Riot Grasper

- In the morning, the sunlight ravages the room by breaking through the window forcefully.

Sleeping in a bed situated on an extension line between the sun and the window, I was, of course, burned in the sunlight.

I have confirmed that Pasqum also has a bell tower to tell you the time, but I didn't know that would happen before I let you know 6: 00 in the morning...

... Ooh, ooh.

Did Mr. Arnold really reveal the night in his chair, moving his neck up and down in disdain?

As I crawled out of bed, I looked back at you for signs.

"Good Morning"

"It's morning..."

That's all Mr. Arnold confirms, putting the chair back in and then heading to his bed.

As it were, I snored and fell asleep.

I approach the window and look out.

The port town of Pasquum has a town built on terrain eroded by sea water.

As a result, a gentle slope exists from the seaside towards land.

Situated on a high altitude slightly away from the sea, this inn overlooks the port town that stretches beneath your eyes.

The mirrored sea reflected the light of the sun and inadvertently narrowed his eyes.

"Sometimes it's good to get up early."

Until the sun came out of the horizon completely, I watched bawl without doing anything in particular.

Coming... Rising Sun!

- Six bells, ringing in the harbour town.

The rim moved around the three or four rings, stretching out her torso.

The beast man is a human being, separate from the cats and wolves of the beast... and was stabbed with a nail by Mr. Arnold, but Rim's trick is so cat-like. The expression uuuuuuuuuuuuu firms up.

"Oh, dear."

"... good morning"

Finish a brief greeting and observe Rim's face.

Yeah...... sounds ok.

Rim, who had no reason to know how to look like my mother like that, came out of bed with his neck tied.

"- Dad, it's morning. Wake up."

Rim trying to rock and wake Yusayusa and Mr. Arnold.

For a moment, I thought I'd stop it, but when I decided I should keep quiet, I would observe the situation silently.

"... yeah? Oh... sorry. At this age, it's hard to get a morning."

I learned of my father's greatness in his extravaganza.

When breakfast is served on the ground floor of the inn, tell everyone that Mr. Bace has confirmed yesterday at the guild.

"It's about the oak that attacked me yesterday, but you seem to be getting a crusade request on Pasqum's guild. These days, when they show up on the streets frequently, they're attacking people. The cause is unknown, but you should be very careful going home."

I see. Those four crusade rewards... you didn't get it.

"For once, I got a request. As long as there is a crusade proof site, it is possible to process it with a Melbail guild. Until the cause is known, they will always treat it as a request."

This kind of thing, Mr. Bace is a good official.

Well, I doubt the body of the oak I left rolling on the side of the road remains safe.

After getting ready to leave at the inn, I will accompany Mr. Bato to the mall as planned.

Since we were already just loading up, after the goods were handily placed in the carriage, we said goodbye to the port town of Pascum and left for Melbail.

- Proceed smoothly down the street, this time walking with a view of the Great Forest to the right.

Arnold, who was escorting the right of the carriage, pulls his sword out of the sheath of his hips to show his vigilance when it's time to plug it into the place where the oak struck him yesterday.

"... something's coming"

I look out for the woods, too, with a bazellard.

- There are two shadows that popped up.

It's not a demon.

Is it a bandit...?

For nervousness or a fist holding the sword adds more strength.

But the first voice wasn't 'I'm gonna peel you off' or anything.

"Shit, help! I need your help!

Well...... apparently there have been disturbing signs.

The person coming for help squeezed out his voice gasping as if he'd forgotten to breathe before.

"Buh, buh, blah... fellow, one, not yet..."

A pair of men. Status makes us both adventurers.

Rank D + in rank C.

But Mr. Arnold, who doesn't loosen his guard, pokes his sword at both of us.

Coming down from your stand and approaching the two without alarm, Mr. Bace first asked the two of them to present their identity cards.

... Oh, you mean that.

