"... I'd like to go to my hometown for once. I've never seen a landscape in my hometown."
Her home town was about the kingdom of the Beast Man. There is enthusiasm in the slow spinning words that I've always dreamed of.
"I hear it was this country that was born. I didn't even know my parents' faces because I was alone... so I'd like to go to the country just one day."
Caro pointing at the bulletin board, his eyes seemed to look farther away.
"All right, I'll take you someday."
The answer to Atal snorted sarcastically was so effortless that it also sounded like a cheap contract. Because it was like a quick enough answer to go shopping in the neighborhood.
"Caro, it's a promise. I'll get him right."
But again, and now on his knees, Atal said to look Caro in the face and tease him one word at a time.
"Yes!"
Caro replied with a smile when she found out those eyes staring at herself were serious. Until now, the sad atmosphere is gone.
"Well, it'll be hard soon. Not until you've earned some money."
Wherever we were going, we thought it was important to secure what preceded us. I knew that too Caro, so I smiled and nodded without saying anything about what Atal said.
Talking about that, Boola came from behind.
"Uh, may I have a word?
"What?
Both Atar and Caro, who were next door, look strange because of the way Boola, who has spoken up, looked terrified and so on. By then the atmosphere was so calm and full of tenderness that no one was comfortable getting in.
But Bulla also talks out with her glasses pressed up, breaking it off when she's talking about work.
"It's really hard to say, but it took a little longer to confirm..."
"Oh, then I don't mind. If you can make a proper assessment, you can come back tomorrow."
That's what he said. Boula controls the claws with her hands, trying to move outside, and stops the movement.
"Yes, no, you're not. Um, excuse me... please follow me."
After pondering what an explanation, Boula decides to guide the two of them.
I face to face wondering what happened to Atal and Caro to the poorly cut teeth I can't imagine from the boola I've talked about before, but I rush to follow back because the boola is walking away.
Boula walks in silently into the counter, and even up the stairs leading to the second floor in the back. Then go up the stairs that lead further up and stop in front of a certain room on the third floor.
"Ugh... it's Boola. Excuse me, I've brought you both."
"Please come in."
They were two people who had not received any explanation until they came here, but leaned their necks at the voice of a woman heard from inside the room and entered the room with a bewildered look prompted by Boola.
"Thank you for waiting, Alliance Master"
"Thanks, Boola, you can back off"
The beautiful woman in the back of the room speaks the same salutation as Boula, but obviously the position was the way she spoke with the atmosphere above.
Deeply thanked for her words, Boula left the room quietly as it was.
The woman's skin, called the Alliance Master, is brown, her hair is silver, and she is wearing empty clothing with a chest that further accentuates her large breasts. She was wearing glasses. She seemed to embody a woman who could.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Franchiglia and I am the master of our Adventurer Alliance. After that, get to know me. Why don't you call your couch?"
Motivated by her, Atal and Caro nod silently, lowering their hips to the couch. At the same time, Francilia was sitting on the couch across the street.
"I'm sorry I called you all of a sudden. I just wanted to ask you two a few questions..."
That's what she put on the table was Death Wolf's demon stone, which they crusaded.
"Oh, that? You were mistakenly putting that out too... failed"
Atal didn't realize that he also placed the Death Wolf Demon Stone with him when he took out Wolf's Demon Stone. I didn't mean to let it out. It's how I can't hide my upset that it's in front of me.
"Heh heh, you have some dodgy places. So, this demon stone...... where did you get it?
Franfilia's eyes, smiling gracefully, seemed sparkling for a moment, and Caro, frightened, accidentally grabbed the hem of Atal's clothes.
"Uh, where was it? I guess I found Death Wolf who happened to be crusaded in the woods and dismantled it and got it."
Atal answers that while he knows he's saying something empty, he doesn't want to talk about the village chief.
"I see, you want to hide your power, rather than avoid friction with the others. I assume you have some special powers. Is it your weapon that is being set up?"
Atal is surprised to see his eyes round Franphilia, who says one after the other. That was the same with Caro.
"Was it Mr. Francilia? You're amazing... should I change my tone too?
Whatever you say, I'll see through your sincerity. That's what Atar says, expecting that you won't be the right age for the piercing that emanates from its eyes and its beautiful self.
"Pfft, I don't mind. But you seem to understand a lot, too. Seems like you're just going to defeat Death Wolf."
I had the sharpness to dwell in my eyes, and it seemed that Francilia, smiling calmly, had already decided it was Atal who had defeated Death Wolf.
"Oh, I can't help it. It looks like you can hide it all... I'll tell you everything, but there are three conditions."
"Let's drink on those terms."
Once again, the Ataru will be surprised that they have not yet said the content but have been answered so lightly. She just smiled as if she knew everything, even though she said it was possible that we could be stuck against ourselves.
"You're invincible. Well, then, let's put it on terms. One, you don't have to punish the people in the village or anything, and the second, I want you to keep what I tell you to yourself. And finally, the third one, the Demon Stone... this is for you personally."
Francilia smiles until dazzled by the terms of the atar and nods slowly.
"Understood."
Confirming that reply, Atal, who took a breath, starts talking from the beginning.
"At the request of the village first, we were talking about Wolf's crusade. But it turns out that Boss Wolf is on the ground. I thought it might be a big wolf because it's like a boss, but judging by the characteristics, it's Death Wolf. We both managed to take it down."
How? Serious facial expression Francilia urges him to continue as he complains so with his gaze.
"This is my weapon. You just have to think of me as a Magic Weapon capable of ranged attacks. Let me skip the detailed description of my abilities, because there won't be any adventurers to expose everything in their hands."
Franphilia nodded with a smile when she didn't mind Atal's words.
"The crusade method starts with defeating the miscellaneous fish before Caro challenges Death Wolf to melee. I carried out a long-range attack with this guy to stop his opponent from moving. It feels like I'm launching an attack and destroying where Carol was wounded."
I didn't know what the weapon he was holding was like. It was Francilia, but still, listening to him, the approximate situation seemed to be floating.
"Hmm, that's an amazing thing...... it was helpful to hear a lot about it. Your strengths seem considerable. I expect you to continue working for your guild."
I wanted to hear something, because I wanted to know who Atal and Caro were in front of the building. Francilia was content to hear all about it.
"Yes, it would be inconvenient for Mr. Caro not to be able to register as an adventurer. I have some merit in this one, and I will be able to register with Alliance Master authority, so please talk to Boola downstairs. Don't worry, these things happen all the time, so don't worry."
It seemed to kick her out that the conversation was over, but her intercession was something like a wish or something for Atal and Caro. Because there was such an atmosphere in Francilia that I would want to talk more about if I were here any longer.
"Thank you"
"Thank you. I'll take care of the purchase."
Caro thanked him deeply and Atal lowered his head gently to say so, leaving the room with them.
"That adventurer named Atal. You sound pretty funny, huh?"
Francilia smiled joyfully as she watched the door where the two closers left, squealing so.