Legend

Early morning. As usual, the guild was crowded with adventurers. Ray is the one guy in the robe who comes in like he's already used to.

By the way, Seto was still asleep today when he tried to make his way to the guild, so Ray was here alone in the guild.

I didn't know about Ray because it was only a few days after he signed up for the guild, and a few of the adventurers who saw him in a luxurious physique at first glance with low height tried to tangle with the fact that a duck had just arrived, but when those around him asked me about the end of the eagle's paw, I would draw my cheeks and pretend not to look.

When I tried to get those adventurers to the front of the board with an F-rank request on my side... suddenly a shout sounded inside the guild.

"Listen, it's a call for urgent requests! The request is an oak settlement a day away from the city of Gilm, so its annihilation. The reward is 5 gold coins as the previous reward. Two pieces of white gold coins after completing the request. Depending on the degree of other contributions, separate rewards will be issued. Also, the purchase of the right ear, which is the crusade proof site of the oak, is usually three silver coins, but this time it shall be five silver coins. As you know, the oak is a Rank D monster, but when it comes to being a group, it treats it as Rank C. Only those who decide they can still do it are allowed to participate. Needless to say, let me limit myself to those who have the strength to defeat the orcs alone. Hopefully, we'll register for the request at the reception by an hour before we meet in the conference room on the second floor of the Alliance!

I guess he's a former adventurer. The man's voice echoed every inch of the guild without the upper half of his right ear.

"How many oaks!?

A man who was in front of a board with a C-rank request on it asks aloud.

"Unknown, but at least 50 or more are certain."

50. As soon as the number is known, the adventurers around them will squirm.

"Hey, that means at least 50 oaks"

"Oh. Without a doubt a rare species, or superior species, would be leading the way. Then there's a good chance they're mixed up with Oak Mage or something."

"... what do we do?

"Big if you hit it. Why, it's two white coins in five gold coins just because I joined. But that's a lot of money, which naturally means it's dangerous..."

"I'll stop. I've had three orcs break a party before."

"I'm in. That reward is huge, and most importantly, try to make an oak settlement about a day from here. Oak damage will spread to the city of Gilm."

Listening to such a story, Ray draws information on the oak from Zeppyre's knowledge for the first time in a long time.

"Oak."

A generic name for a subhuman monster whose face is a pig. Adult male height. Essentially, they prefer to be armed to carry out melee warfare such as swords, spears, and sticks, but there are also superior species such as oak archers using bows, oak mages using magic, and oak generals with all abilities above oak. However, the number of top species is less absolute than normal oak.

Combat technology itself is not high, but force is quite strong and small-handed moves are often pushed down with force.

The species of oak are essentially males only and females of other races are used for breeding. At this time, it is the human woman who is most commonly used.

We know at the instinctive level the usefulness of herds, basically making a few to a dozen herds to live in.

However, if rare or superior species appear, it is not uncommon to lead 100 herds to gather more herds.

(Exactly what did you know about the oak? Well, it's a classic monster when it comes to fantasy stuff)

Ray brings out Zeppyre's knowledge and grins with satisfaction that there was information on the oak.

(Well, what are we going to do... well, there will be no problem with participation. Anyway, it means an emergency request, so I can expect a considerable contribution to the Alliance. The rewards are similarly broken compared to other requests. And it's also gratifying that the terms of participation have nothing to do with rank. Sometimes I sell my face for when a high-ranking monster is asked to crusade. The downside factor is that my combat power is known to an unspecified number of people... well, leave it to Goblin's coveted opponent to say it now. However, should we consider the possibility of more annoying solicitations after this request is over)

The advantages and disadvantages of accepting this request outweigh the disadvantages because I don't know that there is a circular out there from Lords to Guildmasters to Lenora, a face-to-face receptionist, to let Ray know as soon as the other adventurers get involved.

Nod small and take your feet under Lenora, the ponytail receptionist who was in charge when registering for the guild and at subsequent requests.

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Ray. Is that a request?

Nicole, and Ray nodding small to Lenora as she asked with a smile on her face. Next door, a cat animal-like receptionist was gazing at Chillari Chillari and Ray while processing requests from other adventurers, but Ray never noticed it.

"So, what about the requisition?

"Ask for a request for an oak crusade earlier"

Oak Crusade. Lenora solidifies for a few seconds when she hears the word.

"Uh, Mr. Ray. I'll tell you what, Oak is Rank D. If you're in a herd, you're a Rank C monster, right? Exactly. I can't recommend it to Ray from Rank G."

"He said the terms of solicitation for the request were that he had the power to defeat the oak?

"Um, well, yes..."

"Then you won't have a problem. At least I have the strength to hold a Rank C waterbear in the Devil's Forest."

"Water Bear!?

He was Lenora, who accidentally shouted, but immediately blocks his own mouth to prevent it.

"And the Devil's Forest... why are you going to such a dangerous place? Maybe it was in the Devil's Forest that you didn't come to the guild yesterday?

"No, uh, well, the longer we talk about it, so this story would be if we had another chance. So, what about the oak?

"... Well, if you do have the strength to defeat Waterbear, you won't have a problem... but when Mr. Ray from G-Rank joins this request, it definitely stands out badly first, won't it? There will be people involved like eagle claws."

Lenora said that worryingly, but Ray rather grins at her mouth all she wants.

"At that time, it might be a good idea to have another betting match."

"... please stop if you can..."

To Ray's words, it was Lenora writing Ray's name on the paperwork at hand exhaling to give up.

