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"What!? Did you fail the request?

I was hearing reports from the guys who raided the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce by a man with glasses who was in the deepest part of a building like a large warehouse. As far as I'm concerned, it's like Salma Gleason, the person he keeps the Gleasons together.

This request - a raid on an Alcaine Chamber of Commerce official going on a trip received from a near-fallen nobleman named Lindbergh.

I thought the request itself would be easy to complete because it is not so different from the request I usually receive. I am grateful that they are coming in the direction of the city where they are based. It's hard to raid in a city full of armed adventurers named Alistair.

So the trip out of the city was a great opportunity.

If that opened the lid, the trap I had tried to use in the sense of trying the magic tool I had just obtained would be powerless without even hanging it on my teeth, and half of my men who had made it to the raid could not return.

What's the joke?

You can't help but think so.

"Who did this to you?

"Well, that's..."

"You idiot!

The head of the guy who tried to talk about the person who defeated the raider the other way exploded.

Salma, whose head just exploded and bathed in the blood of a dead man, is baffled.

What happened?

My head suddenly blew up and died, even though we were in normal conversation until then. I don't know why.

I don't even know what happened or what caused it.

But only one thing is certain.

"You've been hit by the guy who took you back."

I neither affirm nor deny what I ask of the three surviving raiders.

"Apparently, you're just gonna have to tell me something about him to get it up and running"

Curse - Deals damage to the target by meeting certain conditions.

The activation conditions are terribly harsh, while just powerful enough to lead to death in one blow. I had never heard of such a curse.

"Chip, he imitates me licked!

Tongue-beating salma.

"Hey, gather as many men as you can."

"We're not even getting a big request right now, so we're all just getting together"

I wanted to hear that word.

"Then you're gonna be okay."

"Heh."

One of my men, who did not take part in the raid on the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce, was nodding at Salma's words.

But the survivors of the raiders who were listening to the words were not concerned.

"Are you going to go to them!?

"Naturally. This business can't live without being licked."

Right.

Despite the fact that the requesting party is also making a corresponding request for assassinations and raids, there is no way they could fail to do so and expose themselves to their existence.

He needed to do something about us for his future credibility.

"I'm sorry, but I'll let the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce guys kill me regardless of the request."

"Hihi, fine... my life turned into a mess because of them. I don't care what happens to them, it's not what I found out."

Oh?

If I thought there was only the Gleasons, a man in fine clothes came out of the back room, unlike the Raiders. The clothes are superior, but they felt worn, and the fat meat was boosting the clothes from the inside.

"Hey, could that be..."

"It also matches the characteristics we were talking about, so they think it's Baron Lindbergh."

Melissa, who was next door, tells me.

The way it looks - ugly. End of the line.

Fat meat. He wears such ornaments as a categorical ring. I couldn't watch it anymore.

Is it time for me to go?

"Ira."

"Okay."

Slash the warehouse walls.

"What!?

Just make a sound like a wall collapse and you'll be noticed.

"Nice to meet you. He's the one you've been trying to assault."

Me and Salma both see the Raiders.

They just rattled and trembled when they saw me and couldn't act on anything.

"Apparently, it's real."

Salma pulls out her sword.

I could feel the magic from my sword, so I tried using an appraisal.

"What the... crap"

I'm pretty sure it's a magic sword that's a magic tool, but it's a crappy substitute from those of us whose ranks use C- and S-rank weapons.

"Apparently, you don't know what it's worth."

I mistook that for not knowing what it was worth, Salma.

"I'm glad you came from that way. First, I'm gonna chop you up from the three of you."

Not only the leader Salma, but all but the trembling raiders and Baron Lindbergh were armed.

"I'll tell you because you seem to be making some mistake. We're not here to sell fights."

"What?"

"It's a fight you guys sold to us first. We just bought a sold fight. Naturally, we've been attacking people taking their lives, so I'm guessing we're thinking about the possibility that we could be destroyed."

"Come on, you could have said that line a lot in a situation surrounded by this number of people"

We are surrounded by about sixty men.

"Where the miscellaneous fish gathered..."

"Temeye!"

One of them heard my words coming at me with a sword in his hand, but Ira's sword made me break it both ways in one swing.

He hesitated to see the men attacking him when he saw his desperate companion in one blow.

Only one blow made me think of the difference in power.

"What are you guys doing!?

Baron Lindbergh is barking at me for not understanding the difference in such power.

"You are paying taxes collected from the people! I won't allow you to fail here."

"Is that what you mean..."

I was wondering how the like-minded Lindbergh family rewarded opponents like the Gleasons, but where did it come from? Taxes from the inhabitants.

"I'm gonna go for a second"

Leaving only one word to Isla and Melissa, he steps from his back and knocks him to the floor as he moves behind Baron Lindbergh in a leap (jump).

"Huh!"

Baron Lindbergh, slapped on the floor, had a dirty voice.

You're disgusting to the point of screaming.

"Hey, do what!? I'm noble!

"Will you shut up for a second? At least privately, I wouldn't admit a guy who uses taxes he collects from his residents to be a lord."

"It's a people in my territory! I don't care, it's my freedom!

I can't save you at all.

The city of Alistair, where we live, sometimes has a large number of residents of things that are on the border, and tax revenues are high, and the resulting tax revenues are spent on infrastructure development so that they are returned to the residents. In a harsh place called the border, we have to live with each other.

I don't know what kind of place this guy's territory is, but this guy doesn't understand the area.

"Shut up, pig"

"Pigs!?

"I'm really upset that you're not my father."

"About what...?

At least I don't think my mother could have been happy.

"No, we don't have that pig."

"You have a hard time understanding why you were trying to get along with this."

Ira and the women throw hard words at me.

But I think I noticed it in those words.

"Right...... you guys are milanese kids!?

"Then what's up?

"My life has gone crazy since that woman turned me down. My dad didn't even try to give me the Lord's throne until he died. Instead, at the end of the day, he would tell me to choose between relatives, and he couldn't marry me because he said 'hey......' or something, even if I wanted to move on with the conversation!

Well, no woman would want to marry you in this look.

I looked at Ira to try it and she was shaking her head like she was frightened. Moreover, our Lord's seat may have been in jeopardy because of his incompetence.

Shut the fuck up.

Use dark magic to increase the weight of Baron Lindbergh to make him immobile.

"Ira, Melissa. I'll take care of the rest of the mess, so I'm leaving a voicemail for Sylvia."

"Okay."

"Yes."

Yes, I had Sylvia stay with the escort in case it happened.

But I could hear the words' everyone because I'm in the warehouse 'coming out of the mouth of the Gleasons, and now there's no longer any point in leaving Sylvia behind.

"I wanted to break out, too."

I can hear Sylvia screaming in her reading, which was quite stressful.