I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

"This is the home of Argna."

About 300 kilometers southwest of Minora, King of Ende. Naval, a settlement in the deep valley of the mountains, is the home of Argna.

Just a few fields cut along the creek and dozens of small houses crowded with shoulder-to-shoulder settlements. There is nothing to see but the surrounding mountain forests.

The road that sticks to the cut mountain skin is so thin that the carriage can't be different. If I had been running that road honestly, I might have unwrapped somewhere and fallen to the bottom of the valley. I was right to fly in.

"I didn't think there was still a village left. I thought it was already crushed."

To be honest, it's a country. Such a countryside is unlikely to be seen in Japan even in the Showa period. Aren't you in the mountains of Shikoku? It is not impossible for a young man (Agna) to jump out of town yearning. I might want to go and say, "Ola, I don't like this village, I have cows in Ginza." There is also Argna's spicy mouthfeel.

In modern or modern Japan, you might be able to live in agriculture and forestry in such rural areas. But this is a different world. Things are a little different.

The fact that there is a lot of nature in the countryside, that is, there are many monsters around, which means that death is close. A big claw bear would destroy a small village in a matter of hours. Neglect is different from crisis level digits.

Young people aspire not only to a fashionable life, but also to a safe life. It's too tangible. Although, it seems that Argna's yearning was a fish, not an urban one.

"I didn't know there was a settlement here... and I still haven't figured out what's going on in our country."

Mr. Murdoch, a guide accompanying him, sighs and spills. You're the guide, but you didn't know, so you're not the guide anymore, are you? Well, our real role is surveillance.

"It's impossible without knowing. This is a hideout."

A hideout?

The remnants of the Seema clan who lost the Unity War live in hiding.

"Oh, my God!? The Seema clan!?"

Mr Murdoch is surprised. The Conductor...

The Seema clan is said to be the royal family of the country south of Ende. This is the country Grants fought with until the end of the Unity War. Face it, the royals were all executed after the defeat, but they survived.

"It's subtle by blood. The king's younger brother at the time gave birth to the gardener's daughter. He was born just before the defeat, so he's officially recognized."

"I see, so you slipped through the surveillance net? Certainly, if he was a bastard, he wouldn't have been able to pursue it."

I guess there's someone out there who can't stand it anymore. But if the royal blood stayed uninterrupted thanks to that, the rude king's brother could hardly be said to have helped. The daughter of the surviving gardener is undoubtedly the only royalty because all the other royalties are in the book.

Dreaming of the resurrection of the lost royal family, the only survivor of the royal family in the mountain hideout is the female ambush. It's a common setting in stories, but I didn't think I'd actually see it. That's how strange stories suddenly come to me.

Stories are often driven by enemies or visitors from outside the village, but this time we may be the visitors.

... I guess I'll have to play sidekick here. Correct origin (?) For me from a serf, I don't think I can play the leading role in such a royal story. Well, it's the usual. Never mind. As long as I'm the star of my life.

Lower the carriage to what appears to be the only square in the settlement. It's a small square about two sides of a tennis court. There is a roofed well in the corner that seems to be common.

The villagers who noticed us gather from the fields and from the inside of the house. About forty people. There are old people to children, but they seem to be a little older. They tend to be in marginal settlements.

All adult men have some sort of weapon. Most of them are farming tools such as poor wooden jars and barrels, but some have old but well-maintained swords and spears. I suppose he was prepared for the day he came. Not yet, but maybe.

Half of what you're wearing can't be considered high-end. It's just plain enough to be dyed with a slight pattern on a coarse linen in the eyes, or just to be able to sew tanned fur into the shape of clothes. All of them are old and tired. I was born and raised in Takumi Village. I don't think I can get the cloth because I don't have a deal.

Everyone is thin. Given the size of that field from above, it should be pretty tough to feed this many people. Probably not eating from the nearby forest. Of course, there are monsters in the mountains, and their lives are in danger. Yes, you shouldn't go in there so often. Enter the mountain knowing the danger, or save yourself by eating less. The result of constant pressures to make critical choices must be his fineness. It is painful to watch a skinny cat. Even if the patriotic society gets angry, I want to feed them.

Yes, they're all cat ears. A cat village in the back of the mountain, or, for short, a onion village. A mofflist is worth a visit.

Hair color is a lot of white and brown. There are also black and white bees and a few people with the same black hair as Argna. Are there tiger hair or leopard patterns? Apparently there are no more variations than Osaka's grandmother. I would be surprised if there were purple glitter.

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?

A dark-haired, epic cat shouts from among the cat herd. If you can see that the surrounding cats are consolidating, this settlement is also very important.

"I'm not suspicious. We are adventurers from the Kingdom of West Midland. Our colleagues are from this settlement, so I came by to say hello."

Don't raise your voice. Cats are sensitive to shouting. For cats who are excited and alert, trying to be quiet and gentle is a good trick. Gyoniso would be perfect.

"Don't lie! What kind of dog is that? Most likely Ende's dog bastards! They must have sent us here to eradicate our family!

Can't you hear me? Well, considering the establishment of the settlement, I guess that would be worse. The cats around them are also hardening themselves with vigilance and tension. My tail is swelling up.... so cute.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have been back inside."

"No, no, I couldn't leave my face behind. It is more trustworthy not to hide it from the beginning than to be alerted from behind."

"It would be helpful if you could say so. But what about this....."

Mr Murdoch is pondering. You must be feeling responsible and thinking of a solution. But this is not a big problem.

"Argna"

"Uyaaa... I can't help it"

Argna, who had been pulled into the carriage, looked out.

If the settlers themselves come out, it is clear that they are not lying. Nothing more guarantees innocence.

"It's been a long time, guys."

"Nh!? Are you... Anastasia!?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's just like when I was a kid, and I call it Argna."

Anastasia? Is that Argna's real name? That's a pretty awesome name. Argna is a nickname or a common name. Argna has been an adventurer for some time, and a short name would be better for an adventurer.

"... Princess?

"Anastasia?

"Princess! The missing princess is back!

"Your Highness! Welcome back!!"

"Welcome back, princess!

As soon as Argna showed her face, the cats gathered in the square rushed in. Oops, cat paint. You can stroke it now! Can I pick up the cat there!? Take it home!?

... huh? Princess? Argna?

"... that's why I didn't want to come back."

Ehhhh!?