I decided they were adventurers, but I couldn't abandon the possibility that they were a bunch of bandits.

I might as well alarm you with lies.

The two take a chest guild card and bring up their names and ranks.

That doesn't respond to anything other than himself, so being an adventurer would have proven himself.

Mr. Arnold, too, put his sword there.

"Excuse me. What's the matter, sir?

"Oh, we're here to crusade the oak with our people. Go into the woods... have an oak... then all of a sudden, he's... a blood-aug..."

"What... what...?

Mr. Bace lurked his eyebrows without hiding them.

Let's just say it was the first look I saw.

"Why is there a Blood Aug here... flowing? Their food is oak... no way the oak was out on the streets... they chased the address..."

Next to Mr. Bace, who whines like a solitaire, two adventurers ask with their voices trembling.

"Hey, hey, does anyone among you have an arm that can defeat Brad Auga? One of my buddies got away on the way..."

"Everyone here is in the process of taking a promotion exam to Rank D. Brad Auga is such a monster that Rank B adventurers crusade for more than one…"

So cut the word, Mr. Bace, once lightly pays for the short spear in his hand.

"Alone, it could be tough"

Bay...... Mr. S?

"All of you, take Mr. Bato and hurry away from here. Your adventurers will return to Pascum and report to the Alliance immediately."

Push up the glasses and give such instructions.

"Oh...... if you successfully complete Mr. Bato's escort request, you will all pass the promotion exam. Please go through the formal process in Melbail."

…………

"... this is a life-saving if possible. If it's dangerous, I'll wrap my tail around it and run away... then please don't tell the guild, okay?

At the same time, he rushes in the direction the adventurer points to.

Oh, my God... you just relaxed on your stand...

"- Oh man... that guy is clumsy in a weird place too. What are you gonna do when the examiner's gone?"

As we looked at each other, it was Mr. Arnold who vomited those words.

Tighten your mouth after making sure to scratch your ears.

"Sage will escort the carriage with Rim, while you continue down the street."

"... What about Mr. Arnold?

"I will bring the examiner back."

"Huh...... hey!?"

The mighty beast also disappeared into the woods, saying so.

What do you think...?

This situation.

Mr. Bace, equivalent of rank B, I don't think it would be okay if Arnold was with me who was crossing that reciprocally......

We can't leave Mr. Bato here alone, of course, and we should keep going.

There should be an accommodation in a while, so I'll wait for the two of you to return there...?

I captured a shadow moving to the edge of my vision where I thought so much, reaching out unexpectedly.

"- Where are you going... rim"

Grab Rim's arm as he tries to follow and pull back.

... I don't know how you feel, but I don't.

But Rim is the weakest of us, no matter what you say.

I can't let you go, I can't.

"Do it... if anything happens to my father... me...!

Slurry out of his palm, shot into his slightly tearful eyes and loose, Rim stares at my hand only for a moment for some reason.

- Thank you.

- A word now... what does that mean?

The soft feeling I felt on my hands last night.

After one night, it's not out yet.

What the hell did the girl who thanked her and followed her?

Holding my fist calms my confused mind and takes a deep breath only once.

It was oddly at the same time that I turned to Mr Bato and Mr Bato raised his voice as if it had fallen between them.

"Whoa, what I did was I forgot to buy one item that I was going to purchase at Pascum. You two adventurers there are going back to Pascum now, aren't you? Then let me accompany you."

"Oh, oh..."

"So long, Mr. Sage. Unfortunately, the request for escort is pending until the examiner returns."

In a deliberate courtesy, Mr. Bato flips the carriage and hurries along with the foot adventurer towards Pasqum.

Um... come on guys, you look too good.

In just a moment, I'm the only one in the street that's been in a potpound.

I was just seriously trying to make a request.

... Exactly this... I guess I'll have to go.

A leg recovered enough by sleeping overnight to kick off the ground hard.

The way ahead, of course - the woods.

Not yet... I can catch up.