Sevens

- Leaders fleeing through the woods had reached the exit with several dependable companions.

A slice of the woods - breaking through there, what I saw was a formation without signs of those who burned up and moved.

When one person checks their surroundings with their skills.

Leader, there are three survivors.

Only three survivors were in places where there were at least five hundred or more. I wish I had escaped, but I don't know how much I could have escaped to see the situation.

A black burnt corpse rolled over and everyone walked through the place with a cloth holding their mouths down and smelling tight.

Make sure there are no signs of enemies around, because there are adventurers with those skills. He was a reliable companion and a long time associate with his leader.

When we found survival, there was a young man who would lead us to a wooden box that remained burnt. He was a man doing chores in a mercenary regiment.

"Hey, hold on tight"

When one of the adventurers gives you a drink of water, the choreographer man wakes up.

"What happened?

When the leader asks, the choreographer's man tries to hold his head and says sobbing.

"Those guys... those guys get up. Burn it... I was retrieving my gear. The guy in the woman's armor in the joke...... Shh!

You saw a pretty bad sight, the choreographer guy was disturbed in his breathing. And I told the leader something important.

"Those guys, I asked everyone. Are you from the East Branch?... So when I showed my guild card, only the East Branch adventurers were missed..."

The leader heard that and made a prediction that it was the Valkyries with those guys. If I thought I had defeated him, I would have just been defeated. What an unpleasant hand I thought I would use, and I was suspicious that only the East Branch adventurers were missed.

I guess my buddies agree. Tell the leader.

"Leader, this guy is a pain in the ass. Maybe it was a faction fight inside the guild, apparently. I thought it was strange. Show them the heroes of Fort Redant."

I thought I'd stop talking about it now. Leader, but see the few people who survived. He just survived, he's a strong face.

But when I thought about the lost people, I couldn't do it.

(It takes years to rebuild from here. I finally broke through the basement sixty tiers and was recognized as top notch...... three years? I can't. It'll take at least five years. Ten years if you suck...... even if the party comes back, I'm retiring first)

The whole season is a little past due to age. Even if we can fight fine for a few years from now, we won't. It was hopeless to recover as a first-rate party.

"... we'll be back in Baym soon. What about the dolls?

When the leader stood up, the choreographer man in front of him had a gruesome eye. But leaders ignore it. Not if you're helping.

The dependable adventurer looked around and then shook his head sideways.

"It doesn't look like he's anywhere near it. You can."

Running straight out with a few people, the leader was headed to Baim -.

- In the woods.

The leader of the mercenary regiment, captured by the dark elves, had an arrow on his leg.

By the time they pulled me out under Nowem, I had only survived enough to already count.

Mercenaries in captivity due to yarn created with Miranda's skills.

When Nowem turned his gaze behind a tree a little further away, the Dark Elves surrounded the mercenaries, understanding or not moving.

The captain was kicked over and fell in front of Nowem. In the form of looking up at Nowem, grinning with Niyanya.

"Show me how cute you are, young lady. In your skirt, why don't you show it to me at the end? Well, I don't expect much from a woman who's an adventurer. You, if you were a whore, you might have been popular."

Hearing the inferior laughter and provocation, I understood that the other person was ready to die. I can also say that I have a dull feeling about something called death.

To such a captain, Nowem did it on the ground so that he could see a bunch of paperwork out of his bag.

At first I thought it was some kind of paperwork, and I thought there was hope for survival, Captain. But when I looked at the contents, there was a wrinkle between my eyebrows.

"Who. Who betrayed you!

The captain glared at Nowem, and shouted. What was written there was detailed information about the mercenary regiment - something managed by the guild.

The format, and other information managed by the guild, were written and did not look very much like what the informant had gathered and made.

The captain immediately thought there was a traitor, but Nowem was faceless.

"I haven't betrayed anyone since the beginning. It was just inevitable."

