Sevens

When the game was over and the Alliance officials called me in, I had a brief explanation at the reception.

The first day of registering the East Branch on the platform caused a scene with other adventurers, so it seems to be strict caution.

I'm not convinced, but from the Alliance side, they didn't have the option to say anything to me.

I, the representative of the party, sit face to face with [Tanya], the guild clerk at the reception.

The other companions were waiting in a coffee shop called a rest stop in the guild. I guess we didn't even have to talk about all eight of them.

A slender Tanya looks at me and finishes the report with a little shudderness.

Airhardt was told that he would be given strict attention after being taken into the Alliance's infirmary and left at rest for a while.

"Ha, it's definitely better that way. And, Lyle, I understand that you got involved because I checked the situation."

Yet I protest that you will receive strict attention.

"Then I need to be very careful..."

"Yes."

Tanya, who ran out of clarity, keeps the paperwork and cleans it on her desk when she finishes writing the report as it is.

Looks like a kick-ass guy. When he lifted the right end of the glasses with his fingertips and repositioned them, he kept an eye on me.

"We make one of our party members look prominent. Was it an automaton? It is true that her fitness caught my eye. Few adventurers act like you, Airhardt, to sell fights within your guild, but there are a certain number of adventurers who go out by malicious means. And not inexperienced adventurers, but powerful adventurers."

If you ask, a certain number of malicious adventurers exist.

However, there are very few such adventurers in the morning.

They act active because they are often asleep in the morning anyway due to a lot of nights.

Still, definitely not.

"Sometimes they're bad, then they don't go through. In fact, parties like yours are easy to attract problems to. Be careful as a leader."

As I argue, I still decide to snort that it was my responsibility as well.

Then Tanya kept checking the guild card information and checking our previous ratings.

"... you have a period of time available from Aramsarth. But there's a line of high ratings. You can also take part in a labyrinth crusade in the near future."

When I heard what Tanya said, I snapped my neck that I hadn't heard it in the briefing.

When I asked, Mr. Tanya freaked out a little.

"Didn't you know? The East Branch is famous because it takes travel time, naturally, but the benefits exist. Otherwise, the adventurers won't get together. The great benefit of this is the crusade of the Labyrinth."

The labyrinth managed in the free city of Beim is naturally forbidden to crusade.

Apparently there are idiots trying to try during the deepest part of the day, but such adventurers are erased by [sweepers] called cleaners.

In other words, in a community-based fashion, there are extremely few opportunities to challenge between the deepest. It meant that they did not obtain rare metals or treasures.

From the treasure balls, a third generation of voices is heard.

"Is the benefit a labyrinth crusade,? Surely you can't crusade a controlled labyrinth, and it's a great advantage to get rare metals and treasures. '

The fourth generation still makes doubtful voices.

'But you didn't hear it in the briefing. Maybe there's a reason. "

Indeed.

That's what I heard.

"… does that mean anyone can challenge?

Mr. Tanya shook his head small to the side.

"No. This one also sends in multiple parties with some strength. When you do, you're going to send in a party that really appreciates you. However, if a labyrinth is discovered, the East Branch has a mechanism whereby requests come around as a top priority. There are a few such requests a year in other branches."

(A few a year? Is that so little? No, should I think of it as a lot? I don't really know what's going on around here.)

I heard that, the seventh generation said it in disgust.

'I mean, I can't challenge you if you're not highly rated,' he said. So it depends on the guild's rating '?

When you look at me with a smile like Mr. Tanya made, you tell him as he is.

"Highly regarded adventurers are welcome. Be a great adventurer here."

This would mean doing the work that comes around and raising the guild's ratings.

The Alliance should also look at our tendency to accomplish requests and assign jobs.

I wouldn't go around making a bad request, but I still think of the merit of crusading the labyrinth.

