Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"... hey, shall I test my behavior so far"

"Is that it? Isn't that weird? Something about how to raise a new American adventurer is supposed to be my questioning session?

"Whose fault is it, whose"

Thiel, the main god of the other world, The World of Dragon Iron (Al Thierra), may have invited Larsia to coach the young adventurer.

Yut, who went to that possibility, was desperately trying to reflect on what he had been talking about.

"... no, Sempai"

Before that, his real name denies it as he searches the jaw line with his index finger.

"So far, I wonder if we haven't had that many problems. So far."

"Rather, for Larsia, be quiet. You're a child."

"I'm a man of history!

"That's right..."

It was a good decision to help Kurt and Cecil on the encounter.

Shooting down the dragon afterwards, well, shouldn't be that much of a problem. If you're an adventurer, you're just a page of everyday life. Even if it's different now, sooner or later, it will.

Later, when it came to collecting demon grass, it also led to proper success while weighing in on autonomy. You can call it a passing grade.

"... that? Larsia, aren't you decent? Why? What's this all about?

"Probably, but a lot of things in" The World of Dragon Iron "(Al Tierra) were rare and didn't need to be playful?

"When that happens, the problem is after this..."

Yut and his real name. The Earth-born sorcerers (wizards) turn their gaze towards the meadow race (Magner).

But not a frightening organism to that extent. Ignoring it lightly, Larsia laughed proudly.

"But... If you're a mentor, I'm more confident than Val or Egg. Of course, more than Yut!

"Why, you're talking about one of us. Nothing, you don't mind anything else."

"Oh, that's right."

Yes. What was the reason I chose Larsia on purpose?

Did it have to be Larsia?

Or did you choose it simply because you seemed free......

Outreach, I think it seems possible.

"Think about it, you don't understand."

"That's right, if you don't understand, you just have to think about it. Besides, it's over."

Yes, it was a year ago. I can't start over, and I can't overshadow the results.

So I had to ask terribly.

"... by the way, what happened at the end?

"I think he's alive... probably"

"Maybe, what does that mean? I mean, why are you suddenly talking about living and dying? What I want to hear is that you've grown up nicely or something."

"Er, you can't say Othi first."

As a yut, that's not the stage anymore.

No, but to the meadow race (Magner). In particular, he was also well aware that Larsia couldn't get through without being strong.

from numerous hands-on experiences.

"I get it. So, is that Blau? What happened to you when you got to the village?"

"There is no inn. Instead, I stayed in a place like a public house..."

"So?"

"The next day, I had a career plan interview there."

Career Plan Interview

With all his guilt, Yut listened to Larsia.

"Well, let me tell you what Cecil's career plan is."

The public hall is a gathering place for the villagers and, in the event of an incident, a place of refuge. Stone built, solid. But a building on the brink of utility.

And during normal times, it can also be an accommodation that welcomes guests from outside. On the northern border, it was an establishment in every village.

Larsia and Cecil are in one of those rooms. Nothing decorative, minimal conditioning. It's a cold, crude room to see, but it doesn't mean Larsia's being cold treated.

Rather, once and for all, the grade is high around trees being stretched on floors and walls. In fact, it was the finest room I was guided to see if the jewels I put out when I borrowed them - because I didn't think silver or copper coins would work.

Of that crude room, still a crude table, Larsia was opposite Cecil. I can't help but be overlooked even as I sit, because it's a race difference.

"Yeah? Gia...... plan......?

Tilting his little neck, his ponytailed red hair swayed.

Cute.

I don't even know Kurt has a secret love affair.

But for Larsia, it's like a pet animal doing an adorable trick. Depending on the preference of the meadow species (Magner), they are too big and their hands and feet are too long.

There, with Elizabeth, it didn't change. I don't really think Elizabeth is the only one who seems special, so I'll never say it.

"Oh, that's so sweet. It's delicious when you simmer it!

"Because it's not. Instead, I guess there's a problem with ingredients that don't simmer and taste good!

Larsia had a bitter, bitter look on her face as she was heartily pleased with the tremendous response. Because these are more like masters.

"Simply put, I want to hear your future goals. I'll use that as a reference to make a guideline."

