Sevens

I rescued Mr. Marianne and saw the moment when Airhardt's love ended, I headed to the inn.

I can't keep Marianne at home on the boulder, but when I took her to the inn, I put her nearby for a while for my own safety.

Put the escort down, I'm looking at the white side with my hands in the room I rented. surface of the sweeper and seemed characteristic for each branch.

Monica, who prepares my drink in the room, looks on the face and says something.

"You have no taste. What is white?"

I made a fuss.

"You just have to be able to intimidate them while you hide your face, right? I'd be scared if someone attacked me in the dark. More than that, is the poison okay?

A poisoned knife from a sweeper who was an assailant.

Monica that got it, but it was flat. I realize that my body, clothes scratches, etc. are already normal and still out of standard. Seeing all the usual unfortunate parts makes me forget sometimes, but Monica is an automaton too.

"... Coming. Finally, the chickens are entering the dele phase, too. Pretend you're not worried at first, and I care when you two are together. Oh, what a tundra! Monica is happy and is going to brag about the current situation with video and commentary along with all the other pompous tricks"

I'm relieved that it's the usual Monica.

"Ha, well. So, what was the poison they were using?

Pour the tea into the cup and Monica will bring it to me. When I took it and put my mouth on it, Monica started talking about the poison.

"It's also instant, but it doesn't seem like something that's hard to discover because it doesn't linger in your body. Then again, it's hard to identify the cause of death. It's something I've often been able to create."

Monica was complimenting Sweeper on the poison.

"Was it dangerous if it was just Miranda and Eva?

"I'm not saying we lose. You just missed a lot. It was one or two of them who were pinned down... to that extent. And one of them could be dead."

Even two people who have repeated their growth several times in a short period of time are likely to have suffered damage. Sweepers are still troublesome.

Sweeper was after Marianne, and I'm glad she wasn't aware of us. It's like a complete victory thanks to the success of an ambush through that gap.

"It would have been dangerous if they had sent sweepers from the beginning for real over there. Why didn't you send them in from the start?

If you're going to put me down for sure, I felt more likely that way. Sweepers should be more used to it, even considering assassinations and the handling of bodies.

It was the seventh generation that answered such a question.

"Lyell, not necessarily a lot of people can be sweepers with their opponents. It is necessary to look into employing not only the skill, but also the personality of the person. I'm not choosing a sweeper just because I'm strong. You know, you'll have crushed seven of your opponents' tough pawns."

On a small table, he placed six white sides. I had one on hand and let only one of the eight raiders escape.

I didn't think Mr. Tanya was a sweeper, but when you ask me, I also feel like only one person was really flustered with the position.

Later, if you ask me, there were parts of me that were convinced.

Monica asked me.

"Chicken bastard, at tomorrow's merchants' conference, what did you ask Fidel to do?

I'm looking at Monica's face.

"Make them admit to making our base a place of future activity. I decided to ask you to negotiate for it. Well, if you want to go to a place where there's nothing like that, you'll admit it. Ask Mr. Ludmila to support you in that direction as well. Eliza asked Gracia to proceed with the development of the port as planned - oh, yeah. Here we go. Would you like me to send an officer from the Alliance? Manage the labyrinth there, or you'll need the guild's know-how in the future."

I also decided to get the guild's know-how from Baym.

The next day.

I headed to Alliance headquarters, where I saw Mr. Ludmila walking with Mr. Fidel.

Surrounded by the knights, Mr. Ludmila seems in a good mood.

Only Mr. Fidel had a look at me that seemed complicated. After that, I asked Vera to explain that it was a joke. Yet you don't look happy.

The seventh generation says that Mr. Fidel doesn't understand a bit.

'... you wanted to see your grandson. Lyell, your problem isn't cleared up. Vera seems to have later revealed to Fidel that it was a joke, but Aria doesn't know that fact. You made the wrong choice. "

Mr. Mireia also has a more serious tone than usual.

"Lyell, you're going to pay for your failure. If the fire is not extinguished within the small, know that it will be difficult after it burns.... but you also want to see where it burns'

The last one was Mr. Mireia as usual.

Mr. Ludmila approached me.

"Lyell, I did what you said. So, I guess you'll pay me for that, huh?

With the eyes of a carnivore as if he were looking at me even in prey, Mr. Ludmila has asked for consideration.

"Aha, ahaha... is that a consideration? Look, you rescued Lark."

Seeing Mr. Ludmila interact with me like that, Mr. Fidel is with Bosoli.

"Again, you are the enemy. Get your hands on a woman other than Vera..."

