Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The residence of Marulan lord Turius Shrounan Ovenil is furnished with a feeling of armed interior contrary to the Lord's impression. The tsuji in the hallway were seated with armor for exhibition, and each room was decorated with the stripping of wild animals such as deer and bears.

For the first time, visitors to this small castle hall often see the landscape with unexpected eyes.

This time, the visitor likened it as a matter of course.

"Were you surprised?

The young man, who was the guest's guide, says, laughing like a prank. He is the Lord of this Hall and can be illusioned with his splendid appearance and graceful behavior. But he, Viktor Dracroix Lorje, is only his subordinate, albeit bi-perfect, in the house.

A brilliant grin that floats so many Dada men that they think they have no body to serve a nobleman without a reputation. The person to whom it was directed is red if she is a woman, and it is not strange if she is a man or makes her feel awkward.

This time, however, the guests under his guidance did not have the sensibilities to disturb their hearts with one smile.

"Oh, they did surprise me"

That's what I said faintly: a long, walking man at the head of the four to be guided. He stretches his burning red hair out in awe, stroking it behind him and letting it roam like a lion's hyena. The conspicuous nose with deep and positive carvings had a depth that, at best, appeased people somewhere. Wrapped in black iron full-body armor with crests and gold edges. It covers it with a flashy deep red cloak. A knife in the waist reminiscent of a giant creature's fangs. The body is thick and spacious, giving off a brilliant taste of an industry that was forged in an iron field in action. It is but a devil's sword to see.

If Viktor's impression is that he is a noble prince, is the man still a noble general or something like that? But just as Viktor is only a minister, neither is he a general. On the contrary, they are not even aristocrats or knights.

That identity is an adventurer. That's superb too.

He goes on without offense.

"Though reputation tells me you don't have the same taste."

"Dj, Mr. Girard."

From behind the man, there was a voice calling his name to blame.

The LORD of voices is a woman. About mid twenties or something. She hides her eyes with a long forehead, but still hears that she is a beautiful woman with a crisp nose and a well-shaped lip. Though the bearer of fleshy and fantastic limbs, it was the ni monk clothes intended for abstinence that wrapped them, and the holy symbol of the Sword Cross was raised on the chest that raised the fabric. What an unbalanced combination, but it is not hard to imagine that the transgression would cause the men of the world to have a disloyal inferiority. But there's more to it than that.

... It's bright red. Both the monk's coat and the monk's hat, horns on the raven, red. Technically, scarlet? The sense of colour, together, was more than her physical qualities. The priests were the only ones.

That may not be the only way. She is not a biological priest, but an adventurer who fights with cleric skill. Led by a man called Girard, because he's part of a party.

"What is it, Ninon?"

Girard turned a woman in red monk clothes over her shoulder. I can tell from my unwieldy face that I don't understand why I was blamed. The woman, called Ninon, butted mostly into his gaze.

"Um... that's the way to put it, hey..."

"I don't mind."

From what she said, she flickered a bitter laugh as Viktor gave out a help ship.

"Because it certainly won't seem like a hall for alchemists.... right?

I'm following Girard's earlier statement that he didn't rub the lord's infamous letter. Ninon snorts.

"Yes, yes! Oh, yes, it is! Um, uh, excuse me! I'm so sorry!"

And the chief consent quickly changed to low head. She even apologizes. Her figure looks oddly on the back of provocative colored outfits and looks.

Girard, on the other hand, put his hand on his chin, roaring, etc.

"What's going on, what's going on"

"Something's wrong, it's not! Oh, sorry about the book! I didn't mean to offend this guy either, it's just a little impolite, it's what we've been spending all along the border, so yeah, there's something neglectful about courtesy and stuff, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm a country guy!

Ninon, who may be grounded in momentum, makes the corresponding victor snap his mouth as well. Only he knows if he can't stand on his stomach, or if he is enjoying laughter.

"Oh, no. Don't worry, it's a border."

"Ha ha!? Wow, you're being rude to me! Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was born!

"Damn, he's in trouble"

"You are the most troubled person, Mr. Girard!?

There was a gaze watching the disturbance, such as, from a few steps away.

"Oh, here we go again, you two comics."

"Don't go down! Why don't you stop it, Goche?"

"Joke. Don't you think it's funny to watch, Mr. Cedric?

One is a man with a middle meat tall, red bandana wrapped around his head. It strikes me with a loving face like a monkey at any rate and a cheerful grin that gives me a sense of intimacy. However, there is no looseness in the body and the hands and feet are long and tight compared to the height. The outfit is also hardened to such an extent as breastplate and elbow knee protection, and the belt of the fur that is hung is lined with swordswallowed darts. Hanging on your hips is a curved shaped dagger twist. But the biggest anomaly this man has. That was the thinness of the signs that you might lose sight of even if you were in front of it, despite the fact that it also had this impressive element. If he has no heart, even if he chooses his heart, he still doesn't seem to notice.

Unalarmed wildfire with good hiding skills. If the beholder sees it, he will be given such an assessment.

