Manowa

◎ Visitor Room, White Hall, City of Gordios

"Oh, is it a hot spring bead? He was sent to Amoria, the magical power, this morning. You're working fast."

"Stupid......"

The day after I decided on my future policy at the meeting. The wind was shocked by the words released by Renay while eating chestnut lamb from the Tiger Shop newly sent by sister Yuko inside the visitors' room.

The wind, which stopped Renaissance from coming to see her mother at noon, had just invited her into the hall to talk to her about the hot spring beads.

Wind sounds thought if you asked the Adventurer Guild, the Merchant Guild, and even the Lords about the movement of the Hot Springs Pearl, you would be caught somewhere. Rare items in that class are probably not on the market and are often exhibited as highlights for customers and large auctions. I wanted to make sure the wind sounds before it did, but the key hot spring beads were already leaving the city.

"There will also be reports of the sale and purchase of rare items. There were also hot spring beads sold by Thor in the list I looked through before I came here. Looks like he's buying and selling through his own handwriting, doesn't he? Most of all, it's not particularly illegal, and the item is no longer in this city."

That's what Renais replied with Mushamsha and chestnut lamb on her cheeks. They taste so good they can't stop.

"Sorry to hear that."

"No, no."

Next to it were King Carla and Crofe, who kept them with you on their own. They both eat mosha mosha. They still can't stop.

"I don't like sweet things, but I can't do this."

"The lamb here is special. Well, I only buy and sell through royalty, so I can't get it if it's normal."

And even Aka and Louise were eating together. They still can't stop. The chestnut lamb from the Tiger Shop, which my sister Yuko sent me because of, was going to disappear again early.

And the rage of wind noise had already been directed toward Thor, who had sold it early when he learned of the fact that the hot spring beads were not in this city. Thor hasn't done anything wrong at all either, but the price of chestnut lamb seems to have been unexpectedly high.

"Ugh. So, Mr. Renay, where does it flow...?

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the authority to know that much because it's not in general circulation. Well, I'm pretty sure he's headed for Amoria."

I make a face that the wind sounds like a ghan in that Renaissance word... Louise called out "Fair enough" there.

"Kazane, I wonder if it's too soon to give up. If you're going to Amoria this time of year, you're likely to come out at auction."

"Mmm, I guess I'll just have to go for it."

That's what the wind said and I put my arms together as I roared. The original plan was to look for hot spring beads at an auction that would take place in the demonic powers. It would be possible to catch up with the person I carried right now, but getting it with it is a complete robbery. I had to positively assume that the wind sounds were also more likely to be auctioned by hot spring beads.

"So we go to the fifty-fifth tier? Looks like you're finally motivated."

Then King Carla finally finishes eating chestnut lamb opens his mouth against the wind sounds.

"No, don't be cool with the face with the lamb on your mouth."

I took a piece of lamb that was stuck under my mouth to point out the wind noise and opened my mouth again to the wind noise with the face that King Carla ate was fine.

"Then don't make it harder for me and it's time for me to come here"

The wind sounds frown upon the words of the deeply meaning King Carla.

"Hmm, you mean you're not coming here anymore?

King Carla returns the question, "Oh, because of my role".

"The Dungeon Master will be obliged to manage the hierarchy into which humans enter. Basically, I would just place demons, but considering the neighborhood, I guess the resources to break my body here will be around seventy tiers. I'm going to get as far as I can."

It is, of course, in a hot spring.

I'm gonna miss you.

That's what Crofe said and he mouthed the chestnut lamb again. I still can't stop my hand.

"Hmm. Anyway, I'm originally a dead man. I can't help but care. We end up killing each other."

That's what King Carla said, and he has a savage face, but he could rely on the look of the wind noise in his words.

Even at the moment King Karla reigns as the Lord of the Dungeon and is in a relationship of life interaction with the wind sounds. But it is the free will of the adventurers to enter the dungeon, and because there is a dungeon, the area is not attacked by demons either, and people can grow crops in a land free of demons. The existence of the dungeon was clearly for people from the point of view of the factual relationship rather than the fact that the two were in a symbiotic relationship......

There are also such assumptions, and the wind noise now has no hostility towards King Carla, who is outside the dungeon. That may just be felt because we haven't lost company in the dungeon, but if you hear that the person you know doesn't show up anymore, either, the sound of the wind will make you sad. It will probably be the deepest showdown to see you afterwards. Seeing the wind sound that made me feel so complicated, King Carla speaks in a slightly gentle tone.

Kazane.

"... what?

When the wind sounded saw King Carla, King Huh Carla smiled.

"Give me a replacement"

"Go home now."

◎ Torton Hospital Room, City of Gordios

"Brother Joe. For one thing, not all of them seem dead."

That's what my third son Jay says and sees our own people sleeping in front of us.

When time passed a little more than when the wind sounds were talking to the Kings of Karla, the place is a room at Thoton Hospital, which is also a large hospital in the city.

Among them, Jay's companions were bandaged and groaned on the bed. Apparently, it wasn't just physical pain, it was also mentally strongly damaged, and some of them were having nightmares or losing consciousness but screaming out.

"Because he's not dead. Chickshaw, that's why I'm here. What the hell is this?!?

It was a man called Joe who shouted so. Joe was barking furiously at the situation, looking fierce at the time of the shovel, hardening himself with light armor of silver scales all over his body. The other brothers, known as Gar, Ar and Jay, who are on the spot, are equally angry.

They are members of the fraternal only party Shark Killer. Its qualities are fishermen, men of the sea. In this season, when the fishing season has passed, they are conducting a dungeon search to earn money. And this time, they were coming to this city of Gordios.

They were also the ones who were putting together the clans of the fishermen who came with them, but if Joe and the others came back from the dungeon, the clan members would have been wiped out. I'd rather not be angry with you before that happens.

"Mr. Joe, su, excuse me. A monster, like a demon... Chickshaw. They're attacking me... you know, hey."

Apparently one of his conscious buddies was constantly telling Joe about his breath as well. Joe hands the fellow and then shakes his neck to the side.

"Don't worry about it. I don't know what kind of monster it is, but I'm the one who took Temehe's revenge. I can do it with Bahamut McCarrell in Tyman. I'll take care of it!

That's what Joe laughs at. Then I saw my clan buddies on the spot. They are all in a state of Zudaboro. The damage taken varies, including cuts and bites, burns and after being beaten. Some remained after scales in their bodies.

"Brother, apparently you're the only one who did this."

"Seriously. What the hell did he do? Humans have been playing demons, haven't they? You're saying you even summoned a subpoena?

My brother Ar nods at Joe's words.

"Oh, there's that too... apparently he's like a demon himself. And there's more than one..."

"Well, I've heard of it. He's a chimera. Chickshaw. I'll kill him."

The other brothers shouted wow at Joe's words, so angry.

The city of Gordios, with its A-class dungeon, the Temple of the Golden Winged Bird, had become a dense zone where the presence of its name and portal now allowed various adventurers to enter and exit. If people get together bigger, friction will naturally occur, and the rubbing will increase. Such distortions seemed to be occurring again here.

And no one had yet figured out how it would relate to a group of whites in the future.