Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (WN)

A few days after Trinity and the others left the castle. There was a plan to the extent of what to do in the future. One Mizumi left the royal castle Camelia.

Of course, there was no big parade or drop-off like when Trinity and the two of us left, and the beginning of the journey was a lonely one, but there's nothing there to care about, Shuiming. And he told Armadiyaus king Astel, and Fermenia, that he was going out, and that it was only for this convenience that he went down to Metaire, the king's capital, to be quiet.

(No, I didn't expect you to give me the money...)

In my heart, whining some confusion, lifting and shaking the heavy hemp bag firmly in front of my face, the rubbing sound of metal and a clear sound. Mizuming had been handed a bag of more than two dozen gold coins by Minister Gress as he left the castle.

Yes, it is. I was told earlier by the minister that I looked down on my heart and how ungrateful I was to His Majesty for his words, less waste of rice, etc. and was pushed out of the castle gate to get rid of it, which turned out to be like a commission.

And apparently, according to the story, it was the measure of King Armadiyaus, and the minister told him to do so.

Scratch your head like you were weakened by an unexpected situation.

(I told you, didn't the king want to sell me any favors...)

The support was turned down once and for all. Still, I assume that I still have some ideas about trying to come up with something to myself. Regardless, about that king. I don't want to make something that I honestly don't really want to call clumsy, even though this isn't something that is transparent about bad wit, it was still something that I honestly wasn't happy with.

For example, because I helped, if it becomes dangerous, come and help me, or if there is a connection to Astel, or if it is blown, an example of a clutter is like that. I know you don't actually say that straight, but it's also true that the quality is poor.

I'm sure it was designed to make it easier to do so using this conscience and sweetness. Compassion is as good as words say for people, in fact for ourselves or ourselves. This would be fabric stone.

"Ha-ha. You just did. If you don't, you can't do a king..."

I suppose he thought that if he turned to face, he would take into account the situation where the gold coins would be pushed back, or he would not face each other directly over there, and if he gave it to the minister, he would never push it back. Sure, if you stick the king's favor back in that grumpy barcode, you don't know what's gonna happen before you leave. I can handle it, but I'm sorry it matters, but I want to leave peacefully and safely. I had to take it honestly.

Yes, the conversation would have been different if there had been some disadvantages, but the lack of it here was another factor that made it difficult to return it. The gift is money. Money will be needed in large quantities in the future.

For travel expenses, for obtaining bases, for creating magic pieces, for daily food, and so much so that there are no cuts, to name a few. Therefore, no matter how much money you have, you will not have any trouble. It's a cry for me right now. Something that says if you put it on the scale, you'll receive it.

I don't mean to tell you that I can be clumsy about it, or that I'm forced to do something because I received this, which is entirely on this one's conscience. Whether something happens or something is asked of me, I'm just talking about ignoring it as long as I want.

The question is whether you can do it yourself.

... drop your eyes on the letter that was in there with the gold coin. Words of apology to the superior paper that I really want them to take this only. I accidentally sigh at myself when I see it and my heart is shaking.

But - No, that's why. I must thank His Majesty the King. Now he turned back to the castle gate, far away, and Shuiming bowed his head again.

"You raccoon father."

After all, it's this man who doesn't forget the evil.

"... Okay, now that's common no matter where you look from"

Shortly after leaving the castle, Shuiming, who procured clothes quickly at the store where she sold them, took a breather to make sure that her identity finally blended into her surroundings.

This is if it's a natural sensibility.

Living in towns and people reminiscent of medieval Europe is just uncomfortable in student clothing. That's something I've felt from the beginning - rather than thinking about normally. That would be seen as a sign of bravery if it were a line of Trinity Da brave men, but if Mizumi, who is going to live as a general citizen, wears modern clothing and so on, the evil standout would be too much. I don't have to know when I have to wear a suit, and I can't have that until my normal life.

For this reason, there was an urgent need to procure clothing to accompany the needs of this era, and it was the clothing store where Shuiming first went. I had initially tried to sell the high school textbooks I had brought here and work on them, but in the end I ended up using the gold coins I had just received that collapsed into silver coins at the exchange shop.

I bought it with reference to clothes worn by young people of the same age walking around, so the value didn't hang that much, quite something. Again, from the comfort of modern clothing, the quality drops exceptionally, and if done, the fabric becomes worn out, but it is nearly impossible to combine it.

But now you don't have to worry about appearance anymore.

"So, adventurer guild next..."

