Legend

"It's almost time to lose sight of people."

Ray whines as he leaves Slam Street and continues down Main Street toward the aristocratic city.

The time is already near 10pm. For the inhabitants of this city, it's time to say it's late at night. Naturally, the buzz of the pleasure district, including the tavern, was coming to an end.

Since it's a line going in like that, the shadows you already see around you don't see a drunk sleeping on the side of the road or walking with his overnight lover, but that number is considerably lower than when he headed to the hidden cabin in Galahat.

"Even so, can I sleep on the side of the road drunk even though it's close to late fall? Good and cold. If you suck, you're freezing to death, right?

Mult glances at an adventurous man holding a barrel and luxuriously Ibiki on the side of the road, squeaking like a shudder.

"There are quite a few good people out there. And... here."

Next to such a mult - it's more accurate to describe it as standing in a position to shelter the injured Galahat than to say - so at the end of the gaze Galahat pointed at, there was a group of several people headed toward the sleeping man.

"What's that?

I don't look like an adventurer, but I don't even look like a regular resident. Ray turns his gaze to those people and asks them to Galahat.

"Those are guild officials. Yeah, I do. I look around when the night gets deeper, protecting the drunkard kind."

"... the guild is doing that too?

"Oh. Anyway, this city of Gilm is a frontier. The presence of adventurers is indispensable because of the danger. Yet if you get drunk and sleep outside and get sick or freeze to death, even the Alliance will have fewer adventurers to ask for. And..."

Galahat drops off a drunk who is taken by Alliance officials while he gets a look of pity somewhere.

Keep shaking your head small and open your mouth again.

"Naturally, it's not free to do that and be protected. It could freeze to death this time of year. That drunk, will be demanding a good amount of money tomorrow morning"

"... you're surprisingly firm"

Ray gives a small and surprising look when he hears that he is collecting a fee that should also be called protection costs.

Next to Ray like that, you don't know if you know what's going on... he was walking around trying to be alert to enemy raids while Seto checked his surroundings.

"But if we don't, we'll all fall asleep on the side of the road drunk thinking the guild will help us even if we sleep here. If you can't help it, you can't help it."

By the way, this cost of protection makes a lot of money out of the guild's income... but I didn't even know Galahat until around there.

Keep walking to see how that goes, and eventually you'll see the aristocratic city as you cross the boulevard.

"With that said, how do the adventurers end up on Galahat's side? I told you there were at least five of them."

Brasso asks Multo as he bears the ground shaking hammer on his shoulder.

That's the Azotto Chamber of Commerce. They're turning to contain the Volnters' executives.

"Hmm? Weren't those cooperating with Galahat in charge?

"Of course it is, but there's no chance that all the adventurers employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce are being turned to the Bornter mansion, is there? Maybe a few of them are sending to protect the executives. I'm asking Mr. Galahato to turn to the escorts of the executives who are working with him to deal with you."

"Hmm, that's true..."

Fron, who was listening to the two of them, whines as if something was caught in the back teeth somewhere.

"Is there a problem?

"No, as far as I can tell, Volnter's intel surrounds you, even if you mean your men, right? Sacrifice your own safety at all and protect others... I don't know how I feel about that."

Flon's, in a sense, naturally speaking, the Galahat smiles bitterly without taking that word for granted. Mult, who has just spoken next to it, is similarly smiling.

"Certainly that would be more likely given my brother's character. But the butler who serves his brother's house from generation to generation is accordingly beheaded. It's unlikely, but it's likely enough to convince my brother to send escorts to the people around him. They're just a few of my supporters. There is no such thing as paying too much attention to safety.... it's enough for you to have Ray on this side."

That's it, and I turn my gaze toward Ceto, who is walking slowly next to Chirali and Ray.

The combination of a lion, king of a hundred beasts, and an eagle, king of a raptor, makes you feel exactly like a high-ranking monster.

"Besides, I'd say you're wasting it at a time when there's a Griffon ceto."

"Well, if you're a normal adventurer, you don't want to be hostile to Griffon."

Smudging and grunting fron.

Besides, Seto is very popular in this city of Guild, and it would be awkward in many ways if the city's residents knew that they were going to fight that Seto.

(First of all, it is likely that the food stall residents will not be able to sell the goods, and that is the same for other merchants. As for the arms dealers, they won't be able to sell them under the influence of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, but if Galahat drags Bornter out of his sight tonight, he won't know. Even for a city dweller who's not in business, naturally he's hostile to Seto... or if he's considered frustrated, he'll definitely be seen first with a cold gaze)

As long as I live in this city of Guild, I have to relate to others without denying it. It's a guild, an inn, a canteen, a shop. And if every time you decide to get a cold glance from everyone, or even as you get punched in the pussy as a coward who has stirred up the city's popularity... it will be hard to live as it is in the city of Gilm. If you have a thick nerve that doesn't care about other people's gaze at all, you might be able to handle it, but no one with that much nerve can do that. Then I'll have to leave this city naturally.

Alternatively, there is the possibility that Ray and Seto will sincerely apologize and forgive you... but there are not so many people who have the courage or guts to antagonize Ray and Seto once and still talk to them, just as there are fat nerve owners.

(After all, the other side is a kind of stuffing when Ray's on Galahat's side, right?)

