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

- Ciel point of view

Having been able to make contact with the Bandit Guild eliminates the need for us to move around in vain in the King's Capital. Separately from them, we were going to look into the Stieds' nobility on our own, but we had no idea exactly what it would be best to look into, so we decided to say bakery or wait very long for them to bring us some information after all.

Is it the influence of that bandit guild guy - whose name I heard later was called Gold - who asked me to work, without getting tangled up by Gorotsuki from the next day, with a peaceful day going on? The people involved in the inn don't even try to look at each other, and that's how powerful the Alliance seemed to be.... There's a chance that we're both just freaking out.

"Hey, I haven't seen a soldier at all since I stayed at this inn, but they don't even patrol around here?

Speaking to the innkeeper one morning while eating on the ground floor, as usual, he answered me as I wiped the dishes I washed.

"Soldiers rarely come around here. Sometimes it's insecure, but the commanding class at the scene is bribed by the Alliance. So unless there's more to it, soldiers don't come to the slam."

I see. Regardless of the bribery of the commander, the end soldier is a life-threatening species, and you're saying the nominee won't move to the point where he's hiding? Thankfully for us, I'm disappointed in the way the kingdom has abandoned policing from the beginning. Well, because of that, I'm effortlessly rolling around here.

Slam grew close to me when I started staying at this inn. I used to think about another world where I didn't have anything to do with it, but when I actually see and hear it at the distance I touch it with my skin, it makes me think about it a lot.

There are many floaters and orphans who do not see themselves in the heart of the city facing the boulevard first. Many of them are thin and thin and seem to lack a daily diet. Naturally, the clothes you wear can't be described as clothes, and many people don't wear shoes. Besides, you don't have the habit of wiping your body because there are no wells, it stinks terribly. I even felt terrified at the way he just stuck his hand out silently trying to grace something as he looked up at us like dead fish that came through.

But looking at them like that, I noticed something odd. Because they are the helpless beings that can be described as the bottom line of society, but they didn't have what they were supposed to have. I mean, a corpse. If they are not satisfied with their daily meals, they live once they die of hunger or are deprived of their power. When I went back to the inn and hit the shopkeeper with such a question, he answered me with a glance.

"The guilds are distributing food to them. Even so, I can't feed you three meals a day, so you can eat at most one meal a day."

"Surprised. I can't believe the Bandit Guild is doing charity."

The shopkeeper snarls his nose as he mocks me for being impressed by unexpected facts.

"You can't be. I'm only applying that to someone who might be able to use it as a constituent in the future. Other than that, he's dead."

But the body...

"There are many uses for corpses. Experiments with necromancy, for example, or targets of trials? Neither of us can complain about the way we treat the bodies of the unaccompanied. It's gonna be pretty good money."

I even lost a moment reviewing the Bandit Guild. After all, they are a gathering of the outer roads. I can't help but be angry about a situation where I have to use the help of such an organization. Swallow the water with anger, the constituents of the bandit guild we were just talking about - Gold showed up.

"Get out of my way."

He doesn't care about me, he doesn't even try to hide his grump, he sits directly next to me without saying no. And when he received the cup from the store owner, he opened the contents at once.

"Okay, sisters. I've kept you waiting a long time, but good news. I've got news for Prince Magna."

The excitement between me and Karin, who accidentally took a seat, spared Gold his hand controlling this one just to calm down.

"Even so, I didn't make direct contact, so it's not definitive yet. It's just that there's a good chance. You still want to hear that?

"Of course not. That's why I asked for it. If it's off, I'll have it researched again."

"Right. Then let's talk."

Did the dampening of his throat make him feel better, Gold began to talk about information he had collected single-handedly with notes taken from his nostalgia. Here's how it happened by his story.

First, we asked for Prince Magna's search request just a week ago. Gold quickly summed up a conversation with the guild executives and said he used the power of the entire organization to do everything in his power to search for Prince Magna. They say the Bandit Guild's information network is wide enough to cover most of this Bordeaux kingdom, but it seems that it was the Wang Capital and the surrounding areas that put particular effort into this one.

Because if you're looking into even the local cities, the boulders are understaffed, and people's access is relatively easy to grasp. Besides, Prince Magna said the Alliance expected him to be lurking in the king's capital after the raid because none of the other sightings were there.

The guild's members seem to be diverse in a variety of races, from gold-like strengths to open-air clerks, merchants in and out, and city wanderers. So no matter how strong the fortress is, or how ordinary the house is, there's nowhere they can't find out. Again this time in a vigilant aristocratic neighborhood, it seemed like a thorough examination of whether there were any aristocratic mansions moving out of the ordinary.

"As it turns out, I suspect a noble mansion disguised as a Steed"

"Is that... is that why you saw Prince Magna in the mansion?

"The other way around. Instead of seeing it, I was convinced it was suspicious because the Alliance people couldn't get in."

I mean, anywhere - that's where the guild humans who can even get into the royal castle can't get in and out of - that's where people are restricted - that's where I came to the conclusion that people or things are hidden that I'm not going to let anyone see.

"We thought the mansion was suspicious and thoroughly examined the amount of garbage and food that came out of it. So... Ever since about after the coup d 'état, apparently there has been a lot of food consumed and garbage being put out there. If Prince Magna is in hiding, isn't that where he and a few of his escort knights are hiding?

"Did you look it up that way? Wow."

(True, it's a big deal...)

I'm impressed with you, Karin. I felt the same way though I wouldn't put it in my mouth. After all, organizational skills are not an insult. I can't believe even the cutter and the famous Prince Magna couldn't imagine having a leg from such a trivial thing.

"So what's the name of that nobleman?

"Oh, his name is Marquis Bilago. You're a Steed middle-aged aristocrat, and you're an emerging aristocrat who's recently risen. I just thought he was an emerging aristocrat who bribed Prince Steed and bought his place for money... and Prince Magna would do something about it."

"But you couldn't prevent me from ambushing you, could you? Then you're not very trusted, are you?

"Not really. The death of Prince Magna has not yet been confirmed. I mean, wouldn't that be proof that someone told you beforehand about the danger and you could afford to run away?

"That's... yes, but"

Karin's a tough face to put her arms together like she's not convinced. I'd like to take Karin's side in the mood, but I agree with Gold on all this. Even if Billago were among the Magnas, that alone could not have helped stop this coup d 'état. The same goes for the delicate position of being medium-sized, but the main purpose of the intermediate is only to circulate information. You must have chosen to pretend to be on your side and turn your back, rather than betray the table when the coup broke out.

"Well, that's how I found it. We'll be tough on the boulders from here on out. If you want to break in poorly, you're likely to be slashed and thrown away without question. That's where you come in."

What do we do? And that's what Gold's eyes were asking. I don't have the option of being fed so far and telling them not to move. Our answers are determined from the beginning.

"Naturally, I'm going to break in. Try to be as peaceful as you can."

"Even so, I'm going to be able to help in the end..."

Even if I told him we were Rubias' people, I don't think he'd let me see him. I had a pretty good feeling it was going to be a fight.

"Right. Well, good luck with that. If Prince Magna were really in that mansion..."

"Yeah, I'll pay you. Prince Magna, our employer."

You were horrified to hear that, Gold grinned niggly. When we flatten the breakfast beautifully, we check with Sassa and turn to the inn entrance and exit. Well, shall we go to the Marquis of Bilago and the Dollar Mansion if there are ghosts or snakes?