The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

Two days later.

To Serge, who visited the branch, I gave him a request form.

"What requisition form...?

"It's a request from an alchemist. If you have the number of materials that Serge wants on the requisition form, they'll generate it for free and pay you for the excess."

"Is that true!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Serge was so pleased that he seemed to make a small leap, but he consolidated his expression with a perfect fit for the next moment.

Light worm grass native to the Mildura cave can be picked at about midpoint if it's a small number, but if I try to earn a number, I'll really have to go deep.

And behind the cave is a dragon-shaped demon named Nidheggle, which increases the encounter rate as you go back, right?

Mr. Serge, it's quite dangerous to go on your own.

"... oh shit! You had a request to crusade Nidheggle too!? Someone couldn't register him before!

Serge glanced at the bulletin board, thinking that it would be more convenient to go with everyone to defeat them anyway.

But there are no Nidheggle letters there.

It was Mr. Grace who put his hands on the shoulder of the surprised Mr. Serge and flickered through the requisition form.

"I'm sorry. We signed up first."

The requisition form in her hand was firmly marked with Nidheggle letters and the names of their [Zhu's Double Knife] members.

I'm sure Mr. Grace wanted to make fun of Mr. Serge for being angry that he had his handle embezzled, but rather, Mr. Serge was happy with the momentum to raise his hands.

"Oh, my God! Can I come with you?!?"

Mr. Grace, distracted, shook his neck beside him with a bitter smile.

"When you stop. Because my people are a pain in the ass. Besides, if I get you into a fight, it's gonna be a lot more trouble."

"I... I don't know"

If Mr. Serge, who has not registered his order, is involved in the battle, there is no doubt that he will be detained and heard for possible violations of the terms.

I wish I could register my order, but this time it's going to be a hassle with the rewards and guild contribution system.

"Wow. Good luck with that."

"Thanks. You too."

Taking his eyes off Mr. Grace as he walked away, Mr. Serge turned to me again.

"So I'm going alone."

"I'm in awe"

Receive registration certificate and start order registration.

Making a request to reward you as an alchemist is like financial aid to build a preemptive furnace, but I wanted you to go to the back of the cave even if you pulled that out.

The person that Mr. Serge said he couldn't take orders from was the prince of that empire, and I didn't know why he bothered to choose the Nidheggle crusade.

So you were worried that you hadn't done something wrong.

The result was that Mr. Grace and the others would go, and I'm glad Mr. Serge didn't have to mention anything to go alone.

Eventually the light on the glass panel turned blue, informing them of the completion of the order registration.

Return the registration certificate and the request form to Mr. Serge and explain the precautions for transporting the material.

"- Please note the above"

"Okay."

"We sincerely hope you are safe and successful."

I continued my reception work even after I dropped off Mr. Serge leaving the branch for departure.

Always a dear hack sounded strange, Kati was invited on a date and it turned out to be a weird commotion, but nothing happened. Days went on as usual.

I've confirmed that the prince is not in Luneville, but I haven't heard from anywhere in Rondville about the incident or the anomaly, and I was just too imprisoned by the words of my former deputy branch manager to begin to wonder if it was like a distraction to the troubled prince.

It wasn't until right after that that that I had the reward because I was so comfortable thinking about it.

It was five days after I dropped Mr. Serge off.

It was the same day that Mr. Serge and Mr. Grace left Luneville.

But Mr. Serge travels around to collect other than light worm grass, so Mr. Grace and the others came home first.

Back at the branch, she had no damage to her appearance or status, and I thought she had successfully completed the request. But she's got a generous look on her face, freezing people in the hall with fear.

"Mr. Grace, is something wrong?

Asking Mr. Grace, who came straight to me, she hugged me, not even over the counter.

No, no, no.

"... what are you doing"

"Refill"

I thought I said that, and Mr. Grace took a deep breath as he buried his face on me.

So you were satisfied, away she was back to her usual look.

It doesn't look like she's experiencing withdrawal... or anything else.