Nowem is not lying. The guild hasn't betrayed the adventurers they chose as raiders, and the Lyells, who had been informed by the source, were just getting ready to win.

The Captain regrets it.

"... please! Put me back in the baim. You can forgive me! You can never forgive this guy for putting me up to this! If it's money, it's hidden in Baym! So join hands with us! Give the Alliance our horrors."

The captain was involved in a factional feud for the Alliance, which seems to be what he felt.

Shortly after, the commander was skewered with a spear by three Valkyries… I, II and III.

Nowem looks at the sight.

"You don't have to. You will disappear here. I won't let one of you go home alive. And you're mistaken."

Nowem gives in for the captain, and smiles.

"Baym's decision is unanimous. That's all."

When the captain heard the words, he distorted his face to despair and took his breath away. Around, the mercenaries who were watching the sight begin to beg for their lives simultaneously...

"I'm getting scattered. You knew what would happen if you lost, didn't you? Besides, I prefer those who fight to the end than beg for their lives. Sorry to hear that."

The Valkyries held a weapon in their hands and ended the surviving adventurers.

Then I heard an unnatural noise from above a tree a little further away. But no one's going to turn that way.

When Nowem told him to clear the body, he withdrew from the scene.

Finally, after I turned my gaze to the adventurer who was hiding on the tree -.

An adventurer party that I've said I'd work with in Cartoughs.

Plus five hundred Gallerian soldiers. And five hundred Carthaphs soldiers. Using all that manpower, he waited on the road to Baym, etc.

They were waiting in several units.

Then a bunch of escaped adventurers came to us.

"Help me! They're after me!

I'm wearing a hood, and when I heard that, I took off my hood.

"Isn't it my people you're chasing? 'Cause you guys... you set up a raid, didn't you?

Smiling, the expression of the adventurers solidified.

But one of them was an East Branch adventurer. I've seen my face in the guild a few times, and I snort.

"Oh, you can go through that one. Good luck."

That said, the gaze of the adventurers gathered in one person.

"Huh?... Is that it?

He seemed confused, so I smiled and gave him instructions.

"Please separate the water from the food for him. There's a distance to Baim, so if it's about a dagger, should I let him hold it up? Oh, are you going to rest?

When the East Branch adventurer nodded uncomfortably, he was taken straight to the back. And I told the other adventurers.

"Come on, you guys are done here. Good luck."

Then one protests.

"Don't be ridiculous! Why would he survive, and we're the only ones... you guys, not from the beginning!

I say it while looking at some different branch adventurer.

"What if? You didn't think you could just raid people's people and let them go home alive if you lost, did you? I don't think that's right."

Then the adventurer turned his weapon towards me.

When I did my hand on the Katana pattern, it was Mr. Ludmila who moved first. Pulling out the long sword, the red blade became like a whip and stretched out.

Move as you will, and chop and engrave the adventurers in an instant. Adventurers who fall. And Mr. Ludmila walked a little further away.

The sword had already returned to its original form.

"Do something completely terrible. No, it's something I've thought about."

I thought it was a little frightening, but Mr. Ludmila seemed to enjoy it. I mean, I guess this guy has a lot of experience in action. Killing people doesn't upset me at all.

"... to win"

With that said, Mr. Ludmila was laughing.

"You care? If you can still decide on these operations, I'll evaluate them. You're a man when you do it."

I don't think I'm nice. It was just a fact that I still care about myself. Is your heart weak?

With that in mind, Mr. Mireia's voice came from within the treasure ball.

'Lyell, do what you have to do before you regret it. You can still regret it. "

And the happy seventh generation says.

'Fine. Strong, and not just beautiful, queen...... great pedigree too. Lyle, make sure your wife is Ludmila. "

Then the third generation protested.

'Wait! I'm not saying Clara. But Nowem sold off her dowry tools and made me money when Lyell couldn't help it! I would never admit not to having Nowem as my rightful wife!

In the treasure balls that have been heating up. Only the fifth generation was mypace as the third and seventh generations argued violently.

