The Alliance [All-Grand] is a large area of slightly over a hundred people, including adventurers, porters, blacksmiths, clerks, clerks, and all others involved.
Several times a year, a large hall housing more than a hundred people was being built on the site next to the Alliance Home because a general meeting would be held to gather all members to discuss it.
Once inside the large hall, many members had already gathered, and the interior was in a dense state.
Everyone is exchanging information of their own with a sense of grandeur.
In the deepest part of the big hall a stage was made.
I think I should be close to hear the story, so I don't get lost and go to the front.
Just spot the free space and wait for the meeting to begin at that location.
After a while, Hans and his fellow former party members, as well as guild executives, appeared on stage.
The hall that was shiny calms down with the scene, overflowing with nature and sweat from the drifting tension.
Everyone understood that it was an emergency.
Having a loud magic device (microphone) on stage is a squad that is an ancient Ginseng executive.
I get along well with him and even go for a drink once in a while.
If it's true, he should be entrusted with acting Guildmaster as a trusted ancient ginseng, but Skward was also asked by Cain to assist Hans this time.
When I found out I'd been told to deport, it sounded like Squad was going to protest at Hans first.
You can say it's one of the few allies for me.
"As I'm sure we all know, someone attacked the top ten guild meetings that were being held in neighboring countries. This information is true!!
Affirmations from guild executives, the expression of the adventurer who said it was faux news at first solidified.
"It is also unclear whether Cain, the Alliance Master, is cheap or not. I've already finished sorting Cain's search unit. I'm also going to join the force and take the lead. The departure is just after this meeting. Things dispute for a moment. I want the Alliance to be bothered, but I want everyone to understand."
I'm not talking about the search party.
I'm worried about Cain, too, and I won't spare your help if my power helps.
But considering the possibility of a fight with a raider during a search, I guess it was made up of members of a combat specialization, not me who can't fight.
"Everyone will be anxious, but it's okay. You don't have to worry about anything. Cain told you from day to day, too, didn't he? It's only in an emergency, calm down. The rest of us should live our normal lives. I'll take care of Cain. I'll definitely bring him back looking good."
The squad is also proceeding with the conversation in a calm manner.
"I got it, Squad!
"Leave it to the Squad and you'll be fine!!
"Please."
"Tell the master I expect a souvenir!!
Countless pieces flew across the hall.
As much as that, the squad is trusted by its members.
"So. While the Master and nearly half the executives were away from the Alliance, the Alliance's operations were left to Hans, who had been appointed to represent the Alliance Master. Now the guild members must unite unanimously and overcome this predicament. Everybody stay with Hans and protect the Alliance."
It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me without a squad, but I can't help it all.
Until Cain and Squad get back, I'll have to hide in my room and make fun of them.
I handed Hans the Loud Device (Mike) that Squad had.
Grab the microphone. Hans walks out the front of the stage.
That's when Hans gave me a proud look when I met him.
"As we've all heard. It is currently the biggest emergency since the Alliance was founded. I'm still a young man, but I want to take full responsibility for my appointment."
"Nice!!
Some cheered, Hans stops that cheering by raising one hand.
"It would have been nice if we had run the guild while asking the ancient ginseng executives to teach us, but nearly half the ancient ginseng executives would have boarded into the neighboring country for the guild master. I am confident that if the executives with all the strength turn, they will definitely help the master out. But when the masters return, I'm anxious to see if the guild remains... what a young man I am to pull the guild away. It could be gone in no time."
"Waha. Is that what you're saying?"
Exchanging nasty jokes and inviting laughter.
"There it is. New executives were added to support me. The new executives are party members to whom I belonged, and I'm sure we all know that, but let me introduce them again. These are the new executives who will be assisting me."
There stood the members as expected.
Beautiful genius, winning and talented, skillfully manipulating advanced attack magic.
Red witch Remilia with red long hair.
A little girl who looks luxurious but has beautiful blonde semi long hair.
But contrary to appearance, he owns many divine defense skills.
Iron wall Freya.
She has a slender, pure white skinny body and blonde bobhair.
Quick movement and manipulation of hundreds of bows, magic can also be used.
Charlotte the Always Deposited Calm Elf.
Plus Hans, the talented swordsman, and Porter's me, were the most motivated S-class parties in [All-Grand].
