Black Haired King

"Speaking of which, this is the first time you've come to the Adventurer Alliance as a nobleman."

The next day we arrived in the new Earl of Arnold territory. Me and Patricia were fast approaching the Adventurer Alliance. Pull the carriage in front of the guild. Me and Patricia go inside. There are only a few soldiers to escort.

There will be no one in the city to attack the lord with dignity, because me and Patricia can handle most of our opponents.

"Patricia, forgive me if I may get an unpleasant glance or curse. They're so terrible, I'm gonna bust 'em."

"Pfft, I don't mind, Redius. More than that, please be careful with Redius, too. Former inhabitants of the Kingdom of Britalis have not yet been allowed dark hair compared to the former Arnold territory. You may be more cursed or something. Well, if it sounds too bad, I'll burn it down for you."

Patricia winks at me while you say that. Fox ears are cute as pimples. also makes me want to pretend. If it had been done at the mansion, it would certainly have been mundane. I'm sorry about what's going on out there. I don't care about the Adventurer Guild or anything, I want to go home as soon as possible.

"What, you look like you're home? Look, I'm coming!

My thoughts seem promising to Patricia. I get my hands pulled hard. It's just Patricia rubbing her tail against her leg while she says that. I knew it was cute. keep going home like this...... same as just now then.

All right, let's just get this done and get home. So when I get home, I'm gonna play Patricia with Victoria, too!

With renewed determination, I open the door to the Adventurer Alliance. Me and Patricia go inside, listening to the bell ring with Karan Cologne.

Inside it was kept cleaner than I thought, and the receptionists were making a joke about whether it was after a job. There are only a few adventurers. Most of them must have already gone for a request.

The receptionist who has heard the bell and looked at this one solidifies and the adventurers look down. Me and Patricia ignored it and headed straight to reception.

"I want you to call the guild chief here. If you say it's an answer to this, you'll see."

I give a letter to the receptionist with the Alliance leader's mark on it. This receptionist looks disgusted when she looks at her hair because she doesn't know about me, but when she saw the envelope mark she was putting in the letter, she headed to the head of the Alliance.

A man coming out of the back looking like a pain in the ass waiting to ignore the gaze that's going to see us as giddy. A man with the same purple hair as his master. About 30 years old.

"You, Count Arnold?

"That's right. I am Count Redius Arnold. You know why I'm here, Guild Chief."

When I ask him that, he sits in a chair that the receptionist would otherwise use, sighing really troublesome. I'm upset about that, Patricia.

It's good that the hair on your ears and tails will stare at the upside down guild length, but it's still at the discussion stage. Please calm down.

"Come on? You don't know what to do. And..."

That's when the guild's tried to say something, the killer flies from behind. Patricia noticed, too, but she kept her body without opposing me to pull, and I grabbed Patricia as she hugged her.

What I grabbed was a pointed thin thing ahead, like a needle. I don't know much about it either, but it would be like an assassin said to use a dark vessel or something.

And the adventurers that surround us. They were staring at us with their own weapons.

"What's this all about, Guild Chief? You think you can do this to me, the lord?

"It's okay. Because from now on, you will be attacked by a warcraft and you will die."

The moment the guild leader says so, magic is activated. And a changing vision. Can you transfer most of the number of people who were in the Alliance? An unimaginable strength from the looks of it.

It was in the woods somewhere that we transferred. Well, there's only one place near that territory where the Warcraft appears.

"You're not in our interest, well, you're in the way. What, the country will never find out. Not many things on this side of the Great Plains. Now, you must have been attacked."

The sound of wings winging at the words of the guild leader and how they sound. I see. I saw the harpies swirling through the sky and I got a point. Was that raid also the work of the Adventurer Alliance that tried to kill us from the beginning?

"Let us ask those in the country to crusade the Warcraft, which we cannot crusade, and tell them that they are no longer returning. Do it."

Harpies attack as they are surrounded by adventurers. There was also that boss harpy mixed inside. The guild leader manipulated the boss' harpy, and the harpies seem to be following the boss's instructions.

"Redius!"

"Oh, no help!

I instill my magic in Schwartz without a scratch. Dark attributes and magic that wrap around your body. Unleash the wrapped magic against the impending Harpies!

Unleashes the magic of Dark Attributes flowing from Schwartz on the Harpies. The harpies disappear the moment they touch the magic. Harpy's body piled up one after the other around me.

"I really wanted to discuss this, but I can't help myself with this. Be prepared."

I let the adventurers surround me kill me. A little frightened but rotten, adventurer. I looked back harder.

"Ya kill him! Everyone who kills increases their rank and does the money! Come on, kill him!

Guild leaders screaming as they spit. Totally... don't let anything really bother you.