Dungeon Defense (WN)

Fabian glances at me.

“Well, I guess I'll have to prove myself useful. I've been granted a Yellow Adventurer Certificate in this city. You can check it on the books anytime. ”

You look like that. What's your water supply?

Yellow Adventurer is represented in Grade D on Rough Game. Lower (F) without color, Green (E), Yellow (D), Orange (C), Red (B), Black (A), White (S). Here, the vast majority of adventurers were Class E in class F.

“Indeed. You're amazing. ”

I nodded. Yellow is enough to kill a veteran.

There are few people in the original white or black across the entire continent. Even if I did, I would be appointed to the Knights or act as the Supreme Mercenary Master. Instead of being an adventurer in the underworld, you just take over. Red makes a good mercenary commander.

Of course.

Same job as an assassin. Suppose there is an assassin strong enough to assassinate a knight freely. Why does that kind of talent continue to be an assassin? I'd take it off right now.

I'll become a knight under the lord and change my debt. Well, it's a different story if you engrave a slaver in your heart like Jeremy.

With the exception of a few, the highest grade an adventurer can take as an adventurer…… is actually orange. That is, Class C.

Fabian is a class D, so he may not be the best, but he's a pretty good adventurer.

I said with a smile.

“We're from Orleans, Frank. where I got my yellow license. ”

“Huh, I got a good look at you. Orleans is a pretty big city, isn't it? ”

Fabian was impressed.

The same grade was more reliable than a small city. However, in Fabian's eyes, there was a sense of suspicion about our words, other than admiration.

“Why has the adventurer of Orleans come to this distant village? I'd like to know if you don't mind. Maybe we'll share a living accident. Forgive me.”

“Of course I understand. Mr. Fabian, do you know about the war in Frank? ”

“I heard it through the wind. ”

Fabian nods.

“Orleans fell as Brittany took over Paris. We both immediately smelled an ominous odor and ran away. You don't know how adventurers are treated in war, do you? ”

“…… recruitment issue number 1. Ah, that's how it is. ”

Fabian pats his bald head.

An adventurer with a certain level of combat strength was able to immediately utilize it as a marketplace. It was easy to break the compulsory colony with sweets, saying that if you learn a lesson in combat, you will be granted citizenship.

“You've come this far to avoid conscription. Drag it. The Black Mountains are only a few miles from here, so it's no longer a good place to run. ”

“We escaped because we knew how to speak Tuton. But luckily, there is a quest like that. Hahaha.”

Fabian's eyes flash cold for a moment.

“…… If you're Frankish, does the Tutonian sound crude to you? ”

“No, not at all. ”

“What? You don't have to be modest. Tutons are barbaric compared to Franks. Speaking of which, can you tell me a line from Frank's favorite song? Since I've met my Frank, I'd like to clean my ears. ”

I doubt your story is real or fake. If you're really from Frank, sing something about it.

“You mean this. ”

I smiled and opened my mouth. And I sang a song.

From Bruno to Saint-Denis ―

A hill of swords stained with tears and blood.

I'm only barefoot.

Let's march, son and daughter of our country.

Cry with a burning heart,

The moment of glory has come.

From the Red Castle to the Crescent Plains

Boeutia and Mignee.

It resonates in hills and valleys.

Hear the shouts of the enemy's inferno!

Raise the Bloody War Flag!

Raise the Bloody War Flag!

In the thirsty fields of our country.

Let the blood of our enemies flow!

I could easily sing it because it was a song I wrote. I don't really remember the lyrics exactly, but the original song turns around and changes.

“Hey, that's brilliant! ”

Fabian applauds. To be honest, it was far from brilliant, but perhaps in the sense of forgiving what doubted me.

Fabian, the adventurer with the bald eye, no longer inquires about our identity. Humans living as adventurers have a myriad of stories they can't hear without tears. Until that evening, Fabian shot twelve glasses of barley beer, and we thanked him.

But when I told him I was a spirit in the drink, Fabian was surprised. Spirits were rarer than wizards.

“Really? No, I don't doubt you. But, are you really a Spirit Master? ”

“Of course. Let me show you for a moment……. ”

I pulled something small out of my chest so that I couldn't be seen around. He was a lesser spirit. I brought some silves from the dungeon to disguise myself as a job. I still have two silks attached to me like a sloth in my clothing.

─ Aye?

Silf sits on the palm of my hand and tilts his head. Where am I, my lord? I felt like asking. I just stroked his head with my finger because it was obvious that he wouldn't understand.

─ Queek, ugh!

The spirit grabs my palm and wrinkles my cheeks. Cute!

The Demon King's body consisted mostly of Mana, and it was very popular with spirits who could only live in dense Mana regions. When he saw us, Fabian trembled.

