The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

Alliances have a variety of terms and regulations, as well as prohibitions on requisition orders.

One is to dress up as someone else and register an order.

As an implicit understanding, order registration can take place even in the absence of the party member.

But that is the principle laid down for imposing severe penalties if it was a malicious disguised order, such as a person whose order is restricted by penalties imposed by a priori posing as someone else to deceive the eyes of the coalition or a consignment order to fraudulently raise the rank.

And the other is the fulfillment of the request by the unregistered person on the order.

Strict caution should be exercised if offenders do not see any malice, such as when the crusader is defeated due to an unintentional encounter.

However, if it is clearly considered intentional, it will be subject to fines and imprisonment.

And if it refuses even that or repeats similar violations, it is considered a solemn object by the Union.

If it belonged to a mercenary guild, a solemn purge by force would be executed. Since execution is carried out relentlessly and thoroughly in an attempt to protect the authority and trust of the Alliance, it is not infrequent that solemn subjects lose their lives.

If they belonged to commercial, industrial and agricultural guilds, they would be dried in their respective forms. People who lend a hand are also punished, so they are afraid of what is also known as "slow execution”, which leaves them in a state of precise isolation and helplessness.

The penalties weigh completely differently, but both are rules needed to keep the guild functioning.

The proper assessment of the capacity is because the party who orders the request naturally also does not cause extra damage to the party who issued the request, and the Alliance's control of the amount of the request prevents unilateral negotiations.

The denial of the guild is only a disorder in the name of freedom, which the previous Apostle said.

In that case, the first people to sacrifice are the terminals.

- Give me more money.

- I don't know what it means to impose restrictions on receiving requests.

The ones who hate control are the ones who have most of the power.

It doesn't sound good to say that we suppress the strong in numbers to protect the weak, but I also don't think we have a choice, because an alliance that respects personality and freedom cannot be dumped just on the powerful like a country.

Well, when I say what you want to say, let's follow the rules, that's what I mean.

That's not what I was able to say when I got the ability with cheats.

Improving the examination and medical facilities of the Arena and Church for the construction of Branch Cafeteria II.

The number of people and requests in the city has increased, but my own work has not changed much, and there have been relatively peaceful, leisurely days since one of the Apostles.

But there's no way that day will last.

"Tell me the right weapon, too."

Mr Serge whispered that so that I could only hear him.

Since the previous incident, he began to ripen the request mainly for participation in the arena.

Erica and I both seemed to be doing well, but I can't feel any room for rear filling on that look that devours my teeth and bows its head to me.

"If we stay like this, Erica will protect us...!

That's tough.

Erica is stronger than a lousy avant-garde person, and she has the all-purpose ability to support herself with recovery drugs and abnormal medications.

As for Serge, who is a raw avant-garde, if he loses with pure combat power, he loses his position.

Still, someone has to stand in front of you when you turn to support, and in the end it's a matter of pride, isn't it?

I think you should throw that away, but even if you're stubborn here, you're Ami the original tree...

"That's not all, of course!?"

Mr Serge hastily said such a thing about how he mistook me for a thought.

"... you know the one called" Tristan the Devil Sword ”?

"Yes, I know."

I knew him long before Erica and the others gave him names.

His Devil's Sword has the effect of only hardening and sharpening for what he has inhaled a person's blood.

When I say a person's blood, it seems to count, not quantity, and he enters the arena “because he can legally hurt people” or something.

Every time I breathe blood, they just call me the Devil's Sword because it glows red, the weapon that crowns the Devil... not everyone in this world knows the definition of the Devil.

Against divine artifacts that ignore and alter what is a law of physics for causality, the artifact affects the tool itself and those who touch it. Its effects are limiting, but unlike divine artifacts, it has the advantage that anyone can use them, and for people, artifacts are often more of a threat.

Well, the original owner is often the devil, so it's obvious if you take it for granted.

"It's still a rumor... he's coming here"

"Really..."

Serge's expression is hard.

But I think that's like a nervousness coming from a hard will, not a strong tension against something to repel.

Mr. Serge, who remembered being seen by me, broke his expression by scratching his head a little shy.

"Even so, I won't run away. I don't want Erica to mess with me."

"Really?"

Good afternoon.

"So I have to be strong.... to beat him"

As far as I'm concerned, don't you need to stick around that much? That's what I mean.

But if you don't overcome it here, you can't tell me that Mr. Serge really got back on his feet.

I also thought about Mr. Erica and decided to lend a hand here.

But there's one problem.

Serge possesses [swordsmanship] skills appropriately and chooses the right weapon for him, unlike when Erica was there, right?

It doesn't really make sense to look after a weapon because it doesn't extend your aptitude skills again.

Of course, I think you could expect a lot of growth if you had a special training focus on efficiency, like when Erica did.

But that's hard to beat Tristan.

Hande that you can't get a sword poorly is a little too big, isn't it?

