Lino is distracted by the appearance of an unimaginable dark figure.
Run had removed the pizza and was trembling in small pieces.
"Ugh, introduce yourself again. I'm Charlotte. I'm the guild master in this city. Wow."
"Li, it's Lino Bloomwind. Best wishes…"
Is this person fulfilling a man or a woman?
I don't have the courage to hear it out and respond with an ambiguous grin.
"Master, your name isn't Charlotte, is it? Goliath."
"Already, Ariez, stop that name! I'm Charlotte, and Goliath the Adventurer is gone."
"Yes, sir. It's unusual for a master to show his face on the table, by the way. I knew it was about Baltic?
Alice is familiar with him —— is she?
Without moving at all, throw the question.
"Yes, that's it. Ariez, don't talk too loud. It's classified."
"... sorry. We should have talked more confidentially."
"You can tell. Then I'll pull in the back. Wow. It's a sin to be beautiful."
The last time he threw a wink, the master vanished into the back as he twisted his hips.
"... ho, that was really awesome, Master"
"You're surprised. I was surprised when I first met him, too."
Lino laughed bitterly, but wanted to see how Alice was surprised.
Run, on the other hand, finally recovers from shock.
"By the way, Lino, haven't you forgotten? The first thing you do when you're an adventurer."
"You did, Ariez. We're gonna start your clan."
Meet Iron Masked Girl, Stand Around With Bear, The Joy Of Being A Memorial Adventurer, And Too Intense Alliance Master.
There was so much going on, it was completely out of my mind.
"My clan? No, the clan's representative is Lino."
"... Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!? No, no, wait a minute! What do you think, Ariez?"
"The representative is Lino, this is a finalisation. Because I will never give in."
"Why...?
Lino is totally baffled, but as Alice, this is all I can give way to.
Long ago, Lino pulled my hand with a bright smile when I hadn't woken up to my skills yet.
I liked Ariez when I could count on Lino back then - although I still love him, of course.
I've completely lost my confidence lately, and I didn't have the shadow to see it, but now that I've gained the ability to fight, my bright girlfriend back then is coming back a little bit.
"I want Lino to pull it off. So delegates have to be Lino. I don't like it."
"I, too, think Mr. Lino would be good! Because Lino, who fights the bear, was so cool..."
"Hugh, hot women are hard. This. '
"He said it wasn't like that anymore.... Cohon. If you two are going to say that, let's do it."
Pushed by their enthusiasm, Lino finally broke.
When I speak to the receptionist, it is misunderstood and surprising that Ariez starts the clan.
Almost all the adventurers in the guild went out of their way and drew attention to the one-jump lino.
"Come on, that lone wolf Ariez is a clan, for fuck's sake."
"That kid from the originator, what mon!?
"I've seen him before, he's the one who used to act with Ariez sometimes. You always carried a big backpack, but you were an adventurer..."
"... lino, it's been noted"
"I know, so don't tumble, no more"
Lino gets his attention and Ariez exposes his joy.
Of course, there is no discernment of facial expressions other than Lino, and at first glance it remains faceless.
"It's not Ariez. It's me who starts the clan."
"... Yes? But Mr. Lino is C-rank, right...?
"To?"
There are three conditions required to start a clan.
One is to be an adventurer above the B-rank, the other is not affiliated with any clan, and the last one is to have two or more participants, including the originator.
You just have to meet this condition.
"B-rank, that's it...? Ariez, didn't you know this?
"Honestly, I didn't know..."
A glimpse of a glimpse in the faceless.
Lino's clan launch was postponed once.
▽ ▽
This was two days ago now.
What happened the day Lino met Lan.
The Mangosh family is the family of the Counts, which lasts from generation to generation.
Baltic, rebelling against the family-style of nobility exemplary, hid his identity and went out with Gorotsuki.
Get out of the city and do adventurer confused demon crusades, steal, kill, and dye your hands for criminal activity.
In the meantime, Bart was appointed the brave man of the Evil Dragon Crusade.
The reason why a white feather arrow stood on him, that's not just because his arm would stand.
background, and also in the position of three men.
That is, a position that, if you fail and lose your life, will not be painful for the house.
For the Mangosh family, Baltic's Evil Dragon Crusade is a low risk high return.
It turned out to be the best.
By virtue of this feat, Sir Mangosh decides to give the Marquis.
Baltic, who took out the dragon, was promised the future, and he was in a great mood —— not translated.
"Damn, that kid knocked down the dragon!? That kid with the luggage says the useless guy is a true dragon killer!?
When the party was formed, he thought he was the best of the members.
But you'll be noticed as you travel.
The strength of the three, he said, outweighs himself.
"I don't like it, I don't like it! He's stronger than me until he is!?
So he had a thorough look down on the underground lino more clearly than he had himself and kept his mind at ease.
The kid who doesn't have the power to fight, the only thing he can do is choke in the back.
While cursing her for not being helpful, I was able to divert my attention from my inferiority.
"You're kidding me! If he's serious, I...!
Leave it to anger and slap the sword into the mirror.
Even if the mirror sounds cracked and scattered, the servant hasn't rushed because he's been yelled at over and over for the last two days.
"I'm the weakest person in the party with the brave title...? Ha ha, what the hell is that. You're such a wacko."
Two days after the party broke up, he had been stuck in his room and scattered on furniture and servants.
But instead of clearing up, the depression grows deeper and darker.
"Oh shit, I'm mushy...... It won't be long..."
Cover your face with a mask and carry a sword on your back.
No one caught sight of the man sneaking out the back door of the mansion so that no one could see him.
Baltic took a trip to Slam Street in the western part of King's Capital.
His purpose is to slaughter the vagabond.
A few years ago, I enjoyed a stray hunt with my fellow Gorotsky, but my father praised me on the occasion of adulthood, washing my feet exactly like that.
"Come on, which one shall we aim for..."
Those who lose the energy to live are bored because they do not resist Locke.
I didn't feel the depression would clear up if I didn't look down on the seemingly livable prey with plenty of despair before killing it.
That's when I went down the alley tongue-in-cheek at a dead eyed floater without finding a target like this.
"Hino, no, no, no! Shit, help me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
The scream that reached my ear.
The voice I heard many times during the Tsukuba period, when those who obsessed with life and feared death heartily unleashed it at Setouchi of Life.
"... hehe, something. Do you have a similar person?"
If you have a fellow slayer, let's have some fun together.
I took to the screamer in a light mood, and what Baltic saw in the deep alley.
"--Hih!?
Kucha Kucha Kucha, Bolivoli, Gokun.
The sight of a alien man with a dragon's head devouring, chewing and flattening a stray from his head.
"Phew, you're tired of vagabonds. It's time for luxury."
The monster after the meal becomes the figure of a little fat gentleman, wiping his bloody mouth with a handkerchief.
And.
"... hey?
"Ha, ah..."
Turn around slowly.
He stared with a gleeful look at the masked man wetting his less groin of fear, slipping his hips and buttocks.