baron's doom was told.
"Stampede......"
"Your name and answer. One of the dungeons collapsed, overflowing with anger and demons."
Stampede.
You mean the unusual demons pushed over...
"You... were you going to send us to a place like that?
"Ha. Well, there's talk that you guys won't have a problem... but don't worry. After the kingdom has already moved and the Great Crusaders have carried out a sweep operation."
"Has the kingdom moved"
The strength of the Knights of the King's Capital can be seen by looking at Roig. In terms of strength alone, a group of people who don't pull any strings on S-rank adventurers can move in different numbers than a party.
That's all I could ask about the big incident.
"I would have liked to have just cleaned up my private soldiers if they were supposed to, but that was no longer within my grasp"
Sir Cecilm with a sad look on his face.
It's a divided territory. I know I feel responsible too.
"Earl, who was young, was surviving in the shadow of a miraculously collapsing building at that time. I pick it up, to this day."
"What about territorial survival?
"I was slightly there. I live in my own territory now."
One breath. Sir Cecilm continues.
"But the Alvars are nobles but nobles... to protect the people until the end of the day, they all fight until they have no power to fight..."
There was a dark shadow on Sir Cecilm's expression speaking.
I could read the circumstances.
"It's literally Ghost Town now."
Milm says.
Lord Cecilm also rode the light rhetoric, laughing and switching the subject.
"There were four dungeons in that land"
"Four?!
"The land is an island on land surrounded by mountains on all sides, but the grounds are vast. It's not unusual around here."
Really......
"One of them runs wild. Stampede was suppressed by the arriving Knights of the King's Capital. One is offensive with momentum then. I've sealed the two completely, so I'll put them all together and leave them to you."
"The momentum that you might get to the title..."
"I don't mind if you do."
"No, no..."
Assuming you're willing to do all the hassle and all the roles on your own, I'm not interested in a little bit of aristocratic life... but it was my impression of aristocracy that unexpectedly there was an image of being chased by clerical processing and it seemed to be hard.
"Well, come on, think about it."
The story ended here, confused by the look on Sir Cecilm's face, who doesn't know how serious he is.