The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

Less than a few months after Mr. Torsti's departure, the war between the Holy Reich and the surrounding countries ended.

At the beginning of the war, the Empire gained momentum by slaughtering the Class A guilder (Jill of Great Destruction) and the "Gil of Divine Speed" put into Orbwhite by the Emperor himself, but it was on track to spread the front to the dark clouds.

In doing so, not only Orbwhite, but also many weak and small nations could not be helped by the emperor alone thanks to the alliance's concerted fight, and they could not retreat and show their backs, and were in equilibrium.

There comes the dead-end prince and the beastman's deity.

Ms Torsti, who climbed the castle with the help of Windia, overlapping survival reports over nobles and lords who were associated and believed to be anti-war, met with the emperor.

I don't know how the result will be a duel, but the fact that "the Emperor, descended from God, will fight and defeat battles with the Divine Sword” is the best because he is a descendant of God. So it was a crush on their assertion that adults would obey.

Plus, somehow Mr. Orion, who was on Mr. Torsti's escort, showed it using a divine sword, so that the Puppets were close to God, I couldn't even make any claims.

As a result, the war went to an end with a marked reduction in the ability to continue fighting, without the morale to maintain a front in a disrupted empire due to the loss of justice.

...... that is the summary of Mr Karon's report.

I've been hearing a little bit about the situation if it's about rumours, but as always, I didn't hear more about it in Luneville, and it was far from the atmosphere during the war.

I came to the branch. I saw that early.

"It's the same here."

and Mr. Torsti smiled bitterly.

In front of him he remains the same journey support he has seen before, with no single decoration as a royal family.

I can't see any injuries or anomalies, and if they say I've returned most of them, people who don't know what's going on are going to believe me.

But when I looked at it again, its standing behavior was more grand than before, and I would say it looked brittle, or the feeling of danger was completely gone.

"I'm back now"

"Huh? Oh, yes. You're safe."

Were you ridiculous that it was a sales response without emotion, Mr. Torsti only smiles a little.

"I'd like to talk to you... for a moment"

I assumed you meant alone, not over the counter.

But I'd say the rule of thumb so far...... my guess warns me.

That said, I can't say no weirdly because I don't know what you're talking about...

"We have a little until the break, so why don't they take a break"

"No, I'm going around town a little bit."

Hearing the time to rest, Mr. Torsti bought juice and a sandwich, leaving the branch behind.

With him leaving, the gaze of the people he seemed to be listening to concentrates on me.

Especially Cynthia next door.

"... this will be confessed."

I grumbled about that with my face often because she asked me more than that.

"Something totally different than when I was there."

"The power of love."

"Love!?"

"It's love!

"Love!"

Usually I even joined Elise embarrassing Cynthia and said whatever I wanted.

"You know... we both know who that guy is, don't we? Weird thing to say is, the scary people are gonna take you, right?

"" Uh-huh. ""

"Not really."

He just wanted to take a breath, and the two went right back to work, saying something.

Even that guy seems to have trauma for a woman, and it's not gonna be a hassle, is it?

With that said, I headed into the private room where Mr. Torsti waited.

When I asked Mr. Torsti, who was sitting in a chair, about the requirements after brewing tea, he moistened his throat with tea and looked straight at me,

"I want you to come with me, Rykhand"

I said.

"... ha"

There's no way you can judge me if I'm told just the conclusion of the request.

To my such reaction, Mr. Torsti smiled bitterly as the bat looked bad, leaving his back in the chair.

"... sorry. I'm in a hurry."

"No. I said to the Empire... was there anything?

"No... I don't know what it is"

I let my gaze swim into the universe at first sight and take the cup again.

Mr. Torsti slowly continued his words, as he organized himself into feelings with a cup of tea.

"Having said the end of the war, the empire, which unilaterally declared war, will continue to be disadvantaged"

"... right"

"I will do all I can for the Empire. Talked to my father... I wanted to do that for myself, not for someone"

"With His Majesty the Emperor?"

Oh, and Mr. Torsty smiles.

"... I wasn't really willing to sign up for a duel then"

"We fought, I heard."

