Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

For the second time, but with a familiar feeling, the guild length room had a collard guild leader across the reception set and a man wearing a leather armor that looked like an adventurer about 25 years old, sitting first.

He was a collard guild chief with a difficult face, but he saw me and deputy guild chief Garte who came into the room and just relieved a little tension.

"-Good, now you're all set."

You didn't think I needed you this time. I can't see the escort, so it's just the four of us even when it comes to all of them...... what is it? I'm not even trying to play mahjong right now.

"Take a seat for now. It's a little bit of a story."

The Collard Guild Commander, who took his seat as I said, brewed pot incense tea (like this) in the cup that was dizzily prepared - this kind of attention is unlikely to be possible for Deputy Guild Commander Galte, and I wonder if this is the right material too? - When I put it in front of my seat, I then spread the large piece of paper (unlike the game, paper penetration is so high, parchment paper seems to be a relic of the past) on my desk.

The spread paper was like a map of the area around this city.

I don't know if the scaling and positioning of the terrain is uneven on top of being considerably simplified, whether the technique of surveying is underdeveloped, or whether this is deliberately done with the one called military confidentiality, around which, well, I don't know if I'm wrong with the major muscles.

Most of all, I have "Mapping (Auto Mapping)" of the player's essential skills (I can create a map with a radius of about 500m around where I walked. Some dungeons, etc. are not allowed), and before I came to Ara City (here), I had the area flown gently to Heaven's Landscape (Tendai), so a map almost like GPS has been developed in my head.

Nevertheless, I didn't have to bother revealing it in my hand, so I decided to look at the map with interest at first sight.

"Let me introduce you first, this adventurer is Franco, a C-rank adventurer belonging to our guild, leader of the adventurer group Astra... no, he was a leader"

Franco's face was distracted with regret by the introduction of the guild chief.

If you look closely, there are brand new, scratchy scratches all over the armor, and the different colors of the skin on the visible skin and on the area of the face are probably scars that have just been healed by healing magic.

"Mr. Franco, this young lady... is currently a princess in a nasty capacity while staying in our city. In case of emergency, we asked to be present."

To that introduction, which was not obvious, Franco bowed his head in silence as he looked at me with a frigid, smelly eye. But I didn't see him. I pretended to ignore cancer.

'Cause it's useless to say hello or courtesy to someone who's willing to take it. You could have done nothing but waste.

While sighing lightly at our unfriendly atmosphere, Collard Guild Director has turned the spearhead of the story towards me.

"By the way, is your daughter aware of the phenomenon of 'runoff'?"

I don't know anything but prowl moves.

Tilting his neck, the Collard Guild chief continued, expecting it.

"Occasionally in this great forest - once every 15 years on average, and sometimes in a few months, it's a mass movement phenomenon of demons."

So one point of the map, a long way northeast of the city of Ara, almost at the edge of the map, shows a point covered with a mark indicating a tree. In fact, the angle is about 7 degrees east of this, and the distance is about 30 km closer to this map until it's out of the woods.

"Phew, do you know what caused this?

"Yeah, roughly. - You have three main reasons.

The most common reason is due to lack of food, was there a shortage of food in the woods or, conversely, too many demons overflowing?

The second is due to the struggle for power in the woods, where torn forces are banished and attack surrounding villages and so on, well both are U.N. crowds, so if we fight this one in some cohesive numbers, it's on a scale that we can defeat without problems.

The third reason is if there's an individual in the woods who heads up the demons. "

"Supervisor? I wonder if it's like a field boss."

"What the hell? The leader is not a herd unit, but a demon that has evolved enough to hold up the whole forest, or 'King'. The variety varies from time to time, but this guy can't always be a glimmer. He has the strength of a monster.

In fact, when I was a young man, "Runaway" (Stampito) was caused by "King" of the Demon Tree (Trent), but the bastard sucked the blood of 100 adventurers at a time with a root stretched from the basement. "

I was only a little interested in the words of Deputy Guild Director Garte, who wrinkled between my eyebrows.

"Oh, you knocked that down? I didn't take him down well."

"Well, it's a wooden monster. The movement of the main unit is cursory, and the fire is weak, and the magic of gunpowder and magician's fire, the spiritual user and so on work together, scrape the roots and chimatima from a distance, and finally, all A-ranks beat the main body and burn it and somehow."

"Phew, well, that's the way to go. I thought if you were a field boss, you'd put up a fierce solo fighter or a legendary S-rank adventurer."

"Hey you, how many people in the world do you think I would have if I said S-rank?! Just call it in, how much time and money do you think it would take!?"

Oh, I'm here, S-rank! I'm a little excited about this.

"- But the next time the opponent doesn't have such weaknesses, and it's not troublesome because of its mobility."

Collard guild length tongues abominably.

Uh, I knew it.

From the way this story goes, a new King is born and a Runaway (Stampito) is happening.

"About a month ago, a communication from a pioneering village adjacent to the Great Forest began with any interruption."

He didn't seem to care much at first because it was originally the border, but the pedestrians who left the neighbouring village also stopped returning, and the story spread to the surrounding village that something was wrong.

In time, the surrounding villages will be disconnected, and just as the guild raised its heavy hips to start 'Astra', led by this Franco, who asked three groups of adventurers to do field research.

The result is this. All but Franco, wiped out.

"... it was hell. Even if I run desperately, my people are caught up in one monster after another, eaten alive and greedy... it's like a miracle I got away..."

With Franco's dead eyes, he talks about the situation at the time as potpourri.

