Legend

"Hmm. Well, Ilse still came to Gilm looking for a job, too.... but you're impotent to come all the way to Gilm in Rank F"

"Because I really needed to come to Gilm"

"How dare you? That? Didn't you come here for the construction of the new building?

"No, that's what I'm looking for."

While returning words to Melane in front of the counter, Ilse was disturbed, albeit slightly, by the man speaking in front of her.

Because the inn was decided, and if I could, I just wanted to head over to gather information.

Even if it is difficult to gather information in a tavern, there are quite a few other places where people gather.

Especially since it would be imperative to go to the guild than Ilse's targeted vendetta is an adventurer.

If it works... if it works out really well, it's not that there's no chance that maybe any enemies who know nothing will come to the Alliance.

Also, even if I pull that out, I don't like Melan, who laughs and talks in front of Ilse.

Melane is clearly of that nature: Yang, Tables, Light...

By comparison, Ilse, who is looking for and trying to kill his parents and brother's enemies, is clearly the opposite of such a melan.

For Ilse like that, talking to Melane is intense mental drain.

But I don't imitate it on the surface.

Melan also remains one of the adventurers who came to this guild before himself.

If so, there was a good chance that they would have some information that they did not know.

I was at least trying to get some information from Melane, more than I could go to collect information from, starting with the Alliance... that's what I thought.

But there the hand of salvation reaches out.

"Melan, keep it around there. Your young lady, Ilse, just came to the guild today. I would have searched around quite a bit until we got here too... give him a break"

"Hey, bad. Yeah, it's pretty obvious how hard it is to find a place in the Guild right now."

Until I found this inn, I walked around a good number of inns. It was easy to imagine how difficult Ilse was.

Most importantly, when Meran came, the number of people who came to Gilm for work was lower than it is now.

Even then, considering that it took a long time to find this inn, Melane also understood that it was difficult to find the inn in the current Guild, where there were more people than there were at the time.

"No, never mind. I've been told stories about the Guild for a lot of reasons."

He said he was a good boy.

The owner gives the key to Ilse, who stands up Melanie and tells her so.

"Look, this is the key to your room. The room is in the back of the second floor, in the fang room."

"... fang room?

If it's normal, don't you distinguish it by number or something?

I was Ilse with such doubts, but if they told me I could tell if I went upstairs, I wouldn't say anything more.

"Oh, then I'll show you around. 'Cause this way."

Did you care, or did you want to talk to Ilse a little more... either way, Melane leads Ilse upstairs.

I was a little annoyed with Melane like that, but if I didn't have to look for a room, I would keep following.

Most of all, it's not that hard to find a room with a fang plate hanging on it.

Coming in front of a place not so far from the stairs, Ilse wonders what to do with Melan.

Ilse also understands enough that she is not turning a low profile on herself, but is doing this to me out of pure kindness.

But... Still, it's an unmistakable fact that Ilse doesn't like Meran's personality...

Then Melan opens her mouth at a time as if she had read such Ilse's thoughts.

"Well, I'll be rude around here. 'Cause I'm gonna do some training from now on."

"Training, is it?

From Ilse's point of view, Melan seems to have a lot of strength.

Less, to the point that Ilse's skill would not be any match at all.

"Oh.... there's a guy who has to win. To save Mr. Vihella from the devil's hand."

Ilse can't do anything to make fun of it, either, if she is squealed with a strong willed force.

I didn't originally imitate my emotions on my face, and in Melane's case, I might not even notice that... but it wouldn't be strange for Ilse to think that just in case.

"Do you have someone you want to take down?

"Oh. Mr. Vihera... he's the one who's fooling my favorite opponent"

"deceive,"

It was Ilse who looked a little strange, but I'm not going to get so deeply involved with Melane, so I won't say anything more.

"Now, if you'll excuse me around here because I want to take a break from packing too"

"Okay. If you don't know anything, feel free to call me. If there's anything I can do, I'll help."

"... thank you"

That's all I tell you, Ilse enters the room.

(If you're really going to cooperate, you know about Gilm, and you're stronger than me, so I can count on you... I guess it's a social dictionary)

A small sigh of sigh, Ilse looks around the room.

It's just close to the back street, and that room is pretty small.

There was a bed and a desk, a simple shelf, and that alone accounted for the majority of the room.

If Ray saw this room, he would see it as about a quadruple tatami room.

Even less, compared to the room where Ray is staying at the wheat pavilion at dusk, it's pretty small, and the facilities in the room are obsolete.

"I guess you're lucky you didn't rot."

He groans as he looks at the wooden shelves and quickly spreads his luggage.

It was somewhat cheap as a price for the inn, so if you say it's worth the price, think about it until then.

In the first place, if I was bad, I would have slept with a lot of guys in a big room or had to go wild.

With that in mind, I wouldn't even be able to complain about being able to sleep in a decent private room even if the facilities are somewhat old.

Anyway...... and Ilse easily unpacks.

Regardless of the low rank, Ilse has turned various villages, cities and cities in search of revenge.

I was so used to traveling that it didn't match my low rank.

That's why I had considerably less luggage when I came to the Guild, and the room would be sorted out quickly.

Just hold the dagger, as usual, and leave the room as it is.

