Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"I'll sell you half of it."

"Thank you. But, okay?

Heather asks back with a surprised face.

"When the Alliance becomes a Guardian class, there are many ways to make use of it, aren't there?

"... right. Thank you, I'm sure."

In the Adventurer Alliance lobby, more and more Swordbore giants are placed. But half. I didn't really need to discuss whether or not to sell it because it turned out to be two beautifully.

Not just Swordbore, the Guardian has no wasted parts, so even one crack can sell for a pretty high price.

Stripping from the bore would first include its fur. He is dead, and his robustness is alive. Fur that boasts armored defenses. Lightweight and durable. Needless to say, its usefulness.

With regard to the use of fur, we need to think about what to do.

There are other things - meat can be eaten, and even demon stone extraction can produce a corresponding large object, and it is very valuable to use. That fang, too, could be sharpened out and used as the tip of a spear.

"Awesome. I've never seen a Guardian before."

"That fur... what's going on?"

Around the half of the Swordbore, transported to the Lobby of the Alliance, is the Black Mountain crowd.

The adventurers who came to the wild horses are making a joyful noise beside the guild staff being assessed.

"Who knocked that down?

When someone says it that way, they look at each other and whisper and rumor at each other.

"Look, that example..."

"Oh, demon killer?

"You're the one over there, aren't you?"

"Are you saying that a child like that followed the demon man and defeated the Guardian? Didn't the rest of us do it?

Yeah. It wasn't me that knocked him down, it was Grace.

"Aren't the rest of us the same? Looks like he was on a Guardian crusade."

"Oh, those girls, huh?

"The Demon Killer is with us, so it's pretty good, after all, isn't it?

They were looking at the Grace and the others of the day and turning their eyes round. Well... I don't know what it feels like.

I think it would be easier to avoid rubbing for Grace to spread the word, so I would like to welcome her, but it's not very comfortable to be rumored this way.

Heather's story says the adventurers he transferred earlier are being treated in the hospital room at the back of the Alliance. If you don't finish calculating today's loot sales, you can't go home, and my circular smell and Ashley's healing magic may help. Let's drop by for a little visit.

As I walk to the hospital room - I hear some clear singing and the tone of the harp. It was a strange melody, like my heart was at ease when I listened and my tiredness disappeared.

The source is from the hospital room. It would be the same member I had when I came to see Illumhilt before. When I knock and open the door, the demon daughters stop singing and playing and turn their gaze here. It sounds like Harpy's Dominic and Seylan's Justia sang and Illumhilt organized it as a harp.

The adventurers were laid to sleep on the bunk. I also have the impression that the blood color is much better than when I saw it in the labyrinth.

Ashley is finished with healing magic.

It has nothing to do with the fact that the three Illum Hilts were all there to listen to the lullabies. Orchestra by Lamia, Harpy and Seylan is, I think, a luxurious blush.

All three of them are races with the characteristics of being able to put magic on singing and playing. In this case, is the effect of the song such as sedation, analgesia or enhancement of playback ability?

That harp may have been prepared by the Alliance to claim their usefulness. If so, the thought would be right. At least, there won't be any adventurers complaining to members of the Alliance as a treatment squad.

"Illumhilt"

Sheila rushes over and takes Illumhilt's hand. She turned her eyes round as surprised.

"Sheila. And the Theodores. I hear you fought the Guardian, but you got hurt?

"No, that's not it. We're the ones who brought them in, so I thought I'd see how it went."

"Oh, that's the thing."

Illumhilt strokes his chest down and finally breaks his rapport.

"We have listened to some good stuff inside"

"Oh, thank you. I'm a little embarrassed, because unlike the other two, I'm not very good at it. In the case of Lamia, your abilities are like an aside."

Really? I don't mean to flatter you, but I think I can get enough money for what's going on. In the meantime, I think you were pretty good at it if you put it in terms of good or bad performance, but I guess the skill and song effects aren't necessarily proportionate. Being a gatekeeper, I don't even know the spell in detail.

"We're told to work for the Alliance."

"Yeah. Something that doesn't get rough here, even if there's no place to go home"

To Dominic's words, Justia nods.

Lynette's aim is to sell them off, not that she expected them to sing or play anything... but the fact is, the curse is highly useful. It is a nasty stunt when it is supposedly acting on the spirit and flesh and turning to the enemy because of its wide range of effects.

The advantages of easy application to treatment are that it has the characteristics that synergies can be expected in combination with healing magic. There was a bard as a playable... but it was a minor position in the BFO, wasn't it?

Hmm. If they were packed into the guild as a treatment squad, they would be able to establish standing positions and reduce the mortality of the adventurers, and it would look like a good thing to do. I guess there's something about Illumhilt that I can't honestly snort at because it feels unilaterally supported by the two of us.

"Mr. Theodore. I'm done calculating."

Heather came and let him peek into his face.

"Okay. I'll be right there."

"Before that, Heather. A little... okay?

Sheila stops Heather.

"What is it?

"Can't Illumhilt go home yet?

"That sounds like - you should stop it for a while. The Constitution is pointing the nerves, so I thought it would be safe to be in the guild after all."

"Hmm... I know that."

"Sheila, I'm fine. I'm glad to hear you all say you're doing well."

"... yeah"

Sheila's ears hang. You seem depressed.

Even if you talk to the Knights, is Illumhilt's position still a delicate place? Guess I'm getting more nervous than I need a government constitution in the aftermath of the demon case to deduce from Heather's mouthfeel.

The guild's position is that it holds down the Illum Hilt pattern, or it may be close in the direction of protecting it.

We were all thinking about going out to the ocean and stuff when she was released... but there still seems to be a lot of parts we need to get over.

"Who's everybody?

"of the West Side... orphanage children"

... I see. There was definitely such a facility...

"Uh. If anyone can vouch for their identity, wouldn't it be okay to go out? If I can help you, I can help you."

And until then, Ashley said, watching him go.

As lords, as nobles, huh? Sure, as Ashley, it would be an unforgettable occasion.

"I'll work with you."

"... okay?

I snort. I could see Grace smiling happily at the edge of her sight.

Grace's future. Ashley's Road. Besides, it's not inconsistent with my stance. I recognize Sheila as a party member, and it's not stingy to cooperate with them.

Taking our word for it, Sheila saw Heather with her eyes expecting something.

Heather replies bitterly to Sheila like that.

"Lady Ashley and Mr. Theodore, are you? Well, I'm sure you'll be fine."