Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 178 Morning Border City of Omui Adventurer Guild

Marquis carriage stops at Adventurer Guild and tension runs, its unfamiliar crest resembles Suzuran... is that a horse sickness tree (acebi)?

Aristocratic clothing that is also well tailored but close to plain and practical plain clothes, with young youth still descending from the small carriage with a slight accompaniment due to its incompatible qualities. He hastily enters the Adventurer's Alliance without a sword on his hips and without touching his companion.

"Thank you for the Demon Stone all the time! Count in Volantian territory...... otherwise Marquis Von-Lanteo? Or something like that, let me. Thank you for always taking care of me and for being late!

Young people suddenly bowing their heads deeply in the guild and astonishing adventurers. If the Marquis suddenly shows up in a border land where nobility other than Master Omui has no good thoughts, he will also get fit, but everyone remains solidified without dreaming that he can bow his head deeply.

"Marquis, can you tell us why you came out to the Adventurer Alliance?

"Oh, you're the guild chief, I came to thank you for the translation. He is a nobleman of the kingdom who should have assisted Omui, but he has accommodated a great deal of demonic stones, and he is grateful to all his people. So at least he wants to bow his head and thank you as a representative, even a fake decorator"

The meaning of the word is ruptured, turning around the table but bowing his head to the adventurers in a state of sudden self-loss. That attitude and words are far from aristocratic, wearing aristocratic clothes but low back everywhere...... oh is this more the orphan son's benefactor "Sir Volantia"?

"This is Hakies, the guild leader, please raise your head. Demon Stone is a wish from the children of the orphanage, and the orphans are the treasure of this city. And thanks to the Volantian realm, everyone appreciates what's on the border."

Pekopeko and bowing his head is full of sincere gratitude, and even an apology to the rough adventurer cannot be made around as a nobleman, but only because the figure is honorable as a person...... no one can react.

"I'm sorry that I can only help you while I'm entrusted with the territory that should help the border... and the little ones grow up fine and can't even lift their heads at the border. I am grateful to the inhabitants, thank you so much!

Deeply bow your head to a single adventurer and employee. That's straight everywhere, and I mean it. People (who became one) were rumored to be competent, straight-facing and diligent while still there, but even if they were made marquis... that's why both their men and their inhabitants would devote themselves to powdering themselves on voluntarist territory.

The nobility of a zero-defunct kingdom has lost credibility and everything, an emerging man with a flash of colour as only nobles who would even lose their status and still be "swords for the people" regain credibility. The new aristocratic Marquis Von-Lanteo family from the orphanage, whose people admire the worst profession (Black) Sir. It does not do it with words, but with their hearts and minds.

And the kingdom aristocrats are scared because it is you who entrusted it to them, the emerging aristocrats that everyone will never be able to defy. Yet serious, the sleepless working aristocrat of the Black Neighborhood (Black), whom the inhabitants honor when he performs his duties well enough to work forever even as the territory develops.

"No, I fear the Adventurers will bow their heads to the Marquis too... (hey, you guys) (be afraid!) because I will"

A sincere gratitude for not being prestigious, despicable, or mesmerizing. If orphans and residents are happy, they are pushed by momentum that says they don't need honor, foil, or anything, and the adventurers who hold hands, bow their heads, and confuse themselves remain dazzled. The Marquis stands at the table of the adventurers who remain seated and turns to greet them… but no one pays for them.

Those rough people who hate nobility and don't hardly admit anything but Master Omui, they have lost many of their people by forcing them to fight without drugs or weapons, so their disgust is harder than anyone else's. That puzzles the aristocracy the boy admitted, is barely pressured by its hiccups, and eventually turns into a troubled smile.

Adventurers who, trying to be respected by the people, were treated no differently from bandits by the nobles. That's the unusual sight of a nobleman responding with a knee-jerk, a hand taken, a tearful, thankful, blurred, tight smile.

Everyone here knows the orphans. So if you know the dignity of the life you saved by letting that person fall on the criminal, everyone will admit it.

Looks like those orphans are here to help, and they find the Marquis and run over - it's an inspiring sight to reunite.

