Legend

Tattoos with snakes wrapped around their arms.

The moment I see the person with that tattoo, Ilse's brain is dyed bright red.

Vengeance... Vengeance for killing my own parents and brother.

If it was all over the city, the guards and... if it worked, we might have been able to rush in around the Knights.

But his parents and brother, who were merchants, were killed outside the city.

That too, to the adventurer I met by chance.

Even now, Ilse dreams about that time.

Even though five years have passed since my parents and brother died, one of those days I get attacked by nightmares.

I don't know. Reach for the dagger pattern...

"Ever, pulling weapons inside the guild should be stopped. Not at all."

The moment my hand touched the dagger pattern, my hand was placed on my shoulder with those words.

"Huh!?

Ilse breathes in the voice she suddenly heard from behind her back.

Until they touched me, because I had no idea there was someone there.

Of course, Ilse is not highly skilled enough to detect signs.

Still, Ilse, who can't help calling herself a beauty, was sensitive to someone close to her in that sense.

If he hadn't gained such ability, it was only by now that Ilse would have been in all sorts of terrible sights as a woman.

Turn around backwards... so I guess the man's words stayed somewhere in his head. Watch your opponent as he never pulls his dagger out of his sheath.

It was this little man in the hood even though it was hot there.

"... what about you?

"I'm an adventurer, you're from this guild.... So, I ask you again, what did you try to pull out your weapon?

"It's..."

Ilse clouds her words into the words of a man in front of her - who can't see his face because he's wearing a hood, but still understands that he's a man from his voice.

Seeing Ilse like that, the man sighs smaller too.

I guess it was easy to imagine that something was translated.

... but suddenly pulling out a dagger in the guild without a reason can only be seen as dangerous.

"There was a bit of a lot going on. Never mind."

"... even if they say so"

For a man, he suddenly finds someone in his guild to pull out a dagger, and he tells me not to care, and I can't say yes.

Fortunately not so many watched Ilse try to pull through the dagger.... Yes, that's about it.

Ilse had not noticed at all, but several of the adventurers who were in the guild had noticed Ilse trying to pull out her dagger.

Fortunately for Ilse, it would have been unnoticed by the vendetta.

Either way, now Ilse has to figure out how to mislead the story.

"Hey Ray, what's going on?

A voice is called that way, and a woman speaks to the man who was in front of Ilse.

A man sees the voice...... the moment Ray sees it, Ilse quickly flips herself on the spot and leaves the guild.

(Thanks)

That was the only thing behind Ilse's brain that walked away to sew inside a large crowd of people.

To be precise, should it be described as otherwise unthinkable…?

He said he was glad he found his revenge, but he couldn't capture it in advance of it.

... If it was enough to pull out a dagger in the guild, they wouldn't have done anything else like get caught, but I guess Ilse unfortunately didn't know what was going on around there.

Either way, now that we need to get away from the guild anyway, we go through the crowd thinking that way.

Eventually we arrived in a place where there are not many people.

I didn't like too many people, so I guess that was natural...... that would mean that the place where Ilse is is is also a sparsely populated place in the current Guild.

It is only natural that there will naturally be people in such places who will not be able to get out on the surface very well...

"Ooh sister. What are you doing in a place like this? No, hang out with me a little bit more than that."

"Hiu! You're quick when you talk about your brother and sister."

"Heh, right? Look, this happens at times like this, but whatever you do, it's speed that counts. Anyway, moving fast into action means a lot just that. That's why I can make this woman my own."

"... there's no reason for that."

He was a man bragging about the man he was with, but a sober voice echoes there.

It's naturally not funny for a guy who's talking about a theory to be suddenly interrupted into a story.

Not to mention, it would be even more offensive if that were to refute the argument.

"Huh!?

The fact that he was interrupted by a good mood means that the man who turned his gaze to those who heard him stop the movement.

Also, Ilse, who gazed at the same person to follow the man's gaze, also stopped moving.

Ilse understood that she looked very valuable to the man.

Of course I didn't feel like I was the most beautiful person in the world, but nevertheless, as an objective opinion, I understood that I was beautiful.

But... now the person at the end of Ilse's gaze was so beautiful that she would be ashamed of herself for thinking about it.

"Huh?"

Such a voice leaks inadvertently from Ilse's mouth in a way that I don't understand.

Active rather than calm... then flashy beauty.

The other side is wrapped in thin clothes that look transparent, and if you just look there, you just look like a dancer or a whore.

In addition, its physical appearance symbolizes femininity so much that even from Ilse's point of view, it accidentally swallows spit.

Regardless of your face, for Ilse, who is not confident in the size of her breasts, such an opponent is exactly like embodying the word perfect woman.

Even though the woman who seems to have helped herself for a few seconds blinds me, Ilse returns to me immediately.

These are the men who have been pushing against themselves.

If that's the case, it would obviously hurt you to put a beautiful woman in front of you.

But even though it's been decades since the woman showed up, there's no way the men are going to force themselves against the woman.

Why? And Ilse, who sees the men in doubt, sees the sight of the men trembling for some reason.

"Huh?"

Again out of Ilse's mouth is the same voice as earlier.