While ascertaining the feel of the sleeves of his clothes, Shuiming turns to his next destination, the Adventurer Guild.

Shuiming chose it as her destination next to the clothing store because she thought it was a prerequisite to get something that would be her ID. If you join or register for the Adventurer Alliance, your identity as an Adventurer will be established. This is a necessity for me now.

It is good to leave the castle to live on your own, but if you leave the castle, your identity on the spot becomes a complete vagrant from the king's guests.

Though it is also a hand to twitch with other worlds, travellers, in the end it is only the inexperienced from around. If that happens, things may come up that are not convenient. When it comes to food and clothing, it's the most important thing. Just like modern times, the notion of identity is also directly linked to life in this world of fantasy. No, unlike in modern times, the lack of the presence of goods that correctly prove their identity may be more lethal than in modern society, beyond the fact that there are only elements that judge them by their identity and appearance.

Mitsumi, a magician, does have an unusual technique called witchcraft, and it doesn't matter if you use it. But if you use magic to lay false, when it peels off with some kind of clap, that clap naturally becomes a feather to pay for itself.

If you go to the bureau and pay the money there, you'll get citizenship, but you won't settle down either.

You may not need to get it here right now because you've made up your mind to leave Astel, but your ID is still important everywhere you go and live, and you've never moved on to getting it and putting it down fast.

Besides, due to the properties of the Adventurer Alliance you are about to go to, there are some parts that are not conveniently related to whether you join in the Kingdom of Astel or in the Nerferia Empire, which is your destination.

Now the place to call the Adventurer Guild. According to guild material fished in Camelia's library, unlike other guilds, anyone can register.

Other guilds - merchant guilds, for example, allow merchants to gather and secure stable merchandise and trade routes, and artisan guilds have the advantage of registering artisans to secure supplies and requests. But an approximate guild has a lot of work to do before benefiting from it, and will need some downloading experience and a guardian.

But the Adventurer Guild doesn't have it. It may be too much to say that it's an easy organization to head to in your clothes - but with the strength to do your job, you can do anything.

But don't lick it. All we need here is arm and trust. I can't leave my job to you without trust, and it's just dangerous work to step in. Crusading demons and exploring undeveloped areas. Naturally, ordinary people don't use it except to bring in requests. Inevitably, only those who can fight can register.

But when it comes to why Mizumi, a mage, chose this place despite the existence of something called the Wizard Guild, that includes the special nature of the Wizard Guild. Magic is a great force in this world alongside sword moves. Naturally, magic is treasured in disputes between nations, and the Wizard Guild, which you would not call its former tightening, is the power of that nation.

Therefore, basically, the guilder's magic will be used for that country.

Mitsumi, who is not willing to use her magic or her research beyond the Order of Conformity of Values, has no choice from the beginning.

And there are aspects of that. Wizard Alliance guilders have restrictions and procedures for moving to other countries from the point of view of leaking information. This is not even the purpose of Shuiming.

In other words, unlike other guilds, the Wizard Guild is a private organization owned by that state, so it has no taste in acquiring guild cards, which are ID cards, compared to other guilds that work quite freely.

From what I've heard of the court demon conductor Fermenia, his witchcraft, and the Trinity who taught him magic, it seems that the concept of magical lineage doesn't even exist in this world, and the possibility of witchcraft flowing into darkness - unless he teaches it himself - there are concerns around it once and for all. It is a place where you should not be involved unless you need something special.

Walking down the street looking back at such an idea, you will soon arrive at a place that looks like an Adventurer's Guild.

Two-story building with the same wooden architecture as the surrounding buildings.

A night pavilion and a sign that boasted his name loudly as if it were a restaurant or a liquor store were set up, two guards wearing plate mails, standing in front of the door.

The construction is not so different from other buildings, but the obvious difference would be the size of the site area.

The city here in the other world is not limited to this Metail, but it is covered by a tall wall that lightly crosses twenty meters to prevent invaders, demons and other external enemies from entering. For this reason, the city's premises are limited, and the buildings that are built inside are not two floors or three floors long, and the area per unit is due.

The location and area of this Adventurer Alliance on top of it. One off the boulevard, but in an easy spot to see, and it has a large lot compared to the others. If it was given both by the State, its importance would go without saying.

And once again, looking around, unlike other streets, there are some people in noisy outfits. You can see from a warrior big man wearing armor that reminds you of characters in games and cartoons, to a group of men and women with thin lines wearing wizarded robes like Fermenia, to a man if he carries a wide bladed sword called Claymore, and a man with a vicious mace who seems to crush the human head so gently and so forth.