Even if you look at Serge's [Swordsmanship] skill bonus, he's more or less shaking the slashing assist and the fat muscle assist at 7: 2, and now he can't completely flush the shock by shaking it to Parisian assist.

Then stretch your dagger now and let Paris wield it all...?

"... I can't, huh?

Mr. Serge peeks in with an anxious look at how he mistook me for a troubled one.

I can't help it if I'm alone, so I'm going to be honest with you about one thing here.

"Do you say you can't, from what I've seen, I think the weapon compatible with Mr. Serge fits with a sword"

……

Mr. Serge has a complex look that he says is half joyful and half pessimistic.

I think half of it was done because I was aware that it was the sword that was right for me because I was trying everything when I was frustrated in the first place.

"Then I guess I'll just have to be strong myself..."

"Basically, yes."

"Basic...?

I was losing interest in his eyes, and my rhetoric, including mine, brought me back to life.

"Is there something?

"I'm not saying it's a recommended weapon, but how about using a shield or dagger and going back and forth through the other person's sword?

"... shield or dagger,..."

I didn't like it because I saw it.

You said give me the recommended weapon or something, what do I need to hesitate to do?

If you're going to say it's a bad way or something to work out measures instead of being purely strong, I'd like to ask what you really want to do.

"Ilia"

"Oh, I'm sorry. If you're next in line, this way. Thank you for waiting."

In Clarice's voice, I noticed people waiting to register who had lined up about three people.

I feel like more disciplined people reading the air, even though you can come normally because it's like an extension of a public discourse.

It's a good thing because it means you're safe, but if you bother like you are now, you feel more guilty about your conscience than you ever have, right?

I thought I could work. I miss those days.

"If you don't like having a shield or dagger, make a new sword."

"New...?

"If it's one way or another, I think we can help"

I only told Serge about the business, and I started the reception.

I'm halfway there, so naturally, but the order registration is interrupted. No, Mr. Serge has asked for more information about the new sword.

The appearance of more chopped feathers than just now may be entrusting hope to this method.

"So, what do you mean, a new sword? You know about that devil's sword, don't you?

"Yes, so it offsets that ability."

"........................ what?

Mr. Serge, who is distracted.

"... you're saying we're gonna build the same demon sword as him?

"No way."

Demon Swords are coincidental products that can overlap several factors with divine objects.

You can't make objects with the same abilities if you aim at them, and if you do poorly, you can "slash them often, but if you have them, you suffer from abdominal pain” or something weird. It can come with a disadvantage... a demon of a weapon.

Demons contain more shadow pixels in their bodies, which greatly attenuate their abilities during the day when the photons that make them disappear are filled.

In other words, if you are a weapon containing photon, you can offset the effect of the demon.

"Build a holy sword."

Mr. Serge's first voice, who told me to build the Holy Sword,

"... if that's what it is, how could anyone have built it?

That was a question full of suspicion.

You're more right to say you didn't build it, you couldn't, and you don't know the definition of demons and demons first, so there's no way you can imagine it in the first place, is there?

Nevertheless, I decided to mention the easiest problems to understand because it would be troublesome to say so.

"If you try to build it normally, you need either the back crystal of a light dragon or the horn of Al Mirage, or the hoof of an amaztaurus, for the ingredients. It's also multiple sites by individual."

It goes without saying that Mr Serge has been out of line.

Al Mirage is a horny rabbit, and he's not a monster to be surprised at you for being quite fierce.

A creature that treats him like a holy beast for those who make him a god of faith, as a direct peculiarity given to him by Bwevejawell (too good a distress), a pillar of a pitiful beast god who is a weak creature. So when it comes to hunting Al Mirage, it turns all the Christians against the enemy.

Something similar to Al Mirage because it is God's surrogate treatment in a region where Amaztaurus also lives.

If you can defeat the Light Dragon by yourself, taking the Devil's Sword is not an enemy of humans... and trying to build it normally, it's packed with a lot of things, right?

Normally, then.

"Except with alchemy."

"Alchemy?"

"Yes, we can make homogeneous materials if you have manacapul steel, bones of organisms that are not demons, and light worm grass growing in the Mildura cave"

All of them are expensive or difficult to get, but they were just pretty realistic materials compared to what I mentioned earlier.

Because of that, Serge worried about what she would have given up if she'd listened normally,

"... if you prepare it, you can build a holy sword, right?

And I've been pushing just in case.

I admire how much you want to win - but you can't even lie, so I shook my neck to the side and denied his words.

"No, you will need either psycholeptic metal (Orihalcon) to make it a holy sword, or you will need Heil silver, although the quality will fall considerably"

Orihalcon, which is produced very rarely in the world tree, has the highest affinity with elements such as magic and photons among all the metals present in this world.