"Oh, you're leaving already?

"Yes, because I need to find a job a little faster"

I smile back at the innkeeper and return the words.

Ilse's original purpose is to find revenge, or information that leads to it, but it's also never a lie that she's looking for a job.

Ilse, a low-ranking adventurer, has a lot to do to earn a living.

... I have also figured out a way to use a fairly privileged face and make money as a whore on several occasions.

But given the kindness of my parents and my brother, I couldn't have mildly imitated that.

Maybe...... if I can't really do anything about it, I could have thought about it that way, but fortunately I haven't been in that situation so far.

"Right. You have to choose a job, there will be as many jobs in the Guild as there are today. If you're confident in your arms, it's a good idea to escort a wall under construction."

"No, unfortunately I'm not very confident in my arms..."

In fact, Ilse has only the equivalent of a Rank F Adventurer.

There was not much aptitude for combat.

Even in such circumstances, Ilse had not given up hostility.

"Right. Then... at the construction site, if you're an adventurer, you might want to help."

"Okay. I'll go to the guild and listen to the neighborhood."

"You should. If you can do a job that you can't do, and you can't do anything about it, it's not good enough."

In a short exchange of words, Ilse leaves the inn with her head bowed to the innkeeper.

"... for a reason, hey"

The innkeeper shrugs as he looks at the door where such Ilse left off.

An appearance not suitable for adventurers to see.

Of course, many adventurers have powers that are not very apparent, but they do not understand.

However... as far as Ilse is concerned, I had the idea that I could not expect much skill as an adventurer either.

Still, I came to Gilm, so I guess there's definitely some reason.

I mean, it was definitely for some reason.

Besides, the owner doesn't have the intention to do anything with it.

Only because the owner says he's staying in Ilse.

I didn't mean to push my neck in there in any way.

(Well, if you're going to annoy our inn, except to talk about it)

Even if I look at the door and think so, I immediately shake my neck to the side and go back to my job.

"A lot of people."

Ilse heads to the guild, albeit pioneering in the number of far more people than he expected.

I almost knew where it was because I had asked Melan, and I can't get lost because it's on the boulevard in the first place.

It was Ilse walking with that in mind...

"What!?

On walking, I raise my voice without thinking about being in sight.

What many saw from the gap in which they were walking was the presence with the upper body of the eagle and the lower body of the lion...

Naturally Ilse also knew what that was.

Rank A Monster, Griffon.

But even though there are monsters who deserve to be called such a kind of legend, the inhabitants of the Guild do not look particularly surprised.

On the contrary, there are even those inside who are stroking the griffon or feeding it.

(What's happening?

I wondered if only a handful of humans were receptive to griffons, and many of them walking down the boulevard turned their gaze to see even something smiling.

(Dreams or hallucinations?

Are you unconscious and dreaming by the heat of midsummer...... or are you hallucinating by the heat?

I thought that for a moment, but immediately deny it.

I try to squeeze my arm lightly, but it usually hurts.

That would mean that Griffon at the end of his gaze is in reality...... eventually reminds me of the story that there are aliased adventurers in this guild who are subjugating Griffon.

I wasn't listening so carefully because it wasn't about revenge.

But I remember hearing the same story in different places.

(Red lotus, could it have been? No, you're not. Deep Red? Yeah, I think that was such an alias)

As I recall from the bottom of my memory, I recall rumors about adventurers who are subjugating Griffon.

Says, noble or whatever, the opponent who has become his own enemy kills relentlessly.

Said he had a very high fighting power and ended the war with the Bestian Empire by himself.

Says he's very feminine and keeps the beauty in his samurai.

(That?)

That's all I remember, Ilse finds out.

I was wondering if I could be a great force in avenging you.

Ilse has only low fighting power as an adventurer.

Beyond that, I didn't think much of it in the wind of taking enemies directly with my own hands...

Of course, if you can take with your own hands the vengeance that killed your parents and brother, that would be best.

Ilse, who understands her power, knows that it's impossible.

If you really take vengeance with your own hands, that would be what you need to use poison or something.

Or... that's what scares me to run, but lure me into bed and poke the gap holding myself.

But in the end, you are very likely to fail more than you are anxious about your fighting power.

If so, isn't that what you should drag in those who are more combative than you?

(Fortunately, I'm talking about being a lady lover, and I can put up with it if it's enough to hold me)

Being held against a vendetta is as disgusting as wanting to die, but if it is held to avenge a vendetta, I can be convinced.

Ilse didn't feel like she was in contradiction with all sorts of things, but she was still convinced of her thoughts.

(Plus, if you have a Griffon, you can move quickly to another location)

Ilse thinks that Griffon is no better as a means of mobility than not knowing if the vengeance is in the Guild.

But Ilse doesn't know that Seto can't basically put anyone other than Ray on board.

If we're going to use Ceto to move, that's the only way we're going to have to grab it and move it.

After thinking about it that way, Ilse, who eventually arrived at the guild, tried to see the requisitions affixed to the requisition board as they were for now…

"Huh?"

Stop that movement.

Because at the end of his gaze... there was a familiar tattoo on the arm of the man lined up on the Alliance counter.

I killed my sweet parents and my brother, the same tattoo as my own.