Then we left the ice-soaked room in the form of Norzuri driving us away.

There was never much gained, and there was a strong feeling that I was in a hurry, but it doesn't mean I got nothing.

I guess the shortcut to finding out the truth about all of this is to dare get on the invitation of the Demon King's Army to pull out information.

Obviously, that's their plan, and it's up to the King's Capital, not me.

"... Phew, something seems to have gone wrong, above all"

Mark spit out the tension in his sigh as he made his way outside the fortress.

"I knew it was reckless to go see the Demon General in person. You saw it, take that room. I'm such a monster that I maintain such massive and exquisite magic all the time. If they were willing to do that, they would have been killed."

"I thought you wouldn't do that."

"Do you trust Norzuri!?

Mark shouts up and turns to where I'm going.

I stopped and loosened my mouth slightly, looking straight back at Mark staring at me.

"I'm glad you're worried, but I don't believe in them innocently."

"Become...! You're not supposed to be worried! I'm just saying that if you die accidentally, you're in a position of trouble!

"Whatever it is, the answer is the same. There's no place for him to kill me right now."

Explain my thoughts to the stirring mark, also asking sideways about Garnett, who listens right next door.

"Gandalf the Demon King has a verse aimed at my power. The reason Norzuri attacked me on the fourth level was to catch me and bring me back to the Demon King. And yet you think there's a reason to kill him in a place like that?

"That's... yes. If you can't get it, you could be ordered to kill it..."

"Then I think we would have had a more intense killing in the fourth tier. Besides, there was no guarantee I'd visit him anywhere."

If the Demon King's Army was going to kill me when I encountered him on the fourth tier, Suzuri would not have gone into arbitration and would have been forced to kill even by the two of us.

Besides, if Norzuri kills me, he'll definitely break the story.

I'm not talking about luck anymore, I'm not even in the shape of an operation.

"I'm not going to trust the Demon King's Army, but I have the credibility to make a sensible decision that can maximize the benefits for them. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have made you struggle so much. They're tough because they're reasonable."

Mark distorted his mouth and pushed silently.

Emotionally, anyway, it's a reaction that I've been convinced by reason.

Well, it's not a very good idea to spend too much time standing up.

White Wolf It's time to get back on the move...... that's what I thought, an arrow tip, a female knight belonging to the front door of the fortress, comes running out of breath.

"Great, were you still here!

"Sir Sophia? What's the matter, so fast? No way. Even on a case on the ground?

"No... this is an emergency report from Wang Du... haha... to Golden Fang and us..."

I stopped and breathed all the way through, and Sophia handed me a single seal.

Urgent enough not to wait for us to return to the Knights headquarters... No, you mean exactly the 'I wanted to tell you while I was at the Golden Tooth Knights fortress' thing?

That means that if I look through this seal, I will soon have to have a place to discuss it with the Golden Fang.

"Send or not a messenger to Gandalf the Demon King... you've finally decided"

- The contents of the seal were, as I imagined, "Accept the invitation from Gandalf the Demon King".

A. Although it is only a relative assessment, the Royal Palace sees Agate Lamb as an imminent threat over the Demon King's Army, and apparently has come to the idea that gathering information from it is important for this purpose.

Regardless, I am not talking about unconditionally considering the Demon King's Army as an ally and opening my chest collar.

With the Agate Lamb in mind, we use each other's things - just to apply a strategy that was very commonplace in the world of a herd of ambitious warriors, even against the Demon King's Army.

The seal not only contained a report informing the decision, but also an order to keep the system of acceptance of the Kingdom Mission and its preparation for acceptance to the ground in place for the White Wolf Knights and the Golden Tooth Knights.

Not only has it been decided to send envoys, but they're already starting to get them ready to head to Green Hollow.

So I immediately rescheduled and embarked on a discussion with the Golden Fang unit at Fortress Hollow Bottom.

Mission accommodation arriving in Green Hollow.

Proposed organization of a mission escort team to the base of the Demon King's Army.

There was a mountain to discuss, and there was no doubt that he would be busily killed in this matter for the moment -

- And one morning.

As part of these preparations, I was visiting the Spring Leaf Pavilion, Green Hollow's largest inn.

Today, of course, I am not in a position as a regular guest of the dining room, but as a client who wishes to stay.

"That's why I'm looking for a place to stay for a mission dispatched by the Royal Palace. I would be happy to rent a room at the Young Leaf Pavilion in Spring, but if it seems difficult, could you introduce me to another inn?"

I was in the reception room at the Young Leaf Pavilion, facing the Inn General - that is, Sylvia's mother - to discuss the request.

"It's a great honor to accept the envoy, but are you sure you want to come with us? The best part of town is about size, and there are other inns that offer more upscale services..."

"It's dozens of people, including soldiers, so I don't think we can accommodate them in those inns. If you are an aristocrat who leads the mission, you can stay in that inn..."

By the time the debate boils down after continuing the exchange of views, Sylvia comes to the reception room with tea.

"I heard the story. Will Mr. Luke be joining that mission?

"No, I'm going to accompany the mission in a separate frame. As the head of the White Wolf Knights overseeing the quest for dungeons I wonder if it will be in the name of…"

Receive tea and mouth with your left hand, which is not your dominant hand.

In the meantime, Sylvia was pointing a worrying gaze at her right-handed prosthetic.

"... it's okay. I'm getting a lot used to this guy, and his real right arm will be back soon. There's nothing to worry about."

"That's right...... good luck, Mr. Luke!

Sylvia held the tray in her hand and put her arms all the way in front of her chest.

I'm sure my worries haven't disappeared yet, but they're backing me up by pushing it away.

Let's not just let the consequences of betraying her expectations - I was so determined once again that I squeezed my artificial right hand.