(Naturally, the crusade of the labyrinth yields treasures and rare metals between the deepest parts. The adventurer parties that are asked to crusade are the ones who are getting a certain rating from the Alliance. Reliable, but strong competitors at the same time?)

For me to possess more than one skill, a labyrinth crusade is also a place where I can achieve more than I can.

Moving from the East Branch to the other branches may have bigger disadvantages.

(Even here, you can challenge the labyrinth managed by Baym. So far, I'm right to work here)

If you look at some disadvantages, this was certainly a convenient guild for me.

I stood up from the chair and apologized straight to Mr. Tanya.

"I'll do my best to meet my expectations. And I apologize for the noise today. I'm sorry."

Tanya, who laughs at Couscous, says, taking off her glasses.

"Even from officials, it was like reading in a book. It was interesting. Lyell, you've been quite a celebrity since your first day."

When I smiled and said, "I'm sad," I walked away with a bitter laugh.

That day.

Back at the inn, I was alone until dinner.

To fly awareness within the treasure balls and train with the sixth generation, one of the historical masters.

In the memory room of the sixth generation, I was facing each other with a weapon.

If I thought it was a room I'd seen, it was a mansion room where I learned swordsmanship.

The training ground is also an indispensable room for the Walt family with an emphasis on martial arts.

"You haven't changed for a long time."

Saying so while looking around.

'There's no reason to change it bizarre. As long as the battlefield doesn't change dramatically. "

Weapons, tactics, and magic...

It was the sixth generation's opinion that something groundbreaking appeared on them and that the training ground would remain the same unless the sight of the battlefield changed.

Battle Axe. The sixth generation to set up Halvard was laughing at me.

"Oddly enough, the Airhardt kid and I are the same type. Come on, what do we do!

I know you want to call it a power type, but the sixth generation doesn't possess physical enhancement skills. Even if it can be used, it should only be able to be used [full-over] in the early stages of the first generation.

However, Halvard, with a large axe attached to the spear, can poke, slash, and so on.

Interment is also wider than the Great Sword, then the opponent is the sixth generation with plenty of experience in action, not Airhardt.

Besides, how much you've fought human opponents.

They stood up and moved to circle each other. If you wait to attack me, or to flush out your opponent's attack, the sixth generation will storm at me.

"Quick!

The sixth generation, like the first, has a giant and privileged body.

Such a sixth generation will storm out Halvard.

More intimidating and compelling than airhardt, let's back down and recieve - no, I try to avoid it.

'Sweet. Sweet!

I avoided the tip of the protruding Halvard, but scratched my left shoulder when the axe part pulled.

I thought I touched it lightly, but it was more deeply decided than I thought.

Blood erupts, and the sixth generation wields Halvard with one arm with the pattern longer as he tries to take the distance.

"Such a force!

'I told you. He said it's the same power type!

When Halvard is beaten to the ground, the dust rises and the feeling of even an earthquake strikes me.

Confused, now the sixth generation, with the pattern shortened, approaches.

I felt like a provocation when we were about to meet in time for the Sabel, and I immediately stuck out the Sabel.

Sixth generation tilting his head to the left avoided, but he tried to slash the sixth generation neck muscle as he diagonally pulled the blade's orientation.

But...

"... is that so?

"If you grab it, you won't get away with it, will you? Then, to this extent, it's a routine tea meal!

The sixth generation, who held the blade of the sabel with his left hand, waves a halvard in his right hand.

I let go of the sabel and take the distance, but the sixth generation that came forward threw the sabel far away and stuck my left arm out and grabbed my chest barn and lifted it.

I have a physique, and I deserve it - no, lifted with more force than that, I can be slapped straight to the ground.

'I didn't slap him from head to ground on a boulder, but it would have hurt enough, wouldn't it?

I'm free, I'm up and running.

I got my back slapped to the ground and couldn't breathe. And even physical surgery did not extend to the sixth generation.

Too different physique. Even if my skills were higher than those of the sixth generation, my opponents would lose if they were that skilled.