It's not strange to be arrested for violating the gun knife laws or anything else in modern society, but it can't be here. For humans in this world, weapons correspond to the category of goods needed for life. Self-defense only, hunting only. No matter who wears what kind of weapon, there is no law to blame.

However, it is still a little sword swallowing. Just take one or two steps to taste the tingling air.

There is something fresh for Mizumi, who lived in modern society.

If you do that, look around the noise and head to the door of the Adventurer Guild Night Pavilion, where you will arrive shortly. Apparently it's not out of place because nothing is said by the guards who consolidate both sides of the door. As we continue to meet and proceed, the guard raises one hand gently, whether it is meant to be understood or not.

They dropped me off, opened the door and went inside.

And - Adventurer Guild.

This facility, which has often been spoken of for a long time in the fantasy world, is probably based on a liquor store with its interior. Not only did the medieval tavern have the facility to serve liquor, but it also had the aspect of a welcoming shop, a rally hall, so the Adventurer's Guild, which, if bracketed in a big mess, had nothing to do with the store, would have connected with such an image to become the Adventurer's Guild Equal Tavern.

Mizumi jumped inside thinking she wouldn't actually be, but at present, the interior of the Xiao Dark Pavilion was pretty close to that image, haha and exclaimed.

At the front there is a contact point for clients and guilders to consult, and a long chair to line it up. Next to it is a platform that keeps things like newspaper-like news magazines, as well as a bulletin board with a request.

And taking up the bulk of the hall is a painting of the liquor-like structure. Round table or long desk with high legs. Oak barrels are packed with mountains, and the noisy dressers, still red-handed even during the day, do the wine and barley stuff with one hand.

It was a much strange sight for those living in the modern age.

As he sidelined it and proceeded to the back with a voice that he did not know if it was impressive or frightening, there was a notation board with a note of caution on the bench near the reception. The precautions are carefully written in the letters of this world to those who wish to sit here and line up.

In the bench, several people were already waiting for reception, waiting in turn. Shuiming stays the same and heads to the rear of the waiting list.

Sitting on his bench, next to him was a woman. Besides, she's a doomed beauty.

Seeing the woman, Shuiming sighed, not wanting to.

Bright crimson hair runs down to the waist, with sharp eyes dyed by Zhu for a riddled face. Faces and outfits are elegant, solidifying themselves in light red armor that burns everywhere on a white tone, but the lines are thin and perhaps hidden in their armor with a slight limb. He carries a long sword on the side that seems disproportionate to a woman. Relaxed, but he could see the room and the tattoo from sitting back in the chair on the tablet stone. A quiet sword, if anything.

There are no gaps so much that I can tell just by grabbing swordsmanship. So you're a pretty good user? The years seemed about the same from the outfit and face, but there was an atmosphere that didn't make me think so at all.

The woman next door. A playboy would be the kind of person you can't help but call, but you're beautiful, Mizumi. You can only do it by holding the impression. I can't really build a relationship with girls because I'm full of professional patterns and secrets, so yes, I don't get involved from myself, and I don't get involved.... I'm just a bunch of noisy kids involved... aside from that.

When I wondered what was wrong with waiting in order, I heard from her unexpectedly.

"- If. I'm sorry, do you often use the night pavilion?

Such a quiet voice sounds.

It's not a tone of voice, but it's not a tone of tone, and it's a tone of speech that I can feel. He was polite enough to look like a good person, and that was directed at this one.

I never thought you'd call me, Mizumi. If you're familiar with it, that's how the conversation goes, but apparently it's a slightly different arrangement. I tend to be a little confused, but respond politely as well.

"No, that's the whole thing. To tell you the truth, this is my first time here."

"That's an odd encounter. I've never been here like this before, either. I was a little confused as to whether it would be a good idea to join because we would line up here."

"I don't think that would be a problem. Unlike this desk, the people who take requests seem to have a desk somewhere else."

Shuiming says, pointing to the back of a painting where she is serving liquor. There was a focal point there, just like this one, where people believed to be guilders were gathered.

"You're an adventurer, too?

"Oh. She's the only one who can fight. Think this is the best place to earn a dime."

She tapped her sword lightly and spoke with a bright self-derision. After all, they make battle their business. From the looks of it, warriors, knights, naturally. Then, such is her abrupt name.

"I say Refile Grakis. I'd like to know your name, if you don't mind."

"What?"