Then as its properties go down in the order of silver, copper, and gold, silver is also symbolic and highly demonic, so if I were to compromise it would be silver... if I didn't make it an alloy, it would be soft and unusable for swords, so its purity would probably go down as well.

"As long as we have the material, alchemists and blacksmiths will prepare it here"

"In this case... Alchemists, if they have materials, blacksmiths won't be the same if we choose them."

You thought it was used for partnering dashi, and Serge seemed dissatisfied with it.

"As I say, you will need a dedicated furnace to smelt the photon ore you produce, so you can only make it if you have the expertise and skill"

"... be, specialize? There's a big furnace on the outskirts of Monoville. Can't you do that?

To Mr. Serge in a hurry, I nod softly.

"That furnace is primarily a facility for two-stage smelting, where wind stones are used to create high temperatures. But if it's too hot, all the photons disappear. The furnace for smelting while leaving photon is enough for what used to be well used, but since the furnace had to be destroyed in a single production, most people now say it is too inefficient to produce compared to the current one, which can be smelted continuously and of good quality."

"Wow, okay! I'll leave you to it!

"I'm in awe"

Rooted in my words speaking without a curtain (?) Then, Mr. Serge raised the white flag.

I haven't fallen far enough to deprive you of your freedom of choice for no reason. Yikes.

Well, I've said a lot, but the truth is, I can produce it in alchemy up to the smelting stage where the impurities are removed.

More importantly, even the Holy Sword can be built right away... but that means it won't do him any good without paying the corresponding price there.

"The manacapur mine is a thing or a pinea... as the bone turns at the end..."

You switched your head already, Mr. Serge was whining about bumps and future policies.

The power of love is great because someone who has been grumbling until a while ago has become so positive.

"Oh, hey... how much money should I have?

"I'll hang it on the alchemist and calculate it. Come back the day after tomorrow."

"Don't be so hard..."

As for Mr. Serge, I know you'd like to leave now, but please note that you can't do anything bad with me.

Where the topic was separated, Mr. Serge took a seat in large measure.

"You need money anyway, don't you? I'll be registering for tomorrow."

"Practice formations before that!

In front of Serge, who turned around slightly, Erica stood at the head of the companions with a swollen face.

He said, "If you don't come to the club at rendezvous time, you can go to the arena."

"Whoa, this is already the time!

"You enjoyed talking to Ilia so much that you forgot your time, aside from Erica. What were you talking about?

"Well... you asked for a good request to practice formation."

My buddies even teased me, Mr. Serge of all things.

Erica's gaze temperature is dropping sharply because she doesn't need to hide it.

Don't even think about it being cooler now. I wish I could tell the truth.

With that in mind, a popular youth brought a requisition form under Clarice.

The figure is lightweight and the weapon is a one-handed sword and shield.

He dressed as a warrior who seemed to be everywhere, but the atmosphere he was entangled in was different from other guilders in the branch.

His sub-status, visible in [Eye of God], is high in charm, and is labeled "Prince of the Empire".

So this high attraction value is due to the fact that a nasty prince has been educated to stand above people. Besides, because people are used to seeing me, there's no way they care if people turn their gaze on me.

I don't know why the emperor's prince is in Rondville, far away, and I don't know why he has the guilder's registration card... but I don't have anyone with him, and I know he's hiding his identity if you think about it.

However, I felt that his inherent skills and bracelet told the story of the complexity of the youth situation.

A young man who doesn't realize he's a prince shows discomfort to me when he pays a little attention.

"... what. What can I do for you?"

"No. Excuse me."

Clarice begins the registration verification of the order by placing the registration certificate and the requisition form on a glass panel.

I don't know what you're causing, but even in the shabby hours of certification, the young man was squirming and touching his right-hand bracelet.

Well, if you ask me to hurry, there's nothing I can do about all this. - Okay. As I stood with my rinse face whining inside, I saw a pale light start to change.

The result is red. The glass panel indicated that it could not be ordered.

If you look at it, it is the order rank item that the light is flashing on the requisition table that you have checked.

It was only natural that if an order rank applied for a crusade request for B by a person of Alliance rank D, it would not be authenticated.

I don't know because I'm royal...... it can't be, but Clarice decided to arrange the requisition form and registration card on the counter as per the manual and explain it to the youth.

"Sorry, your order registration application has been rejected"

……

"Do you know the rules for rank limits in order registration?

……

With a blatant attitude, the youth left the counter without affirmation or denial, holding a registration card and a requisition form.

Seeing as how he wasn't surprised that it was rejected, he seemed to know how much the rank limit was.

Yet I brought it to register because I thought it would be deluded......?

The young man, who returned the request form to the bulletin board without making any particular complaint, left the branch without choosing a new request.

"... I wonder what. Him now."

No one answered Clarice's monologue, and the branch was soon back to its usual sight.

After that, I checked the city and there was no sign of him... and I didn't even know if he was trying to do anything to Luneville as a Puppeteer.