Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Between guests on the ground floor of the Laseheima residence.

Built on a pure white marble tone, the beautiful hall was a reputable place for everyone who visited it to be enchanted.

If you patronize your gaze, you'll see numerous wall paintings depicting the dragons of the Divine Age and their battle with men. If you raise your gaze, there's a graceful chandelier. Looking further up, the ceiling painting gave a majestic impression and looked down at the whole room. The marble of the pillars also runs gold spots on a special, smooth white stone skin. Beautiful women scraped out by such columns are the likeness of the spirits of each attribute. The carpet laid on the floor was a composite use of yarn produced from more than fifty species of demons and plants, combining walking comfort as if walking in the heavens with beauty utilizing subtle color changes.

Exactly the ultimate in luxury. Guess there's no more room to entertain guests.

Unfortunately, however, it was currently used during this reception in a way that was out of its original purpose.

A round table is located in the middle of the hall.

The round table was provided with four seats to surround all sides.

Three men are filling their seats.

Spectacular, middle-aged, youth, and brilliantly the generations were fragmented men.

Given that this is between the guests, it's impossible, but not even a glass of water is placed in front of the men. But the men now accepted it for granted, too.

"- Is that woman still here! How long the hell are you gonna keep me waiting!

It was the tall, magnificent man who raised his voice in frustration. A wavy redhead mixed with white, wrapped in a white coat of law, he is the 'Bishop Saya Methanica' who stands at the top of this Episcopal Church in Berg.

"Who are you asking, then? There's no way we know."

The man who answered coldly is young. If you do poorly, it looks like you're a teenager, and if you quote high, it won't reach the mid-twenties. Her face was as beautiful as a woman's, and her mouth with a cold smile emitted a different colour as if she were a whore. But he's definitely a man because there's no swelling in his chest peeking through a gap in clothes that resembles a kimono, and he can only confirm tight muscles.

He was the master of the Berg Adventurers Guild, Liv of the [Thousand Swords], that person.

"... no one is asking you!

"Ha, ha."

Liv throws his legs wrapped in skinny leather pants on a round table and plays with one of the six daggers raised on his hips spinning like a pen in his hand. That careless and unscrupulous attitude did not look very much like a person in a responsible position: the Alliance Master, and the bandits were also scumbags and such.

Sitting dignified in his chair, Saya Metanica stares at Liv with her blues on her temples. Liv was smiling unchanged and coldly as he grasped such a glance.

The disturbing air emitted by the two of them caught the mouth of the other man who remained.

"Hey, hey! I know it's hard to wait, but let's just calm down, okay? Right?

With a cold sweat, this middle-aged man with a loving laugh on both sides is the master of the Berg Commercial Guild, Moriano.

"Because I think it's time you were already here. Yeah, yeah."

Saya Metanica turns an uncomfortable glance at Moriano, who wipes her face with a handkerchief with more luxury.

"Why do you have to wait for such a woman in the first place? It's not necessary to be at the head of a Chamber of Commerce."

"That being said, she is also the name of the Auvel family... because we are in a position to let this place be used"

To the persuasion as he wiped Moriano's sweat, Humph and Saya Metanica snorted, the door between the guests opened.

"- Oh, you're aligned. I think I've kept you waiting."

When I walked into the room, I said that in a sweet voice without being a little worse, early teenagers and bumpy girls.

It is the master of this hall, Laseheima.

She was usually able to follow even one of the maids, but now she was alone.

Because only a very limited number of people are currently allowed to enter during this reception.

When Laseheima got to her seat, all four sides of the round table were filled.

To the north of the round table is the Episcopal Church Bishop Sayyametanica.

To the south is the Adventurer Alliance Master [Thousand Swords] Liv.

Commercial Guildmaster Moriano to the west.

And to the east, he became president of the Lazeheima Chamber of Commerce and the Ovell family name Lazeheima.

Gathered here are the rulers who rule the demonic mining city of Berg.

This was, if I may say so, Berg's seat at the 'top talks'.

"Thank you for coming together so often during your busy schedule. First, as a commercial guild master..."

"Precedents are good. That shouldn't be the case."

Liv cuts and throws away where Moriano walks in from greeting.

"... right. Now, I know it's already in your ears, but Sefina, the Three Felonies, is coming to this city."

"What's the purpose?

and Saya Metanica. Slightly nervous is seeping into my voice.

"Unknown at the moment...... but being southbound could mean going into 'Great Bridge'"

"You mean we're headed to the front?

"Yeah, Sefina must have had some service experience. I was wondering if it was likely."

"So Berg just goes too far, huh?

"Probably," continued Moriano to the confirmed Saya Metanica. Seeing those two, Lazeheima was laughing at Couscous about what was funny.

Liv pinches his mouth there.

"You're not."

