I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

3 days to sail the ship. We spent a whole lot of time eating and walking and gobbling. It's been a while since you've had time to relax.

As a result, I went to the orphanage to play again. I dared to take my time off, so all I came out with was tea and baked sweets. But that's fine. At that time, the purpose was to thank you for your tea. I won't say it, but I left Curry's thank you with me the other day. The money was going to scare me, so it's a bunch of flour, sugar and spices.

And the morning of the promise. We were on our way to the ship.

"Don't you finally make it to the Beast Nation."

"Mmm. Fun"

"Unlike last time, this is a gutsy request for an escort. You're not going to enjoy the voyage with grace."

"Arms squeal"

I've had my arms up since then. It won't be a problem if it's about the Miscellaneous Fish Warcraft. Midgals Olm class opponents might suck when they come out.

In front of the ship, the captains and officials are doing something like a meeting. As Fran approached, he cut up the story and spoke from the other side.

"Hey, Princess Black Thunder. Kind regards from today. I'm Jerome, captain of the Argieva."

"Mm. Fran the Rank C Adventurer. Greetings."

Two people shaking hands with disappointment. Weirdly there is a wavelength, they smile at each other. Fran won't know it's a smile unless someone sees it.

"Whoa! You there! Show Lord Fran to the deputy captain!

"Ugly."

"Tell me more from the deputy captain. I have a sailing procedure."

The official who was talking to Jerome seems to be from the Harbor Authority. I guess it takes a lot of formalities to sail. Even the planet, the ship cannot sail on its own, and routes and priorities should have been clearly determined in the bay.

The harbour rules seemed similar, even though they were different worlds. Especially since the Argieva we ride is a big ship. If you move out on your own, there will be a tremendous mess.

"This way."

"Mmm."

Go up a staircase that extends to nearly 100 steps, just to board the ship. That's all you can tell about the enormity of the ship.

On a wide deck, many sailors were working. Speak to one man whose sailor is the supervisor.

"Lieutenant!

"Yes? Oh, is that the last one?

"Ugh. This is Fran, the adventurer."

"Fran the Rank C Adventurer. I've been asked to escort you."

"This is Deputy Captain Buffett."

The deputy captain was a man who seemed weak even if he wanted to be a hyoron. Even if you look at that movement, you can tell it's less combative. Appraisal shows that he is still a non-combatant. There are only 1 Skill in the battle system: Archery and 1 LV. Instead, the skills that the deputy captain seemed to need, such as commerce, speech, arithmetic and surveying, were highly skilled.

It's the race that bothered me the most. Looks like a goat beast man. What do you care? 'Cause it's Mr. White Goat, right? Wouldn't you eat important paperwork or something?

"I heard the story, but I didn't know the rumored princess Black Thunder was such a young lady... It's still hard to believe even if you look straight at it."

"But the captain said for sure, didn't he?

"Mm-hmm. Real"

"I'm not suspicious, either, am I? It's just that to a non-combatant like me, you really look like a runaway adventurer. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Fine. Common"

"Ha. Good. Now let's get you face-to-face with the other adventurers. I'd appreciate it if we could get along."

"Do good."

"Do so. Okay, just a moment."

The deputy captain instructs his men to go get the other adventurers. They say we were the last ones to arrive.

"How many are there?

"You're 12, including you. There are fighters on this ship, too, but if you don't get adventurers on board, it's annoying."

It seems customary to hire a certain number of adventurers because of smudges between countries and guilds. It is also certain that experienced adventurers can be helpful when things happen. So it seemed normal for most ships to hire adventurers in addition to their own combatants.

"Lord Fran is the only solo adventurer."

"Strength?

"I can't judge my skill, but there's one Rank C party in terms of rank. You have one Rank D party and one Rank E party. Especially since the leader of the Rank C Party is an individual Rank B adventurer."

Yeah. Does that mean you have a lot of hand work? Even so, a little hassle? You might have to ask for their instructions when something happens, and I don't like being used with my jaw, okay? Anyway, I don't think Fran will follow suit.

Looks like you're here.

"... strong"

"Right."

An earlier sailor takes me on a walk with adventurers from aboard. One of the things that caught my particular attention was the warrior-style man who was in the lead. Pretty strong. I'm pretty sure he's the only Rank B Adventurer this guy has.

But I think I've seen it somewhere. The man's blue armor definitely looks familiar... Um, I can't remember. Have you missed the Adventurer Alliance?

Lord Mordred, this way.

The blue armored man says Moldred, apparently. It's some kind of a betrayal name, but it's okay, right?

"There's your last escort, I'd like to introduce you"

It was not Moldred who responded to the deputy captain, but the little man beside him.

"Hey. Did you call Brother Mordred to introduce you to one little girl? It would be polite for him to come say hello."

It's annoying, but it can also be called an honest argument. 'Cause normally, a Rank B Adventurer Mordred would be better off than his little girl Fran.

A lot of Mordred party members and men nod to agree with the little man.

"Brother, lick these guys about your brother..."

But it was Moldred of the day who controlled the sudden little man.

"Hey, if you don't want to expose yourself to shame, keep it that way, Sulnin"

"Huh?"

"The underside goes to greet the superior. Naturally. That's why I should keep my head down."

"Hey, what are you talking about, brother!

To the words of a sudden brother, a little man called Sulnin shouts his surprise. But Mordred, regardless, lowered his head gently toward Fran.

"Sorry, my men have been rude"

"Mm-hmm. I don't care"

"Let me name you again. I'm Rank C Party, leader of Iron God's Breath, Moldred."

"Rank C Adventurer, Fran"

Listening to Fran's introduction, the sulnins tried to speak up again. Because it's rank C. Because he is a superior adventurer over them, but no matter what he thinks, he cannot be considered superior to Moldred. But before they get stuck with Fran, Moldred talks to Fran again.

"Are you sure it's the Black Thunder Princess?

"That's what they often call it these days"

"Again. Let me see all the martial arts."

"Were you in Urmut?

"To participate, it's just me. I lost to Lord Fermus in World War 2."

Oh, I remember where I met this guy. It's a militant tournament. I watched this guy's game rather than I met him. When I told him that, he reminded me of Mordred, too.

"Melting iron magic?

I remembered how impressed I was to see him handle the iron melting magic quite skillfully. Right, that participant?

"You know what? Remember?

"Mm-hmm. Because I was strong."

"I beat Fermus, who completed me, and I'm honored to have you say that."

"Uh, brother?

"You guys wouldn't know because you were caged in a crystal cage, but she's the # 3 winner of the militant tournament. Still rank C, but only fighting power isn't rank A and less colored"

"Yes!"

"Seriously!

"Ugh......!

"True. Much stronger than me."

It was just after Moldred said so.

"" "I'm sorry -!

The adventurers dive before Fran and decide to sit down in the ground at the same time. Well, you don't hate clean people, do you? Fran didn't seem angry either, rather he was watching with interest the sight of the big men sitting in the ground.