Sevens

Oh, my God.

I just opened the door and saw a surprise.

"Oh, are you a guest? Seeing as it's not Lark, you don't look like a user... He doesn't put men around him. When you do, have you come to rescue me?

A dignified woman in front of you. And around it were two ladies refraining.

The red-purple hair hid one eye, and a few sticks to his cheek. It seems to be a little sweaty, but it doesn't smell special in the room.

There are torture instruments lined up around the three women, the third generation who saw one of them.

"That was at home, too."

He said, etc. The fifth generation is silent.

……

The seventh generation looked like he didn't know what to say when he saw the other woman [Ludmila Kartavs].

"It's really grand. I do... but what is this situation? I didn't imagine this on the boulder."

There is no reason to be surprised by the seventh generation. At any rate, Mr. Ludmila was dressed in rounded clothes with a body line that tied her hands and feet to black restraints. The perfect piece of clothing is fitted with a belt.

The problem is not just the outfit.

"Oh, um... what's that look like?

When I made the point, Mr. Ludmila laughed lightly.

"Whoa, I'm sorry. It's not my hobby. That's what Lark's guy makes me look dirty. Hey, I don't need you anymore, so untie me."

The two ladies are going to remove the apparatus that was holding Mr. Ludmila. Ludmila, who was posing as an obscene fit, was not shy enough to talk to me.

I was turning my neck if my body hurt and moving my body gently. Every time he moves, Michi and his clothes are making noises.

"Um, why are you so good when you can take it off?

I ask questions. There was no hostility towards the other person, on the contrary, the indication that the skill informs showed the blue indicating friendship.

"What, because it's his hobby. Sometimes, I have trouble coming as I recall. If you're coming here regularly, you can pose only then, but you don't know if you're gonna make it on an irregular basis."

Aren't you ashamed, when it comes to obscene apparatus, he looks at me and starts to tread.

I don't think I'm bad for being a little, you know, a little forward.

From Mr. Ludmila, who niggles away, the target grinned lightly.

"Don't be so angry. From what I've seen, it doesn't look like a soldier in my country. I don't think it's a bad idea for a soldier in my country who sticks to the rules to come and save me alone. Well, can I have your name, please?

I introduced myself to Ludmila without being able to correct my posture.

"It's Baym's Adventurer - Lyell Walt. We came to the rescue at Baym's request."

Hearing that, Mr. Ludmila was laughing with her eyes open. You've heard my name before? That's when I thought so. With that said, when we defeated Traci in Carthaphs, we were famous here for our share.

"Right. It's you. I wanted to see you when I heard there was an adventurer who defeated Trident Cesarpent. I didn't expect that adventurer to come and help. It doesn't seem to be just the arm as long as it is. He also has the wisdom to rescue me in a soldier's hands. Good. You're really good."

It was as if the eyes of a prey were purple and suspiciously glowing. I was tongue-in-cheek and I remembered the illusion that I was going to be imprisoned even though I was here to help.

One of the women told Ludmila that she was excited.

"Your Majesty, the purpose has already been accomplished. I was wondering if there was any more reason to stay here."

Mr. Ludmila nodded, walking out of the room. But he looked at me sideways and laughed.

"You too - Lyell come too. Don't worry about the castle. What about my weapon?

He grabbed my arm and pulled it and left the dungeon torture chamber. The woman answers Mr. Ludmila.

"Available nearby"

When I went to a room where I didn't use it, I brought clothes and a sword.

The sword was skinny but long. Looking at it because she thinks it seems difficult to handle, Ms. Ludmila pulls out her sword and confirms.

The sword was red, and I could see and understand that it was a form of magic.

"... you're also taking care of it. Good luck. Well, this looks bad on boulders. Do you want to change?"

With that said and my arm pulled, Mr. Ludmila and his wife entered a warehouse-like room.

I am let go of my arm and two of the ladies can take off the clothes Mr. Ludmila wore. And when I prepared the bucket, I was putting water in there and turning it into hot water.

I guess she's the daughter of a noble house to see where she uses magic. And he wiped Ludmila's naked body and put on the costume he had prepared.

I was out of sight, but the seventh generation saw the sight.

"... it's the same as before!

That's what he was yelling at.

Seeing it, it was the perfect thing to get your body line out in a black costume. Hipsters and jackets are considered on boulders, but they were still much the same as earlier.

And Mr. Ludmila is lifting her hair.