There was no stray before that.

"Lyell, you're still lost with your human opponent."

I was told to open my right hand. And that's where the servel appeared, so he grabbed the pattern and set it up.

The pain has already been removed and it is back to normal as if there were no injuries or anything.

"I don't even know how familiar I am with boulders. There's resistance to pointing weapons at you."

The sixth generation laughs.

'I care too much about that. Killing won't kill you, so don't worry, give it all you can. Besides... you can't beat me with all your strength'

I get angry when they say it, so I use my skills, which are my wife's.

He used the first generation of skills [full-burst] that multiplied his abilities and protruded his sabel in the sixth generation.

But now the sixth generation dumped his left hand. When you take the sabel blade with your left hand, naturally, you push it through.

Still, the sixth generation was laughing. When I grabbed the sabel so I wouldn't let it go, the blood on my left hand hit my face.

On purpose, the sixth generation was moving to do so, spreading the wound.

"Blindfold!"

When my vision is prevented, I try to find out what my opponent is doing with my skills.

But the second, fifth, and sixth generation -.

There was no way I was the enemy in the sixth generation when it came to exploring their movements.

They poke me through a moment of agitation......

'Though I would have told you a second generation! He said it only makes sense to use your skills! It's assholes who use their skills to provoke them!

He shook the belly part of the axe down his head, and I fell to the ground.

The sixth generation takes on Halvard on his shoulder and begins preaching.

'Look, you could have ranged and magically attacked me. Of course, we'll take care of this, but you can use your second-generation skills to the final stages. If you fight at a distance, there's still a possibility -'

I get up flirtatious, I look at the sixth generation.

- What's the matter?

"No, it was a less conspicuous sixth generation, but I thought it was surprisingly strong"

You care about yourself, too, you've been swinging a Halvard pattern down my head.

"It's not conspicuous! Other faces are thick! Normal I don't stand out because of that."

The sixth generation is usually strong.

(I know it's not normal, but compared to others...)

It's not like a third generation to flirt and fight.

Like other historical principals, they don't fight habitual battles, but they're usually strong.

I've never fought first- or second-generation directly, but they both have habits of fighting.

The second generation and other weapons are bows. The melee is tough, but if the place is a forest or something, it's fear.

The first generation will wield the Great Sword to the best of their power, but that should already be the level of storms and storms.

As a result, my assessment of the sixth generation is' normally strong '.

"Ha, that's it for today"

When the sixth generation told me I was kind of depressed, I was outside the sixth generation memory room when the servel I had in my hand disappeared.

In a conference room with a round table, the fourth generation seemed to be waiting for me.

"Lyell, it's dinner time. Nowem is here to wake you up '

I try to get back as soon as I hear it, but the fourth generation held me back. "Wait a minute," he said, looking up at the ceiling.

"What is it?

I looked up at the ceiling, too, and there was Nowem's face.

He's peeking into something, touching it with his hands.

"... you're touching me. Or was that how you saw the outside?

The fourth generation shakes its neck to the side.

"It can be Lyell's vision, and it can be seen from the treasure balls this way. Most of all, both consume Lyell's magic."

It's bearable now, but it was really awful when I just had the treasure ball. When the Historical Lord made a scene, it was as if I had lost my magic and collapsed immediately.

"So, what are you waiting for?

The fourth generation looks up at the ceiling.

"... Nowem is laughing at your face. Maybe we can stay like this for a while. '

If you look up at the ceiling, Nowem does smile.

Looks like you're touching my face.

"Then don't even pretend you slept unconscious..."

Then the fourth generation.

'That's right. Something tells me I saw a treasure ball when I came into the room. A little... Nowem, I think you might still have something to hide. I wanted to tell you that.'

Hearing the fourth generation's opinion, I looked up at the ceiling in a conference room with a round table.

He felt a little nervous watching Nowem smile reflected there.