Legend

As he sees the sunset entering through the warehouse window, Bosque turns his gaze toward the four objects in front of him.

The investigation was carried out at the Silva family mansion this time because it was raided during the last Spear Frog.

There are three human corpses and one non-cactus corpse similar to cactus modoki.

Those are the people Ray and Elaine met in the dungeon.

And the bodies of those who can serve as clues to those who are making abnormal species.

"... it hurts that I couldn't make it alive. If I were alive, I would have used any means to extract information."

Aside from Bosc, Sanctions and several adventurers listen to the words.

Everything is Bosque's trusted people.

"But, brother, these guys, they were bosses, they were forced to become an organization, and they killed themselves instantly with poison, right? I don't think we could have pulled the information out first, even if we could have survived."

When the adventurer man tells him so, another adventurer who was near him clasps his shoulders and opens his mouth.

"You sealed your own mouth because you decided you couldn't stand torture, did you? I think we could have pulled the intel out if we had kept him alive."

"Damn, isn't Deep Red as good as rumours?

"No, it was in the spring war that the alias originally spread. I mean, that's why you're fighting, right? It is also possible that I am not used to this hand capture alive or something. I heard about it. He said that he was still an adventurer and a little over a year old in New America.... Well, there's something incredible around being rank B"

Sanctions turns his gaze to the adventurers who are having a conversation that way and coughs up small.

"We all don't seem to know, but basically an item box is so that we can't store what's alive. That's why it would have taken a lot of work to get these people out of the dungeon if they had been caught alive. I don't think their treatment was so bad, given that they had a good chance of escape."

"Heh? Really?

Sanctions snorts at the gaze of adventurers who know very little about the existence of an item box.

Next to it, Bosque was also nodding similarly.

Even for a boss, I knew I couldn't put an organism in an item box. But still, it was so beneficial that there were no more clues, that even if I knew it was difficult, I wouldn't be able to help but mouth the stupidity of wanting it alive.

If I can't help thinking any more about what's gone past, I reach for the dungeon cards that are placed near the men.

The faces of the men, or the names on the cards, don't recognize everything.

"Shit, naturally, but it's a fake name or a forgery.... Sanctions, I'm sure there was some material received from the Levisole family in there somewhere?

"Yes, I've already secured what I put my hands on in the Alliance."

"Tell them to contact you and ask if you have any information about these guys. Tell him to correct himself that the guild that binds the adventurer took the initiative and worked wrongdoings."

"Okay. Immediately."

I'll see Sanctions gracefully drop him off from inside the warehouse and then order the other adventurers to look for something that might lead me to wash some traits with what the body is wearing...

"No, brother. All I have is substitutes like they sell everywhere, and there's nothing like showing who these guys are anywhere."

"... Shit, naturally, but it's thorough. But does that mean these guys were trained to do the right thing?"

Even as he pounds his tongue, Bosque tilts his neck inside.

(Not from the Marchelle family, are you? They hire people there, but unlike us and the Levisole family, there are not that many of them, and most of them are not like adventurers, but like younger men who do chores. It's not the kind of situation where you can be trained to move in an organized way like these guys.)

Think that far and frown uncomfortably, Bosque.

Because I understood what my thoughts meant.

(Actually, if it doesn't mean the Marstells were sneaking up on some sort of organization, does that mean there's a third party? That's a pain in the ass)

Bosque's predictions just assumed it was the Marstells pulling the thread behind the Levisole family, but the reality in front of them denies it.

"And..."

Mumble and move your gaze from the corpse of the adventurer to the corpse of the cactus modoki.

Bosque himself often fights at the forefront of his disciples, also acting as an adventurer, and is also a high-ranking adventurer named Rank B due to his privileged talents.

Therefore, naturally I also know the monster lying in front of me.... No, I knew.

"I didn't know cactus modoki would make such a difference. Abnormal species, huh? That's a strange name to say."

Much bigger than what Bosque knows, the needle growing from its body is also sharp and long, and seems sturdy.

Considering that that needle is going to be skipped countless times, it was easy to imagine that if you fought with the intention of dealing with a regular cactus modoki, you would definitely die first... even if you were lucky, you would suffer considerable injuries.

"Brother, what about your cactus modoki?

"Right, how many of our fellows are safe?

It is the Silva family, originally famous for its militarism. Naturally, there were many who fought there, and not so many held research positions.

It's a raid on a warehouse that kept Spear Frog in there. Even a handful of researchers have lost their lives…

"Just a couple of people who didn't happen to be in the warehouse that time of year."

"... Shit, I guess. I can't help it, put me in touch with the guild and send someone strong in this field. The same is true of the Alliance in that it was raided, but the number of people it originally held is different."

"Go!

Nodding at Bosque's words, the adventurer leaves.

After that, Bosque felt depressed about the future operation of Exil.

"... what? Aren't you coming back?

Hours after three bodies and a cactus Modoki's body were brought into Bosc's warehouse. In one of the mansions of the Marchelle family west of Egzil, where the sun also fell completely into the night, the oliqueur frowns uncomfortably at the reports brought to him by his men.

"Yes, given the time I've been in the dungeon, I should be able to be back for a long time, but I don't see that anywhere. I asked the gatekeeper to check by turning my hand from the table. We've been confirmed to have entered the dungeon, but we haven't been confirmed to have exited.... probably."