After all, as the father of my daughter, there seems to be something about me. However, I also have a face as a merchant...

"The example thing went exactly as you said. Discussions with the upcoming Alliance executives led to the abolition of the Labyrinth Crusade request and, at the same time, the flow of establishing the Alliance branch of Baym. Now you've fulfilled your promise."

The labyrinth south of Baym was apparently to be managed by Baym as it was. Apparently, it was easy to attack for 10%, and it was appreciated that demons did not emerge from the labyrinth managed by Baim.

"It's just that your party has been decided to disqualify you as an adventurer. You're pretty resented by some merchants and guild executives. Think about your future relationship with Bansaim, and you'll decide in Baym's exile."

I snorted when I heard the story.

A fifth generation of voices came from within the treasure balls.

'I mean, it's about working with Ceres. Now, what happens from here... will it be Ceres' hand, or will he be attacked by Bansaim? Either way, Baym needs to be destroyed once and for all. '

Mr. Ludmila looked interesting looking at me.

"Don't move for long. It's like I knew. Most importantly, Lyell has trouble being an adventurer forever. What do you say we keep coming to Carthaphs and get to the throne?

I told Mr. Ludmilla while I laughed bitterly.

"I'll drop by soon. I can help you too."

That's how I headed to the Alliance headquarters, the conference room where they were calling me.

I was swinging a hot valve in the conference room where the guild executives sat side by side.

"At Fort Redant we fought for our lives! All that or I've made a huge contribution to the Alliance so far! What does deportation mean! Plus one incident in Carthaphs, and while away, my buddies were also raided. Is this how you do your guild!

The guild executives in line looked at my face and looked abominable. Sure, I've been working hard for Baim.

But from them, it was me who created the uninteresting situation, and the precious sweeper was defeated by me during Mr. Marianne's raid.

I guess the merchants have already discussed it and decided on my disposition. Yes, guild executives have no decision whatsoever.

I'm appealing to you about how hard I've worked.

Well, in brief...

"Cut off the hero you fought so hard for? Besides, you raided it and tried to erase it, didn't you? I'll never forget this!... feels like it '

- The third generation really explained it to me in a fun way. It wasn't just the executives, it was the officials, and the people involved, who were there to keep records.

He's been staring at me like a southern branch executive. The western branch executives had their expressions bowed blue.

The North Branch executives look at the East Branch executives and Mr. Tanya.

The officials the other executives are taking must be sweepers. However, I felt inferior to Tanya.

East Branch executives say.

"... isn't everything what you think it is?

The East Branch executives looked at me with a serious look, making a statement that I could take no matter what.

The Alliance has told me that I - the disqualification of all adventurers at my party - have discarded the request for the Labyrinth Crusade that I was currently dealing with.

From now on, I'm going to use the labyrinth, and I'm off the crusade.

And forcibly evicted from Beim, too.

"You're not convinced. Can you explain why? Oops, I did... Actually, yesterday, I helped someone I know to be attacked. I was an employee who took care of me. So I let one of them get away with it, and they had a characteristic face."

So I took out seven white surfaces. Placing it at the desk in front of me, it released the killing spirit around me. The sweepers behind the executives.

South Branch executives stand up.

"You! Over and over again... you were still connected to the East Branch! This time in the East Branch -"

That's all I said, a North Branch executive coughed up.

"... If an official was raided, you can't leave him alone. Ok. Let's keep that surface here. However, this is Baym's decision. There is no change in your disposition."

Southern branch executives groan regrettably.

"Do a white imitation..."

The seventh generation seemed happy. After all, hating adventurers is quite a thing.

'You guys seem to be cutting us off and trying to hold Ceres in, but that's a mistake. We're the ones who dumped you, and it's a mistake to try to hold Ceres in. That's not who it is. "

- Monster.

The first generation said, fairytale-like figures who appear at the turn of history. Drawing the blood of Agrissa, who was that monster, and with a treasure ball of willingness, Ceres is wielding death by becoming a dumping beauty in Bansaim.

Baym doesn't exactly understand that.

It was one of the common stories, the degree to which it was recognized. Ceres is rumbling around and assumes that its scale remains the same as it is today.

I'm not satisfied with that one to this extent. I told you to understand that, but maybe you can't. Only those who have seen Ceres know. If you look at it, a concomitant person will be fascinated.

I was disposed of by the Alliance and left behind.

- Bansaim.

Between the sights, royalty lined the perimeter.

Today there was no Meisel, the father of Lyell and Ceres, who had the king prince hold a plate with fruit on it, and Ceres sat on the throne eating it.