The other is a giant man nearly two meters tall. Corner, thick, crusty. At least that's the impression on my face. Then the body says, from the neck down is covered with full body armor and I'm not sure. Even compared to Girard's armor, the armor was obviously thick. At first it is also lightened by a magical procedure, but it still creates a sense of weight at which the standing foot is likely to sink. He looks cool in these things, so I guess he's the owner of an extra flesh that's resilient. He carries a battle hammer with a sharp pick on his back, a single-edged axe, a short spear directed at throwing and a wide variety of armaments. What you have in your hand is a big red scaly shield. This is also so large and thick that it is likely to slip into the floor again.

Heavy warrior, like embodying the word indestructible. Words like that deserved to be made to appreciate him.

Clerics, wildfires, heavy warriors, and swordsmen of leaders.

A total of four adventurer parties. That was the guest who visited Lord Marlan's Hall today.

To them, a man who looks like an official walking down the hall turns his stinking eyes and goes early. There is no difference between an unwelcome situation, such as an armed leftover walking around an aristocratic mansion. But they have a say, too.

Gear is just the lifeline for adventurers. And if you don't wear them constantly, they are also valuables that you don't know when they will be stolen. Nothing, the higher adventurers tend to be. There are many opportunities to earn more rewards and rare materials for those who stand up in arms. Naturally, equipment can be powerful and expensive. Those who see it and are driven by greed will be about the number of stars. There is also a noisy decision that the killing of adventurers is a loss of life, etc. In order not to be stolen, not to be killed and taken away, you must wear your gear with the intent of being on the battlefield. Even if we are going to face the nobility, it is.

"Gohon.... Well, as Lord Girard said, my husband was an undecorated hobby. but please also promote that the people you can relate to should colour the museum with some mouth. So they line up these things for practicality. The peeling kind… it doesn't make me uncomfortable even alongside the armor."

To mislead the awkwardness, so explains Viktor. Ninon exhales in a ho that the topic of illness has missed the word.

but

"As far as completion was concerned, the point of convergence came in. If there's a museum equipped with these things, even if there's a rebellion..."

"Ah! And by the way, what the hell is this armor called!? Wow, I'm curious!

"Yeah, yeah. This will be a gift from Baron Alrez."

"A gift? Relations with other nobles are also different from rumors -"

"Shut up! Please, just shut up!

Every time Girard opened his mouth, he would scream.

"Damn, Ninon's having a lot of trouble, too. By the way, Cedric. What do you think of this armor?

"I'm not interested! Because my armor is better."

"There! Mr. Cedric won't say anything extra!

"… so please rest here, as I would like to behave coarsely until the Lord asks"

Viktor wipes his tense face with a handkerchief, while encouraging noisy rare guests.

Adventurers have many strangers. All you have to do is not force yourself to keep up with their pace and do what is necessary for this one. It was this young decree to keep in mind the strangeness of the world.

"Yummy! This baked treat really tastes good! I don't know about tea!

"It's weird, Cedric. Be as classy as I am."

"Well, speaking of character, we're both the same... no, that's enough..."

"Ma'am, don't get hard on Ninon either. They say forgiveness, don't hesitate to forgive me, okay?

The four adventurers who were put through the reception room were noisier than they were in the hallway. Is it because you sat on a relaxing couch and enjoyed a warm cup of tea to relax? In other words, even at the time of the earlier act, I was concerned about them.

No one gives a bitter face or a convoluted look to a landscape that is not worthy to be played out in noble mansions. Viktor has fallen back to get his husband. Instead it is the slaves dressed as maids who are lying on their heels.

Normally, the appearance of a slave is not shown in front of a Guest. But in Lord Marlan's house, where hatred and pragmatism weigh heavily, there are no human resources, such as servants in response roles, whose profits do not appear in the numbers. So it was customary in this hall for such roles to be bribed with slaves. Viktor and Rubel will also have a headache. In fact, in the banquet for the completion of the residence, which opened last year, I bought a banquet in that regard, but there was no sign of improvement.

Nevertheless, it touches the eyes of the outside world. There's a whole range of categories that look so good when it comes to slavery. The Lord, Turius, is not indifferent to this aspect, but his men are not. Appearances are valued as far as the budget allows to ensure that the Lord's surroundings are not as ugly as possible. Of course Rubel, who is responsible for buying slaves, was educated as a squire, as well as the former rep. Uni. Most importantly, this does not apply to slaves that do not need to be on the table.

Naturally, there is no reason to know such circumstances on the entertainment side. For the most part, I simply think there's a line of slaves in a beautiful place.

"Replacement. Muggles... delicious confectionery, but don't get a little thirsty because of the tingling"

Girard lifting and urging the cup. The straight mouth is dirty with the food of the cookies, which has caused an ugly damage to the masculinity of the corners. I opened my mouth as I chewed it, so the shards polled and zeroed again. A second one with style if you don't move your mouth, but now you are a big child through the third one.

Ninon, sitting next to him, wipes many times the cookie's chin that fell into his armor as he blushes his cheeks in shame. As you can see, it's expensive armor, it's a good laugh, such as dirty it with confectionery. She's holding her mouth as she moves her hand, but it'll be another novel. Do you not raise your voice because you feel it's useless to say half of it?

One of the slave maids in the role takes the pot respectfully, as if he hadn't seen the rarity in front of him.