"That's boring. I was going to show it to you...... you don't like women?

Shaking her neck to the side, Mr. Ludmila was laughing. Compared to me, I didn't feel four apart at my age. I wonder if it would be good for such a woman to expose her skin with dignity.

"Hmm, other than that, are you a beginner? This is good. I like it! You, be my son-in-law!

Two of the women were snorting.

"Right. Behavior, wisdom, and strength are all right."

"Later it's a matter of working out and doing something about it, but I was wondering if it would be okay if Her Majesty supported it"

- He said something.

Mr. Mireia is watching Mr. Ludmila.

'Oh, my God. If you think you're here to help, it feels like you were in this woman's trap... I didn't know it was a trap using Lark! Thoughts of each intricately intertwined force and so on, but I regret being trapped!

Apparently, I've been trapped. What kind of trap?

The third generation also regretted it.

'Damn, sure this development is good, but I regret feeling fooled! Lyell, we're going for a reversal from here!

What kind of reversal is that? Or maybe it's the usual third generation joke.

- Situation surrounded by enemies and no knights or soldiers coming out of the castle.

Lark across the street from Airhardt was confused and terrified. There were no women around, and the allies were immediately detained.

I didn't even think they'd send me this far, but I still thought if I walked into the castle, they wouldn't be able to reach me easily either.

"Oh, you guys...... hey, let's wait a minute. Huh?"

Spread his left hand, sticking forward and Lark was laughing at Airhardt. But my cheeks are drawn, I'm afraid or I'm cold sweating.

"I'm sorry. No, I was actually going to knock him down a little and put him in a handful. I didn't mean to kill you. So, don't we miss it? Hey, I'll give you a woman for anything! What about the women there! These guys, they can be used as adventurers, and they look beautiful -"

There was no one to lend an ear to Lark's negotiations. When he attacked me, he was definitely letting go of his killing temper.

Airhardt had erected a great sword with many chips upright, indicating that there was no change in that feeling.

Looks like he's really going to fight Lark.

Lark saw Damien, the wizard sitting on the crate.

"Oh, how about you! Woman, and I'll get you some money! I'm close to rich women, too! So prepare the amount you want..."

Damien couldn't follow those words. No, I was laughing with my nose.

"That's what you say after you catch the daughter of one of the continent's foremost merchants. You, can you give me millions or something with gold coins? You can't get it out, can you? I don't know... I'm already just disappointed to hear it. At first, I thought it was amazing, but it's reality and stuff like that."

In fact, Damian was also on guard when he heard that he was building up with one skill and trying to put the country in its hands. But when I opened the lid, it wasn't the same impression I had.

Lark turns his gaze to Maxim...

"Sorry, I'm not interested. And there's a prize on your neck. Too much playing with my skills."

Women are only interested in Adele. Maxim could not really even negotiate.

Lark's got a big sword in his hands.

"Goddamn it... fooling around. I became king, so I let the beauty samurai the continent...... damn...... CHICK YOU!!"

He wielded a big black sword and was slashed by the airhardt in front of him. Is it the effect of the Great Sword, which is a magic tool, or the appearance of a black flame around the blade?

Lark was moving faster and his muscles were swelling up. Airhardt, shaken down by a big, swinging blow, is likely to get amputated if he takes it.

To that blow, the Great Sword was diverted obliquely. The Great Sword of Airhardt was scattered with sparks and heavily shredded, melting out.

The Great Sword of Airhardt, which lost most of its blades and lightened them. Gripping the pattern, Airhardt punched Lark in the cheek.

The lightly blown Lark was stunned by the pain. I guess I've never felt that much pain before with a body strengthened with skills.

Seeing, Airhardt's muscles were buoyant and he had heat. Hot air rises and is definitely a fortified system skill.

"Ko, this Sanoshita!!"

Still, the Great Sword of Airhardt was useless. For that reason, Lark thought he could win. He was thinking of slaughtering and killing Airhardt, continuing to slay knights and soldiers as they were, and fleeing the scene.

That's when Damien, sitting in the crate, showed no signs of movement. And squeal.

"Yeah, you do it unexpectedly. Looks like you were a better man than I thought."

Then Lark, waving the great sword sideways, looked like Airhardt had disappeared from sight. I was delayed in realizing that Airhardt had succumbed, partly because of my gaze.

"Shit-"

"- I'm sorry, but you were right about him."

Airhardt pulled the dagger out of his back hips and stuck it against Lark's chest.

