I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Ranked up for a few days. Fran was once again being summoned to the Adventurer Guild.

The adventurers make noise when they look at Fran, but there are few caged gazes of malice. Is there a lot of vision and fear? The former are newcomers who admire Fran, who has normally become the youngest rank B adventurer. The latter would be those involved and busted or those who were watching the sight.

Anyway, thanks for not having to get tangled up in the miscellaneous fish. Again, the rank seems to have a huge impact.

Moreover, recently, solicitations from nobles have also decreased dramatically. Because rumors spread that we got the back shield of the Beast King. Apparently, the reason for the spread of the rumor is the King's word at the meeting. I guess you dared spread the word.

Still, it's not like there's no contact at all. They seem to be everywhere bouncing around or baselessly assuming that they're special just for themselves. In the first place, there is no way that a court aristocrat who hasn't been entrusted with much work while in King's Capital can be competent.

If you intimidate him, he won't come again, so I'm not even that annoyed. There were also few obstacles to work. Well, most of the work Fran has had to do in the last few days is gone.

The treatment of seriously injured patients is almost complete, and the rest can be left to court doctors and magicians. You can leave the removal of debris to the adventurers who have done it with support. Policing is their job because the Knights have restored their function.

Still seeking work, Fran advised the Count to build a makeshift home with earth magic, but he refused.

Outside the walls is a wide walk of warcraft, not a place where you can live in peace. Civilian neighborhoods are densely populated, and there was no extensive damage. As a result, there is no space in the first place to make temporary housing, etc.

Even if we make it to the aristocratic district, this time temporary housing that cannot be moved upon reconstruction will get in the way. Trying to demolish a number of temporary homes would take a lot of work. A tent that moves quickly is better.

I've thought about it in the sense of the planet, but it's hard to find something called temporary housing here in the first place. Because there's no technology to make prefabs. If we stay in this place until we rebuild, we can help, but we're not going to stay that long.

In the end, Fran's major task was to rescue the wounded and set up a junction of dust control winds, but it was also more or less over and completely out of hand.

That's why I've been able to respond to Alliance calls since daylight. But it wasn't Eliante who called Fran, it was Falund.

"Kiri."

"Oh."

The same two people that go through with it. It was still not Eliante's office the first time he was taken to Falund, where he walked out as he was.

"Here."

It's like a private room in an inn. Apparently it's a room to accommodate adventurers who have taken on work from other Adventurers Guilds and have come all the way to Wang Capital.

They have these rooms because the accommodation may not be available depending on time, job description, and time of year.

"Garth's room?

"Oh."

Garth should have been put to sleep by now. Though the state decided not to impose penalties, its stature was still protected by the Adventurer Alliance. It's a big deal that Ayworth, who can treat the exorcism, was cooperating, and he said it was the result of the King's decision that he didn't want to piss off the Adventurer Guild.

Well, as far as we're concerned, after we wake up, I'm going to have Garth decide what to do.

When Falund went inside, there was Ayworth and Eliante, Garth, waiting. Yes, Garth got himself out of bed and welcomed Fran.

"Garth, are you awake?

"Sounds like you've caused a lot of trouble. Let me thank you. Thanks."

He's still pale, but he has a firm tone. Is the aftermath of the exorcism okay?

"Are you okay now?

"Naturally. Noon treated you, didn't he? I spared no effort in using the finest spiritual drugs. Oh, don't worry about the price. I've already decided to get it from Guild Yako himself. And I got some interesting data."

That's what I'm gonna say, Ayworth. It's not lightning up or anything, seriously, so it's our fault. I guess I really did the experiment in parallel with the treatment. Well, that's healing, so I'm not complaining.

"Besides, the country was hands-on with it."

"What do you mean?

"Hmm. Why should I be complaining when I've made it possible to use some of the weak magicians?"

What a pill they put on this grandfather, the sorcerers they kept from the Earl of Baileys. Instead of increasing muscle strength and strength to be able to work in an insomniac rest, it is a drug ban that Hell's Muscle Pain and Insomnia attack the user after the medicine has expired.

"Because of that, fewer magicians can be used to rebuild? Of course, right?"

"If you had defeated the enemy, you'd have done more damage."

"I know that, so you've told me that the king will not ask questions about the treatment of Gauls."

"I know what you mean."

"Rather than that, what are we going to do with Garth's future departure? I asked Fran to come and talk to me about it."

I see. For once, Fran's making a request for protection.

Apparently Eliante and Ayworth have already explained everything to Garth about the situation. Everything he doesn't even remember himself.

"What do you want Garth to do?

"Hmmm......"

When Fran inquired, Garth roared in agony. Though it was manipulated, I suppose you regret having lent your hand to a major incident that rocks the King's Capital.

"If you want to escape, I can help you"

"The Bandit Guild also said he would lend a hand"

"The Adventurer Alliance, too, huh?

"Me, too."

After all, each guild isn't optimistic about Gauls' situation either. If the country has secured its identity, it would not be strange to be forced to engage in the study of the Divine Sword in a state of incarceration if it were bad.

But Garth shook his head and turned down the Frans' suggestion.

"I will remain in the king's capital. That doesn't make it a redemption, but let's do a little bit to rebuild the king's capital."

"Are you sure?

"Uhm."

Garth understands everything. Still, he chose to keep himself in the country. When I saw the face I was ready for, I found it impossible to overturn that decision.

"Yes..."

Fran groans sadly.

"I'm sorry you ran out of hands"

"Yeah. If Garth decides, that's fine"

"It's okay, I'll put pressure on you from the guild!

"The Bandit Guild won't stand still, either."

"Me, too."

If all these guys are going to shield us behind Garth, are you okay? There will be no house arrest in the country. Anyway, if you turn the face around here on the enemy, this time the country will suck.

"Sorry."

To those words, Garth was bowing his head deeply.

But even in such a snug atmosphere, it's Ayworth who doesn't read the air. After hearing Garth's readiness, Ayworth takes something out and starts asking Garth questions.

"I don't know much about the part here."

"Oh, there it is -"

"Hmm. I mean..."

"It's here..."

What Ayworth took out was material for a pseudo-fanatical sword. Apparently, the Bandit Guild was holding it down. Looking at that, he seems to be asking technical questions.

Other faces, especially Eliante, seem to be quite concerned, and start asking more questions about Ayworth hitting Garth with questions.

- That's why.

"So you can't mass produce pseudo-fanatical swords anymore?

"In the first place, I used the fanatical sword as a raw material."

It seems that the pseudo-fanatical sword, when it was made, was mixed with fragments of the fanatics sword and the split of the fanatics. Originally, they were magic props that sucked the magic around them and enhanced the user. Moreover, it is an unstable failure of ability.

By mixing fanatics with it and letting them reside in their identities, they said they were strengthening their abilities as well as stabilizing them into pseudo-fanatical swords.

The ability to defeat witchcraft and the like is a product of the magic absorption ability of the magic prop.

He was stabbing me in the back because the Daiyuan demonic prop was the type of demonic prop he would wear on his back in the first place, and he had to put it in the form of a sword because Fanatics' discernment couldn't maximize his abilities unless it was in the form of a sword.

This meant that at a time when fanatics sword fanatics had vanished, pseudo-fanatics swords could no longer be made.

"Well, I don't know if the country believes this story."

"That's how all this material can be forged. Besides, various materials will also be discovered from the Marquis' territory in a while. And no matter how stupid you look at it, you'll understand."