"Yes, we will have it now"

In a flowing manner, pour red red ball liquid into the cup. Even though it is the second cup, the temperature of the water and a good steam addition/subtraction are precise as measured. This is so unlikely to be in front of a slave. Regardless, two or three complains will fly from a well-known number of donors, but they are a good category to serve in the Viscount House.

"Mmm? I'm sorry, but I don't have to force you to filter it out to the end. If I could just wash your mouth..."

"Mr. Girard, I say this is a last drop... oh, you don't know, right... embarrassing"

At any rate, the fact that it was wild weather that took it?

"No, that's nice, Sister. It's a delicious cup of tea! So what do you say? Why don't you follow me? I'll talk to your husband."

Saying so, Goche lowers his monkey-faced face. I mean, it's a personal story. Slaves can exchange their personalities with gold. So if the Lord tolerates the offer and pays the price he has offered, this female slave will still be his possession today. Goche noddedly takes the maid's hand and begins to dictate enthusiastically.

but now Ninon and the others won't say anything either. Just turn your eyes to see if it's starting again.

"... play"

"No, I mean it, I... Whatever, you can promise to take the collar off."

"I know how generous you are, but your husband has been very good to you. I don't want to beg for free…"

and politely refused. They realize that's what Goche does all the time. He drops his shoulders blatantly and makes me squirm.

"Well, unfortunately... well, it's one night..."

"... Shit! I don't want to be confused by a woman's colorful incense. Language says no! Not enough physical and mental training!

A heavy warrior's drunkenness flew in the wildfire that gave up badly. I guess I would have been a little convincing right now if I hadn't flown all the way to confectionery eating on the clap that raised my voice.

"... Excuse me, our people are bothering you. Um, you may not believe me, but we're all just arms for sure - no, we only have arms. But it's a decent job, so, uh, give me a break."

"No, we don't care, sir. May I see your face please?"

"I feel how you feel." I have given you nothing but a word of humility and fear. "

To the ni monks who apologize for the disrespect in their bodies, the maids hang their words of comfort. It's just called facial expressions and good voice tone, flat as a gearing machine, and I can't see the bottom of my heart. On the contrary, it even makes me think that the existence of the mind itself is suspicious.

When Girard looks sideways sipping tea at such interaction,

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting"

And it came to pass with a gentle but slight voice, that the nobles of the supplicants came into the chamber.

A young man with a face who gets red copper hair and lacks something neat but appealing to his heart. He is dressed in a loose, luxurious looking vest on his cuffs and peeks at his pasty shirt from his collar. Though the trousers were also made as a priority for ease of movement, they appeared to be a pretty good value from a soft looking fabric.

Young people like you seem harmless and temperate. But every human being in this room knows he's not such a brilliant person.

[Slave Killer], [Cannibal Snake] abhorred in Brosenne, Wang capital, and a Phantom who was in the vortex of an incident in which one Count lost his leg last year. At the end of the day, Marquis Lavalle, a powerful man in the kingdom, is also said to have survived his life.

Such a man named himself only graciously.

"Nice to meet you, Viscount Turius Shrounan Ovenil of the Kingdom. Welcome to my quarters. What do you say, are you at ease?

And show it from yourself until you bow down with a pepper.

It was unexpected. The nobility of the kingdom of Arquelle is of high temperament. No, it will be in every country, but this country has a ring to it. Anyway, after the Omnian Empire in history, it is the nobility of a country named the best on the continent in terms of the richness of its national territory. The nose is also to be high. But the evil taste of the nobility of slavery, the man rumored to have exchanged its extremes, is not embedded in it. What a strange story.

"... oh, I'm having fun"

Girard's legalistic reply does not seem to me to be the attitude of the civilian towards the nobility, but it was he who was allowed to do so. I can accept Turius, who was told, and how he cared.

"That's above all - everyone at the A-rank Adventurer Party, The Great Scarlet Shield"

A-rank.

It is the pinnacle of strength in the adventurer's position. Like dragons, superior vampires, Cerberus, etc., synonymous with monsters. When it comes to those entrusted with those crusades, it may be easy to see the value. It is a living legend, in which mankind must lay down on the earth and do it over, in the face of a disastrous existence.

At first, there is a rank of S rank on it, but this one is regarded as something like an honorary title. Anyway, the terms of the promotion are "among A-rank adventurers with a particularly high contribution to the Alliance". A Rank is where you can earn as much as you need to eat for a few years in a single adventure. Lazy people drop the frequency with which they receive requests, or even the diligent get only a job touching their harp lines. It's a quest to fight powerful enemies and explore unknown places, for example. There is no reason why such a job should be ruined. Therefore, requests for high-ranking adventurers are easy to accumulate without being digested inside. It's like a medal enacted to burn people with honors and titles trying to get rid of it at all. That is the rank of S-rank.

That's what A-rank means when it comes to the pinnacle of strength. Because there is no such thing as a natural difference in ability between the two classes.

This means that the party sitting in front of Turius will be the top prowess of the adventurers.

You haven't introduced yourself yet.

The red-haired swordsmen cut the fire so much that the adventurers proudly revealed their name.

"I'm Girard. [Red Lion] Girard Lesuan. I'm the leader of this party."

"[Red Lotus Wall] My name is Cedric! Thank you!

"Goche of [the Mai Goose]. Hihi, I'll leave you with someone else later."

