The reinforcement adventurers arrived in Athlopolis shortly after that night - just around the end of the ceiling (sora) luminescence.

Normally, it's a large enough party, but still, from the whole of Athlopolis, it's a number of people like error.

"Have you arrived yet? Sooner than I thought."

Immediately after receiving the report of the arrival of the Adventurer Party, as a representative of the White Wolf Knights, he decides to pick up the adventurers waiting in front of the bridge.

Garnett and Lionel are also accompanied with caution as they will be out of town, albeit for a short time.

There was an adventurer I knew well ahead of me crossing a bridge with thick, long tree roots intertwined.

"Mr. Luke, you're out of time!

"Isn't that Roy! I'd be comfortable if you'd come."

A tough young man with a beast claw mark on his face smiles and holds my hand back.

A-rank adventurer, Roy from the Hundred Beasts Plains.

One of the best young men in the Adventurer Alliance.

Both the young man who left the boy in the shadow and the boy who stuck one foot in the young man had a more reliable atmosphere than any other adventurer at the party.

"I thought it would take longer, but I didn't expect to arrive within the day I contacted you"

"Truth be told, I was moving the camp to the neighborhood of town and waiting. I thought Mr. Luke would make an immediate difference. Instead, it was this one who surprised me too early."

"... you, where the hell does that excessive trust come from"

Sometimes I just faced a frigid incarnation like Algernon, and I can feel Roy's attitude even straight out very cool.

But we can't just stand here and talk forever.

If the ceiling (sora) darkened, it would get pretty cold out of town, and most importantly, I couldn't help but feel relieved to keep getting the sight of the adventurers' "watching amazing people interact."

"Shall we just go inside town? I have to say hello to the janitor first."

Lead the adventurers and bring them inside Athlopolis.

Athlopolis at night had changed from an atmosphere full of previous anxieties and mistrust, filled with vibrancy as if to spare the end of the day.

For the residents, previous nights have been the main road to a relaxed ruin, but the rest of the next night is a temporary break leading to the next morning, the same as before an anomaly occurred in the ceiling (sora).

"This is again... I've been observing it from the outside for a long time, but you're actually overwhelmed when you go in"

Look around as Roy leaks his exclamation.

Other adventurers were also surprised by the landscape of Athlopolis, lined with trees integrated with their dwellings, and seemed strongly inspired by adventurous curiosity.

And the adventurers weren't the only ones curious.

The demons of Athlopolis had also cast their curious gaze through the windows of the streets and dwellings in an attempt to see at first sight what was rare: a human population.

Both when it comes to the indifference of gaze.

The adventurers don't hesitate to look at the demon tribe that happened to be on the street, and the demon tribe is looking back on the adventurers as if they were a rare beast or something.

"I know how you feel, but I'm not stopping by, am I?

Watch out for the exploratory adventurers and head straight to the doorway of the Great Tree, where the Great Capitol is housed.

But when I tried to get inside, two young tree men (dry ads) would stop me.

"I'm sorry, Master Whitewolf"

"Lady Fraxinus is currently unable to respond to visitors"

"If you need help, please come after the next day"

"Or leave a message with me."

The two people with an indistinguishable appearance talk to each other differently, so each time they listen while letting their gaze dictate.

"You were okay when I brought the report after lunch. Is something wrong?

Reporting is, of course, what we know about Councillor Algernon.

The next matter seemed to be packed, so I didn't get any more responses than I would consider as valuable information, and I was soon to take turns with the Demons who were waiting in order, but the responses themselves could have been made normal.

If something happened, it would be after......

"No, Master Fraxinus has regular dormancy"

"Rest as planned along standard cycles"

"The last rest was due to the investigation and analysis of the ceiling anomaly, so it was cut a little early."

"We want you to take a good rest of this time"

The anxiety that even an emergency had occurred was lightly denied by the pale narrative of the two tree men (dry ads).

I guess I can't do it for that reason, but it's also true that the timing wasn't a bit good.

But this is not the kind of project I can complain about.

I couldn't reach him beforehand, and he arrived sooner than I expected.

If there was a problem, that would be a lack of communication on this side.

"But here we are. Where do I stay in this number of people?"

"Say hello to the camp outside for tonight as a change of day."

"No, no, no, some guy on the face said he was willing to rest in a completely roofed building. At least we need to find a place to stay..."

Humans, if you can't get what you want yet, even if you can't stand it, it's something you can't stand to take away on the verge of getting it.

Especially when the expectation of getting some rest ends up empty, there is something hard to do with the brush tongue.

As Roy and I were haunting our minds about the place to stay, a demon clan wrapped around a black robe appeared from among the great trees (freshly).

"Oops, sorry I'm late. People on earth."

Half a fish man...... no, should I even call him a aquatic man?

The overall trait is close to a human being, with areas such as (ala) and (fin), and the skin is moist and uplifting.

The black robes wrapped around it were specially designed to show councillor status, just like the Lizardman Eversol and Algernon.

"Lady Fraxinus has asked me to guide you to the location of your candidate garrison. My compatriots are getting ready, but if it's about sleeping, it's no longer a problem."