'... of the sea. Come on. I wish that godbeast whale or something smaller. Then it would have been more fun. I don't care about my real wife or anything, but I think there's a little whale.'

While I ignored the conversation in the treasure ball, I discovered a nearby group with skills - search. Immediately raise your skills to specs, real-life specs and step by step to gain their information.

The opponent was a leading member of the Adventurer, who crusades the Labyrinth.

- The Trace family mansion.

There, those who agreed with Gina's idea, surrounded the Fidels.

Vera was surrounded with Fidel, as were those who admired Fidel.

Both the force of the Trace family and the existence to be called was borne by Gina.

Next to Gina, Roland, wearing a specially matched suit, was sweating and loosening the shirt collar slightly.

He looked nervous.

Vera says, staring at Gina.

"Gina, you know what you're doing, don't you?

Gina, her sister, had a slightly regrettable look as she looked at Vera, her sister. Recently, he had managed to do something to convince Vera and Fidel.

But I didn't think most of them would bear it, even if they went out to exercise their strength. Fidel also pretends to be calm when she sees her men's blushes, but she would be outraged inside.

That was true even for Roland.

Fidel says.

"I was hoping for you, but I didn't expect you to be after the seat of the Trace family owner. You can't support me. Gina, it's not too late. Rethink."

Gina shook her head to the side.

"It's your fathers you don't understand. Many merchants in Baym these days don't think the Trace family is amused by their newly acquired rights. We understand that but we have monopolies and so on, so there are people out there trying to crush the Trace family!

Inside Baym, there was a move to alert the Trace family, which was rapidly gaining strength. But whether it was Vera or Fidel, I didn't know that.

"Is that why you're asking me to give you my rights? Don't be silly! Some merchants, including the Trace family, invested in Lyell. If you succumb to those people who come out later and give you your share, you'll see them take it one after the other!

Vera, who actually came aboard the boat to see her work.

But Gina disagreed.

"Will the Trace family grow larger and also become a substantial ruler of Baim? Who do you think will sacrifice to support all those big houses? Your sister's fine! Something that contributed to that man's success in business! Even your father, if he's as big as he is, he'll admit he's married, right? But then what happens to me! You're going to marry someone you don't even like for the Trace family. They're definitely pushing around!

Neither did Fidel deny that. Because, anyway, Lyell, even though he hasn't been able to make up for it as it stands in Roland, if the Trace family grows up, Gina's marriage will never be shut up by any other merchant.

I can't push Lyell away and call it marriage, but what about Gina? A lot of people think so, and Fidel is a merchant. Roland will never choose.

"... Gina, I'm not acknowledging Roland. Excellent and serious. But it's too serious to lead a merchant. It's not just a vessel that can support the Trace family. You know it's not just beautiful, right?

Fidel also had eyes on Roland. I was serious and work enthusiastic. So I had the opportunity to grow up nearby and deal with Vera and Gina.

However, it was also a person not suitable for the main purpose.

Gina seemed to understand that, too. So, Gina...

"Then we'll just make it on a scale that we can support. Some businesses get out of hand. I didn't think I needed a weapon connection for a long time. Besides, I've already discussed it with the other merchants."

Vera listens to that.

"You know what that means! It's not just about the house. Craftsmen and customers!

Fidel is in that.

"What did I say? Now that we're having a discussion... You, Roland!

Roland bowed his head to Fidel.

"Sorry! But Baym is going to crush Mr. Lyell. To show off to our house,. More than that, there really is a fierce factional feud going on in Baym. You can't watch the blood flow."

Hearing that, Fidel saw his men.

"You didn't knowingly give me information? I thought it was reasonable and informative. Even you guys who made me look into it again...... are you going to watch your employer fall!

Talents, arguably the dark side of the Trace family, are working with Gina. Vera and Fidel both wondered that. If the size of the employer is smaller, the treatment will change.