"I'm sorry. I'm already pissed off. Then I'll report it."

"Yes, thank you."

"Nidheggle was crusaded, but we didn't do it. There was a man who crusaded on his own."

The people who heard her speak go out of their way and the branch calms down.

I see, you were angry when they embezzled your prey.

I looked to Leah and asked her to bring in Mr. Frank.

Meanwhile, you've been remembering as I say, Mr. Grace's expression gradually gets steeper.

"There was just a guy pulling out his sword, trying to catch him, but he got away"

"... was there anything, anything distinctive about it?

"I'm here to ask you that. Serge, who was around the exit, said he was the one who couldn't take orders. Don't you have any idea?

I wanted to hold my head.

I didn't think you were going to cause problems in this way because I was thinking about all the Puerto Rican related stuff.

What? Are there only princes and princes in this world who are idiots?

"... I have filed for registration, so I think we have a record"

Fake name, I suppose.

With that in mind, magic passes through the glass panel, tracing it back to information from the past.

Frank, who came down while I was doing so, came right next to me, but I turned to Mr. Grace, realizing that he was searching.

"Grace, I'm sorry, but let me talk to you again."

"Yeah."

By the end of the search, the description was over, and Mr. Frank looked at me with a difficult look.

Respond with a nod to it and read the search results.

"The other day it was not possible to authenticate the order registration was the registration certificate issued by the headquarters of the Ballampax Federation… The name is Torsti. I'm with the mercenary guild, Ballampax headquarters."

With a long history and many divisions, the Imperial family of the Reikhand can't all have names, middle names and surnames, so it can't be just names. Well, the name would be a pseudonym, and wouldn't it make sense to think deeply about it?

Ballampax is a country with a lot of puppets adjacent to the Empire, because surely the Royal Family should have had a division of the Empire taking over...... they got their hands around from behind, or something?

But the exam basically doesn't require identification, so does it matter?

"... ok. Ilia, give me an urgent transmission request."

"Okay. Are you sure you want just Rondville HQ?

"Oh. Grace, I'm sorry, but I might listen to you again. Please say hello then."

"You can't let go of the wild. I don't have a choice."

Frank and I had to laugh bitterly at Mr. Grace's seemingly annoying look.

Finished the reception, and I headed to the office.

When I knocked and went inside, Mr Frank was just putting together a report on this matter.

"What's up?

"I have something to tell you about the suspect, Mr. Torsti."

"... let me hear it"

Because there was something about the dragon god child (Haku), Mr. Frank stops the pen and enters a listening position.

Unlike when Haku, who was an egg, moved at the will of the prince, so I personally am not going to get much involved.

But now that the relationship between the Alliance and the country is more likely to deteriorate in this case, I thought I would keep my in-laws as an official of the Union branch.

"He is the prince of the Reikhand Empire."

"... are you sure?"

"Yes, far-sighted, but I remember seeing it"

It's a lie, but I can't help it if you don't believe the cheats.... so guilty because I could have completed it before but I was trying to pretend I didn't know...

"Ilia?"

"Oh, no."

Returning to me, Mr. Frank looked at me with a worrying look rather than surprised......

Switch your head and face Mr. Frank again.

"Because that's all I wanted to tell you. We'll work on producing the request."

"Please, but don't push it, okay?

"Yes, I'm fine"

Smile and sound appeal.

But even it's stressful. Yes, and let's not think about it in front of Mr. Frank, who's worried.

Headed to the office. I completed the production of the request and registration of the order within that day, and sent a summary of this case and a report on the suspect to HQ.

A few days later.

The Pu man named Torsti was further confirmed to have carried out an unregistered crusade, and the mercenary Guild General Honshan officially informed the rest of the world that he would be solemnly targeted.

His being the prince of the Empire was not included in the circular.

I can only say maybe, but I think it's an intelligence manipulation of the coalition or mercenary guild headquarters.