Fron thought so in his heart and prayed that he would at least be less injured against the unlucky adventurers hostile to Ray.

As each goes down the road in silence in that way, he eventually arrives at the entrance to the aristocratic city.

There were already a few adventurers employed as lookouts in the aristocratic neighborhood at night and late hour.

"Stop! From here on out is the aristocratic district. What are you doing this late at night... that? Mr. Galahat?"

He was an adventurer who came calling out to be vigilant, but as soon as he found out that the person he spoke to was Galahat, he lowered the axe he had erected to the ground.

Galahat approaches such adventurers with a grin. The movement is slightly slow because the injury has not fully healed yet, but I don't see any anxiety in the footsteps.

"You've had a hard time looking around. How's it going in the aristocracy?

"Especially so far."

The man who had the axe waves his head small at Galahat's inquiry, but opens his mouth so that the man with the long sword who was next to him remembers something.

"With that said, they have a bunch of adventurers employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce in Mr. Bornter's mansion... are you hearing anything?

"Shit."

Fron listens to the words of the adventurer and unwittingly tongues him. Luckily, they didn't even hear the adventurers because the noise was so small that it didn't sound all around them.

(Are we gathering adventurers after all? Naturally though...... I would have preferred less fighting power over there if I could)

The conversation between Galahat and the adventurers continues even while Fron shrugs inside.

"Oh. I'm hearing about that. I had a little trouble rubbing it as the Azotto Chamber of Commerce. I think it's in that relationship. They're behind me, too. Look, you've heard rumors about adventurers with griffons, right?

Along with that word of Galahat, Seto, who until now had hidden behind the Rays as he alerted his surroundings and erased the signs, stretches his eagle's head snugly.

"Oops!"

The adventurer who just suddenly sees the griffon is astonished and tries to lift the axe he had in his lap, but is stopped by Galahat.

"Whoa, stop it. Like I said now, it's Griffon's Ceto and Rank D Adventurer's Ray. You've heard enough rumors, haven't you?

"... with that said, I remember like I heard"

In the words of Galahat, I guess you remembered me as an adventurer with a griffon. Turn your gaze toward Ray, who is wearing a dragon robe with a bearded face.

"Is the boy the rumored Ray?... You sure are in unreliable shape, as I've heard rumors. I'm telling you, he's pretty powerful for it. Well, fine. If you know Mr. Galahat, you have no problem. You can go through."

The other adventurers also make their way through the line without doing anything in particular about whether they have confidence in Galahat.

And far enough away from the adventurers on the lookout, Ray turns his gaze toward Galahat.

"How dare you, well, don't come out of your mouth with so much pepper"

But Galahat naturally takes such a ray of glances.

"Really? At least I don't remember lying. It's true that the Azot Chamber of Commerce rub is responsible for the gathering of adventurers at your brother's mansion, and it's also true that the Rays have something to do with that rub, isn't it? It's also true that I didn't just tell you everything..."

"That's all you need to talk about."

"... Ray, you should remember. If you become a high-ranking adventurer, sometimes you need to roll them in smoke to delude them.... Well, as far as Ray's concerned, he doesn't seem like a sick person to lie to."

"Well. It's not like you're that good. In fact, if you were a good girl, you would have tried to make it somewhat easier on Bornter."

Ray returns with a niggling grin. If you were a good girl, it wouldn't have been any more convincing because the house of the Azot Chamber of Commerce was in such a disturbing mess.

"Well, say it after all, or as expected. I hear a lot of adventurers are gathering at the Bornter mansion."

"Excuse me, Mr. Galahat. My movements have just been known over there."

Mult bows his head to Galahat for Ray's words, who grumbled as if he had regained his mind.

But as Galahat says he doesn't care, he puts his hand on Mult's shoulder and shakes his head to the left and right.

"Never mind. This is the only move I've ever made. My brother wouldn't have been able to carry me to the end without me knowing. It just so happens to be your move that they found out over there."

"... I will protect Mr. Galahat and show him what he is."

"Right. I hope so."

As we continue down the path of the aristocratic city in conversation that way, we eventually see the mansion illuminated with tons of lights to say that it is also deep at night.

"Pretty sumptuous, or what..."

He was a fron who groaned looking at the mansion like a sneer, but Galahat opened his mouth with a bitter smile.

"I don't usually turn the lights on that far. You're probably on guard for us today."

"Oh, I see. With that being said, is it? Most of the guys who were chasing Mult are getting paid back, or they're attacking Seto at the wheat pavilion at dusk and they're getting back. Will you be vigilant?"

"More than that. It is true that there are fewer than 40 fighters over there and, as Fron said, nearly 10 have already suffered a payback. I mean, there must be only about 30 people left in the calculations... weirdly, is it because of the shadows?

Brasso squeaks as he looks at the slowly approaching Bornter mansion. Indeed, there existed a number of figures that appeared in the mansion's garden superior to 30. Given that there were some escorts in the mansion, the Rays could see that it was very different from what they had heard from Mult and Galahat beforehand.

"Probably gathered the chimps like they came to the wheat pavilion at dusk. I don't know if it's going to be pure force, but with a lot of people, it's all intimidating."

Ray groans so, approaching the door to the Bornter mansion that the adventurers are protecting.