When blood erupts from Lark's chest, his skills become unusable. The power faded rapidly, and he dropped the Great Sword.

When Airhardt pulled out the dagger that pierced his chest, he was holding it down with his hands to desperately stop the blood from squatting and pouring out of his chest.

"So, someone. Help me!

So when I looked around, my own people who stood up were approaching me. Lark was relieved to see his therapeutic magic usable companions in it.

I thought it would help, etc.

Without even thinking about how you are being released from custody.

And the woman, who was Lark's companion who looked up, smiled.

"Keep dying."

That's what I said. Lark tries to use his skills in surprise. But there was too much blood to use magic.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Surrounded by the cold eyes directed by the women around her, Lark stayed squatted - taking his breath away as if he bowed his head to apologize -.

- The night was about to dawn.

In that, the adventurer party that was riding into Carthafus to raid Ryell's entire line can't hide its surprise when it hears a fellow report.

"The Lyells boarded the castle of Carthaphs? You have at least five hundred soldiers? What do you mean, they would have left most of their fighting power on a labyrinth crusade!

A man of leadership rose up and grabbed the chest of a fellow adventurer who had been reporting.

It was the pair who were keeping an eye on the Lyells who brought the information.

It was raided by the Lyells who moved out at night and were detained and abandoned. Then he got out of the restrained rope and informed his people.

We headed to gather information on the Lyells in order to take back the failure. And when I went to the castle because something was wrong, Lark's neck was raised.

"Ho, we were really numbered! Those guys, they're putting their flags on the walls..."

Dropping an adventurer on the floor answering in agony, the leader held his face down and sat in a chair.

"... have you entered the castle? Did you take down the castle of Carthaphs? For only five hundred? Why. Give them the information... the informant betrayed you?

Even Baym's informants were not supposed to sell decent information to Lyells who could be cut off from Baym.

That was also certain that the Lyells had gotten into Carthafus in small numbers. Yet the results perfectly fulfilled the apparent request.

"... we're gonna get out of Carthafus in a minute"

When the leader said, the assembled adventurers began to snort and prepare to flee.

I am proud to say that I have just the strength to beat the Lyells. But the conversation is different when the opponent prepares to outnumber themselves and takes out Lark.

Isn't there a traitor? Didn't they know it from the beginning? Or do we get information and wonder about ourselves?

I can think of a lot of things, but now I thought it was dangerous to stay on this spot. Everyone gets ready to pull up immediately and send a few people to the harbor first to secure the ship. I don't put threads on gold. I just have to hurry back to Baim.

When the adventurer party headed to the harbor with that in mind, Lyell was waiting there.

Be polite, knights and soldiers surrounded themselves fully armed and the ship was not in a position to board away from the harbour.

Surrounded by Walla Walla and a fully armed group, when that number exceeded two thousand, the leader stopped counting the number of enemies.

And Lyell was smiling. He smiled and had a bunch of paperwork in his hand from the bag at hand -.

The mood in the treasure ball sucked.

Third generation, etc.

'What is it? Run away, what the hell... call me. Feed Lyell. "

The fifth generation seems boring.

'Wouldn't you mind crushing it? We can cut off Baym's power. That's all there is. It won't hurt much. Major members should let the Lyells fight.'

The seventh generation was laughing and praising the adventurers. No, he seemed to be praising and disparaging.

'Isn't that wonderful? Because he runs away from it with all his strength. Well, let them help.... for Lyell'

Mr. Mireia seems bored, too. This time, the historical emperor carried things to the bored, and I really didn't feel motivated.

'Ha... Lyell, show him one trump card'

I take a bunch of paperwork out of my bag as I watch the adventurer party surrounded by the harbor. It's tied with strings, quite a few.

I asked him to confirm it and when I put it in the bag, he threw it at the other leader and gave it to him.

If they don't pick it up, smile.

"Pick it up. I didn't set up any traps. I'm a man of honor."

When he told his opponent as he mixed his disgust, the leader turned his gaze to his companion. Looks like I'll have my people check it out. And let me check the contents...

"... Leader"

A depressed adventurer handed a bunch of paperwork to the leader. The leader was stunned when he received it. My hands are shaking, and I see them over and over again.

"What do you mean? This would be guild material, though!

Materials of the Alliance obtained by Ms. Marianne. That helped.

They also knew the characteristics of the materials the Alliance made. If you're an adventurer, it's not strange to know. The formats and others are very similar to those of the guild and the contents are detailed.