"Oh. As I exchanged words with my father, I... so intuited that I had to cross my father. Not to be recognized by someone, but to recognize myself... I thought so"

Saying so, Mr. Torsti drops his gaze and touches his bracelet.

Mr. Caron's report says the divine sword wasn't working, so I think he fought in a haunted state.

"Only the divine sword is not all about the power of God. That's what I told my father... he's still half-witted by the mere proof of force. The road is steep... but I'm going to turn it into an empire that can stand without relying on a divine sword"

Mr. Torsti raises his gaze and looks at me.

"By my side, I need your support."

... Cynthia is right about this... right?

If you take it as a good idea, I guess it's not as Tris Deer Rhea who hasn't been dressed like an imperial, but only as Mr. Torsti's personal feelings......

I like that you don't wield power, but that's not what I'm talking about.

Confession is my over-consciousness, and even if it was really a headhunting thing, the answer is decided.

"I can't accept that story. I'm sorry."

"... well. Too bad."

Behind the words, Mr. Torsti smiled calmly.

Does that mean... you're over-conscious?.................. is embarrassing! also, could she have been a goddess or something and become a heavenly dog!?

Gyah!! The new black history......!!

and Mr. Torsti, who doesn't know my inner part who shouts like an endless demon behind the guise of calm, speaks in the same atmosphere as just now.

"A little, relieved"

"... Huh?

What did you say?

To me when I asked back, Mr. Torsti mixed something bitter in his grin.

"If you were by my side, I might just be satisfied with that"

"Ha..."

Mr. Torsti drinks his chilled tea and gets up.

"Now we can proceed without leaving untrained. Thanks for hanging out with me."

"... no. If you have any problems, say anything. We're here to help you as much as we can."

That wasn't a social dictionary or anything, it was a word out of my heart.

But Mr. Torsty slowly shook his head to the side.

"I don't seem to have much of a gift to come and congratulate you before the woman who refused you courtship."

Oh, it was a courtship, wasn't it?

Good.... like, not good......

At any rate, there's no credibility in saying masochistic with a gentle look, is there? I'm a samurai.

I'm sorry to hear that.

"Please don't. Determination shakes."

That's how he laughed, and Mr. Torsti, who exchanged words of farewell, followed the branch.

Now, one true Empire story is settled.

As I returned to the counter and exhaled a sigh of relief, I captured a young man rushing in with such momentum as to smash the atmosphere.

On its waist is a wielding demon sword wrapped around it with a cursed cloth.

Youth...... Tristan is approaching with the impetus he grabs.

"Lord Ilia! Lord Serge told me!! To me and to me!!"

"Tristan, calm down"

"Thanks!! How dare you!!"

Tristan collapses after being hit hard in the back of the head before I hit him.

"... straw. I let my mouth slip."

Serge, who bears the holy sword on his shoulder while remaining in the sheath, apologized with great sorrow.

Since the Battle of the Arena, Mr. Serge and Mr. Tristan have fitted in together like incisive best friends and rivals.

"How dare you!!"

Mr. Serge grabbed me by the collar, and Tristan leaves the branch as I slouch.

Those in the branch who knew the impending atmosphere in the arena were dismayed by its appearance, and the next moment the hall was engulfed with laughter.

I look over the counter at that.

The Alliance man, who came not so long apart, offered a bag of material and a requisition form, as well as a registration card.

"Mr. Ilia, please register and rate your achievement!

"Yes. I'm in awe"

I want money. I want information. I want power.

There is always a reason for those who come to the branch.

Branch (here) is not the starting point, even if it is the starting point.

Every living person walks their own path, so the branch is just a passing point on the way to their destination... if you say so, each one of them is the main character, and it's only one event in that story, isn't it?

"... Yikes! Now you can buy a new sword! See you later, Mr. Ilia!

"Yes."

And if we serve our purpose, we all leave the branch.

So our last job at reception is to drop people off.

Some people say they miss that, but it doesn't end with me getting involved...... I feel like I can confirm that person's story goes on and I'm just a little relieved.

"Looking forward to seeing you again"

Hiding that feeling, I will, even today, drop them off from over the counter.