I won't subject you to solemnity because you're royal. What can I say, you're a authority gutter, and you're a solemn queen, but if you add that you're royal, you could be buying distrust and disgust from the guilders by not taking it into account and being deeply read.

If protesting the empire doesn't admit it, it's out, and I'll solemnly proclaim it. They just think I'm selling fights.

Most of my behavior may seem sunny, so I guess I went for a tough one......

Standing at the reception counter, thinking about it, I turn my attention to the sword placed at my feet.

The sword says "Holy Sword" when viewed in [God's Eye], but it is supposed to appear there as "Item: Name" like "Sword: OO".

The only reason I don't have a name is because it's a sword no one's ever built before, including similar products.

Dwarves who know the smelter of the previous era, almost the only one, photobaric steel sent by Mr Demostenes, and special alloy elhas containing silver.

Using those two, the single-edged sword created by Dwarf blacksmith Matoseos in the fabrication method of rolling and forging is not the same material or method of fabrication as the holy sword ever made.

I actually kept it to try, not just [God's Eye], but it worked properly as a holy sword, so I think Tristan's Devil's Sword would be fine.

But the person you should give this to is still in a life-saving chase.

"Hello -!

Sophia's, more energetic than usual voice echoed in the hall when she came to pick up lunch.

She seems to be completely tamed too, and comes to the kitchen with an exchange of greetings that she really understood with the people in the hall.

"Hello, sister!

"Hello, be careful"

"Yes!"

Sophia is liked by her children as a sister of the Church for both her fame and her ability to behave more naturally without the power that came from her intentions in the beginning.

The Apostle also behaved creepily as Mr. Bernardo, and Sophia is unaware of his changes.

"That's right! I got a letter from Faye yesterday!

"From Faye?

"Yes! It said I was doing fine!

Faye was an animal girl who attended church school and was hired as a secretarial apprentice by a noble mansion who expected her brilliance.

Her work became famous among the nobles and the high standard of education in the school was to be known throughout Rondville.

I might be able to mediate a place of employment for a school graduate if I keep going, but I was happier that she was doing better than that.

"Oh well. Good."

"Yes!"

You seem in a better mood than usual thanks to the letter, but I'm happy to be with you. That's not what I could have said.

It was when Sophia walked into the kitchen with a grin that the branch door opened in momentum.

"Ilia, come on! And didn't you see Sophia?!?"

"Sophia would be here. What happened to you?

"What, what is it?

I rushed out of the kitchen to find Sophia, and the man who came in pointed to someone with a church.

"I'm a seriously injured patient! I carried him to church!

"Wow, I get it!

I brought a patient to church, but she came to me because Sophia wasn't there, I guess.

Sophia's healing magic can fix most injuries, and I don't know if I need one.

"Ilia, too, please! Sophia alone might not catch up!

"Oh, yes."

Multiple...... that sounds like quite a few too.

"Elise, will you tell Mr. Bardo you're up for a break and faster?

"Yeah. Okay. Go ahead."

"I'm coming"

I left the branch and chased the two of them who ran first.

It's easy to catch up, but run slow so you don't find out. Instead, we decided to keep an eye on the patient with a [thousand eyes] that reduced the distance and increased clairvoyance.

The number of patients is nine, unlike expected.

There were five severely wounded and heavily weighted people, and four minorly wounded people who did not need to rush.

Sure, it's a lot of people, but Sophia's strength seems fine.

Did I get punished for being so optimistic?

The person of the weight was Mr. Torsti, the Pu subject of the Solemnity of Examples.

This seems disastrous as a result of being a solemn battle, but that can't be left to Sofia alone if he's here anyway.

I changed my mind and followed the backs of the two running ahead.

Getting to church or not, Sophia turned away from the usual gloomy atmosphere and began to give benefits to the patient with a Rin expression.

He seems to be used to boulders, and started treating Mr. Torsty with him, perceiving that his wounds were the most awkward.

Couldn't even speak up too quickly and I decided to get to work on treating the seriously ill.

