Legend

It's getting deeper at night, because those who were having a banquet will be hampered by tomorrow's work, and by the time they start cutting it up.

By the time the date would have changed in a few moments, under the Rays... one man appeared in the liquor store where the Rays were currently waiting, to be exact.

From the looks of it, it would also seem like he took a trip to the tavern if the drunk wasn't drinking enough yet.

The person comes in front of the counter with a foot lift to be called the Thousand Foot.

However, the speed of walking itself is faster than normal.

At first glance, it also appears to be moving erratically because it cannot be balanced by a thousand birds feet.

And when the man stops moving by trying to cling to the counter, he opens his mouth towards the man in front of him.

"Ajas moved"

The one word is not a voice that a very, but drunk man can utter.

sharp, and sober words.

But the saloon clerk who heard it nodded without being particularly surprised by the man's words uttered across the counter.

Naturally. The man pretending to be drunk in front of you is a colleague of the clerk... because he is part of an intelligence unit.

I was still in a position to say apprenticeship to be exact, but I can't go wrong with my affiliation with the intelligence force.

When the clerk puts a glass of water in front of such a man, he goes straight to the back.

And when I go into one room, I nod small toward the dar I was there.

Seeing that snort, Dar squeezes his expression.

It's not a soft look like the one you were giving in front of Ray, it's a tough look like an intelligence unit.

"I'll let the Rays know. Gather as much information as you can while you can."

"Okay."

Dar leaves the room a little... as he sees each of the people in the room move out to the room where the Rays are staying.

"Excuse me, I'm Dar. May I have a word?

Saying so, Dar, who knocked on the room, heard a voice coming back saying it was okay to come right in through the room, and opened the door.

The first thing Dar saw entering the room was the figure of Büne sleeping with her hands resting on the table as pillows.

Then we're talking, Ray, Marina, Vihera.

And one, Ilse, who keeps silence.

Dar, who entered the room and gathered his gaze outside of Büne, opens his mouth.

"It looks like Ajas has moved."

The moment they said that, Ilse reacted violently.

Naturally. Because I can finally take my family's revenge.

"Does that mean you left the inn?

"Yes. I just don't know where it's going yet. But in the light of the circumstances..."

"Right. Then ask for more information. If he tries to escape Gilm with the woman he took away, he'll stand out."

"Yes, we are currently gathering information. So I asked Ray and the others to get ready so that we could get things out whenever they wanted."

To Dar's words, each of the Rays nods.

Vihera was starting to wake up the sleeping Bühne.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'll gather the information right away"

Darr leaves the room as soon as he sees the Rays starting to get ready.

Dropping it off, it's finally today's climax...... and Ray was going to put his temper back on.

"Damn, I'm not saying anything wrong... why should I be blamed so much?"

A liquor store.

In that tavern, where the number of guests was also getting smaller, Melan was complaining while drinking.

Meran is the only one on the table, and there are no other guests around it.

There are still guests a little further away, but no one gets close to the table where Melan is sitting.

It's like being completely isolated, that's the situation.

In fact, at first some people saw and talked about Melan, but Melan got drunk and tangled up with such an opponent.

I'm saying the right thing in my mouth, but as an adventurer, the right thing isn't everything.

There are by no means many of them imitating half as close to a crime.

So there weren't many people who could agree to that when they heard Melan's argument.

Those who took care of Melan in that way gradually walked away from that table, and as a result Melan was drinking alone now.

Fortunately...... or in the current Guild I don't have any trouble working with the additions.

It doesn't mean you can't pay for the booze.

But it's not a very good situation for a liquor store to have no guests around Melan.

Most importantly, the date is already about to change, and it is time for many guests to start returning, so today I had no choice but to give up half the time.

"Ugh... is it that bad of me..."

Though drunk, Melan gets up and finishes accounting.

That's how Meran, leaving the tavern, stopped even trying to make his way to the inn.

If we keep going back to the inn, we might meet with Ilse.

I remember what Ilse told me at the tavern, and my legs stopped going.

I am right. It is Ilse who is wrong.

Even with that understanding, Meran, who had never been told that the words were blatantly thin from the front, had a deep stab in his heart with words coming out of Ilse's mouth.

On Earth, even if it's time for the date to change, it's only the mouth of the night, but if it's this much time in Elgin, it's more overwhelming for those who are already asleep.

Of course some people still make noise in pleasure streets and taverns, but at least not as much as the moonlight and the starlight on the street where Melan currently stands.

Among other things, there are several figures of prostitutes waiting for customers.

Basically, whores work in whorehouses, but people who don't like to be with people or can't work in whorehouses for any reason sometimes look for guests in the streets all over the city in this way.

Melane, who was stopping her legs in the aisle, looked like a great guest to those whores.

He's still young and has a neat face.

The whores naturally want to be held by a well-faced opponent, too, if someone is to hold them.

I laid eyes on Melan, a twenties whore speaks up.

"Hey, you. Why don't you play with me, if that's all right? I'll keep it cheap, okay?

At this time, it must have been bad luck for a hooker because he didn't know the character of a man named Melan.

And it was usually Meran who didn't speak the truth until against the whore, but Ilse's attack today...... no, he was mentally deeply damaged by the mouth shot.