"The number of monsters is in the thousands, and in a little while it may approach 10,000. At the heart of it was the Great Ghost (Auga) story. Probably the Great King this time."

To the supplement of Deputy Guild Director Garte, I had the feeling that it was a literal mess then. I didn't put it in my mouth because I was just careless.

I don't know. Come on...

"So what do you want me to do?

It's not my business to be clear, is it? I was going to leave this city today.

To that word, the two great men of the guild cross their gazes in a cozy way.

"... would you mind giving us your opinion? What would you do in this situation?"

Asked by the chief of the Collard Alliance, I put my fist under my chin and tried to come up with an idea.

"Do you want to have a discussion or something?

"Don't be silly! There's no way I can talk to a monster!!"

Franco exclaimed with his bloody eyes as soon as possible.

I don't know. That's all you lead a large group, so I think you have some intelligence, and if the word makes sense, I think the discussion comes first.

"You won't be able to. They just look like human bait to me. In fact, in the villages damaged, from the old man to the baby, not even a single piece of bone remains to be eaten up"

I shake my head with no deputy guild chief or servant Garte.

Uh-huh. Some blood-sucking princesses talk like me, and I don't know if I'm going to give up.

Well, let's do a little simulation.

Our subordinates (monsters) are going to attack the human city.

There comes an envoy flying a white flag.

What the hell is that?

You're human.

Then let's have a taste.

... I'm sorry. I can't discuss it or anything. I can eat it with a taste sensation.

"Then in numbers, it's an army for times like this, so why don't you request an army and take it down?

"Regardless, we are requesting support from the state, but the military is not an easy way to move from right to left. With the approval of Parliament, troops scattered all over the place will be assembled and it will take at least a few weeks from formation to departure. You won't make it."

Wow, meddling. It's a kingdom, so you can move it with a single voice of the king's crane.

Even though I'm willing to (do) war from not calling out to the owners of the ramen shop in the mall instead of the legions.

"So we're just gonna have to hustle and hold on until that army comes along?

"You can't do that either, because this city, as the name of the Free City suggests, is only a city with a wall of sorrow"

"Then why don't we just give up and run away with all of us?

"- You've been kidding me! How much our people sacrificed to protect this city!!"

Vigorously Franco rose with all the momentum he had grabbed, and together with Deputy Guild Chief Garte, who rushed to stop him, he looked me in the eye and breathed, sinking on the couch as if he had slipped straight through his hips.

"... are you kidding me? You're kidding me.

"Runaway" (Stampito) that happens once every few years, how did you build a pioneering village in such a place? It's like building a house on a cliff that falls regularly or in a flooded river state.

- No, if there's a reason I really have to, at least, look around regularly every day and make defensive walls, right? What have you done? No, I guess you had your chest up that you did the best you could.

But, you know, those villages have been sacrificed, and it's our turn to do some reconnaissance... and ask the dead villagers, right? Your sacrifice was an alarm for us to know there was imminent danger. What an answer. "

I was honestly angry from the bottom of my stomach.

I wonder what these guys think of other people's lives.

"... you're right, it's all about me being unsure. But as Adventurer Guild Manager in Ara City, I have a duty and responsibility to protect this city. Let me be clear at this point, please help me."

He's a collard guild leader who bows his head with a bitter look on his face, but my anger won't subside - or he was completely clean.

"So what do I get in return? Gold and silver treasures are enough to rot. I don't even need status. I don't even need the honor you guys appreciate. - So, what can I offer you?

"... I'll give it to you if you need one of my necks. Please protect the people who live in this land!

Ko, ho, ho!!!

I have no idea why I'm angry. How less valuable it is to give a life so easily!!

"... is that not private, but a word as a representative of the city of Ara, Adventurer Guild Manager?

"Yes."

I was ready to nod without hesitation.

"'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)'!"

In the moment, on my right hand, standing up, a long sword of pitch-black yet half-clear fullness was held - my sword of love, "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)".

Ignoring the three peeling eyes, Bok pointed his sword tip at the collard guild leader.

"Collard, let's name it again. My name is Scarlet Snow. I am the only Lord of Imperial Crimson, a kingdom of demonic light with infinite soil. Did you think one of your little necks would match me? Or do you think it would be nice if you complained about love? I was seen sweetly, too."

Lay down the body of 'Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)', which was geared towards a pale collard.

"Pick a good one. Only my subjects will protect me! Then give this city, man, and life under this sword. Then let's defend ourselves with all our spirits. But if you can't do that, then that's who you should point this sword at. I don't know what to do."

"………………" Collard, who had a distressed look on his face, shook his neck weakly beside him. "I can't. This city is a free city, and even if you are God, you will not follow it."

"Right."

The feeling that I was exalting also cooled at once. I mean, I went back to sanity.

... I think we talked about some awfully embarrassing middle-dip sickness dialogue with some momentum, but I'm sure it's because of you, yeah. Let's put it in the Black History folder of our hearts and never thaw it again.

"It's foolish to lose the princess's generosity."

Tensai leaks a mockery in the back of her chest, but don't steam back!

and Alliance officials jumped in with the sound of a panicked knock there.

"Ha, my God! About 2 days away from here, a huge group of monsters of incredible size!!"

Collard guild chiefs and Galte deputy guild chiefs who get much more vibrant in that word.

Franco's... well, he's totally white-eyed (I'm sure he had a lot of hard work with the shock of his buddy dying).

Turning off "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)," I turned to the door that was open.

"You don't even seem to have time to run. Well, I'd like to see the monsters and adventurers of the land, so I'll make it a sight to behold."

Then hey, I waved out of the room.