Then for a few days, the adventurers searched the city diligently, but with no absurd results.

The magicians aren't too close to the company (of which) that made them more vigilant, and the folks on Leather Street aren't getting any particular information.

I can't get my hands on it, I guess I'm watching things somewhere.

The magician won't get caught, so naturally, I can't get him out of my office.

At the office with the windows closed, the entrance awakens as the two guards of the Sword Fang Corps are consolidated, and from time to time, they wield a stick to make sure no one is there.

The paperwork had accumulated, so I should have headed to my desk to clean it up at this time, but the lantern lights alone are hard to do anything about it. I hear the craftsmen working in the morning, and in the evening I hear them interrupting over the wall, so I have the feeling of day and night, but being in the dark is slowly becoming disillusioned. I feel like I'm continuing to dive into the underground labyrinth or winter cages. Well, the environment is extraordinarily better than that.

"Sarah, you can go outside. It's bad for you to be caged in a room too much."

Sarah is caged all the time in the office as well as me. You don't have to hang out with me and get sick, so that's what I said, Sarah shakes her head and denies it.

"To Kenji, I don't know what sorcery you're using. You can't just leave me alone."

That's what I said, I'm not leaving.

"That being said. What are you going to do if I'm manipulated by magic to do you harm?"

And I tried to threaten you.

"Then, then, then."

I won't deal with it.

To be honest, I don't think it's likely that you're continuing to bewitch me.

At that time, I think I had some sort of cognitive-distorting sorcery, but I don't think the magician had the time to do any other sorcery at the same time.

Because the exercise of advanced witchcraft requires expensive catalysts, magicians tend to try to accomplish their purpose with the least amount of witchcraft they need. So there's no more than one sorcery, it should be.

However, this is the story of watching a poor adventurer mage, and an armed mage employed by a grand aristocrat may be moving with different logic again.

But I was experiencing a professional atmosphere from the magician's M.O. to achieve results with either rationality or minimal effort and risk. So it also seems right to assume that it is something that takes logical action.

But it's time to make some moves.

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That night I woke up with the sound of a quiet knock in my office room.

I was writing to my desk, but he was asleep at some point.

The door is locked from the inside, so it cannot be opened from the outside.

"Who?

When I approach the door and ask, I hear "It's Kirik".

For once, me and Sarah pull out the dagger and open the door so we can fight indoors and be good.

I don't think Kilik's being manipulated, but he's following the first procedure.

Kirik continued without changing his complexion after seeing us like that.

"The captain is here. Sounds urgent."

Finally, are you here?

I felt my face smile naturally.