As if to clear that depression, Melanie blames the whore for what it is to sell her body.

Naturally whores are also angry if they say that.

And it becomes a buying word to the selling word, and the whore leaves.

Meran watched the whore disappearing into the alley, intoxicated and half-headed, but... I saw a whore walking down the alley accidentally blocked her mouth by something and forcibly taken away.

As soon as she sees the act, Melan steps out toward the alley.

"Wait!"

The drunkenness had already disappeared from Melan's head because of the shocking sight he saw.

Though he rushes out to the alley screaming like that... drunkenness disappears from his head, but the drunkenness left in his body doesn't.

The first few steps were able to run on the momentum, but more than that, my legs snap and fall.

Meran rolling down the ground, staying the momentum when he ran out.

If I realized that, in front of me, a man with a woman on his shoulder who had passed out and another man looked at Melan with a strange gaze.

"... hey, what do we do with this guy?

"What did you do, man? It's a woman who collects, so it doesn't make sense to take this guy."

"Uh... right. Do you want to kill him?

Lightly out, the word kill.

That's not a threat or anything, it was obvious if a man like Kill looked at Melane.

In today's drunken situation, it's hard to resist someone trying to kill themselves.

Melan, who understands it, still manages to get up...... but regardless of the degree of alcohol intoxication he usually drinks, he drinks more today than usual, and that intoxication is no longer even able to walk properly.

(If you hadn't drank so much!

I regret looking at a man so much, but now I have to deal with a man somehow.

I thought so, but I was Meran looking for a way to open it...

"Stop it, killing a guy like this won't do you any good. Plus, it's almost time for a deal. I'd like to secure some more women if I could."

"Shh, you're still collecting. Isn't it about time? You don't expect us to go up there."

"I guess so. But you better obey orders from above as much as you can. It's in our interest too."

"... Damn, I get it. Then will you at least take this guy's weapon? That's about as good as it gets, right?

"Oh. Let them pass out later. That way it smells like alcohol. You look drunk and asleep."

"Ouch.... Then I will use your weapon effectively. Goodnight."

"Wait!"

Wait.

I guess that's what Melan wanted to say.

But before she could say the words to the end, Meran lost consciousness when she felt shocked by the dovetail.

The man who was looking at Meran, who had thus lost consciousness, once again asks the other man.

"Do you really not have to kill me? From what I've seen, this guy looks like a lot of pain in the ass, huh?

The reason I whine is because a whore who was arguing with Melanie was about to be taken away, but I understood that I was in a drunken state and yet I watched her come to help me.

Strong sense of justice sometimes causes more than expected.

I was the guy who asks if I should stay put here because I understood that... the other guy, he shakes his neck to the side.

"I don't want to cause as much disturbance today as I can. The other guys are moving, but you know what happens if the guards find this guy's body and it's a riot, right?

"Uh... I see. So you stun him and make him look like he's sleeping drunk."

"Oh. A man being killed, a man sleeping drunk. You don't even have to think about which is going to be a fuss for the guards, do you?

"... well, I guess. But..."

He was a man who was convinced of the story, but still said something. Seeing him do so, the other man tilts his neck.

"What's up?

"No, I agree with what you think... but wonder what happens to the others. Especially the Jars guy. He's got a lot of blood on him, right? We could make a scene with the guards to gather the women."

To that word, the usual appearance of a man called Jars passes behind the man's brain.

The man so convinced, nods instantly.

"Right. Anyway, let's get the women together as soon as we can before there's any extra commotion. If there's a disturbance, the guards will be tightened up."

"... there's just no adventurer's sight, I guess it's better"

The sight of the guilds at night is carried out solely by guards, unlike during the day.

That can be because the number of people who walk in the middle of the night is overwhelmingly small compared to the day, but at the same time if they get tangled up by someone who is drunk and concerned, it is possible for a guard who is used to dealing with it to do so, but if he is an adventurer, he cannot deny the possibility that it will be a brawl.

Of course, if you're a guard, it doesn't mean you can calm down a drunk who's definitely causing a commotion right away, but in terms of getting used to it, the guard had a day long.

For that reason, men in the dark behind are easier to work at night.

Most of all, there are not so many people who walk at night, so if you move poorly, it's easy for the guards to find you.

Either way, the two men decide it's a waste of time even if they're talking here any more, leaving the spot with the unconscious woman and the long sword they took from Melan.

That's how it's been about thirty minutes since the men left...... eventually, Melan wakes up.

"I... this is the whole city? Huh? Why..."

It wasn't the Inn bed that woke up, but the whole city for some reason.

It's also close to what we should call an alley.

I wonder why I slept in a place like this and look around...

"Gu!"

Groaning in abrupt physical pain.

But ironically, it's that body pain that reminds Melanie of what happened here.

A drunk self and a whore woman argued, and a whore woman proceeded into this alley… eventually two men attacked her and said she had lost consciousness.

When I saw it, I tried to rush to help myself, but I couldn't do anything about it in a drunken situation, and I was unilaterally unconscious.

"Knock."

I rush to find my own weapon, but there's nothing around me.

Melanie stepped forward knowing that she had been robbed, even though she was still not completely drunk to regain her weapons with the whore she had been taken away from.