Legend

When the Rays were doing a mock fight in the courtyard of Azimov's house... Tris was listening to reports from his men in the office of the Spiel Chamber of Commerce.

"Really? Will Precious not show his tail yet"

"Yes, those around Precious are more troublesome than I expected."

To words from his men, Tris sighs as he drinks cold, cold fruit water.

A magic item that cools things down is very expensive for the average person, but for Tris, who is entrusted with the Spiel Chamber of Commerce Guild Branch, it's a substitute that you can buy if you can't do it a little bit.

Not to mention, I believe that if those who belong to the Chamber of Commerce feel comfortable doing their job, this level of spending is fine.

But now Tris can't afford to taste that cold fruit water.

This ploy to bump Ray and the Azotto Chamber of Commerce and make Tris faint.

Because there has been little progress in the investigation into it.

The biggest cause of this is those around Precious who were also reported today.

Those whom Precious took as his escort or as his own sidekick interfere with Tris' investigation.

Of course it doesn't obviously get in the way.

The insignificant manner in which it was interrupted could only be considered very troublesome.

"Can't I let this one go back to sleep..."

"Yes."

It was Tris' words whining with the meaning of confirmation, but his men, who brought the report, nodded lightly.

Around Precious is a native of an orphanage where Precious… has been run by Precious houses for generations to be precise.

Orphans are more likely to die than live.

In addition, some orphanages see orphans only as tools of their own commerce.

Let them work like slaves and make their funds their own… some of them made orphans the object of their desires.

Compared to such orphanages, orphanages that operate in Precious houses are well fed and unreasonably invisible.

So those from the orphanage remembered their strong trust in Precious.

… although it is also true that some of them strongly influence the education provided in orphanages.

So there was no chance that the orphans would betray Precious and imitate Tris.

"That's what I knew, but it's troublesome."

"For once, the investigation is underway to such an extent that it is unnoticed by Precious and the surroundings of his escort..."

clouding words, but that was a testament to the fact that the investigation had not gone as far as it thought.

Most importantly, Precious was troubled by Tris' investigation into his men, and made a request for cooperation with Slain.

"You can't help it. Okay, please try harder. In the current situation, there is no reason for Mr. Ray to be so bad at me. We need to do something about it before it happens."

"Yes, whenever possible. … but if you're in Slam Street…"

Tris nods when he knows what his men are saying.

A few days ago, Precious went to the slam to see this, naturally, Tris also gets information.

The same goes for Ray there.

When you get that information, maybe Ray's gonna get his hands on the Precious guys in Slam Street? Though I thought so, at the time, I didn't have a subordinate who could be dispatched to Slam Street, and I'm a step behind.

I immediately sent someone familiar with Slam Street among those I hired in Gilm... but by then things were already over.

Still, I could tell from the information gathered that what took place in Slam Street was only traction by Ray, and that no specific harm could actually be done to Precious.

"We've managed to gather people from you, too. Collect it as soon as you can and turn it around, so please try to keep up the good work as it stands now."

"Yes, I understand. So..."

That's what I was about to say, and the man suddenly stops talking.

And look around to be vigilant about something.

If you look at such a subordinate, it's not hard for Tris to figure out what's going on at the moment either.

Tris is only a merchant, not someone who puts himself in the fight.

But still, they're only entrusted with Gilm's branch, and the training grounds are diving through quite a bit.

It was understandable that the current situation would never be good just because of the reactions of my people.

"Is it Precious?

"What do you think? I still don't know the area. But I was wondering if there was a mistake in the circumstances."

The man alerts his surroundings as he takes the dagger out of his nostrils and leans closer to Tris's side so that whatever happens is okay whenever it happens.

I guess Tris also decided he couldn't afford to be here drinking fruit water. I couldn't confront them directly on my own, but I still stood up to stay out of my men's way.

"Anybody, come on!

As the screaming subordinate's voice echoes around him, two men immediately come inside through the door.

Those are the two men who stood in front of the door as escorts.

He holds a long sword in his hand, and when he sees Tris with a tough, tight look to make sure he's safe, he gives a slight relief look.

But...... just at that moment the branch shakes with intense impact and at the same time I hear screams.

I guess I was lucky I didn't have anything in Tris' room, but I was pretty sure the screaming wasn't just every now.

"Shit, have you been after this place, not Master Tris?... Luskru, you go check on the store. South is here with me as Master Tris' escort. There is a good chance that the current scream is positive."

"Ha!"

"Okay!

The man called Luskul leaves the room quickly, and the man called South stands by at Tris' side.

"What do you think, Edistole? You still think Precious did this?

To Tris' words, the man who was giving instructions to the two escorts… Edistole nods quickly.

"I thought maybe for sure. Unless Master Tris is buying someone else's grudge and they raid you."

"... you can't deny it either."

The Spiel Chamber of Commerce...... no, Tris should say in this case, but there is a sense that we are dealing somewhat forcefully.

I can't honestly snort if anyone tells me that I don't resent you.

But at the same time, if they resented me enough to directly raid the store, I couldn't honestly nod again.

(In the first place, is it possible that it was an accident or something, not like a raid...)

Though I think so, Tris' account of working as a merchant for many years had also determined that the possibility that the screams sounded at this time would not be raids would be small.