"We're not that bad. We're going to the infirmary in the arena."

"Sorry,... that helps"

Without a glance at the guilders leaving the infirmary to distract her, Sophia continued to perform restorative magic on Mr. Torsti.

But that recovery rate is too slow.

There's nothing wrong with her, but she doesn't realize the cause... Sophia, who doesn't, darkens the color of her rush.

"Sophia, it's okay. Relax."

"Yes......!

Make sure no one's eyes are turned, unbind and chant healing magic/heels.

Even if the four seriously wounded are fully healed, Mr. Torsti is far from fully healed.

I managed to recover to the point where there was no obstacle to my life activities, but I didn't feel like I could move.

Eventually Sophia's magic ran out and she sat on the spot.

"Sister... I'm sorry... later..."

"You don't have to."

The man who answered on my behalf was a birdman who had just entered the room.

I recognize that face, and I'm sure the deputy director of the Rondville headquarters.

"I flew in when I heard Solemn Qing was complete, but it seemed to be in time and above all"

That being said, the Deputy General Manager looks down at Mr. Torsti with a sigh.

It's too soon for me to really fly in from the United Rondville headquarters in Wangdu... I think I rushed to the stage where I found Mr. Torsti and waited in a nearby city until Solemn Qing was complete, that's what I'm about to say.

"Hih, what do you mean you don't need...?

"If you let it heal completely, there is a chance that you will escape. Enough if you don't dare die."

"Damn...!

Sophia tried to protest, but she was exhausted and her legs snapped and she was about to fall.

Supporting her, I turned my attention to the Deputy General Manager (tentatively), who was trying to frame the shackles on Mr Torsti.

"If you don't want any more recovery, stop detaining me"

"That's what I say. You saw the guilder who fought him, didn't you? It's not too late for anything."

From that mouthful, I intuited that this man knew that Mr. Torsty was a royal family.

He's going to be unable to move here because it would be awkward if he got away and even returned to the Empire.

I guess I didn't kill him for mouth sealing because I wanted to avoid the Empire finding out through my registered ballam pax.

"Or will you be responsible for detaining him?

"Yes."

So he agreed, and the deputy general manager (tentatively) blinked his eyes as if he had been taken aback.

"... are you serious? From what I've seen, it looks like a branch official."

"I have a qualification as a judge"

Judges cannot qualify unless they are recognized for their combat ability and insight.

I don't know if that convinced me, but the deputy general manager (tentatively) gave me a lowly grin.

"... ok. The General Manager will be here at a later date. If you let him get away by then, I'll hold you accountable."

"Okay."

hey, there's a chill running on my snake-like smile...... well no. I'm not withdrawing my words.

If we let him get away with it, we just have to catch him again!

The Deputy General Manager (tentatively) took the registration card out of Mr. Torsti's luggage and left the infirmary.

Sophia begging me to take a breath and slightly restore my fatigue.

"Are you sure you want to leave it like this...?

Guilt like abandoning an abandoned puppy strikes me!

I usually have the help to recover properly, but I can't do it in front of Sophia, and the church could break......

It was the apostle who came into the room to be replaced by a deputy (tentative) who answered her question.

"Mr. Ilia has an idea, Sophia."

"Dear Priest..."

The Apostle smiles back at Sofia and then turns to me.

I felt uncomfortable with that gaze I was trying to spot, and I agreed and showed that I had no choice.

"Yes, as soon as his capacity stabilizes, I'd like to move him to the branch."

"I did accept"

Sophia still seemed a little dissatisfied, but at the end of the day, she agreed with me by saying she would rush if her capacity deteriorated.

If the mercenary guild announces that Solemn Qing is now over, one case will be settled.

... Oh, my God, there's been so much trouble lately, there's no way I'm going that conveniently.

Then, less than a month later, the Holy Reich makes a certain statement.

It is retaliation for the use of force against the mercenary guild, as well as against any organization defending the same organization.

From the Empire, it was a declaration of war.