I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Rank C Party, the Iron God breathing men had begun to introduce themselves to each other again after getting Fran's forgiveness in the flying dungeon.

Honestly, I feel like the dungeons are overdone, but these guys look pretty sports club based. Besides, I felt used to it. Maybe he's used to it.

Until earlier, the high attitude lurks the ringing, and the men come out poorly with a peck. I guess it's extra effective that Moldred said he's far stronger than he is.

In one word, it was surprising that the adventurer suddenly changed his attitude to such an extent that he could not even feel the strength of his opponent. Normally, I think it would leave an insult somewhere to look at Fran's appearance.

Maybe that's how much Moldred is trusted. I guess I believe that his words would never be a lie.

Still, what do you say you're much stronger? Regardless of the state of awakening, I don't think there is much difference in the normal state.

The impression I saw at the martial arts tournament was that Moldred felt like a magical warrior of match craftsmanship. Maybe not inferior to Corbelt. If you're insulting me, you're a dangerous opponent.

"These four are my party members."

"" "Nice to meet you!

"Mm-hmm. Nice to meet you. Then again, me too. Rank C Adventurer Fran. And this girl is Ursi."

"On!"

"Wow, a wolf all of a sudden!

"Or you're out of the shadows!

"Wow. That's pretty strong."

"Mm-hmm. I can count on you."

Mordred doesn't panic, unlike his men, when a strong warcraft like Ursi suddenly emerges. He feels the strength of a wolf, smiling and nodding. They're simply delighted that they've gained more powerful combat power. That's great. The other adventurers stare at Ursi in faraway windings.

"Well, shall I introduce the others? First of all, they're Rank D Parties, the Land of Red."

"Best regards"

"Hello."

"Dude."

Leader-like men seem serious, but two people on both sides return relaxed greetings. The red earth was a strange party. First, all three had green scales on their faces and parts of their arms. Apparently he is a serpent beast man. The exterior is very similar, a thin macho of high height, all equipped with double swords. You make the same face.

"Exactly."

"Haha, we were three brothers. We're all doing adventurers wandering the world. It's been a long time since I've been able to return home, and I've been escorted by this ship."

They all have the same skill structure because they learned combat techniques from their fathers. That looks just like it, though, more convincing than saying three brothers.

I was told the way to tell was the hairstyle...... Well, when we talk, let's check the name in the appraisal.

His face is compelling, but he seemed like a nice bunch of guys. There doesn't seem to be any prejudice against the Black Cats. The leader's brother is serious, and his younger brothers look challenged.

"Last but not least, Rank E Party, the Crystal Guardian."

"Oh, my God."

"It's been the other day."

"Aha, haha"

The last three look familiar. I mean, it was the guys I beat up the other day in a mock fight. They were Miguel the Great Swordsman, Riddick the Serious Spear, and Naria the Bow Man woman.

"What, do you guys know Lord Black Thunder?

"Do you say you know me, I was beaten up in a mock fight a few days ago"

"Well, you guys were Gilmouth's apprentices. I envy you, Princess Black Thunder and Mock Battle. Well, if you know him, he talks fast."

I don't even know you enough, but it helps that you don't have to show Fran what he's capable of.

"Why are you here?

"Actually, we deplored our immaturity in a mock fight with Mr. Fran"

"When there are nine of us, we're relieved by the number, and we're talking about getting laid."

"We're talking about breaking up the party once and working each of us out again."

They didn't even waste a mock fight with Fran at all. Looks like they planted some sense of crisis.

"Yes. Good luck."

"Yes."

"I'll do my best!

"The more instructional whips, thank you!

At the end of everyone's introduction, Moldred and Fran alone were set aside for a light discussion. The deputy captain also thinks these two are the top adventurers. The lower party left saying they would follow the decision of the two.

"Now, first of all, do you want me to make my command clear? As far as I'm concerned, do you mind if I put it under you?

Moldred is meritocracy. Besides, he seemed to be the type of person who thought combat power was important. He's putting up a franc for me, but I can't command a franc or anything. Naturally, so am I. In the first place, I don't have any knowledge. It would definitely be better for Rank B Adventurer Moldred to take overall command. So I decided not to make that suggestion.

"I can't command you."

"So what do we do?

"You take command. I want you to treat me like a guerrilla."

Special, I'll throw you all the trouble and let you do whatever you want! Heh heh heh, sounds good when it comes to play, but it's like saying you move as you please at your discretion. Well, what Moldred says......

"Okay. That's okay. But when you move alone, it's nice to have a word here."

"Mm-hmm. I'll do good."

"Well, I'm also concerned about giving instructions to someone stronger than me. Just let me give you directions for emergencies, okay?

"Of course it is"

"... I hope so"

I have a deep sigh, but I wonder if you would have accepted it for once. If you're free to move, that's fine.

"Now that we're done talking, let me show you to Lord Fran's room."

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"It may be a little narrow, but forgive me there"

"I'm fine. With a bed, that's fine"

"No, that's just not so bad though"

The room the sailors showed us was close to the entrance to the deck. I guess I'll be able to jump right out when things happen. For once, it seems to be a private room given to the superior among combatants.

This way.

"Mm-hmm. Good room"

"If you say so, I'll be glad to hear it."

You thought Fran was flattering, and the sailors were frightened to the end. But Fran means it. I like this room too, I rather love it.

Sure, the room is small. But for once, it's a private room, and a pretty clean bed and side chest. Closet to a desk that is not even poorly built. The demonic props of the lights were also suspended from the ceiling, which would have been far compared to the lodging there.

It's just that my tension agate point isn't like that. My eyes were pointed at a window attached to the top of the cabin. It was fitted with round windows, like those attached to the so-called ships. A strip of light plugging from a small round window into a dim cabin. That's all, but it makes me feel weird. It feels like The Cabin.

Fran doesn't seem to hate this kind of atmosphere either, sitting on the bed patting her legs. And whine with an exciting look.

"I like this room"

"Me too."

Fran starts gobbling up in bed as it is. It went on until Fran got tired of it.