"... [Zhu's Nishi], my name is Ninon"

Naturally, all of that has two names. A testimony of valor in the name of martial arts and talent, with voice and expression.

Turius meditated for a moment as he was impressed by it, and immediately opened his lid and moaned.

"Your name, let me ask you. Now, hurry up -"

"Oh, I know....... ninon"

"Yes."

In response to being prompted, Ninon humbly offers two briefs.

One is a circular from the Adventurer Guild. The other is a letter from a sara nobleman.

A close-knit civilian - Viktor - examines it lightly before handing it over to the Lord.

"… Your Excellency"

"Yeah. Sure, it's a circular from the Alliance and a letter from the Doldran Borderline Uncle. In the exploration of the Great Tree Sea, the following people were granted permission to stay in your territory. - Oh, it stinks a lot, even though we were able to talk ahead of time."

"My lord, I am in front of your guests"

"No, I don't mind. This is the trouble with crappy formats."

Girard cares nothing for Turius, who writes with a fed up face.

An adventurer visits and stays in the territory, and the lord acknowledges it. This meeting was held solely to confirm the facts with each other.

But that's all it takes, but it's not the same story when the adventurer is also A-ranked. Anyway, he's the owner of a war that won't even be a match for the gestures of their lords. It is only a seed of headache for the nobility, such as a presence that could outweigh his own army roaming the territory. Therefore, when A-rank adventurers move to other territories, it is customary to exchange letters in advance for consent and to have a meeting place in this way afterwards.

There is no particular penalty for breaking it, even if it is only an implicit understanding, but if you can protect it, you should. The lord of the land where the "Great Scarlet Shield" was until the other day, the Dordolan Borderline Uncle, was the one who put those muscles through.

"And that's surprising. I didn't know His Excellency Dordolan would let you go."

"What, the West is calm these days. It's been a while since we fell out."

"The big guy over there, he's flattened out a lot!

"Wow, that's awesome!

Turius blinds to the word.

The western part of the kingdom is a dangerous region in a different way than Zanktogaren. There are not a large number of demons, but sometimes powerful individuals appear and become fierce. The great desert where the dark elves live and the peninsula of demons beyond it - from outside the sphere of power of mankind, was for strong demons to influx.

Sometimes even dragons fly through the western periphery of the land, flattened without any excessive prey. It was an abandonment that could be cleaned up with the bullshit of an abalone, if not the words of a powerful man among the A-ranks.

"Besides, adventurers are dull if they don't fight. A new toothpicking difficulty is a boat on the way."

"Mr. Goche."

The goddess blames the wildfire for slapping him lightly. It is not good to say in front of the lord of the day that it is good to have a dungeon, etc.

Fortunately, it didn't look like I cared much for the youth nobility in front of me.

"No, no, you don't have to worry about that. So this is for exploring the 'Great Tree Sea of Darkness'?

"I don't know what else to do with A-rank."

"So is that."

An investigation into the dungeon that occurred in this Marlan, The Great Tree Sea of Darkness. Immediate requests from Adventurers Guild, not intermediaries from elsewhere. That was the quest Girard and the others took this time.

"Looks like the Alliance is finally willing to put its back in. We're moving three other B-rank parties."

"Is it an alliance where A-rank is at the core and B-rank consolidates the sides? It's spectacular."

"In fact it also adds support below C, so there will be more moving adventurers"

"In fact, I should have been able to move a little earlier now. The guys at HQ also didn't know they'd finally make a move after their favorites crumbled and fire hit their asses!

Cedric says the C-rank party, The Guardian's Balance, was destroyed in the Tree Sea. While certifying the Tree Sea as a dungeon, he said it was the end of an attempt to scout power on his own by boiling his business to a guild that would not proceed to deal with it late. In that context, moreover, they also influenced the monopoly of hunting grounds by middle-aged adventurers and the consequent growth in the proficiency of Marulan adventurers.

This is also the guild's neglect. It's not uncommon for adventurers to kill each other in battles over hunting grounds. Under the beautiful name of respect for autonomy, I hesitate to intervene and instead cause things to get worse. It is common in this neighborhood. This time, the star of expectation, which was supposed to be near B-rank promotion, sank as he arched his hand against the problem. Now he says the guild is finally in a hurry too.

Goche sighs with a sarcastic look.

"At the Guild headquarters in Canales, they rubbed it pretty good, didn't they? The officer who was pushing that party screams that it's a liability issue. On the contrary, the said side switches the problem when the dependency has increased the young. It took three days for me to finally conclude that I was going to put my back on the investigation team dispatch after all the hustle and bustle."

"Hey, aren't you the one who got it done fast? If it was Brossenne, you'd need five times that."

The look on Turius's face making such jokes remains a grinning smile. I'm interested in bickering, which sounds good to me. But I can't feel anything there like seriousness or urgency. I can't see the party consciousness.

"The Great Tree Sea of Darkness" exists when this Marlan, this man, says, is the land to govern as a lord.

"Speaking of dealing with it, aren't you going to move that way?

Girard's voice is slightly stiff. The pacifist youth aristocrat blinked lightly.

"We're expanding the town and setting up an attitude of acceptance for adventurers, even if there's something missing?

"What about making a request to a high-ranking adventurer?

"... Mr. Girard."