"I wish you'd say that already, then. Ouch, ooh."

Cecil laughed furiously at Larsia's bitten explanation because she had no choice.

Seamlessly transferred responsibility.

(This is the natural power.)

And Larsia waited for it to continue as Yut felt like she was about to drop her shoulder when she heard it.

"I want to buy a magic weapon and be stronger!

"It's too close, it"

"Huh?"

"But then I'll make sure. After all, a sword is better than a bow?

"Yeah. Most functions (power) can be used with swords or bows, but I prefer to attack them directly. And if I stand in front of you, Kurt won't get hurt."

"I see. Don't worry, I can use my bow and sword."

By the way... and Larsia returns to the conversation.

"In short, that's who you want to be in five, ten years."

Off the side road, but finally got to the point.

"Uh-huh...?

But was the period of 5 or 10 years out of your imagination?

Cecil arms up and thinks.

Don't rush the answer - in fact, it's a rest day, so there's nothing to do - Larsia looks up to Cecil.

After a while, Cecil began to rock wide, left and right, like a pendulum, still dressed with her arms together. The red hair on the ponytail waves like a twirl.

He just seemed to play no matter what, but he was serious about being Cecil.

I know that, so Larsia won't say anything.

No idiot complains about fish because they can't catch it.

The patience responds, and in about five minutes Cecil's swing stops perfectly.

"I don't know... I think I'm doing adventurers with Kurt"

"With Kurt? The two of us?

Hit!

Larsia continues her words as she does the clever thing of having a sinister look, screaming delightfully in her heart.

"'Cause there's no such thing as a neighborhood village, right? Your master doesn't have to be an innkeeper (Faithspinner) to be strong, but that's not normal."

"All this time, are you going to be in this village?

"Master, that depends on Kurt. If Kurt says it's better that way, you should go to the capital."

"You trust Kurt."

"I have nothing but Kurt"

"Huh, the capital. I don't know where it is, but that sounds like a lot of adventurers. Maybe Kurt's going to make more friends there."

"... Huh?

With a smile.

Cecil's expression, constantly smiling, solidified.

"It is...... I don't know."

Cecil turns away a lot, almost crying just a little bit.

Maybe he doesn't even know why.

However, I guess he is unconscious, but it was Cecil who relied on him separately from the difference in strength.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll think in that direction... because in the end, I don't know what Kurt thinks."

"... Huh?

I don't know what they said.

With that look, Cecil looks down at Larsia.

It doesn't exist anywhere, like the usual pleasure. With eyes as transparent as glass balls and without any emotions present.

I was just staring at Larsia.

"I understand Cecil's hopes, but Kurt might think we should have more company, and maybe to another party -"

"... Yada"

That was a chilly, low voice.

But that was only the bottom of the first step before the decimation.

"Yadamon."

Cecil's big eyes moisten, reaching their limits and pounding and tears.

(I activated the trap! You're a bandit!

Although Larsia escapes reality, Cecil's tears never stop. I guess she didn't mean to cry herself. He had a surprise look on his face and rubbed his eyes all the time overflowing.

We have to do something.

Driven by that sense of duty, Larsia spins her words before she thinks.

"Oh, yeah. Then I'll ask Kurt about the area after this. I'll convince you when I say something weird. Well, then, will you go get Kurt?

Speaking up quickly, Cecil nodded silently.

Keep going, leave the public hall.

"Ah...... I forgot to see what functions (power) I could use."

Well, should I check with Kurt after this?

Failed, Larsia looks up to heaven.

It was a really cold, cold ceiling.

"Doctor, something was wrong with Cecil... Something happened?

"Fast, Kurt"

Ask Apprentice II, who came less than ten minutes later, sitting back in a crude wooden chair.

"Are you ready to carry Cecil's whole life?

"… Yes"

You must have realized that this is a scene where you should not run away.

Confused, I said it out in a clear tone.

"Of course, if Ceci wants to."

It was only a little sunny right after that, but it still passed.

"Good then!

With a full smile, Larsia invited Kurt to her chair.

"Cecil... she's the star. That's pretty good too."

It is still immature, but its potential must also be acknowledged by Larsia.

Not just a future hero. I even have the qualities to be the protagonist of the hero Tan (saga).

