Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

An adventurer who hears the words tries to stand up to hear any story alone, but his hips, which are about to rise in the words of the next boy, fall again.

"There's a pale rider out there!

"Saki, what's a pale rider?

"Wait a minute."

I open my smartphone and search for the Pail Rider from the Alliance Nomination Arrangement (Hunting Book).

"A pale rider, a ghost species wrapped around armor, characterised by riding a blue flaming horse, a dangerous monster who has no track record of setting up a nasty curse, etc., but has a high status and confirms a case in which even four SR class adventurers can be destroyed in the Alliance. The tremendous thrust force reminds me of heavy tanks, and in part it is called the Blue Flame Chariot. There are currently two million bets on the payroll rider species, and some individuals are considering paying more."

"Two million is amazing."

"Are you sure there was a pale rider?

A muscular female warrior with a scratch in her belly rises and speaks out in the majority of the frightening adventurers.

"Yes, it was a blue flaming horse dressed in armor!

"There's a bounty on the pale rider, isn't there?

When a female warrior asks, the guilder prepares a pail rider's arrangement with a bounty written on it.

"That's two million vestas. Plus, if you get plenty of money from this kid, you can play and live for a while. Goliath, I'm coming!

"Heh."

A big man in a Viking helm is taken outside by a female warrior.

The boy in the client's uniform also goes outside with him.

"Saki, two million."

"Stop it, over a million monsters are strong in cross-dimensional classes. And when it doubles, it's not strong enough to be stylish."

It's fine for me to go into a tiger hole, but when I'm telling you that it doesn't make sense to die in a tiger hole, the guild's furry officials approach me with their necks tilted.

"That's crazy."

"What's wrong with you?

"If you're a monster as powerful as a pale rider, the castle should normally notice right away and give you a warning."

"Didn't you find out recently?

"If you're a beast system, you have that, but the Ghost system isn't like being fluttered, and there are many types that gradually increase their power. It's just that there wasn't a bad story about the devil who said otherwise in the place I asked for this time."

"Hmm."

"So I need to talk to Kaji."

"Oh, shit."

"You haven't said anything yet."

"You're definitely telling me to come and see it."

"Well, to put it bluntly, yes, you actually have a boy who just asked for help"

"That pizza body shape."

"He's actually the son of a great man named Marquis Romero, and he says," Man Marco. "

"That's a great name."

"You've been asking me to put some protection on my guild so I don't die. But I accidentally forgot about it, and I brokered you, Allen."

"It's not entirely over there!

"That's right. The Marquis Romero supports adventurers and kings, the few leading aristocrats, and if his son dies because of the adventurer's mischief, he may turn to the enemy."

"No, I think it's more a matter of guild management than adventurer mischief."

"So, please! Looks like he was partying with his sister Alice, so I need you to help them."

I feel totally poor lottery.

But do you even make a loan to the guild? Orion opens his mouth when he thinks.

"What's the reward? Because it eventually moves around us. Besides, the request itself was received by that idiot (Allen), so we can't afford it. And then there's nothing but taking down the Pale Rider and getting the bounty, right?

"You... you've been thinking unexpectedly"

When I admire him, Orion bites me with Garlululu. Apparently, he found out he was fooling around.

"How about a five-level fire magic stone?

"A five-grade magic stone, or a stone with enough power to make up for a village or a small town."

The magic stones of water and fire are very useful and are an energy resource that will supply you with fire and water until your magic runs out. Dee said the more territory expands, the more this energy problem will hit.

"Now I'll wear the magic stone of this six-grade water."

"Six grades is subtle, but don't do about 600,000 vestas if you put them both together"

Then I guess there's also two excuses for Dee? Think.

"Doesn't that mean an asshole guild only gives out pompous wings?

Freya gets to the core and the staff gets sweaty.

Oh, this is a pretty scary guy named Romero.

"Or if we let them live and return them, we'll also be able to connect to the Marquis of Romero. I think it's bigger this way."

"Can you sell your name to a leading nobleman? All right, that's good. Let's take it."

We start getting ready to get up.

"Do you want Freya to go too?

"I'm going. It cost me a lot of money to fix my instruments."

All right, so I'm gonna go with you. I realize it's me, Orion, Freya, and Silochro.

To prevent massive guild request monopolies, requests for regular guilds other than emergency requests or special hazard designation monster crusades are full party for four and cannot be made by five.

"Uncle, what is the guild treatment of monsters?

"Are you taking the monster? Mm-hmm. There's a job called using monsters, so I think maybe monsters handle weapons. Another country would have to register monsters properly or something, but the very existence of monster users is rare."

"Okay, then Shiro and Cro are no problem because they're no-can"

"Never let Mr. Alice and Marco alone die!

Outside the guild, the official is speaking up with a desperate look.

"The way you say it, on the contrary, it feels like they don't care what else happens."

"Romero must be quite powerful."

"Why don't we just leave it to the strong looking female warrior who went first? I don't think I can beat him to death with my bare hands like a ghost."

"Because their purpose is to take down the Pale Rider. I don't know about the trapped adventurers' qualities, so if it gets any worse, you're gonna wind your tail and run away."

We rode the carriage the Alliance had prepared for us and headed to the abandoned house where we had been requested.

It came at considerable speed, but it had been about an hour since we arrived.

The sun completely falls, and the area has a creepy atmosphere from dimness and nothing but church around it.