"" "Come on, you got nobles on your neck?" "" If I were here, I'd have a lot of work to do! "" "Yeah, better than nobles. It's white anyway." "Oh, shit! I think I'm gonna cry, but I'm not on my neck! Nobody told me anything in the first place, because I'm a nobleman on my own!?"

He said that he had come all the way here to say thank you in what is now said to be the busiest part of the kingdom. I understood that it was also rumored that it would be the next prime minister of the kingdom who would bow his head deeply, and everyone would be convinced by the character - that it was the one recognized by disaster.

Those who risked sin and danger for the young orphans and tried to take responsibility for it alone... were told that sin, punishment, and a disaster that deviated from and transcended the law and common sense were sins.

Yes, he said he never allowed it to be a sin.

And you also say you never gave up that was a drop?

But naturally. And if it was evil, he would have saved it, and he would have never admitted to calling it sin.

And then she ran out of saying that the drop belonged to the one who picked it up.

Well, there is no way that a man who destroys a labyrinth that is devastating without even placing his teeth on the law or other teeth would care about a method that does not make a man happy.

Because an adventurer without strangers on the border, a guild silent unlicensed labyrinth treading habitual, a living legend who speaks nothing with an unlawful hero who can't be publicly recognized by the King of the Kingdom - who the boy admits also rightly bows his head without luxury, even if the boy and the king admit he is a sinner (Black) Marquis of the blame.

Already entrusted with the internal affairs of the kingdom, the city smiles at the great nobility who, if the world were the world, could live a luxurious life while still flourishing.

The land that connects the border with the king's capital is fair, just and secure, and how much good is the border given to it alone?

What comes in richer makes things cheaper and everything sells higher and safer. How grateful are those on the border for their safety and fairness in ruling the road and for their lords? That you pray and support its development?

And the lowly marquis, with no nobility at all, meets the light-hearted peripheral uncle who walks the city without any sense of nobility or provision... and solidifies with upright immobility?

"Ha, ha, Count! Heh, Uncle Borderline, thank you for being late and very disrespectful! Wah, wah, wah, I started out as a volunteer, aristocratic sinner, and the little ones always take great care of me! Oh, I also received a lot of assistance from the voluntarist realm, and, uh, I came to thank you!?"

"No, I know. Because it doesn't have to be so hard. And then there's two more logistics cities, so I know it's tough, but it's always tough, so give it up. I'm making arrangements so I can send a civilian and a knight right away... hey, for a while," Hi-ha-ha! ♪ Or scream, but never mind ♪

A strange kind of aristocracy among similiars. A frontier uncle who remains great, even if he is dubbed king of one or the frontier, and an up-and-coming marquis entrusted with the management of the economic and logistical strongholds and longitudinal roads of the reborn kingdom. Heavy towns in the kingdom, which normally have nothing in line but kings, unwittingly flutter.

"Hey, if there's more old men in the way of traffic to three, can't we burn them raped because if there were three of them, they'd be free to talk in public about conspiracy? Yeah, it's gonna grow when you leave it alone, isn't it?

And the orphans... the mountains. I don't see it, but it must be far away.

"" "Ah, he's a noble (poor) brother!" "Aristocrats, have you been necked?" "The border is full of work." "" Has Master Omui been necked too? "" "" I'm going to make a bump now. You want to work? "" Hey, I'm admiring the addition of new blamers (volunteers) and I'm running out of blamers (volunteers), so I'd rather work a cute nuco in my old man's hands than... So, is Father Meri good with his neck? Yeah, he's playing again? "" No, I'm on inspection! This is a meeting with the Adventurer Guild!! Please don't say anything weird to Murimur, I'm seriously scared! "" Whoa, you guys, or you're not necked! Why does everyone who meets you decide to be neck!! Hiccup... you guys are grown up too... "

The unfamiliar crest of a qualitative cloak, a tearful look at children who have grown well, is the horse drunken tree (acebi). The flower words are "innocent heart" and "devotion".

He risked his life for the poor to become a sinner, a blame and an end to saving the young children who died. And to those who admit it is a sin and do not tolerate it, the crest of the horseradish tree (acebi), which is said to be a family crest, bestowed upon the noblest of all, who were judged and honored as "a good volunteer who delivered the drop to the right place".

The other flower word... is "sacrifice."