"It does appear that the figure of the Garth Master was witnessed at the Count Olmes residence. I'm pretty sure our man witnessed it. Just..."

"Just?"

"This is a report from someone who was infiltrated as a gardener, so I didn't know where I was in the mansion. What's more, it's unclear if he's still in the Count's mansion."

You think it's usually a hidden room, or a basement, or it's likely being pushed into those places? But he just accidentally witnessed where he was taken out to the hall on the ground floor for some reason.

He said it was the other day.

"Okay."

Fran nodded to Bermelia's words. But as soon as I panicked, Bermelia continued her words.

"We are now preparing to enter the Count of Olmes residence under the authority of the Count of Baileys! Don't imitate it sooner!

I guess I felt the struggle I was getting up from Fran without knowing it and thought I might go into it alone as it was.

In fact, I think Fran meant to. It's just that even as far as I'm concerned, Fran was the only one who disagreed with breaking into the Count's mansion. Even though he works evil, he's noble.

Definitely this one will be made the bad guy. Except if you're prepared to rescue Garth and get out of the country as it is, but I'm not going to. Nor do we know if we can definitively rescue Garth.

"Access to the Marquis Ashtoner residence is difficult, but permission should be granted in the name of an investigation into the Earl of Olmes. Absolutely. Within a few days, we will definitely move. See how it goes until then, as I will speak to Fran at that time."

He stares at Fran as Bermelia pleads.

'Fran, nod here. It would be better if you had a closer look at where Gauls is, the chances of being able to rescue him would increase.'

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"Oh, thank you"

Bermelia grates her chest in a hospitable manner.

As for Fran, he seems somewhat unhappy, but let's have a little more patience here. It's just that once he was motivated, he got the battle switch on. It's still leaking out of its body like a struggle seeps through.

You guessed that, too, Frederick, and opened his mouth, which had been closed so far.

"Bermelia, why don't you ask Princess Black Thunder to put an archery on it?

"Huh? Frederick? What are you talking about?

"Archaeology with the superior has a lot to gain. Besides, doesn't Princess Black Thunder want to move her body too?

"Mmm!"

Frederick's suggestion is best met by none other than Fran. You're already up off the bench and pulling me out.

"Bermelia, do it"

"... ok"

I guess Bermelia also realized that she should dissipate Fran's motivation here by listening to Frederick. I nod honestly at Fran's words of invitation.

No, that's not all, Bermelia seems to be on board too. I guess it also means she's a person who puts herself in the fight.

"Don't you have to pull it out?

"Yes, my precepts are in this state"

"Okay."

Bermelia holds nothing in her hand and faces Fran in seemingly handless condition. But that doesn't mean I'm good at fighting with my bare hands.

You can also use martial arts when checked in the appraisal, but you have a higher level of daggering, dark apparatus and throwing than that. You must be good at assassin tick fights combined with silent behavior and blockade of signs.

Well, I wouldn't dare tell Fran. That would be more fun for Fran, and it would be a special training for Fran. Well, how far will Fran cope with it at first sight?

The simulation begins when Frederick uses the technique of wrapping his surroundings in darkness to make sure that they are invisible from the outside.

It was Bermelia who set me up first. However, I think this is the right choice. While lightly dressed, there's no point in waiting for Fran's attack, where Bermelia's tactic of warfare is superior.

Even a stronger opponent can take down a steep spot with a dark vessel.

Bermelia strikes something out with a fairly familiar hand, even from me who doesn't have dark organ skills. Apparently, he threw something like the one he had planted on his sleeve.

It successfully suppresses prior killings and signs, and almost no behavior. But you were in a bit of a hurry. I thought too much about launching an attack before Fran approached me, and the time to unleash the attack was too far.

If you were a regular Rank C adventurer, you might have been able to induce agitation. If it worked, they would have done damage. But it didn't work for Fran. At this distance, Fran can see it and then react.

Simply tilt your neck gently, Vermelia's thrown flan. And as I stepped in all at once, I kicked Bermelia's dovetail with the forward kicking instructions.

"Shit."

"Ha ha...!

"Heh."

"Ugh."

Though he's being modest, did he fly his current kick back? It's taking damage, but it doesn't seem to be enough to stop moving. There's something about that foundation that doesn't insult you. More combat experience will make you stronger.

"Will it end like this! Ha!"

"Mm!"

"Shit!"

"That's just great......!

Bermelia put a short knife in both hands and danced straight to Fran. It generated a smokescreen just before, so let's throw something like the net. I guess that means I'm serious.

Fran blew up smoke and nets with wind magic, but by then Bermelia was already directly beside him. Look at that and change your mind. I thought it was the assassin type for the ambush, but the skill of that dagger was quite high.

Besides, it's slightly tricky. I guess it's to compensate for the lightness of the body and the low attack power of the short knife with centrifugal force. He slaps his short-knife on Fran with both hands, spinning like a circle and solo. And the blow was almost all steep aim.

"I see, if this is settled, it's possible to reverse the situation with a single blow."

Her teacher must have planted a battle that could have been won even by her opponents. I think it's best to escape if you can't beat someone, but there are occasions when you can't escape, when you shouldn't escape.

Nevertheless, we still lack experience. The attack was played by me, kicked and fisted and blown away from time to time. But the war will not fade from Bermelia's face. He comes toward Fran, shaking his watery ponytail. My mind would also be proof that I have a good workout.

Is it Frederick who's teaching Bermelia how to fight? Speaking of that Frederick, he watched Bermelia with a very gentle look. You look like a father or brother.

I'm not sure how these two relate either. Bermelia with the Baileys surname and Frederick speaking for her. For once, he seems to be treating Bermelia's men...

The race is half dragon to dragon, and I think there's something going on. I'm just wondering if it's okay to ask. I don't want to stick my neck in the drooling inside of a nobleman.

But you had someone who couldn't read the air.

"Hey, what's the relationship between Bermelia and Frederick? You're just the same half dragon guy?

I'm Fran. I normally ask in the middle of a break. Then Bermelia answered surprisingly lightly. They weren't as secret as I thought.

"What kind of relationship is difficult to say, but isn't it close to a guardian? He said he was a guard who used to serve my mother, but when my father took me, he came to this country with me."

"So your mother's not in this country?

"Yes. My father - my father is Count Baileys, whom Fran also met the other day. My mother and I were sent to the Goldician continent."

When it comes to the Goldician continent, it must have been a place covered with most of it by warcraft so huge that it swallowed the continent. Sure, I've heard stories about the dragonman's empire.

"I hear my mother was my father's caregiver."

So the Count and the mother of Bermelia became friends of men and women, and Bermelia was born. But the Count had to return to the country at the end of the secondment period, and that's when Bermelia was taken over by the Count, he said.

Regardless, the Count had a wife, but nobility doesn't seem to make that a problem.

"Is your mother still in the Goldician continent?

"Yes, my mother has something for me, and she can't leave the Goldician continent."

"Lonely?"

"Well, what do you think? I hardly remember, and I don't want to see you that much... Well, if I can see you, why don't I see you?

You look pretty light. If you were separated at a young age and grew up without seeing each other, maybe that's what it is.

It was Frederick who looked rather spicy. I look at Bermelia shrugging my shoulders, and I lay my eyes down sadly.

I don't remember my mother. Maybe you pity Bermelia.