I put my legs together and included one of the fruits in my mouth in a luscious move that I didn't think was a girl about to turn fifteen.

The ministers lined up around him, and the SS knights, were in love with what Ceres looked like.

It's an unusual sight.

And the most unusual was the girl with her back round her legs under Ceres' feet. Her name is former Sacred Virgin of Zain [Remiss Zain]. Now it was just a remiss, but she was dressed in a costume worn by the Virgin and Ceres' leg resting.

However, the expression still seemed happy.

"Oh, I can feel Master Ceres' temperature on my back. My goddess......"

Ceres was laughing at such a remiss.

"Oh? Is the Virgin, who was everyone's longing, satisfied with my leg resting? You don't have any pride."

Remiss says as he dyes his cheeks.

"Yes. Satisfied. I am the woman who deserves to put Lady Ceres' feet down!

Lemis, kicked out of Zayn and flung to Bansaim, didn't feel like an arrogant girl like before.

It was the merchant from Baim who was showing it off.

(Hey, what is it? This... no, the vibe is just a little strange. I'm surprised there's a former Virgin of Zayn... more than that, what is that one nearby)

Near Ceres there was a demon chained with a collar. However, the merchant has never seen such a creepy demon. Besides, it was like Ceres was used to it.

Then Ceres noticed the merchant's gaze. I put my elbow on my elbow and put my cheek on my hand. When the beautiful blonde moved sarcastically, she looked like a merchant, glittering.

"Is this what you care about? These guys are... ex-Zynn high priests and their people. He brought in something interesting, so he experimented with it. Isn't that amazing? Experiments gaining the power of demons I've been researching for a long time... not even a success, but I kept it hidden."

The merchant was surprised to see those demons, formerly human.

"Is that possible!?"

Ceres was laughing.

"Isn't that possible? I actually gave him a drink. Hey, Bart."

The red-haired young man holding back beside Ceres had blue eyes. What I'm wearing is a swallow tail suit, which I say in a rude tone to my husband.

"I forced you to drink, Master Celes, though. Well, at the end of the day, I was happy."

The overly long brunette girl sitting on the floor beside her has hair on her eyes and is blind to her eyes. I was looking at the universe with bonyards in that state.

It was creepy. The girl looked so creepy.

To an unusual sight, the merchant thought something was wrong. It's just that in Baym we already had a conversation about approaching Ceres.

Ceres tilts his neck.

"So? A merchant from Baim, what can I do for you? I won't tolerate boring business."

says the merchant man.

"Yes. We Beim are a trading city. I have lived in an environment without lords until now as a free city. Say hello to your neighbor Bansaim. There's nothing we don't handle. I would also like to invite you to Bansaim. It's a greeting for that."

Ceres was nibbling when he saw the merchant.

"I saw what I brought. There were a lot of interesting things, and I think I might buy something. And Baim hey... Remiss, there's a scumbag who kicked you out, right?

I lifted my legs gently and when I shook them down, Remith was in pain. Soon, however, the expression will be a delightful one, drooling with covetousness.

"Yes! He's the hated one who kicked us out. But I don't care about that guy right now. Because I have Master Ceres!

Then, Ceres seemed happy.

"Yes. She's adorable, Remiss. For a while, I'll use it as my footrest to raise it."

The merchant thought.

(Do you still have something to think about your brother? He said scumbag)

The merchant told Ceres with pleasure.

"Then please be glad. At that adventurer named Lyell, Baym, we decided to kick him out in order to take care of his friendship with Lady Celes. Baym is here for Master Celeste."

When the merchant speaks that far, Ceres gets up and steps over Remis and moves instantly to the merchant's sight to kick the merchant in the ass.

During the glance - he was kicked to the entrance, and the merchant could not understand what had happened.

Just, Ceres says.

"With me... did you compare this me to that scumbag? You chose me over that scumbag?... I will not tolerate it. I will never forgive you. Declare war on Baym! I'll shatter it up. Who the hell told you to compare me to that garbage? It's unpleasant!"

Ceres had a bitter look. You look like you remembered something. I can't afford it and I'm not even trying to hide my frustration.

(And kick me, the messenger... and say it's a declaration of war? the hell, what did I do wrong)

ministers around them, and the knights raised their voices. No one defies Ceres.

"Dear Ceres, that role is for me!

"No, I'll burn the baim down and let you see it!

"To Baim, who worked rudely for Lady Ceres, judge me!

And when the merchant spits blood out of his mouth.

"... you haven't had your meal yet"

That's what Ceres said, and he saw the ex-human demons that were still making him his own pet that hadn't fed him today's share -.