However, the intentions and emotions that live there are very different from those of earlier.

You've been forceful against yourself, so don't you imitate the same to a new woman who appears exactly the way she is? That's what I thought. Ilse's expectations were completely different.

Because the men were shaking their bodies when they saw the new woman.

Why? And Ilse with such doubts.

If Ilse had the ability to spot the strength of her opponents at all, she would have understood why the men were trembling.

But Hate and Ilse's talent in battle is scarce, and I couldn't understand how powerful the person in front of me was.

"Ko, Ko, this is... Mr. Vihera. What's going on in a place like this?

"I saw that kid running this way. Still, I thought maybe... it was a sign."

The men, whose gaze was mixed with laughter, could not focus their consciousness on the beauty of Vihella or on the outfits that stirred their passions, just trembling.

These men have come to the Guild to build more.

But he escaped because he didn't like physical work, and now he used to gather around here following Slam Street.

So I know very well about Vihera, who is looking around Gilm as a help to the guards... blinded her eyes to its beauty and scattered it unnecessarily - although not dead - I see the people.

With such an opponent in front of us, there was no reason for the men to be frightened.

Vihera was a superb flower, but its beautiful flowers naturally have thorns to protect themselves.

Besides, the thorn is a highly aggressive thorn that goes from defending itself to stabbing its opponent.

Beyond that, if you are not confident in your strength, you cannot imitate that flower with your hands.

Not to mention that even the adventurers here are the kind of people who have escaped a tough job.

Fight Vihela, there can be no winning.

All I can do is at least make it easy.

"No, isn't that why? I'm just trying to stop this young lady because she's going to be in the slam if she goes ahead."

The man who tells you that while smiling.

Looking at such a man, Vihera eventually sighs small before turning her gaze to Ilse.

"What are we going to do? If we're gonna make this a problem, we're gonna go all the way to the guard's jar together, right?

"Yes, no. You don't have to."

I didn't want to get involved with the guards as much as I could because I was thinking about vengeance.

Nor would he have understood Ilse's thoughts like that, but Vihera turns her gaze from Ilse to the men and opens her mouth.

"Good for you, it's not going to be a problem,... but if something goes wrong and I find it... you know what happens, right?

The men nod back as they panicked to Vihera, who asks with a full grin.

Because I understand that there is a difference in strength between Vihela and people who can't even think of things like fighting.

"Then let's get out of here. This is no place for people like you to come."

"The... yes"

To be honest, it was Ilse who didn't feel like going back into the crowd, but if Vihella still worries me so much, there's no reason to say no to that.

In the end, Ilse is taken back to the main street by Vihera.

"Mmm."

"Yeah, you kept me waiting."

When we got out of the aisle where Ilse and the others were, they would deserve to call us kids. The other guy was waiting for Vihera and Ilse.

To be precise, Vihella is the only one who has been waiting.

"Er...?

"Oh, never mind"

With that said, Vihera turns a frightened gaze at the child carrying dried meat into his mouth...... Bühne.

"Beaune, you can often eat dried meat in this heat. If it wasn't wine, it wouldn't be very, but I wouldn't mind eating that."

"Mmm!"

I didn't understand what that word meant to Ilse, who was listening on the side.

But it is only Ilse, and Vihera understands what it normally means to be mixed with that one word.

"You don't say that. Normally, a lot of people lose their appetite in the summer."

"Uh... Mr. Vihera, was it? Do you understand what she's saying?

I ask Vihera, who for Ilse has an incomprehensible exchange, unexpectedly.

Against such Ilse, Vihera grins and nods back.

"That's right. Normally, you don't know, but if you've known each other a long time, you'll know somehow."

"... is that what it is"

Normally, that's very incredible.

But if they actually showed such a sight in front of me, I had to believe it.

"What are you going to do? From what I've seen, adventurers...... right?

Leather armor made from monster leather and Vihera asks anticipating Ilse's qualities from a dagger on her hips.

Neither does Ilse particularly hide that she is an adventurer, so I honestly admit that word.

"Yes, I am a low rank adventurer in rank F"

"... you used to come to the Guild at that rank."

"Yep. The searcher is in the guild...... he is..."

To the words of Vihera, Ilse almost answers that way unexpectedly, realizing what she is about to say, stuck in words.

Fortunately for Ilse, she used the expression "seeker" rather than "vengeful opponent" or "vendetta". And most importantly, that Vihella didn't care about the details?

"... hmm. Well, since there are so many people in the Guild right now, I don't think it's that easy to find the person you're looking for. Why don't you make a request to the Alliance?

It was Vihera who guessed that there was some translation, but she asks so, not particularly concerned about the area.

But naturally, Ilse shakes her neck to the side of such a Vihera word.

Because I've already found someone to look for... vengeance.

I don't want to go out of my way here to imitate people's attention, be it a little.

"Really?... but if you're going to make a strange noise in the guild, I'm going to get out. Don't forget that."

Finally stabbing a sharp nail, Vihera leaves before Ilse with Bühne.

Ilse could just shut up and drop him off behind that.

With my body trembling unknowingly at Vihella's gaze.