Kyūkei-san Wanna Take a Break !

The definition of justice.

Heroic qualities.

What are the conditions for anyone to admire?

Perhaps the answer I was looking for is in front of me now.

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Vealino is a city of swords and magical warriors.

I was born and raised in this city.

From childhood, both men and women yearn for strong things and train themselves.

If you are blessed with physique and technology, you will take weapons, and if you are blessed with magic and intelligence, you will take magic books.

Both, if you can.

There are no differences in combat style, gender, race, and so on.

I was born into an equal and blessed country.

I'm lucky.

I always thought so, blessed with the power to fight.

I thought so.

I grew older, and my track record grew.

By the time I was an adult, I had become one of the most talented men in the city, and no one would have gone to the right on a crusade mission of the same rank.

Well, from today, Marika is ranked B

"Alright!

At the age of 17, you won't be able to increase your B rank, even if you're very talented!

Gats pose within the Alliance to show off. Some of them seemed to regret it, but they generally welcomed it.

This is a good city after all.

"B rank is finally registered as the Vealino army."

"... eh? The Vealino army?"

"Oh, don't you know?"

According to the receptionist, if you rank higher in the Alliance - above B rank here - you will be automatically enrolled in the Vealino army and you will be given priority when ordered to deploy by the Army.

Of course, there is a reward, but the Commander's orders are absolute.

If you disobey this, your Adventurer Alliance registration will be cancelled.

It's a pretty harsh content, but I was thinking about whether it would be good if I could get a reward.

I quickly accepted the content and went up to B rank.

The Vealino army is a very large organization that goes on a crusade mission to places around the city with its adult population.

I don't have a particularly bad impression, and if I can demonstrate my abilities, I feel otherwise.

It didn't take long to find out that the recognition was too sweet.

At the first convocation, I was to join the Vealino army on an expedition.

A black dragon named Dark Sand Dragon appeared on the plain... more like a lizard. Individuals who were supposed to be in the distant desert came all the way here somehow.

It seems to be able to move quite well, even if it is large, and if you are alarmed, you will be killed. That's why they dealt with it in the military.

After walking for a while, the giant lizard appeared in front of me, black and moving. It's bigger than I thought.

But what worries me more is that I'm in the front row.

I wondered what the army was doing... and all of a sudden an arrow flew from behind. What, you don't have to be ready!?

The lizard who was shot with an arrow naturally looks at me like he's angry and crawls.

Quite fast.

Front line, assault!

Commander's man commands me to fly. This isn't the kind of operation that happened, but I can't help it.

The Dark Sand Dragon was a stronger monster than I expected, causing less damage.

Some acquaintances had to take a break from work for a while.... Speaking of which, I've seen a lot of faces on the front lines.

It appears that the Commander received a bounty from the state on that crusade. Brave and intelligent, I don't know... oh, I don't remember, but I've been praised for everything. I only let them attack miscellaneously.

On this side of the distribution, the reward is about C rank. Honestly, it doesn't suit me at all.

"Why should I obey such an army?"

"That's because all commanders are noble."

It seems that the commander is not a trained commander, but simply a second son of a nobleman who normally works at a desk, ruling the district of Vealino.

Commander or nothing, I'm not convinced.

Is it like this when I grow up?

My image of Vealino was already far from equality.

Perhaps there is no righteous hero in this world that I yearned for when I was a child.

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Marika, age 24, is an A-rank who has not been promoted to S-rank.

If you don't belong to the Army, you'll be in the front row like a discard.

I was used to that treatment, and somehow I stopped laughing at all, listening to the conversation at the table next door while drinking at the tavern from noon.

"Rumania is going to be a Tolerant Demon."

"What a public statement. Well, according to the people who actually saw it, it feels completely dangerous, and it's easy to talk."

"Maybe he's just fooling people. Don't say so many things, because I don't know what the church people are listening to."

"You're an exile, this city. I don't think the church recognizes the demons."

Speaking of which, I heard recently that the Dragon Clan and the Demon King were getting along.

As long as you're close, that's fine, leave it alone... because even if that commander gives you orders and I defeat the Demon King, you'll be praised only by that old man, right?

I'm not doing it... oh, I'm getting drunk...

"Marika, you drank too much."

Ugh...

I cheated on my friend who was drinking with me and pushed him down on the desk.

He was too active in the first black lizard to be sent to the front line every time. I failed. But if you don't work, you'll die as a soldier behind you...

What am I supposed to do... get my enemies drunk? That's not true. This is an unimaginable pattern.

Ah, I'm really sleepy.

I didn't hear you fight the Devil, really.

When I was a kid, I admired the brave men who fought the Devil King.

I admired the heroes of justice who saved the world.

But the reality of me is this.

A noble man who drinks burnt alcohol without defying his noble boss and is carried home from daytime to daytime on his friend's back.

Ah... you don't have to be a hero anymore, but at least I want to see that at a glance.

I want to survive. Quite tangible.

Maybe I'll just die this time.

"Hah... it's hard to have lazy friends. It's cool when I'm on the front line."

Well, a moving demon king is a lazy demon king.

Ah, I don't care anymore... good night.

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