Ninon restrains himself from the side. Girard's remarks were clearly overstepping. It goes beyond the mere scope of the meeting, such as exploring the other party's thoughts and thoughts. Not to mention what outsiders just visited yesterday, such as asking nobles about security in their territories.

But I couldn't take back the words that came out of my mouth. Turius makes his gaze wander into the universe, as he plays with Girard's question.

"Hmm, even if they say so... you still don't know what's behind the tree sea, in the mountains. Even if they told me to ask for more than B-rank in that situation."

"For that matter, I seem to have made a quick request for the Mountain Master's shipwreck."

What Girard calls it is a request that began the discovery of the 'Great Tree Sea of Darkness'. Turius moved C, D-ranked adventurers to search for the missing mountain master. Numerous adventurers were devastated in doing so.

The first thing that came back to me in response to that question was a sigh. It's like saying "I don't know what else to do" to a child who doesn't know what to do.

"The rescue of the Mountain Master was a serious concern for our land. Anyway, this is a new mining business, right? Isn't it humane for mountain masters who might find new mineral veins to want to save and rescue them in a pandemic? If you go as far as mid-sized C's, the impact on your nostrils is small."

"I don't feel good..."

Goche groans sarcastically. And I glanced at Girard. He shrugs against it, too.

"Do you have the money to invest in town?

As a countermeasure to the dungeon, this lord said he was preparing for an influx of adventurers, a stay and expanding the town. But isn't that strange? It's easier to ask a high-ranking adventurer to investigate a dungeon and crusade a monster without having to imitate such a big deal. This one can work out in a shorter time, and the cost floats.

That's what Girard is saying.

Turius is flat. As usual, he had a small bitter smile, pointing the gaze at the wise man who pitied the fool.

On the other hand, ministers do not seem to do the same.

"That would be a disagreement."

Viktor pinched his mouth as he seeped a shade of frustration in his brilliant face.

"If it is also a responsibility for the aristocracy to enrich its territory, let us say that expanding the town while bringing in adventurers is one of the measures to be adopted. Now, some people have gained jobs in their hands, and some merchants are looking for new business."

What's wrong with that? Such willingness is hidden from the draining discourse.

Nor does Turius try to block Viktor's valve. Probably because you acknowledge the word of distribution as your own proxy. I mean, this is the Lord's own thoughts.

"Why don't you forget one thing -"

Goche opens his mouth as he raises his hand. Although it has a floating atmosphere, the light in your eyes is serious in itself. There are verses in which this man dares not to joke or speak lightly about himself that is about to become emotional. My long-time companions knew that enough.

"- Um, to make the town bigger, right? Wouldn't there be more people? There's a dangerous dungeon right next door, isn't there? Wouldn't it matter if the town was attacked by demons coming from the Great Tree Sea?

I mean, that's all he's afraid of. The monster of "The Great Tree Sea of Darkness" attacked innocent people and inflicted damage.

But the nobles' reaction was cold.

"So that's why we're calling adventurers, right? They are already engaged in sweeping demons in the Tree Sea."

"Yeah. So far, we haven't had a big problem."

Viktor tells the truth, and Turius recognises it.

The demon thinning that is taking place near the entrance to the tree sea will be working. So I'm serious, whether there's a problem or not.

"But what about the reality? I also hear that some adventurers arbitrarily occupy hunting grounds, negatively affecting the income and proficiency of others, but how!?

Cedric opens his mouth like he cut off his paralysis, and Ninon, who missed the stop, looks up to heaven.

Yes, there's actually a problem. The whole Marran-based adventurer has an impact problem. For this reason, the "Guardian's Balance" deviated from trying to move things around and was destroyed.

Even so,

"That's... shouldn't it be resolved between guilds and parties?

"Yeah. Somehow adventurers don't like the constraint from the unrelated, do they? If you are going to remain independent until then, you will have to deal with your own problems. That must be the guild for it."

The response was irrelevant and strained.

These aristocrats don't understand the nature of things. It seems to bracket the height that if you don't stimulate the demons lurking behind the tree sea and you're thinning out the shallow layers of demons, you'll be fine, but that's a mistake. It is too sweet a recognition if you try to make it the 'Great Scarlet Shield' you have made your name for in the West.

The essence of demons is hostility to all life. He is hostile to all who live in a world of light. Thus, from time to time, he leaves the dungeon, which is a dungeon, and strikes people, spreading fear and confusion. There is no way that such a monster has grown up in the back of the tree sea for so long. One day, it had always been decided to leave the woods and start attacking humans.

All the monsters that struck the West across the desert were. No matter how much abundant food there is in the habitat, it appears to attack humans even if it is thrown away. They are not animals tied to the rationale that ecosystems are food chains, etc. They are only demons, monsters who have gone out of the way of the world.

The Turius people, and the abandoned ones who are looking to occupy hunting grounds, lack an understanding of that. I don't even know when there will be a full-scale human raid by powerful demons. Yet it is not conceived, such as the spread of evil practices that could lead to a decline in the overall quality of the adventurers in the vicinity. I didn't know you could do that, but you must have risen in such a sweet region where you and the middle-aged adventurers could think of demons as prey to hunting. If anyone does that in the West, which is constantly threatened by demonic threats, Girard and the others are slaughtering it.