"For Precious, I think it's a long way too early to go into action...... what do you think?

"I don't know. You may have decided to take control of Lord Ray by turning him completely against the enemy in one of the slums."

"... make it, it hurts to be late to do people to the slums"

"I don't have a choice. Because I didn't originally think Precious had a connection to Slam Street. In the first place, Precious came to the Guild only after spring. Much later than Master Tris."

"Still, I had contacts with people in Slam Street, besides Precious and his men being competent... I guess that's all the Slam Street residents had a benefit too. Probably played the reward."

Edistol snorts at Tris, who squeaks at the meat on his cheeks.

Then at the next moment, the door of the office opens and Luskul shows up.

"Apparently, the carriage is coming in. I hear the horse was in a state of panic with something... but..."

In the middle of the explanation, Luskul's words were inadvertently interrupted... horns unexpectedly grew from his forehead.

No, it was only for a moment that I thought of that as a horn.

Eventually, Edistol sees it as the tip of a weapon that specializes in spikes, not horns, but elongated… called Rapier or Estock, and goes forward to protect Tris.

A moment late, I guess South also understood that his partner was killed in an attack from behind.

Follow after the edistall as you peel off your white eyes and watch Luskul fall to the floor.

"Pfft, I'm sorry, but that's the end of my role. I hope we won't see each other again, okay?

Black hair cut all over her shoulders, woman.

The face is neat, but it's not like she's a beautiful woman.

The woman, who really seems to be everywhere, smiles and waves Rapier.

Things like the brain marrow, blood, and body fluids that were attached to the tip of it splash and hang on the face of Edistol.

But Edistole doesn't seem to care about it at all and packs the distance from the woman.

But...... at the next moment, the woman slaps something on the floor and fills her surroundings with smoke.

"Gu!"

It was an edistal that stopped the movement for a moment on that smoke, but that moment was deadly in this case.

If you noticed, for some reason, the smoke had already completely disappeared, and at the same time the woman's figure had disappeared again.

"Come on, let him go."

"Mr. Edistole!

Edistole nods at South's words and again turns his gaze to Tris.

"No way, I didn't expect you to set me up from the other side at this point...... what do you do?

"Right. There are some suspicions about this one. You also understand that if you exercise your powers, it will be easier for Mr. Ray to come out. So why did you do this kind of imitation?... Edistole, for once, do you recognize the woman earlier?

To the words of Tris, who asks, Edistole shakes her neck to the side.

"If you're a Precious Hand, you know the general face, but still not everyone. I wonder if it is likely that those who have not revealed themselves to their surroundings. Or..."

A glimpse of Ruskul falling on the floor, Edistol opens his mouth again.

"As I heard earlier, I think it's possible to be a non-Precious handler, what do you think?

"I don't know so much about someone who imitates so blatantly... but still, that's not why it's absolute. Instead, please treat Luskru carefully."

I haven't been with Luskru that long.

He's a person I've hired since he came to Gilm, so he's only been around for a few months.

Still, as a person of the same Spiel Chamber of Commerce, it was Tris' fluent to bury the body politely, beyond being a companion who had been awesome together for a little while.

Edistol understands that, too, and nods small.

"Damn, who imitates this!

South slaps the floor with his fist.

Luskul and I weren't partying, but we were still friends for years.

So there's no way you could have grown up watching the sight of him being killed like this.

With such a glimpse of South, Tris once again comes up with a troubling look.

(Really, why are you imitating this? If we get this far, Precious won't be able to leave again. With that in mind, you had to move the action to execution?

Tris was half-confirmed, though this matter was not yet definitely decided as Precious' work.

But at the same time, I doubt it.

I wonder why you did such a violent imitation.

In the first place, I remember earlier screaming when I thought of raiding the store openly like this...

Luskul, who went to the store to see how things were going, was killed by an assassin before he could explain everything.

"Edistole, look at the store. I'm also concerned about earlier screams."

"But..."

Usually it was Edistole who would follow Tris' orders immediately, but now I hesitate.

... naturally. Luskru and South, who died earlier, are about the same strength.

One of them didn't notice the unintended blow from behind and was killed by one blow.

If so, who can protect Tris if the earlier woman reappears when she is not?

I've already escaped this scene, but I can't abandon the possibility that the opponent will make it look that way and come to the raid again.

It's only right after the raid, because even if the tension is gone, it's natural.

I guess you understood what Edistole was trying to say. Tris thinks of something and eventually opens his mouth.

"Okay, then I'll come with you."

"Wait, please!

Tris shakes his neck sideways to Edistole, who tells him to absolutely stop walking out from himself to a place where assassins are easily targeted.

"I believe in edistal. Come on, I'll go. If something is going on in the store, I have to go to the person in charge..."

"Dear Tris!? Yeah, South, we're coming too!

"Huh? Oh, yes!... See you later."

Tell Luskul briefly, South follows Edistole.

That's how I saw the sight of a carriage sticking inside the store.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no dead or seriously injured, regardless of minor injured figures such as light bumps or slight rubs.

"Everybody, calm down. Treat the injured first. Please make sure your customer is safe. And whoever is free, let the carriage go out of the store."

Tris gave instructions, and the confusion around him gradually subsided.