"The acceptance of the oak crusade is complete. Later, please wait in the conference room upstairs. I have a detailed description of the request."

He nodded at the words and headed to the stairs leading to the second floor of the Alliance.

Unlike Japan, there is no blackboard for projectors in the guild's conference room. It's just a room with a messy array of chairs in a large space. The large desk, which would otherwise be placed in the centre of the meeting room, was dropped at the corner of the room.

I guess we've already registered, and there's already about 20 adventurers in the room.

Probably the ones who are partying. They were gathered in groups of about 3-5 people and were in the process of talking about how we should proceed with the oak crusade. Ray moves on into that.

The others say they make a group of several, but a little boy dressed in a robe who came in there alone. Naturally, the figure stands out very prominently and gathers the gaze of those who were in the conference room together.

Gatta! And of those who were sending such gaze, abruptly a few or so accidentally lagged behind while sitting in a chair, and the sound echoed into the conference room.

"Hey, what's going on?

"... no, it's nothing"

"Did he do something to you? I can talk to you if you want."

"Stop it! Don't get involved with him!

A party near the window had such a conversation, but most of the strangers were with Ray when he walked into the conference room. There is only one thing in common with the strangers. That was that everyone could use some kind of magic.

Ray himself didn't know because he specializes in the magic of fire, but some wizards can sense the magic of others. And the wizards who had that ability felt the overwhelming power that lay in Ray.

(... what? Some guy realized the value of a dragon robe?

Because Ray doesn't have the ability to do that, he was mistaken why some adventurers might have realized the value of the dragon robe that was wrapped around him without knowing if they were surprised to see him.

You might have thought that if you had a death size, you might have been distracted by that one, but you're just storing a giant sickle in the mistering because it's the only way to get into the guild's conference room.

(Well, fine. Let's just say we wait until the meeting starts)

He whines inside and sits down to the empty chair in the corner of the room to observe the other adventurers.

"Hey, that's for sure"

"Oh. You're the guy who says he knocked down the eagle claw or something, right? I heard it today, too."

"But if that's true, you're still only G-ranked, right? Oak, isn't the crusade too soon?

"Well, you're the one who can take Vargas down from the front, so I don't think you need to worry. He can say he's worth the C-rank just because of his fighting power.... I have a brain muscle for that matter."

"I wish I could be a fighter...... I hope you don't mind getting your feet pulled"

"With that said, what about those eagle claws? Aren't they going to take part in the oak crusade?

"Whatever, he took his weapon and his possession when he lost to that kid, and I don't think it's time to pay off the guild's debts."

"If you owe me, I need something extra to join this oak crusade. I'm sure I can make some money."

"That's why they took my weapon, too. I'm talking about using spare weapons now. Do you want to fight a herd led by a rare or superior species of oak with such a weapon?

"... well, somehow I get it"

A group of four adventurers of a man a short distance from Ray are whispering, but Ray was flawed.

(Debt...... hey. If it's that tyrannical personality, I'm going to step down or something. Well, I'm sure you're thinking about that area as an guild, too)

I only remember Vargas's face for a moment, and the next moment I gently erase it from the back of my brain and observe how the other adventurers are doing.

Exactly. The adventurers gathering in the conference room because of their crusade request against the Orc herd create quite an atmosphere. In terms of numbers, the ratio of men to women was roughly 7: 3, and the number of women was as small as Ray thought.

And again, many of the adventurers are interested in Ray, turning their gaze to the flicker.

I'm interested, but it's hard to talk to Ray who's releasing an atmosphere that keeps people away. A few new adventurers enter the conference room with such a somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere.

And those who were in the conference room who saw the shadow were so annoyed that they could not compare to when they saw Ray.

Attracted by the state of it, Ray turns his gaze to three new adventurers, just like the others.

The first thing that caught my eye was the man in the lead. At his age, he would be in his late 30s to early 40s. He has green hair and takes the gaze head-on from the adventurers in the conference room with a smile on his face like some worthless prank kid. You would be right to describe a prank boy as a grown-up person as such. Wearing himself in muscles as if he were a pigeon, his height itself is about the average for an adult male, but the weight he feels is considerable. It carries a giant Battleax, and I guess that's the man's weapon. It's the same as Vargas in that it uses Battleax as a weapon, but if you use Vargas as a goblin, this one has a different vibe that should be described as Cyclops as well. The Battleax on its back also had some eye-catching appeal, and Ray could not have predicted that it would be a magic item.

Walking behind the man is a woman adventurer in her 30s. If you look at the place with the wand in its hand, you must be a wizard. Are you making it easier to move or is your blue hair cut up tight at your shoulder mouth? The woman adventurer also turned her gaze reflexively toward Ray as she entered the room, looking directly at the magic and inadvertently lagging behind.

The last person in the threesome to receive the woman adventurer was a young man. Is it so different from Ray in terms of age that he is one or two years older? He is wearing a leather armor that seems to have been made of some kind of monster skin, probably because he has lowered the sword in his sheath and emphasizes the speed of movement.

A face similar to thin blue hair or to the extent I can convince you that as far as its face is concerned it probably draws the blood of two people walking forward. If the person looks at the woman who hit herself, that is, when she turns her gaze to Ray, she leaves the woman to the other man to approach Zukazka, and when she stops in front of Ray, she opens her mouth.

"Hey, you. What did you do to your mother!?

Grabbing Ray's chest as he sits and pulling him closer.

This was Ray's first contact with Thunder God's Axe, also famous as an A-rank party in the city of Gilm.