"... don't look so scared"

Girard and the others, who I don't know, can call me like that.

The Lord of Voices was a martial arts-style man close to Turius. He is an unwilling man with properly pruned dark hair, but he is the owner of a long and tight body. The outfit is aligned with good quality objects, but does not match the rough atmosphere that is created. Perhaps a generation of knights or something of ex-civilians taken up. It was common for martial officers to place more emphasis on strength than from their origins.

"It's a place we took to greet each other. You're never going to get that hard, customer."

"... excuse me"

Girard expresses his gratitude with courtesy.

but inside I was speculating on the strength of this man. A-rank adventurers are also mostly good at suppressing signs. In order to avoid being distracted from ambushes when dealing with powerful demons. Not to mention "The Great Scarlet Shield" comes from the western border, the kingdom's premier demonic realm. Not a lot of power, such as feeling the slightest killer it leaked.

"What about you?

"Oh, this is disrespectful of our minister. He's Dooey. This is my lead martial artist. Look, say hello."

"... it's Douye Schwartzer. Sorry I'm late to say hello. It's a pleasure to meet the prestigious A-rank Adventurer."

Dooe, urged by the Lord, bows his head like a hundred million bucks. Is he from Zanktogaren because of the sound of his last name? If so, it is something that some liked to come all the way from neighbouring countries to serve such a rural nobleman - a man who is also quite notorious.

"Well, yes... Mr. Dooey was also seen as a distinguished warrior."

It's Ninon who tells you to get back on your mind. It is an opportunity to change the subject that sprang up down where the awkward atmosphere persisted. I guess it's a belly build-up to get the place out of the way.

Then he snorted with a sense of self-derision.

"It's not that big a deal. I guess it's more like a cunt than you guys."

"Don't be too modest, Dooey. If you put it that way, I hired you, and you look like an idiot."

"... he is a former adventurer. Was the grade B at the time certain?"

It was Viktor who answered instead.

Speaking of B-ranks, he's a high-ranking adventurer in history. Zanktogaren, who has a lot of crusade requests, will make as much money as he can. From what I have seen, he is only a young man in his twenties. It's young enough to climb up to B. With experience and track record, there will also be eyes to promote to A-rank, over thirty or in front of them. It can be said that it is still too early to cut short the adventure and replace it with a noble minister.

"No, I think it's a fine thing, isn't it?

"Oh, yeah -"

And Girard said unto Ninon,

"- This is all the strength and the rumors I hear [Silver Wolf]. If we put it together and investigate the tree sea, there will be no curtain for us to come out."

I dropped a further bomb.

Ninon's expression freezes with a weak loving laugh.

"With that said, you don't see her hearing rumors. How'd it go?

Surprisingly, it's Goche who hears that.

I can't be ignorant of famous adventurer rumors because of how many "Scarlet Shields" are out of the border. If we move to our area of activity, we could be a tough competitor, and we could be a reliable ally.... and if you turn to the bad side, you may come to scratch this sleeping neck.

In that sense, the woman adventurer named Uni of Turius's enclosed [Silver Wolf] was famous, for better or worse. Young man in his early teens, and being a slave, he is amazing enough to be given two names on a special basis while being C-ranked. On the other hand, a lot of problematic actions have been taken, so much so that we cannot move ahead of C while we are being evaluated for strength. Horn your colleague to death for a loss. Those who could have rubbed it with hunting precedence, those who worked some disrespect, even raised it to a blood festival for a reason. It's like a bloodthirsty wolf. And the name whispered without any man is the beast cursed in silver.

Rumors also circulated last year and others that she is the hidden son of the Sara Count family, but it is gusset no matter what you think. There's no way there's such a countess. Assuming you're there, that would be the Count of Ovenil.

It was the nobleman Turius Shrounan Ovenil in front of him who kept him with a collar hanging on such a monstrous daughter.

"Are you talking about Uni? Well, she's busy too..."

The wolf owner does his gaze on the ceiling like he fell in love.

What a trick.

"Maybe, kill -"

"Gohon! Kehon! Eh! Eh! Uh, excuse me! Sudden cough!

Girard, who spoke of a gesture of looking up to heaven and a conclusion associated with the two names of the youth in front of him, is blocked by Ninon's deliberate cough.

Turius looked at them wonderfully like that.

"Oh, what's up?

"No, it's nothing, let it go, I just coughed up, so Cohon Cohon..."

"If you're not feeling well, shall I let you bring your medicine? If you want to see her, you can call her at last."

"Oh, don't worry..."

If you are normally just somewhere else, I want you to stop looking up deep in meaning, etc. Without even taking such an inner bite, Ninon apologizes for the act.

"Shall I return to it? Yeah, how come you don't explore the depths of the tree sea with Dooey and Uni, was it?

"Oh. He has a [Silver Wolf] who is also rated A-rank equivalent even though he is C-ranked. I don't think there's any shortage to get him to investigate."

"I'll tell you what."

Turius flickered his bitter smile.

"We're going to sit back and take care of that dungeon for the long term. At a common pace with the Adventurer Alliance, huh? Even if we force it only with the force this Marlan possesses in an attempt to resolve it quickly, you see, there's also the risk when it fails. In the unlikely event that Uni or Dooey is lost, it won't work as soon as possible."