What are you talking about? Are you asking? Suddenly I raise my suspicious voice to a situation where I am told to name back.

It was a polite tone, but suddenly to answer. Simply not between those who sat next to each other, as if they had to name their names.

Then, Refill gives a bumpy look to his mouth.

"No, I'm sorry. You'll be confused when suddenly they tell you to name it, but there's a reason for this."

"... something?

"Don't be so vigilant. When I first went to the Salvation Church this morning, there was an Arshna proclamation in my name. This is how we exchange names today with people nearby."

And yes, Refill mouths in a sigh mix. It's a billion-dollar story for those who ask, but apparently the person asking about this is also a billion-dollar one.

When it comes to the Church of Salvation, it is the religion with the greatest number of followers in this world, worshipping the goddess Arshna as the first god. Even during the glance, there was talk of a trust announcement about the name and behavior of the demon king, but is she also asking about the trust announcement and doing this?

"Why are you telling me that again?

"I don't know that either. But the Bishop of Metail told me that Arshna had been entrusted with something to do with visitors near me today."

"So, what's my name?

"Exactly"

"It's a gift. How frigid...... excuse me"

Such a genuine statement comes out about too abstract a proclamation, and I make a hasty correction inside. As many followers say, it is not good in this world to deal with the story of Arshna, the goddess, without her name, and she buys the unhappiness around her.

I regretted my own immorality as to whether it was not appropriate to say it in front of a human being like going out to church, but Lephile just laughed kindly.

"Heh, sure, but you should be careful with that. I don't mind, but if a devout man asks, he'll be preached like that chief."

"I'll be careful. That was frivolous."

"Yeah. Well, maybe I'm not the stepdad I can say when I overheard the announcement."

"Huh...?

I look at the face just next to me, with my eyes pointing unexpectedly. In other words, did you experience it in the morning to say "that long sermon” that you just ran?

Refile was also laughing in a self-derisive manner.

"Totally, I didn't know that was supposed to happen with my usual prayers. Thanks to you, I've lost more time than I planned."

I'm sorry to hear that.

"Well, it's rust out of me. I can't help spilling stupidity."

And that's how I ask her, who said this is also a commandment.

"So this is how it's always been today?

Are you asking those who came nearby? Yeah, I asked her what it was, and she nodded her face back to the clear one.

"Oh, you're the tenth."

"That was... tough"

"Absolutely. Until I explained the announcement, they thought it was a little strange, or... maybe it was a huge invitation."

"Oh......"

Half-convinced voice before the depressed sighing refir.

I don't know if you think it's strange, but if someone as beautiful as her could call me and ask me that name, unless I was careful, some men would climb up and ask me if it was an invitation from a woman.

This heavy sigh of hers must also be from the late because she had a history of being misunderstood so many times.

"So, what do you think? If you don't mind, I'd like to know your name."

And the reiterating voice of Lephire, who made his residence right.

Besides, I was wondering what was going on - until I was worried. The tour in Trusteeship is odd and odd, but as she put it, this encounter may be one-off.

I wonder if there is anything else wrong with telling me the name.

"I'm Suimei Yaki."

"Is that you, goat? I'm sorry. I asked you to stay with me."

I'm sorry. I shook my neck to the side to apologize for anything to do with Refile, and I asked.

"No, I don't mind. But since it's common practice to say" salvation church "?

"No, I often go to church, but this is my first time. I hear it's common for devout followers."

"Heh..."

Speak to her answers in such a way that she is neither interested nor indifferent. If you want to give an announcement that moves the country, you will also give an announcement to individuals, the Salvation Church. Is that intent God's whim or the hobby of the individual making the proclamation?

I do not know which, but in any case, if entrusted, it is limited to the magic of an individual: paranormal intervention based on sublimation, or some sort of divination, divination. That would only be true if the bishop and I weren't petitioners.

"Next please"

And when Shuiming was giving thought to Arshna's proclamation, a voice hung from the receptionist. There are no more people next to Lephire. Hence, she's next on her way to reception.

"Apparently my order has turned"

Hang up the drop-off words against Refile, who said so and stood up.

"Come on in."

"Oh, I hope your request is resolved soon, too"

That's what Refile said, and he went to the receptionist.

……

Well, why the request? I needed some time before Mizumi realized that.

As he sat in the bench waiting for the order, the story of the Refile was settled or the receptionist put him in the back. I thought maybe I'd do an interview in the back, but now it's my turn. When I lightly settled in, the receptionist called.

Stand up to your voice and walk to reception.

