Sword of Glutton Princess

Fifteen years ago, at the garden destination of an orphanage in the city of Romaburg.

"What will Brother Hyodle do when he leaves here?

One girl calls out to a tall boy with brown hair.

I'm an adventurer, of course. I yearn for a life like Zarios the Sword Saint, square and through ideals! Besides, adventurers can target a thousand bucks. In the future, I want to give this orphanage something in return. To do this, it would be the fastest way to make money and make a donation '

Brother Hyodle and the boy so called respond.

'To the adventurer, identity doesn't matter. We are all equal if we stand in the labyrinth. The goodness of my procedures and the prep tell the successful from the loser. That kind of burns, doesn't it?

'Sure, that sounds right for Brother Hyodle...... My God, I'm not good at being an adventurer because I have bad guidelines and I can't exercise.'

'Not necessarily. Ash is cautious and manly. Besides, it doesn't start unless you actually train with a magic conductor to be sure of your magical qualities.' Cause you can't learn to fight here. '

Hyodle waves his head, then puts his hand on his chin and thinks a little.

"The important thing now is not to look for your own qualities. Shouldn't you be looking for what you want to be? I'll be thirteen in six months, and I'll be out of here a year before Ash. If Ash wants to be an adventurer then, by then, I'll be wearing my adventurer's common sense, and I'll work you out. If you don't think so, I'll find another way with you then. '

"Look, it's true! Even if I leave the orphanage, can I stay with Brother Hyodle?

Ash says happily and Hyodle laughs bitterly.

Hyodle pointing his index finger up tightly and sticking his hand out.

This was an action to draw attention before raising his voice, something like his habit.

"But, Ash, if I leave here, I won't fail to study arithmetic, theology, and letters. I'm not saying it's mandatory for adventurers, but when looking for other jobs, they often get played at that point if these three aren't done! If I don't get this done, I won't let you into a hunting buddy (party)!... could be. '

"Ugh, yeah, okay"

Ash snorts.

An old man approached there and called out to the two backs.

'Hyodle, you're solid.... but nothing. Grants are well out of the military, so you don't have to worry about the money that much'

He was Dean of this orphanage, Lars.

To prepare for warcraft and attacks from other countries in the Ryuz kingdom, troops have been dispatched to large cities in the country, where they have control over the land.

In addition to warcraft crusades and vigilance in other countries, they also have a role to play, from collecting taxes to managing cities and awarding grants to each facility.

'Don't you think these things are a matter of feelings, Dr. Lars? Please leave that story out and encourage me to wait in anticipation. Because that's more rewarding for me too!

Returning from the Romaburg Underground Ruins and returning to the city of Romaburg, I decided to redeem the loot as soon as possible.

I was able to sell off one skeleton of the Skeleton Man "Wight" and two skeletons of the Little Ghost "Goblin" and the Medium Ghost "Hobgoblin" in the Adventurer's Guild, and have about 80,000 Themis in my hand.

"I didn't expect to get this kind of money all at once..."

I'm impressed by the weight of the money bag.

A month's worth of labor until a while ago was only available in one day.

This still leaves the Golden Snail "Gold My Mai" fighting bone and the Snail Gold "My Margo".

Because Mani was intrigued by the snail gold "Maimargo", it is to be left behind.

The fighting bones of the golden snail "Gold My Mai" were also to be left behind for now.

Wherever the fighting bones are sold, they are often nearly double the forehead when bought back.

Because it is not quite available, such as the Class C Warcraft fighting bone, it is now kept by Mani.

Mani used to want a non-blacksmith wizard.

It's not that hard to sell at all times, and I decided I should keep it on my license first.

There, I heard applause.

Looking back at what it was, there was someone tall, with glasses on.

He was a good acquaintance of mine.

"Hyo, Mr. Hyodle......! You were coming back."

"Congratulations, Dean. I didn't know for a while because I was diving day after day into a demonic labyrinth in a remote land, but at some point you left the haulier and fought as a swordsman. It's a cool magic sword."

If you thought the surroundings were kind of noisy, would Mr. Hyodle have come home?

Mr. Hyodle is undoubtedly one of the city's Romaburg-based adventurers capable of entering five fingers.

The magic spear to bear is called "Spear Hale of Wind Reading [C]," and all adventurers in Romaburg know it because they don't hide it and talk around it.

Manipulate the magic of the wind and invite enemy gaps to take a fighting style that ensures that they are tailored with long spears.

Despite his strength, Mr. Hyodle hired me twice as a haulier, and he was a saint who gave me all kinds of advice and even put it on my reward.

If you have a new face within your Adventurer Guild, you often go first to speak up.

Besides, I am perfectly superhuman that I am turning the majority of my rewards to donations to the orphanages I grew up in.

When I first heard about Mr. Hyodle, there was no way he was such a person, so much so that I suspected him of lying.

It is the difference between heaven and earth from some scumbag who priced the reward, complained about it later and pulled it down, hung "Decoy" on me and left me in the Devil's Labyrinth.

"Is that the reward I just received? Isn't that something? Mani, you're safe now."

"Shit, don't tear it up! Me and Mani, you know, it's not like that yet... uh... oh, no, not yet!

"Can you illuminate..."

Mr. Hyodle narrows his eyes slightly unfortunately.

"They're noisy. Hyodle, if it's going to be a long talk, I'll let you go."

Silver-haired, she was about my age.

She had a clean nose, white as ceramic, and beautiful skin.

He was beautiful, but his deep red eyes, so cold that he wanted to get away from his eyes, were some ominous guy.

He carries a slender, back-length magical sword.

Instead of the Adventurer Guild, I don't even remember seeing it within the city of Romaburg.

A guy who makes such an impression, once he sees it, he won't forget.

"She seems to be descended from a tribe that has traveled around undeveloped lands full of warcraft, out of the hands of the army, the Narc tribe."

The Narc tribe knows.

Thousands of years ago, since the rough days before the founding of the Kingdom of Lyude, he has traveled around the continent among small nations, continuing to live freely while being targeted for life from various places, and being hailed as the most powerful tribe of the Pure Man (Legman).

The whole thing has not been revealed because it is secrecy, not swarmed with outside its own tribe.

But he is supposedly gaining the power of human separation by contracting with a mighty warcraft with a unique culture and sleeping in different worlds.

I thought they were the ones who stayed out of it for the rest of their lives.

"When I came back, I happened to meet him in Romaburg. She's named Edda."

I see... the Narc tribe says they don't inherently walk near people.

I guess Mr. Hyodle couldn't ignore her in need in a culture she didn't know about.

But it seems unlikely first, such as the Narc tribe walking alone in the city...

"Don't talk too much about people, Hyodle. I don't feel good."

Edda turns red, eyes like Reaper to Mr. Hyodle.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think enough"

Mr. Hyodle bows his head with a bitter laugh.

But...... that's right. Shouldn't Mr. Hyodle choose who to help too?

From her, I feel ominous.