Each takes a carriage to the North Forest.
Ataru and the others go on a larger carriage prepared by the Alliance.
The carriage was ridden by Bertram, the guild master, Atal, Caro and Balkias, and yet another adventurer.
"- Sounds like you guys are going to do quite a bit of... that's a little digging, isn't it?
That other adventurer on board asks the Atals with a grin.
He was the only S-rank adventurer to participate in this request, Fewder.
The look is refreshingly handsome, with a cut short blonde hair and a neat face. It has an atmosphere that women don't seem to leave alone when paired with gentle blue eyes.
Next to it lies a great sword large enough to cross the length of his body, which is long.
S-rank was like being called an honorary rank, but it is said that the strength of adventurers similar to S-rank is such that A-rank adventurers are no match for a bunch and have the power to just change the war situation alone.
"Oh, there was clearly a difference in strength when it comes to combat, so I haven't shown myself, Caro, or 10% of my power. Besides, we're a three-man party now, including Balkias."
Balkias, who had grown up on Caro's side, rocks his tail to react to Atal's words.
If it were just the two of us who were supposed to fight for the three of us, we would lose an extraordinary amount of fighting power. But even under the circumstances, they easily acquired the adventurers who had been eating by demonstrating an overwhelming difference in strength.
"I see. Well, those guys wouldn't be able to say anything either if they could show that much difference. I mean, because you don't know what happened... your long-range weapon, but it's nothing like attacking those guys and shooting out gold coins, right?
Laughing so thinly at Atal's pale reaction, Fewder's eyes showed that each bullet type was different then.
"Well, you get it. I used it on those guys for the purpose of stunning, and shooting out coins is a commonly used attack bomb. Well, if you're seeing that far, you know, but there's still a variety."
Atal said to himself that if there were two, three or four, it would not be exposed to the palm of his hand because it was easy to predict that there were.
"Ha, I knew it. That's a pain in the ass. It's possible to avoid it if you're facing each other, but there's nothing you can do if they do the last five in a row. Plus, it's going to be more powerful."
Fewder, thinking about the possibility of another bullet, had a fuzzy look on his face, spreading his hands like he said it was a treat, and saying he had no way of dealing with it.
"As far as Fewder goes... I saw it too, Atal. I knew your weapon was special and better than magic, but I didn't expect Fewder to say that much."
Bertram joins the Atal and Fewder exchanges with surprise as he was impressed.
"Well, it would be possible for me to defeat you before you let me use your weapon one-on-one... but if you assume a real fight, you might not win against me"
Bertram was greatly surprised by Fewder, who said so with a slight glance at his shoulder, and opened his eyes round.
Atal watches the conversation quietly out of sight.
"I'm one, these three. Besides, that weapon is a long-range weapon. They're supposed to move so they don't show up and don't know where they're going to attack from. If the avant-garde is headed by your daughter and your wolf palace, it's hard to stay alert for long distances."
After hearing Fewder's explanation analyzing with a serious look, Bertram nods so many times that it becomes.
Atal and Caro, on the other hand, were surprised by his words.
"... you get it very well. Fighting those guys, striking out the gold coins, I didn't know those two things would even spot our tactics. That's something like S-rank."
Atal, who returned his gaze to Fewder, was impressed with Fewder's eyesight.
"I wish I could show you all that. But I can predict an approximate way to fight, but you and your lady and the Wolf Hall - honestly, I don't see the bottom of your strength. If I really give it all I can figure it out, or will it just come over my full strength... well, we're gonna fight together this time, so as long as we can count on it"
At first he spoke with a slightly more serious look, but at the end Fewder laughed with a two-cup refreshing look.
If there were any other women on this occasion, it would have mellowed on his sweet mask, but the men, of course, didn't work for Caro either.
"The same goes for this one.... That spear, it has a strong magic power, doesn't it? Perhaps if I used it other than you, I wouldn't be able to use it with my weapon swinging around. And that eye that discerns the power and tactics of the opponent can be considered superior over the top as an adventurer. He's one of them. It's comforting over here."
Now Atal said with a smile. Caro is laughing at Nico as well as agreeing with Atal's words.
Atal and Fewder. They seemed to acknowledge each other because they were powerful people for each other.
- Okay, I'm gonna go up a little bit.
Bertram and Fewder round their eyes as Atal suddenly stood up and said out where he could unravel.
"Ugh, up there?
"What do you mean?
By the time the question came out of his mouth, Atal had already risen above his front.
"Excuse me, I'll explain"
Caro softly speaks to both of them with a bitter smile, with a long ear hanging over him.
"Master Atal's weapon is capable of viewing distances, so rinse. And I want to rise above the front and check the direction of the forest with my vision clear. If the dragon that destroyed the forest is headed this way, it will be a battle along the way."
Listening to Caro's explanation, the two convince me that their mastery has said it. And I admired Atal's idea, and both of them began to feel better again in preparation for the battle.
The northern forest of being destroyed by dragons is a few days away from the city of the beasts.
The carriage carrying the Ataru moved about half a day as it was, but where the sun was falling, the line would be wild boarding.
Food and camping tools are also loaded on the carriage, so there was no shortage to rest.
At night it will be your turn to carry around each party.
- It was a quiet night that day.