Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

- Anero point of view

The two of us peek into the material in the hands of the Alliance Master. One of the large open pages is a map depicting the entire Wang capital and some kind of written mark. And the other had an overview of the incident that occurred.

"... assaults and extortion are nearly doubling after the demonic raid?

"That's right. When it comes to security, people who have fled the demonic attacks are entering the city and making a case... but that doesn't seem like it."

A human being who has fled wearing it probably doesn't even have food, of course. Naturally, the King and other officials are not incompetent, so they should be supporting them with simple camps, cookouts, etc. That's why they won't all be happy with it, and some of them will be self-inflicted by losing their families and property, so it's natural to assume that such a person is making a case. But would that double the number of incidents across the Wang capital? You disagree with me twisting my neck, and the Alliance Master doesn't seem very convinced either.

"... you're definitely lurking"

"I knew it was natural to think so."

Two of us snort ununung. Any race, not just the Demons, will do about as much sabotage in the other country if it becomes war. I hear the Demons can also use magic to change their appearance. Maybe he's pretending to be a human being and aiming for a deterioration in security.... I just can't deny the possibility that it's rampant without thinking about it. That's all I thought about, and I realized there was something else. With all this suspicious involvement of the Demons, there is naturally no response.

"If you have this information, isn't it something a soldier and a knight would go and find out soon?

Yes, of course. No matter what the state of the country is, policing continues, and guards and the like can't be left alone because that's their job. But to my question, the Alliance Master just returns a toothless reply.

"That's... Thanks for the order from the top, but it's forbidden to do anything other than ex-post."

"I didn't know it was forbidden... to search for the killer?

"No way."

"... stupid"

Though I thought it was unlikely, if it's the king himself who's being blackmailed, is that even possible? Anyway, it's not a decent situation. But because of that situation, it can also be said that it is the turn of a man like me. I turned my back on the Alliance Master in a rough fashion, bearing in mind only the general location where many incidents took place, as I did not need so much time to remember the contents of this degree of material.

"Oh, hey?

"I got the information I wanted to know. Thank you. Keep up the work."

"You're going to look directly into it?

Nod over your back toward the amazing Alliance Master. I know it's nothing to say I'll find out, but at least I should be able to catch the Devil's eye. It would be good if they were alert enough to divert attention from the people around them and target me alone.

"I know it's a good thing I'm worried about you, brave man, but be careful."

"Thank you. I'll remember your liver."

If we don't have meals to make it a little easier for Lord Lapis and the others to move - aware of the danger, I left my guild behind.

§ § §

- Bandit Perspective

Miss Lapis and I broke up. We got to the tavern that was nearby as soon as possible. Because it's still a bright time, or the guests in the store are sparse and just filled with some tables. But still, there seems to be a certain number of liquor lovers who have been drinking for me since daylight, and the small store was full of the smell of liquor. After I pick a seat that was near them like that, I quickly call for service and order it.

"There you are. What can I get you?

"Ale in one, two fruit liquors for now."

"Okay. Wait a minute."

The servant, who took a few pieces of copper coins he had placed on the table, quickly disappeared into the kitchen when he put them in the pocket of an apron. And when he returns without putting down time for a few minutes, he puts the three jocks in his hand on the table.

"Take your time."

When I quickly grabbed it and glistened at its contents, the lukewarm liquid stuck in my stomach with the bitterness - but I was aware that my brow was bent. The two sisters sitting across from me, Avenice and Epsilon, look alike.

(- Tastes bad. Aren't you even chilling ale for the king's capital? Is this common in this country? I hear the level of the tavern represents the food situation in that country, but this guy is terrible)

Point your gaze at Chirali and the surroundings. I still don't know what to say or what to say, the customers around me didn't look like they were drinking too deliciously either. Sometimes there's a guy who overlaps his cup with a bump of words that don't make sense, but I guess that doesn't matter what the taste is, he just wants to get drunk.

"Ahhh! Fuck you!

Suddenly, when one of those drunks screamed out loud, he slammed a jock in his hand against the table. A surprised surrounding guest would pay attention to the man, but he was rushed away from his eyes when he was returned with a harsh gaze to intimidate his surroundings. But there's a threesome here that doesn't even look like that. The man naturally noticed our gaze, which we observe plainly and intriguingly, and when he took his seat, he approached us with his big crotch.

"What the fuck? Oi! Are you even complaining about something!

Catch an unconstructively stretched arm and tap into the table using the momentum of a man. Naturally, the sisters who expected me to do something have already retreated with their cups in their hands.

"Huh! What are you doing? Stop it!"

If you gently twist your arms without much effort, the man screams less of a pain. I spoke soothingly as I weighed myself on the back of a man trying to escape from a rampage and held down his movements.

"Well, calm down, Osama. I don't know what happened, but this is a fun place to drink, right? It's not good to mess around with someone else."

"And don't say the wind that you found out! What do you know about me?

"I don't know anything. So, well, why don't you talk to me? What Osama is angry about"

As soon as he releases a little kill with a smile on his face, the man looks at me as a ghost, as the momentum has disappeared until then. I don't know what to say to myself, but most guys can keep their mouths shut without actually fighting. It's easy to control the extent of the drunkenness that you drank in the tavern and storm.

"... okay. I'll talk to you. So let me go."

"That's hard work. Well, then, sister! Give this Osama a glass of water, please!

Take the copper coin from the pocket and play it with your fingers towards the service. The man watching the condition had a troubled look on his face as he rubbed his liberated arm.