It also had information that I wouldn't have known if it weren't for my guild.

"Don't you get it yet? I'm not the one who got sold. You guys."

Hearing the words, the leader was trembling.

"Don't be ridiculous! We are not against the Alliance. We were ordered to kill you, and we were prepared to..."

With an extra look, I tell the leader.

"So? What happened to the results? I say it because you don't seem to understand it yet... you guys, it's over."

Knights and soldiers paved the way and from there came the nobles of Carthaphs, ostensibly clients, with a bitter expression.

They made a request to Baym, and it was they who were sent - the Adventurer's Party. It seemed easy to think that it was a superficial request. Adventurer parties that specialize in labyrinths don't often go outside with these requests. If they were East Branch adventurers, they'd have pretended to be working a little bit.

It's an obvious mistake. He was turning too much consciousness to take us down.

Says the nobles.

"Not only did I fail, I didn't know I wasn't willing to work"

"Escaping is a lot of cowardice. Baym seems to be licking us."

"... forgotten things. Take it. Let me exercise my rights in accordance with the rules."

It was an envelope with paperwork that was thrown over it. There was a document containing an assessment of the lowest rated [E] rank and the contents of forcing Baym to pay the penalty.

Besides, it was a pretty expensive penalty.

The adventurers' behavior was clearly written, and it was only written out of my way.

He waited for me at the tavern and moved around without his queen, Mr. Ludmila. I didn't even search, I stayed motionless. We came out later, and when things were over, we were about to leave Carthafus so we could run away.

Even the best choice for me is the worst group of adventurers on the surface.

The woman who was near me - Her Majesty the Queen - was laughing and looking down, too.

"I sent an adventurer who didn't take my rescue seriously. So far, this is a case that should be protested enough. But then you'll let the world know I'm incompetent.... Hmm, no, that's good too. I'm tired of being queen. Shall we take advantage of the filth here, son-in-law? Hey, Lyell."

I was out of sight of Mr. Ludmila, but I coughed up and kept talking.

Damian is laughing at Niyaniya.

"This is it. Now it's Lyell."

Mr. Maxim was stunned.

"Lord Lyell, we're all fighting... it sucks. And stay away from Adele."

The airhardts were horny without understanding what was going on.

I'm watching the adventurers.

"If you do, you're done as an adventurer. It's not just the lowest rating. I made Baym and Carthaphs hostile. Well, you don't care about the results or anything. It was sold from the source."

When I waved up my left hand, the knights and soldiers around me laid up their weapons. You thought it was ready for an assault, the leader throws his weapon.

Put your hands up.

"Wait! We were sent in on guild orders! The request was also in the form of a face-to-face undertaking, which I was going to accomplish later! Believe me! We were just asked to!

I said that word back, too.

"I'm sorry. Because I was just asked to, too. You don't have a choice, do you? No, it hurts my heart. But it's a request, so I can't help it. That's what it is, isn't it?

I didn't say anything to anyone. Historical principals are fine, as are themselves. Anyway, the adventurers we were planning to raid were going to pay back.

And the grievance was also going to be directed at Baym.

The seventh generation is about to rejoice within the treasure ball.

'That's good, Lyell! Still some sweet spots, but pretty good way to stir them up! More! Let more adventurers despair! And that's where it comes from!

The adventurers gave in to a situation where they could not escape and began begging for their lives. Look at Sole, I put my hands down.

"... it's all about honesty in the guild. You don't know who's on your side and who's your enemy, do you? That way, at least let's just guarantee our lives. I need you to work before then."

Who's the enemy and who's on your side - Baym turned to my enemy, but I'm sure he has about one ally. I want to believe that.

The leader listened to me and saw one of my people. The person is nodding. I was trying to spot if there were any lies in the other person's words with my skills. And snort.

"Okay. Report everything honestly. So... please. Please help me. That way, we'll never go against you guys. You can write it in writing! I'll also give you the weapons you have!

If we go back to Baim, we'll have about a spare, and it's a party that's just powerful enough to get us all geared up right away. There's no point in doing that.

"Write it up in writing. And I understand the importance of equipment as the same adventurer. I just need you to be honest with me and talk to me in Baym."

Well, they use the weapon, so I need you to have it.

Everyone was at ease.

That's how Niyaniya and Ludmila watched me threaten the adventurer party.

I don't know... this time, I feel like I'm in a trap.