I heard a wild dog howling nearby and it was unpleasant air.

"It was quite a long way, wasn't it?"

"It's been more than two hours since you've been here for help."

"It's too late for goblins."

Freya, who has been exposed to goblins, calmly describes the situation.

We open luxuriously decorated doors and enter the Western Hall.

Hasn't the Western Hall been that long since people disappeared, there's dust but no spider nest, etc., and the equipment remains clean.

The entrance is decorated with a bright red carpet, a large staircase leading upstairs in front of you and a portrait of a woman directly in front of you.

"My daughter-in-law or my daughter here?

"Gigigigigigi......"

I quickly hear Goblin's voice and look back. But there's nothing there.

"Sometimes he says he's not there to show any signs."

"Up or down, right?"

We look up and the red-eyed goblins hang over the chandelier.

The little ghosts don't just say this is our territory, but tons of goblins pour down like rain.

I'll pull out the black iron immediately, but...

"Mooo!!

The goblins are minced one after the other as Shilo and Cro wield the Battle Axe in their hands like a fan.

"Wow, wow..."

When I say what is awesome, Shilo and Kro don't have any palms, and everything that moves crushes and destroys.

When Crowe waved Axe down, the mansion rocked for a moment.

Oh, come on. I understand you can afford to beat people to death.

That's the minotaur species, even in females. A complete power fighter.

I came at a fireformation party with one of the four casters of the warrior, so I thought it might not be a good idea, but I know full well that the firepower is strength.

"The entrance is good enough for Shilo and Chro. Orion, let's find a room upstairs. Freya's upstairs."

"Ok"

"What, one Atashi?

"It's okay to pop up like a goblin, right?

"As it is, well, yes, because this mansion is dark and creepy ---"

Let me know if you find anything.

"What, hey... ooh!

Me and Orion are going to look for the room on the ground floor to smudge, but we can't find Alice or Alan.

"The goblins are still there, so I don't think they've gone that far."

"Didn't you use your skills? There's one that's not gonna look like a goblin or some low-level monster, right?

"Shadowskin. I'd like that too, but I'm pretty sure that's S rare skill."

"No, Saki, you were spinning your skills before this, weren't you? Did something come up?

"Got Mysterious Skills That Make Housekeeping Skills and Flushes Good"

"What's that rubbish? Garbage man."

"Don't talk to me like I'm trash."

We walked into the landlord's bedroom on the back of the ground floor.

There was a large double bed and dresser and a family portrait on the wall.

The portrait depicts a little bearded father and a slightly eye-catching sharp mother, a girl who was decorated in the entrance.

"Was there a family of three?"

I find something like a diary placed on a dresser.

Apparently this was written by the Lady.

He started writing on his daughter's eleventh birthday, and the date was flying, but it details what was going on at the time.

"What did it say?

"Hmm... looks like a happy family."

No particular injuries or illnesses. Until recent years, he seemed to live a very common and happy life of nobility.

However, the contents change dramatically around the summer last year.

It is written that my daughter was exposed to werewolves (warwolves) and I no longer know where she is.

Husband seems to have had days waiting for his daughter to return with requests from guilds, leading nobles, vigilantes, mercenaries and various places.

Then six months later, my daughter came home on her own feet.

She had several Warwolf babies in her hand, apparently.

Because esthetic werewolves mate with humans, their daughters were made mothers of werewolves.

My daughter woke up to motherhood and showed her wolf child that this was her own baby.

The lady fell in shock, her husband, who was originally a prestigious nobleman, was furious, and if the monster finds out she has a pregnant daughter, she can't walk the table anymore! And he yelled, and slaughtered all the warwolves of his daughter on the spot.

The husband then imprisoned his daughter underground, untouched by anyone's eyes.

But a few days later, her daughter had stabbed herself in the throat with a broken bottle in the basement.

The lady argued to her husband that imprisonment was too much, and that the fighting would continue in the future.

In the exchange of stories, my husband said [that girl who died was not our own daughter. My real daughter has already been eaten and killed by werewolves] and seemed to have repeatedly spoken of escaping reality.

The lady also seems to be mentally ill, and the contents of the diary have become quite aggressive.

From the death of her daughter, her husband became a strong hater of the Beastman tribe, and it says creepy content that she has purchased slaves of the Beastman from the merchant and has taken him to the basement, but no one has returned.

"It's a real psychopath..."

Then there was a little, he said, a religious person visited the mansion.

He said the sect named itself Ammon's eye.

Ammon's eyes approached the weak-hearted couple, manipulating them verbally that there was a way to bring their daughter back to life, causing them to make a substantial donation.

And when the couple entered into Ammon's eyes, they became enthusiastic believers, and it was written that when they caught a man in the hope of resurrection of the dead, they killed him, and made him a offering to Ammon.

Of course the most murdered of them were still like beastmen.

The last one was also quite broken by the lady, and she could see that the sentences were spelled out as if her daughter had come back to life, or the angry sentences alternated when she returned her daughter quickly, and she was heartbroken.

"This... Yabe"

The diary ran out about six months ago and I don't know what's going on with this couple right now.

"You guild clerk, what's the devil? There's no such thing as a cliche. That's a lot."

"How was that?

"Turns out my daughter got pregnant with a werewolf and the landlord went psychopath and there's a basement I don't want to go into"

"What's that scary?"

"A mentally ill person is more scared than a monster. Careful, you have a pretty strong grudge."