“Well, it's true...... It's really a spirit. ”

He's got a jaw open. I quickly put the silk in my arms with a smile on my face. I wanted to play a little more, but the place was not good. Sweetheart, I'm going to slaughter the adventurers this time, and then I'm going to take my time! Wait a little longer.

“What do you think? I'm sure I'm trustworthy. ”

“Ah, ah. Of course. I've shown evidence like this, but who wouldn't believe me? God, I've never seen a spirit before in my life. ”

Fabian frowns at the beer glass. An empty beer. Then Fabian shrugs, realizing he's done something stupid.

“Finding talent like you, I guess I'm not so rotten after all. I'm sure this adventure will be a success. Please take good care of it. ”

“Please take good care of me. ”

We made a light toast to a new beer.

If I had to choose a reliable colleague and chose the Demon King, it would be a great sight or a terrible sight. I was curious about that. Still, it shouldn't have changed that it was a great sight....

* * *

The next day, we left the city. Fabian had a map to Marathon to see if he was really prepared.

“Don't worry about getting lost, my friends. ”

It was like I was being led on my way home by someone else. It was funny, but Jeremy and I were disguised as adventurers who had traveled quite a long way from the city. I received guidance from Fabian.

I stopped by a few towns in the middle and arrived at my destination in three days.

Six hills, six villages built on top.

I have no idea who the humans of Taj were, but this was the small kingdom I ruled. Taxes are completely free. A farmer's paradise that only temporarily demands a tax rate of 3 halves for furniture that is distributed and prevents monsters in return for obedience...

This place is suffering from a turbulence of adventurers, not times.

“My Lord! That's my family's hen! ”

“Well, what's the big deal about buying money? ”

A group of adventurers plundered the family fortune for money. A peasant who appeared to be robbed of the hen for only one or two pieces of fairy tale made a tear, but he couldn't stand it. Thirty adventurers are now active in this town alone.

“Is the price too low? Or let your daughter stay the night. ”

“Oh, no. Enough…… enough. ”

The farmer lowers his head while grabbing the coin. The adventurers joyfully slap the farmer on the shoulder and leave. Their dinner tonight is chicken soup.

As Nam and Samnam became independent, the population of each village decreased greatly. There were only forty pioneering villages, and many did not exceed ninety. The colonists surrendered to the violence of numbers.

The opposing team is a thug who's been playing with swords all his life, even if it's just a Goblin. The vigilante had to step up to deal with them. And the vigilantes on my territory drastically decreased the number of the last Leaf incident…….

“Tsk, the atmosphere isn't good. Let's go to another town. ”

Fabian kicks his tongue. We went to the next town. But it was also a lawless zone.

Curinare, Viminale, Esquilino, Capitolino, Aventino, Chelio…… Everywhere is packed with adventurers. All six villages were moaning in the back rice of outsiders.

“Dammit, what a bunch of hooligans! I knew this would happen. Goddamn kids.”

Fabian, who had been pilgrimaging my territory for half a day in slumber, cried out, absurdly. He chirps and spits on the ground.

“Those bastards make people think of adventurers as vagrants! You have no idea what they're pouring into this industry. ”

“There is no village with an inn. I have to be homeless.”

“...... It would be foolish not to rest properly the day before entering Castle of Demon. ”

Fabian shakes his head.

“I have no choice but to ask you to go into any house and put him to sleep one night. ”

“Hmph. That makes it no different from the rest of the adventurers. ”

“What do you see me as? I'll pay for the right accommodations. I'll see you at the town entrance in the morning. ”

Fabian grumbles and walks away.

Unfortunately for him, Jeremy and I already had a place to stay. I take a familiar step toward the town entrance. Once a hunter's house, it was now a chief's house.

I knocked on the door. A man shouts from beyond the door.

“Ah! If you're an adventurer, get lost! If you're from town, get lost!" I don't want to give you a home, and you want an adventurer in your own home? I don't want any more babies! ”

I giggled.

“Parsi, it's me. I am your proud master. ”

“Oops!”

Inside the building, you hear a commotion, and the door opens wide. Farsi, who has the best presbyopia in the territory, stands there.

“I almost had my balls shrunk waiting for you, my lord! ”

“It's only been a few days. ”

“In those few days, the villages were turned upside down, ten times. Come on in.”

Parsi guided me in and I asked.

“Yes, did the colonists complain about the adventurers' behavior? ”

“A little? Did you say a little? Let's not even talk. I'd rather die than be beaten like this. Let's shove our balls down their throats and scream," Die! "”

“In short.”

I sat down and laughed.

“That means things are going very well. ”

Then Parsi sighed deeply.

“Yes, damn it, everything is going your way." ”