"Cheng Cheng,"

In short, I guess that means you don't want to pick up chestnuts in the fire. I don't want to take choices that could damage my pawn. I'm not going to leave the dungeon. What is more, I want to somehow link this matter to profit.

It was a story of insects being too good. Angrily, things are largely going down the street at the convenience of this man. Turius has never cut a penny, and he has succeeded in bringing A-rank adventurers to the land.

"Well, that's a long story. How about a cup of tea?"

Girard and the others solidify the offer. As before, I was no longer in the mood to enjoy tea innocently in this mansion.

"Ah, boy... you were a troublesome guest, an adventurer."

Reception room after the guest returns. You no longer have to behave well. When I turn my shoulders and untie them, I hang them deep back on the couch.

"Good day, my lord"

"Yeah. And that's rare, Viktor. I didn't know you'd honestly work for me."

It's really unusual. A man like a walking canonical book stained with aristocratic spirits to the marrow of this bone, the first word he utters is what labor means. This must snow around tomorrow.

"Well, there are a few instruments that I would like to promote. We share the view that our guests were more troublesome than that."

"Phew...? It was such a problem, those guys."

And so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so Those guys are former peers to him, too. I can't help but want to put it on my shoulder for a few moments, but I'll always have trouble with that. He is also my minister, a fine man on the noble side, who received another knight's reign.

"That's a big problem. As for etiquette, we can grow up, and let's take a big look at it. But what does it mean to ring a political trail against a lord you just met? Besides, send a request to a high-ranking adventurer..."

"There's a little bit of a sense of money, isn't there? Assuming you move an A-rank Adventurer, you'll have to pay the Alliance quite a bit. There's no way Marlan could have that kind of savings until last year, is there?

It is. As surprising as it may seem, our territorial management is surprisingly turning around with cutlets. Anyway, it wasn't until I became lord that Marlan could get a decent tax. Until then, the public treasury is empty. The money accumulated by those former deputies in corruption will also be manageable to the extent that it supports the extravagant lives of individuals, but it won't be enough digits to make it a budget to allot territory. My personal property? I was kicked out of Wang Du by that brother, and I don't want you to think I was wrong to have a lot of money.

The fact that tax revenues have finally stabilized lately, mine operations and potion sales are on track, and I took a breather. Negative turns to positive, and it won't be long.

You can hire one A-rank Adventurer party, or maybe four B-rank parties out of that? Something is really wrong.

"If you can't afford to spend like that, you won't have enough budget to turn to other policies. Even if we hadn't done the town expansion we're working on from the beginning."

"Before that, difficulty just happens to fly out of the center. Evidence of disturbing attempts to bring enough force to slaughter dragons into their territory - etc. My brother, who got rid of you last year, you and that old man, he's going to do it, right?

"If you say so, yes."

Dooey hams, etc., and roars reluctantly.

The folks at "The Scarlet Shield" are only dull about how they see their adventurers. Being alive hunting monsters means they are more monsters than monsters themselves. If you try to move that on your own volition, you'll be imprisoned for political smugness about what's going on. The greatest significance of power lies in the control of violence. It is not pleasant for those in power, such as individuals arbitrarily moving humanity's greatest violence, such as A-rank adventurers. If that's by an individual who is at odds with central politics, then it's even worse.

Viktor's lecture continues

"So we waited until we took a joint pace with the Adventurer Guild and said we wanted to move the A-rank Adventurer out of their side. And when they do..."

"Ha, sounds like you hated me a lot, Oi?

"I didn't hate you. To be honest, I don't originally like the race of adventurers. I'm sorry about you and the Chief Maid."

"Oh?"

I heard something unexpected about this. I thought the guy Viktor hated was about the Marquis Lavalle or me who took the liberty of smearing his brain miso.

"What, the adventurer is basically a drifter? That's why I can't take taxes. It's something you're screaming about not being tied to the land and being an independent step to freedom, so you don't have the heart to submit to the law. Good for meritocracy and the code of loss to death, there is enough quarrel around town to cause people to die... so that only force is in the realm of unattainable soldiers, etc. For the ruling side, it's like a monster."

For the record, he's right. I can't take taxes from adventurers. For once, the Alliance Branch, which is placed in the municipality, takes the form of indirect tax payments, but it is somewhat suspicious how honest they are. Most people refuse to protect their confidentiality to their shields, even if they ask to have their books audited. If the client's information is lost, there will be no choice because trends such as aristocracy and luxury stores will be cleared up. But a taxpayer whose money flow is opaque is not a welcome presence for a lord or country.

"Tough hands... adventurers are demons who look just like people, a parable I hear a lot"

"Yeah, well said. Because there are common natural enemies of mankind, demons, such as armed forces that do not obey their countries and lords, and they are allowed to exist for the first time. Assuming the monster is extinct, the next target to be eradicated will be the adventurer."

Dooey, who listens, puts on his arms and thinks about it. I guess it illuminates Viktor's theories and his own experiences. It's almost his second year as a martial artist under me. [M] And this is the first year an adventurer has arrived in the territory. Now in a position to lead a soldier to maintain law and order, he will not have broken a bone once or twice in his adventurous rubbing.

"Adventurer's harm, huh? Kitty... I never thought about it when I was just waving my sword."