I won't say it to the end, but I also quickly found out what the man wanted to say to Oliqueur.

In other words, he said he was in some kind of trouble.

"Are the others safe?

"Yes, only those three will not be back"

Hearing the words, the oliqueur relieves slightly.

If they knew who they were, it was because they decided that not just the three of them, but the others, should not have come back as well.

"What's their destination?

It's the 13th basement.

"The 13th basement floor...... oh, cactus modoki. So that was 3-2-7 of the seeds of chaos, huh?

The results of our own research are up-to-date, and it hurts so much for the Oriqueurs that they don't know where they are anymore.

But most of all, the pain would be having no idea where the three missing people are.

Because we know we are shadow beings, we definitely wanted to avoid imitations like those on the table.

"How many people will be able to move?

"I thought it was about 10 people. Several people are traveling to God during the raid on the warehouse, and some of the injuries they sustained have not healed."

"... 10 people. Then it would be dangerous to get your hands on the Silva family."

"Think the Silva family captured you?

To his men's words, Oliqueur shakes his neck small and sideways.

"There is no certainty. But as it stands, it's the worst we can do to get captured by the Silva family. But the Silva family is a place of considerable concentration in this Exil. You can't do anything with less than 10 people."

"Sure, it wouldn't be possible for 10 of us to attack and wipe them out like we did at the warehouse, but wouldn't it be possible enough to see if those three were captured?

"Look at him... don't look at Bosque sweetly. At first glance, he only looks like a pigsty man, and he's actually the right man, but by the time he's irregular, he's sharp. Even if he's plotting something, he's the kind of man who sees it through. Try sneaking into a place where such a guy is. I'm pretty sure they'll feel it right away."

"... that's it, is it?

"Of course. In the first place, the forces of the Silva and Marchelle families were just as great when that young creation came to our Lord's throne, and the Levisole family was no worse than it is now. But now that you think about it, you can understand, right?

A third person's voice echoes in a room where there should have been only two men and an oliqueur.

The moment he hears that voice, his men try to pull the knife out of his hips sheath, but the oliqueur stops it.

"Stop it.... you can't say it's a very good hobby to eavesdrop, Master Prix"

With that word, a laugh echoes through the door.

"Ho ho ho. Whatever was done in this mansion in the first place is getting in my ear."

The door opened and from there came a middle-aged woman in her 40s.

He wears earrings, hair decorations, necklaces, forehead decorations, rings, bracelets, foot rings and jewels all over the body, and in his arms he holds a doll of about 30 cm.

Prix Marchelle, the owner of the Marchelle family where the Oriquelle is staying.

Oliqueur frowns in his heart at the appearance of the Mistress of the Mansion, but smiles and opens his mouth without putting it to his expression.

"I'm sorry about that. Exquisite wizard."

"Master Descara, Towzendes"

It was an oliqueur word that just seemed flattering, but the doll held by the prix squeals well.

It was the same hard voice to hear, but the prick himself smiles without looking like he cared at all.

"Ho ho. I'm glad you said that.... Well, anyway, just stop giving the Silva family a little bit of a whirl. Not at all."

"... why, even if I ask?

"Whatever you guys are, I'm not seriously hostile to Bosc. Try to be something where even the Levisole family's forces have fallen and even the Silva and Marchelle families are in full contention. As none of the three houses that rule Eggzil deserve it, there's a good chance they're going to let the country out."

When I say that much, the look on Prix's face comes with an unpleasant color to the point where I wonder what his upper mood was a few seconds ago.

"It is… but then we have our purpose"

But you couldn't stand such prick words, pinch your mouth like the man of your men who was on the side of the oliquette said by accident.

Prix hears the words, smiles and opens his mouth.

"Oh? Could it be that the original purpose of Holy Light is to confuse this Exil? Oh, my God. This has to be handled properly as the ruler of Eggzil."

"Wait, please!

The moment Tyroli and Prix lick their lips, the oliqueur screams aggressively.

My subordinate man didn't understand why his boss suddenly screamed, but he noticed the cold feeling of softly touching his neck muscles.

When you move only your eyes, at some point...... really at some point you have a doll on your shoulder about 30 cm long and the knife that the doll has is stuck to your neck muscle, slashing and tearing a piece of skin, from which a muscle of blood flows.

If Oriquel's voice had been delayed for a moment, he would have had no life of his own. Push your inner fear to kill that unmistakable fact, and once again turn your gaze to Prix.

Until a few seconds ago, there was no figure of a doll held in his arm.

That would be natural. Because the doll is sticking a knife to her neck right now.

(When...)

The man, unable to feel the doll move at all, in the next moment breathes sweat from tension from his spine and forehead.

"... this is the fallout when it comes to my people's response. Would you forgive me, please?

"So can we decide that your purpose is not to confuse Eggzil?

"Of course. I don't mean to do that."

"Believe that word, for today's sake"

Kusuri, and when Prix leaked a grin, the doll, who was sticking a knife to the man's neck, kicked the man's shoulder gently and leaped straight back into Prix's arm.

Then he tries to leave the room stroking the doll... stops for a moment and opens his mouth with his gaze toward the oliqueur.

"What bothers me is that the noise gets louder and the state intervenes. I mean, if it's less noisy... you know what I mean?

That's all I told him, and he left the room.