Moriano gets stuck in words in terminal denial. He was staring at Liv with the eye that Sayer Metanica wouldn't hide his grump more than he was denied for some reason.

"... what do you mean?

"Before I got here, I heard from Rosolique's guild. The aim of Three Felonies Red is a merchant named Mirialdo."

Liv's words loosened the field air only slightly.

The excessive force in Moriano's shoulder fell out and the severity of Sayer Metanica's gaze was soft. Only Laseheima still has a delightful grin.

"Miriardo? I don't know. Who?"

"I'm not from Berg. Slave traders working around Rosolique."

"I see it's him..."

Moriano looks slightly bitter. The commerce of slaves is inherently under the jurisdiction of commercial guilds, but under the influence of the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce monopolizing the market, slaves are poorly spinning and prices soaring around Berg.

"But why because 'Three Ferocious Red' targets the slave traders?

Liv answered Moriano's question.

"It was too much."

"Too much?

"He said dark slaves were a problem around Rosolique. So, the request for a resolution was in the guild. That happened to catch the eye of The Three Ferocious Reds. Well, if you say you deserve it, then you're a luckless bastard."

Liv smiles coldly as he says.

"I see. I've heard of Sefina as an odd red name to act as an adventurer among the 'Three Ferocious Red'... is that what you mean"

In contrast to Moriano, who nods as convinced, Saya Metanica lifts her eyebrows.

"Red name acts as an adventurer...... ⁉ “ Why such absurdity goes all the way! What's the Adventurer Alliance doing?

"There are things in the world that are annoying. I'm glad you're smart."

At Liv's provocation, Moriano quickly cracked in between them before the increasingly angry Saya Metanica yelled back.

"My lord bishop, the matter is not the essence of this story, so we shall see you later. Lord Liv, are you currently able to capture the opponent's movements? Including Myrialdo."

"No. Apparently Rosolique personnel were almost killed, including scouts, and I don't know the detailed move. This is a bad time, too. I can't even find much information because I've almost paid for my good arm. If you let him out halfway, he'll just die."

"Hmm. They're usually the ones I can't use while I'm exaggerating my powers."

"If that's what you think, why don't you let even the Holy Knight out there?

"You idiot. Why should I send out the Holy Knight for every red name? We have a more valuable mission."

"Ha, until this time holy affairs is too difficult to weep"

That was obvious irony, but rather naturally, Saya Metanica strained her chest. Liv flaunts his shoulder without treatment.

"Anyway, we also have to think about the possibility that they've already broken into the city more than they've been able to grab their move. Then there could be a full-scale confrontation."

When Moriano says so, a constant silence flows.

And three men turned their gaze to Laseheima at the same time.

Sayer Metanica opens her mouth on behalf of Laseheima, who was watching the story change.

Can you use Dragon Destroyer?

Dragon extermination formation. There were definite expectations of Saya Metanica's words.

"You say weird things. When and where did the dragon come out?

"[Tenryu's beloved son] would also be a dragon in a broad sense"

"Only in the Episcopal Church can such a trick pass."

"… you"

Saiyametanica gave a peek at the true anger she didn't even show Liv in her disdain for the Episcopal Church.

Moriano broke in,

"Is it really impossible?

And I was forced to continue talking.

It is not arbitration. Not if you're rubbing it.

"It's not impossible. He says he won't do it."

When Laseheima said it out cold, the colour of disappointment did come to the faces of the three men, whatever the difference in degrees.

"... It's a crisis in Berg. Could you manage to bend it?

To Moriano, whom I sincerely ask, Lazeheima had a creepy grin that did not resemble the beauty of nitari and white.

Having seen that grin properly from the front, Moriano had something cold flowing down his spine.

The same merchants, they get along with her for a long time, but I can't read her thoughts at all from the beginning of the encounter. Even now, possibly she intends to destroy Berg, etc., the unlikely idea came to mind.

Knowing or not the inside of such Moriano, Lazeheima laughed couscous.

"What's wrong......!

Sayer Metanica throws up and throws up just saying it's uncomfortable.

In contrast, the Laseheima

"Hey, you idiots."

And he spinned a beautiful voice, just like he ate a heartbreaker.

"You don't need a dragon exterminator. There's an easier way."

"What?

"Is [Tenryu's beloved son] moving for a purpose? Then you just have to fulfill that purpose."

The word stops the air in the field once. Eventually, Liv snorted like he was bored. Did Saya Metanica convince you or say nothing more?

Only Moriano, with a cold sweat,

"I don't agree with that as my guild."

and differed,

"Is it a crisis in Berg? Shouldn't we bend it?"

With his words coming back as they were, Moriano couldn't say anything more.

Laseheima hung up the corner of her mouth delightfully.

Thus the response to Sefina in the demonic mining city of Berg was decided.