Atal and Caro are in the Guildmaster Room right now. In front of me, Brenda, who sat on the couch, had a letter from Gigaia, which was given to her by Atal.
"Is this the letter from Gigaia... it's definitely sealed with the crest he uses"
The waxed seal was Gigaia's family crest. Having confirmed that, Brenda is using a paper knife to open the seal.
"Oh, now we're done with our request, aren't we? … well, the request in the first place was to deliver the sealed ball to Gigaia"
Turning to Brenda, who has not responded in any way to the unsatisfactory Atal words, she is obsessed with checking the contents of the letter.
"Um, excuse me. You came and left me..."
Miran, who brought tea in front of the two of them in an apology on Brenda's behalf, seemed sorry.
"I don't mind that...... can we go now?
If you don't listen to me, it was Atal's real desire to get out of this room soon.
"No, I'm sorry, but you can wait until you finish reading the letter..."
Milan says with a painful look. I knew my mother was the cause, but it was because I still wanted you to listen to me.
When he sat back on the couch like he had no choice but to drink the tea that Milan had brought him and wait.
Then Brenda had read the letter back a few times, and it took a few dozen minutes to turn her consciousness on the Atals.
"Phew... that's Gigaia. That was quite an interesting discussion...... ahhh! Shh, sorry. I got obsessed with it, and, you know, it says in his letter that the request is complete. Thank you very much."
Brenda panicked and apologized when she finally realized her downfall.
"No, you don't have to be so frightened. I could do both your request and Gigaia's, so now we're sorry."
When I put the finished tea back on the table, Atal and Caro get up when I'm done with it.
"Oh, thank you!
Milan, like in a hurry, also stands up and bows his head to the two of them to thank them.
"Thank you"
Brenda also continued to rise, thanking her.
Atal raised his hand as he turned his back, and Caro turned around and lowered his head with a pepper before leaving the room. Balkias follows with Ivoria on his back behind it.
"It was so exciting because your mother would concentrate on the letter."
"Oh, I'm sorry. It said a lot in a letter from Gigaia, so I thought I'd stick with you."
As the sighing Milan turns toward Brenda like she's frightened, Brenda is dropping her shoulder feeling sorry for her.
The two had a giddy relationship since Milan decided to succeed the Alliance Master, but they seemed to break it down as they talked about the Atals. There was a calm air flowing between the two of them who had finally regained their friendship as mother and daughter.
"That sounds ok...... and my predictions seem off"
"Pfft, I thought I was okay!
Atal thought Brenda was the killer, but as far as she could tell earlier it wouldn't be. Caro smiling softly next to Atal is somewhere proud because he thought someone who wasn't Brenda was the killer from the start.
'I didn't feel bad about it either. Perhaps there will be no hindrance for him.
"That's right, I didn't feel bad about that aunt."
Until Balkias and Ivoria told me that Atar also had to surrender, raising his hands lightly.
"Yes, yes, I didn't have eyes. … it's time for the bottom"
One line went down the stairs and out to the guild hall on the ground floor. It was untransmissible to the surroundings, but the Ataru are distracted.
Atal tried not to move his gaze aloud, exploring his gaze and signs.
"I don't think so..."
In a natural motion Atar leaves the counter with his head gently bowed to the official inside the counter.
Sounds like it.
Caro also smiles and leaves the counter for a meeting, watching the Balkias get through safely, then follows Atar.
The gaze I had felt since I returned to the city was never felt within the Adventurer's Guild.
But the other ones have made contact with the Athals.
"Whoa, you're the adventurers who made the request to investigate the valley, right?
The man I've talked to was a disappointing, muscular man with a mustache and no hair on his head, about a head and a half bigger than an atar. I get the slightly crude impression, but more so with the atmosphere of a warring warrior.
"Oh, yeah. Who the hell are you?
"I'm called Gandal, the A-rank adventurer. I wanted to talk to you guys for a second and I spoke up. You're born with a bad mouth, forgive me."
Gandal, who is scratching my head without hair, has been cautioned about tone, etc., so apologize beforehand.
"I don't mind... here?
There were officials and other adventurers within the guild, and it was noticeable that the A-ranked Gandal would collide with the Ataru, the adventurers in question.
"Oh, no, you seem to have too many people here. If it's my destination store, it's quiet, so let's go there. Of course it's my treat."
Atar nods at Gandal's suggestion when he notices that gaze. The Caros intended to follow Atal's opinion and never pinched their opinion in particular.
From the hallucinating officials that Ataru and Gandal were going to be fighting here, it was to be a joy that it ended peacefully. But he seemed disappointed that nothing had happened from the adventurers he watched with interest.
"I'm sorry you talked to me suddenly. I was just wondering... this way."
Gandal, who left the guild, leads the way, but Ataru and the others were attentive to the signs around them.
"... what's up? You got something for me?
Gandal came out with a surprised look when he realized the Atals cared about him around.
"... do you understand? I don't think I'm moving my gaze much."
"Um, I don't know what to say...... it's not normal. I didn't know what I was doing, but I felt like I wasn't in some normal state. That's why I asked."
Gandal speaks for what he thought was the most qualified expression. Just say A-rank, maybe that kind of puzzle worked.
"Are you sure you're A-ranked? I guess it's not really called S-Rank, is it?
"Gah! There's no way I'm S-ranked, that's all some kind of monster can be. You might be promising."
After a moment of kyotong, Gandal laughed off Atal's words. The birds, who had stopped at the roof of the building around them for suddenly laughing out loud, fly like they panicked. Caro, who was next to Atal, who flaunted his face when he shut up, seemed happy that Atal had been praised.
Interacting like that, Gandal stopped fumbling.
"Here."
It was a normal dining room that got there.