But a strong glow illuminates the surroundings, but an overly strong glow burns the surroundings and yourself out. Many protagonists welcomed it, like a tragic ending.

Valtrude is the former, but Cecil is the latter type.

I just have the strength, I can't read the air. The same is true of Valtrude, who can't read the air, because he serves God, or there is an introspective part.

Cecil, on the other hand, doesn't have it. Innocent everywhere, don't look back. No, you don't even think of it.

Though I confirmed it, I thought it was unlikely that adding more people would work. Even if I worked with other than Kurt, as long as they weren't extra saintly princes, I would have just played dissonance.

Of course, if he wished, he would have intended to guide him in that direction......

"Me, too, I think. So I..."

"In the meantime, it's because Kurt stops despising himself. Build walls? That's good. It's great. You can be the master of the battlefield, the one who controls the battle."

That's no consolation, no light flattery.

In terms of potential, Larsia really thinks Kurt hasn't lost either.

"of the battlefield... ruler..."

I guess I conveyed that feeling. Kurt corrects his spine on a crude wooden chair.

"But to do that, you have to work pretty hard. Build up your monster knowledge, set up a proper operation, stand around on an ad hoc basis, and support Cecil accurately. Can you?"

"I'll do it"

"Good!"

To Kurt, who answered instantly, Larsia exclaims delight.

Now you don't have to shy away from anything anymore.

"By the way, Kurt"

"What is it, Doctor?

"When Kurt said he might be going to another party in the future, Cecil cried."

So cute and tongue-in-cheek Larsia.

That was innocent and unyielding...... if Yut had been there, he would have watered it down and smiled.

"Yep! How dare you!?"

"But you were just thinking, weren't you?

"I don't..."

"Like that?

"… Yes"

Kurt continued to feel inferior that he would be in Cecil's way. More importantly, I even have a sense that I'm parasitic.

But Larsia cut it off into a fast knife mess.

"Shall I throw that idea in the trash, too? Cecil, Kurt. Other than you, I can't control it. That's how I grew up already. I know it's not impossible to correct it... but it's hard, isn't it?

Maybe, that'll be Yut's area. Never, I wouldn't want to.

"That's just an exaggeration..."

"What are you talking about? You don't usually cry because you walk away from yourself, do you? Plus, unconsciously. If you recognize me like that, you're gonna get stabbed? What are you gonna do?

"Yeah......?

On that point, it still seems half-hearted.

Well, it won't be something I suddenly believe, and I think I'd enjoy it if I left it obscured.

Having so decided, Larsia modifies the story in a serious direction.

"So, Kurt's Wall System Spell...... will that be a function (power) instead?

"You will be."

"What function (power) do you have?"

"So far, Sand Wall - Wall of Sand and Wall of Flame. And it's an elementary function (power), about the Creative Fence."

I see, Larsia nodded.

That meant that I could see Kurt feeling inferior, and I could understand that he wanted to use Wall of Flame all the time.

I just can fix that right away, too.

"How long does that last?

"It depends on the time you concentrate. If you think you're going to get out soon, you're really going to disappear soon. If we concentrate somewhat, do we keep it while we fight? If you can concentrate for a few minutes, not in battle, you won't disappear."

"I see..."

It seems more user-friendly than I thought.

Kurt himself seems to think it's “off the hook," but that's not true.

No matter how much, effective use comes to mind.

Larsia didn't think, she just fucking laughed.

(Oops, you shouldn't. This will make you yut)

Shake your head, shake off your evil thoughts, and get to the final confirmation.

"By the way, my friends the Great Mage (Arch Mage) and the Psychic (Scion) can apply the spell of the wall to bridge it, box it, and lock it up."

- Can't Kurt do that, too?

And I couldn't say until the end.

Light disappears from Kurt's eyes. It's like an earlier refrain.

(WHAT!? Couple of these similar things!?)

The warring Larsia.

"Doctor."

The voice is low and cold. The expression was serious and he looked a little angry.

There's that warm, soon-to-be-inspired Kurt.

"It's not a wall."

"Yeah. That's right...... Sorry......"

There was also a bandit (Rogue) there who activated the trap.