"As I'm sure we all know, we're all S-level party members and we'll have a good track record. We're going to run a new guild with young power, consulting a few executives who will stay. Please help us all."
As Hans and the members bowed their heads deeply, the applause boiled down from the entire hall.
I looked at it, and imagine what was ahead, and my anxiety was just raising.
A week has passed since the meeting, but there is no information in it about Cain.
I'm worried about Cain, but I couldn't imagine that guy "The Bakery Thing" screwing up easily.
It's been almost a month since I stopped diving in the dungeon.
I don't have to worry about gold because I've been saving up until now, but if I haven't dived into the dungeon for so long, Attack's sensation will be dull.
It is not preferable to stay away from the actual battle for long.
At that time I get a call from the Alliance.
A week had passed since the Great Hall rally, and with some anxiety, I headed to the Guildmaster's office.
"Old man. Long time no see. You haven't dived into the dungeon lately, have you? Bad, bad, if you want to dive, you should have told me you were diving."
I met him and he said he hated me so much.
"We've been busy this past week, too. Hey, Remilia."
"Yeah, right. I'm tired of my unfamiliar clerical work. It would be easier to dive into a dungeon as an adventurer."
Hans' and Remilia strike a match.
As always, these two are too close.
"So what did you call me for today?
Hans reacted, with a niggling grin.
"You did. Let me start by thanking you. Thank you for your dedication to the Alliance until today."
I'm pretty sure I'm telling you to quit, just like last time, but the vibe was a little different.
"Are you still telling me to quit? So I'm telling you I'm not quitting."
You can't leave the guild for unreasonable reasons.
"I want you to work harder too. But I had no choice. This is a small but retirement pension. Take it."
Hans opened the desk drawer and took the sachet out of the inside as he posed unfortunately for the over, throwing it over the table.
"You think it's retirement? I'm telling you I won't quit!!
"As a matter of fact, yesterday, the guild's operating rules changed. [All Grand] Then it turned into a rule for me to retire at thirty-eight. Only... you're thirty-eight today, aren't you?
What are you talking about?
"Retired at thirty-eight? I've never heard of such rules. Besides, there's no way the other Alliance members can be convinced of such tyrannical rules. How many adventurers and backs do you think are close to thirty-eight? If you force me to do that, there will be a riot."
I wave my fist down my desk.
Throw a bag on the floor with retirement money that was thrown away on the desk as it was.
Then about ten brand-new gold coins popped out of the bag.
"Ha ha. No one can complain. Because retirement at thirty-eight is restricted to non-combatant porters. Ooh. Old man, when the porter moves back and forth, we can't help it. That's why I told you. You're done!!
"No way I've changed the rules in the past week...? You're gonna go that far to get rid of me? Why can't you go without me hating you so much? What am I supposed to do? I've been working for the Alliance for the best, for the party."
"I'm too desperate. I keep diving into the dungeons every day even though I have no talent, and I only complain about my habit of not being able to defeat one demon. It's so dull, it's frustrating to watch."
"I think I'm a mess..."
What's wrong with trying?
Is it that funny to work hard on your dreams?
Tears were flooding me before I knew it.
I feel like I've been completely denied.
"Heehigh!! Your old man's gonna cry! You finally figured that out?
"Really, that's funny."
Hans and Remilia are holding their bellies and laughing out loud.
Anger was running all over my body.
"Old man, now you know where you stand, right? Thank god an incompetent porter just gets ten gold coins!! Just write your autograph on this paperwork and get out. Proof that you got a retirement pension."
"If you don't like me that much, I'll quit as you wish. But you think the decades I've worked so desperately for are only ten gold coins!? It's a good idea to make a fool of yourself. Come on!! I will never receive this retirement pension. That's my will."
When I said so, I jumped out of the room.
Meet the accounting clerk when you leave the room.
Clerk was surprised to see my face in tears.
I immediately rang something, but I ran away as I was.
You'll find out later, but the clerk had since received my autographed document from Hans.
The document was filled in as retirement pension [three thousand gold coins].
It is similar to the operating expenses of the Alliance for a year when it comes to three thousand gold coins.
It's a lot of money a normal adventurer wouldn't get if he dived into a dungeon for the rest of his life.
Hans was forgering documents and taking them from me.