"- Welcome to the Adventurer Guild Xiao Dark Pavilion Metail Branch.... uh, this is the first time you've been here, right?

"Yeah. You know what I mean?

When she is told the first look and returns it in a flamboyant manner, the receptionist puts a sneering grin on her mouth, saying the reason she understands.

"Yeah, because you looked intrigued inside the guild. Everyone who comes here for the first time is - so, is it a favor?

That's a question from the other side. There is a separate point of contact for guilders, and I guess this point of contact is such an inquiry because the requests are more overwhelming.

Talk to her about her purpose from the beginning.

"No, please join us"

When I say, the receptionist is Kyoton.

"... Yes?

"No, so please join the Alliance"

Is it because I missed asking? Say hello twice. Tell the receptionist who somehow rounded his eyes to Russia, yes, again.

Then the receptionist, what bothers him? I strain my difficult face, then rub my fingers between my eyebrows, and eventually I exhale a loud sigh and ask in a polite but irritating tone.

"Um... excuse me, is that what you say when you know this place as the Adventurer Guild Xiao Dark Pavilion?

"Yes, but is there something wrong?

"Yeah, you're full of crazy places"

……

It's not that nice to hit and change from the way it seems easy to attach earlier. Why should such an affirmation be made? This one should have correctly communicated his hopes.

Besides, the receptionist throws it to his attention.

"... If you're kidding, I hope you pick it up soon. Because we're not as free as we are with chills and jokes."

I was pissed. Weird. Why. If the pattern of the novel that Mizuki showed me, the membership of the Alliance would have been able to register well after some interaction. I'm certainly not willing to peddle an entertainment novel. No, but there are some examples of refirs who wished to join had been put right through the back without anything.

Was it also any difference between her and herself who had no problems at all, or was there some serious missed? The books and materials I read in Camelia's library should have had nothing of the necessary paperwork or credentials.

In that way, an angry caged wild voice hung from behind as he omitted his own fallacy before the receptionist, who was accumulating frustration.

"Hey, kid."

Turning back to the bathed voice, there stood a man with a giant body ten to twenty centimeters taller than himself. At first sight close by, like a mountain standing. Hanging a giant sword on his back, his arms and legs that would handle it are as thick as a round too. A man of style who said he was a warrior in such a way.

Continue the story after you call it, or speak with anger and intimidation seeping into you.

"You said you wanted to join now?

"Yeah, yeah."

"Right. Now I can tell you that the statement here was a joke. So you're just gonna go home."

Is that advice? Is that another final notice? Let the blood vessels float up on your forehead and mouth such a chasing complaint.

But you can't leave this one either. Membership here is the first step towards taking a foothold in this world. You have to do it to blend into society.

So here I came to respond in a calm manner so as not to irritate my anger as much as possible.

"No, that's why I really wanted to be a woman earlier."

"Are you serious, Temehe? You're telling me you can cross with us on a par with that little nari."

"Yes."

Yes, but something.

If you're not so sure, you can't come here like this. Except if you chill, as I was told earlier, but it doesn't matter for itself. Besides, if you're a wizard here, it's not about the appearance of the body or anything else. It doesn't matter if you're skinny. This man is out of touch with what he says.

On the other hand, however, the man did not seem to care that he had admitted himself without doing so, releasing a great deal of thunder through his mouth.

"I don't want you playing witch mountain games, kid! This is where warriors and wizards come! I don't even know how to fight like Temee. It's not like a kid's coming!

"Hmm? Even I have a training ground there..."

Diving. If you fight as a magician, you'll get what you need. Trying to say so, I notice. What is the word the man has now spoken? Warriors, wizards. Sure, this is where they come from.

There is no problem. There was no problem there, but on a good note, what they were judging it by was crucial.

"Warrior?...... ahhh!!

He himself had just recently updated his clothes and his outfit resembled that of the general public of Metail. Of course it belongs to the people who walk out of town and live in peace, never dressed in such a rugged way as armor or helmets, naturally not even carrying swords together.

If such a human wants to join the Adventurer Guild, what would you think if it were normal? Aren't reactions like theirs entirely correct? This is a different world. Unlike the world we lived in, our appearance is generally judgmental.

Yes, Shuiming was completely oblivious to what she called her outfit.

"- Shit. What are you wearing? You were floating around buying clothes..."

Oh, I mourn my own faults, but it's too late. Regret after it's done is a mountain bike after the festival. It doesn't mean anything to me. Only a hostile and frustrating gaze poured out of his surroundings.