"The honest thing about saying that is your beauty. Just don't get me wrong. I don't like adventurers who are disturbing elements, and there's nothing else in Lord Dooey."

Viktor says that to comfort him.

Honestly, it would be a gift of more common sense sensibility. Opinions through the muscles play carefully and strive to digest within themselves. It's obvious, but it's difficult because it's obvious. A sense of balance like Dooe is a valuable quality, especially since my forces have many holders of various biased values.

While I prefer my "work," I sip the tea left in the cup.... It was completely cold. Well, if I leave it, I drink it because I don't have any body, but I want to re-mouth it instead of freshly brewed.

"Uni, please replace me"

"Yes, now"

When I spoke, she immediately appeared beside me.

Neither Dooe nor Viktor will be more surprised now. They are already used to the immortality of the Uni. In addition, this time, I knew where I had been since the beginning.

"Master, if you can, please do not follow with your eyes where I was lurking"

That's what she says as she pours tea into my cup.

"Hmm? Was I doing that?

"Oh, you were. During the meeting, my gaze was on the ceiling a few times."

It is Dooey who points out specifically.

Oh, my God. I accidentally cover my eyes with my hands.

"Ahhh, I was totally unconscious... awkward, maybe they noticed too"

"I was wondering if that wasn't there. I was only alert to my presence."

If Uni says so, maybe he does.

What I did was a boring mistake. Were you a little nervous? Sometimes I put more heat on researchers than conspiracy measures these days. There was a lot of relaxation. Though it was good because this time they didn't notice, if this was during a darkening with my brother or Marquis Lavalle, it could have been an irrevocable loss.

"Hold on, you're something that won't be noticed. It's A-rank over there, plus it's even wild."

"Probably because the killing didn't leak. There were a few dangerous places along the way."

"As much as your Excellency has been protested, please don't kill him. If people were dead each time, it would just happen to spread notoriety, wouldn't it?

Yes, Uni has been monitoring this meeting for a long time, hiding from the four "Scarlet Shields". No, no, no, no, no, no. Before the meeting started, I've been watching from the moment they were indulgent in this room, from the way Viktor brought me here.

As Dooey said earlier, lurk behind the ceiling.

Anyway, those guys are armed, even if they're A-rank adventurers. In the unlikely event that you have assumed the role of assassin through someone, I am in danger. Even if you are solidifying yourself in various defensive costumes. So if they showed a suspicious bareback, it was instantly a step in which Uni would ambush them from the ceiling.

Besides that,

"The customer - especially that wildfire - has never set something up in this mansion."

"Huh? That's good, that's a relief."

They were also prevented from planting bugging costumes and so on.

"Aren't you a little too nervous? High-ranking adventurers have a high temper. I don't think they're gonna hire me to be an assassin or an interstate."

"What are you talking about, Dooey? An adventurer came last year."

What I'm referring to is a C-rank party called The Green Regiment. They were hired by Wang Du's brother, and they stunningly hung this piece of work and rolled it in smoke. But if you can't do it in C, there is no chance that your brothers will simply think of it as A this time.

If you trust A-rank to open your chest collar indefensibly, now is the time to succeed... you can have any idea.

"First, if you can cross the world with only arms and looks, why is society revolving around the royal aristocracy? The cleric's sister at that party worked so hard she couldn't rub it with us. Don't turn your nobles against your enemies."

"So you're saying that even though it's A-rank, it can sometimes be kept by nobles?

"Oh, yeah. Justice in power, money, courtesy, brother-in-law... there are elements in the world that you can't ignore just because of your strength as an adventurer. It's business that noblemen are the merchants who roll these things with their hands. Even though it is an A-rank party, there are many ways to wear a collar. In the first place, the Adventurers Guild itself is tied to the Canales Merchants. If you think about it, there's not a single adventurer in the world who hasn't dyed anyone's color.... Well, this time it seemed worrying."

Nevertheless, I have no intention of forgiving the adventurers in the future. Viktor is right, because they are potentially disturbing molecules who are unwilling to accept our control from the beginning.

No, in the first place, I can only trust those who brainwashed me and made me swear complete obedience.

"Rather than that, no nobleman would be more incompatible with adventurers than His Excellency. Anyway, you're the one who made that dungeon. If it comes to light, adventurers from all over the continent will fly for your neck."

Viktor says terrible things too. Well, it's true, so I can't help it. I am the only one who has converted the Great Tree Sea into a dungeon as a ranch for lab walls and monsters for materials. Despite the seeds of commerce of the adventurers, monsters are common enemies of mankind. There is no reason to forgive the man who runs the dungeon, which is the dungeon.

I answer to the minister's hard opinions with only laughter and mouth to tea. I'm sorry it got cold again because the corner uni brewed me. The warm liquid was swallowed into the back of his throat, savoring it carefully.

...... oh, yummy.

"Dear treat, uni.... Well, let's go"

"Yes, sir"

Put the cup on the saucer and I'll walk out with her.

"My lord, which way are you going?

"What are you talking about, Viktor? Guests are courtesy of their hosts to entertain their guests.

People often tell me I'm impolite, but I have a lot of common sense. So until we follow it properly.

"He says he wants to go over there, not just this way. We need to get ready for a welcome."