"Roland, you don't understand. Do you wish Baym wasn't the only one bleeding? If we keep going, Baym will make another spark around and start a war. Worst case scenario, I'll stir up Bansaim! You, only Baym thought it was peaceful and good!

Fidel tells Gina that Vera will be disappointed with Roland's narrow horizons.

"Gina, stop. We can still make it now. Baym is more dangerous than you think. I relied too much on war. I don't know why the time has come to sort out a little baim here!

Then a man in a black costume opens his mouth.

"Then you're in trouble, Master Fidel."

"You..."

The man, formerly an adventurer, wore a hood and could not see his face.

"You had a relationship over here, too. Some people can only live in war. You've sold all your weapons, and now you're not a better man. You'll need a moderate war."

Moderate war. Listen to that, Fidel says.

"You guys really don't seem to see the situation. Or did you notice the fear?

Gina looks sad when she sees Fidel.

"What you don't see is your father and sister. If the Trace family doesn't bleed in factional feuds, so they don't bleed in Baym, I think I can make the Trace family smaller."

In a way, Gina was right. When you think about the residents who live in Baim, they are the ones who eat the convolutions in factional feuds of merchants and guilds.

But not outside Baim.

Vera turned a frightened glance at Gina.

"You... you think the world is just Baym? Besides, I'm not just making it smaller for Roland just for a reason."

Gina didn't say anything. I guess Vera's point is correct. But it was also true that I was thinking of Baim.

Fidel says it to convince Gina.

"Gina, things are different now! Neighbouring countries came together, with large countries adjacent. I can't do it the way I've always done it. You can't give away money and supplies and leave them to mercenaries! Have you ever thought about how you see Baym around you!

But Gina's will seemed strong.

"... deprive the Lord of his place from his father. Discussions at the merchants' conference are underway, so Roland is the main player immediately. Marriage to me and anything formal will be executed tomorrow. Father, sister...... I ask you to leave Baim. You may take the ship nearing completion and your sister's. Because we can't manage it."

Fidel collapsed from her knees.

I was going to be careful around, but I guess I didn't think my daughter would betray me.

And Vera shrugged.

"... Lyell, your predictions come true."

Gina turned to the enemy, and seriously Baym came to crush us. Vera, who had been informed of that in advance, but I never thought Gina would make it this far.

"I was watching you sweetly."

Vera tells his men as he frees the fallen Fidel.

"... as you can see. Remain only those who follow us. You're gonna get kicked out of Baim, but if that's okay with you, follow me. Look, Father!

He slapped Fidel on the back, and Vera let him live.

"Vera, do you understand? The whole baim has turned to the enemy already. If they kick the Trace family out, we'll fight them..."

Vera pulled a gun out of his holster and fired at the ceiling in front of his wolfish men, and his depressing father.

Everyone sees Vera.

"Two of the sharpest ships. And the sailors will follow me. With all this, we can do it anywhere. As long as there's a harbor, the Trace family can get up again. I don't have time to cry. Look, just get up! I'll go make some money soon. Baim isn't the only one in the world!

Fidel nodded when she saw Vera.

"Right, right. That's right! Two ships, and a sailor... I didn't have time to be depressed with all this left. I can take back as much as I want. In Gina's mouth, Baym took on a sweep. You can't just kick us out and end it. This place gathers and migrates those people. Speak to the craftsmen. Get in there and secure the funds immediately! I will make both Baym merchants regret turning this Fidel against their enemies!

When Fidel stood up, his men, admiring Fidel, nodded and moved as directed. And Vera says.

"And I know where we're going. Shall I rely on Lyell?"

Fidel looked blatantly disgusted when she heard Lyell's name.

But.

"Hmm, I used this one scattered. Looks like the guild is doing something, but that hippo is dying so easily. All right, now why don't we use this one? Wait, kid... I'll squeeze you to the bone marrow!

Vera laughed bitterly as she saw Fidel motivated. So far...... because Lyell was just what he expected -.