Because of all this fighting, Atar also had a sense of fatigue due to the battle, but he will lend a hand in rescuing the fallen adventurers because there were no injuries in particular.
"Look, the enemy's cleared, so we're going back to the city."
Oh, I'm sorry.
One of the heavily injured adventurers borrows his hand without resistance as he watched Atal fight. Despite all that big-time tailoring, the adventurer didn't even know he was plainly movable, whether he was the lowest ranked F.
Those who had taken refuge in the city and other adventurers who could move had taken the initiative to lend a hand to the wounded.
"If it weren't for Mr. Atal, it would have been a pretty tough fight"
Slowly waking up her fatigued body with a massive consumption of magic, Franphilia smiles like the Virgin Mary, watching the Atal lend a hand to the falling adventurer. Franfilia, who favoured him and Caro, thought his eyes were not wrong. He also wanted them to stay in the city, given their future growth.
"... Guildmaster, who the hell is he?
What I've been asking you was a suspicious facial expression busta. He has seen many adventurers as an A-rank adventurer, but apparently Atar was heterogeneous compared to the adventurers he has seen so far.
"He is… an adventurer. That's all I can say."
That was the only answer that Francilia replied, smiling powerlessly with a slight lowering of her eyebrows, but because she also knew little about Atal.
"Really?"
Her reply, however, was of few words, which inspired various imaginations of Busta. Isn't he the hidden ball of the Alliance Master and someone with something to say?
And doesn't he have a special power he can't tell people? Busta couldn't stop imagining that the more he thought about it, the deeper the mystery of the atar deepened.
The person of the day, after guiding several adventurers to the city entrance, begins to look for Caro, his partner.
"Caro, Caro, Caro all the time..."
As he shrugs and flirts with the name he spills while he doesn't realize it, Atal looks back at something when he hears a noise rushing towards him at a tremendous speed.
"Atal. Sort of. Ahhhh!
I used my little body to jump around my hips full of eyes. That was Caro I was looking for. He was tearing up as if he were a lost child, crying out loud and shouting the name of his atar.
"Oops. Caro, are you all right? Sorry to leave you alone...... I was concentrating on the fight"
When I hold her gently in jeopardy, I say an apology as I wipe her tears.
"That's okay, that's okay, Dear Atal!! I'm glad you're okay, yeah, yeah."
Ataru went toward the giant enemy without being frightened. I just couldn't help but sit back and watch myself.
Caro had a good understanding of the strength of Atal, but still, anxiety prevailed in front of such a powerful enemy.
"You're worried. I'm fine, I'm sorry."
Coming through so painfully with such Caro's feelings, Atal apologized again as he gently stroked Caro's head, and decided to wait until Caro stopped crying as he did for a while.
After a while, Caro gradually stops crying and leaves Atal all the time.
"Huh!? Oh, I'm sorry... I cried..."
After suddenly looking at the appalling claws with his eyes closed properly to the detachment, Caro, who understood the situation, was blushing once and for all. While waiting for Atar, I couldn't help but worry about his safety, and I couldn't help but be ashamed that my emotions exploded into the relief overflowing when I found him.
"No, I'm glad you're so worried. Thanks."
Ataru, whose heart has warmed to a small being who worries me so much, also smiles and speaks honestly.
It was Franphilia, the guild master, who was worried about how he spoke to them brewing such a world of two.
"... Oh, um, may I?
I managed to speak out, worried that this one would just be inside even as I waited.
"Hmm? Oh, it's Francilia. What?"
Re-facing Ataru has his expression switched as if nothing had happened before.
"Eh, everyone else is back in the city, so let's both head to the guild. Because there are rewards to match the results of the crusade."
If the two people who would have been most active in this battle were to be late, the confirmation would be delayed and the reward would be so slow.
But Franfilia urged him to go somewhat to the guild after laying low for the reason.
"Oh... I'm sorry"
Atar, who now realised the current situation, looked around and was heartily surprised that we were the only ones left. I thought the withdrawal work would take a little longer, but more time had passed than that.
"Caro, can you move?
"Yes!"
Caro smiled and instantly answered the carefree Atal question, and the three headed to the Adventurer's Guild in the city.
Once inside the guild, the other adventurers had already finished checking out their adventurer cards and the only ones left were Atal and Caro.
"Mr. Atal, Mr. Caro, I've been waiting for you. Good day, come this way."
It was Boola who spoke to the two of them. Only his reception was up and running, apparently because he was waiting for the two of us.
"So this is our card. Regards."
I was offered it. I received it. Boola sets the two cards on the magic prop in turn.
"Let's start with Caro... this is"
But Boola was surprised by the ever-increasing numbers and the resulting number of displays.
"Let me see it"
I peered into the numbers from next to Boula, where Francilia was surprised by how obviously strange it looked.
"O, forty-three..."
It was second only to the top group of adventurers who had checked the numbers so far. All over the floor listening to the girl who had just signed up a few hours before she squeaked the numbers.
"Oh, you know, is that a lot?
I don't know which way you're surprised. Caro asks unexpectedly and anxiously.
"Also, of course! This will be in the top ten!
Caro was surprised to open her eyes to Boola's edifying reply while fixing her glasses.
"Oh, Caro, isn't that amazing?"
Of course, this result was due to Caro's own abilities, but it was a number because it also included the number of stubborn demons attacked by Atal.
"Thank you!
Still, being praised by his husband was a compliment to Caro, and he hung around with his cheeks blushing with excitement.
"Kee, let's get back on our minds and check Mr. Atal's card...... eh?
When I see that number, Boola hardens with her mouth open. And framphilia confirms that number from the side, just like earlier, but she also gets stuck on unexpected numbers.
"Ko, this is..."
"What's up? What happened to my numbers?
Atal, who wanted to know the results, tries to get himself out and see the magic props. I noticed that. Boola quietly puts the magic prop forward a little bit in such a way that it is speechless and takes it to a position that is easy to see on the claws.
"... by the way, how much of your current first place is what?
Staring at it, Atal checks his numbers and then gives him a face and asks Boula a question.
"The first place so far seems like me. Hundreds and twenties."
But the answer was Busta, who fought the Giganto Demon together.
"First place in a hundred and twenty..."
"How old were you?
Busta, wondering about the attitude of the claw as he said, answered himself, so he asked him naturally, not particularly consciously, that it was an answer.
"No, that, three hundred and two."
Atal, who was listening to Busta's numbers, said that he could hardly tell where they were.
"... Huh?
I spilled unexpectedly without understanding what I was talking about. That was the word of Busta, who represented the mind of everyone on the spot.