The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

Back in the Adventurer Guild, it became a big fuss.

The dragon killer hero Vaud crusaded the enchanted dragon. The adventurers who were in the Alliance rejoiced that our Alliance Master left a new footprint in his martial arts.

The adventurers who took part in the crusade also receive praise from around them and share their joy.

Because I was a beginner gear, I was able to escape those wheels of welcome early. Mr. Bell has gone back to being a cat and is on my shoulder.

After all, Mr. Vaud is not a painting, at times like this. As I moved to the edge of the Guild Ground Floor floor for a bunch of people to rejoice in the warm gaze, Mr. Ruti, who made me the daughter of the Guild Chief, came to join the crusade.

"Well, I don't know what to say... I think I should honor you more, I am"

"No. Mr. Vaud must be the one who defeated the ancient dragon, right? He deserves to be honored."

Yes, I'm not wrong. Although assisted by other adventurers, it was Mr. Vaud who struck and defeated the Enchanted Dragon the hardest.

"But without you, my father couldn't have defeated the dragon"

Sitting next to me, Mr. Ruti sees his blessed father and his companions. It's a side where you can see complicated moods.

Don't you like about my father being hailed as a hero...? Yeah, well, even so, it would be a family matter. I mean, it's none of my business, it's not like I'm gonna say anything.

"... I just assisted"

I'll take a seat.

"Those who were fighting outside, the magicians who were thorough in defensive magic, and the avant-garde, all assisted in the crusade. I'm not the only one. It's a victory we've all won."

Of course, you too - if I may say so, Mr. Ruti smiled small.

"Thanks"

He gave me his hand all the time.

"Tell me if anything happens. Because it helps."

"Hi."

After responding with a handshake, I left my guild behind. I'll stroke you under that neck, Mr. Bell, while you're on your shoulder.

"Aren't you going to say something, Mr. Bell?

"What do you want Oyla to say?

"No, I've been quiet. Something bothering you?

"No, nothing..."

"Say it. I guess there's something there, huh?

Thank you. Mr. Bell seemed obstinate. I was prompted, the black cat said.

"I wish I had eaten more ancient dragon meat."

Oh, I see. Because we've all split the mountains. I got meat, too, but, Mr. Bell, I guess that's not all I'm lacking.... because it is rare in rare, such as meat from ancient dragons.

Include stories I've heard from here.

Tales of ancient dragon crusades by the Adventurer's Guild spread throughout the King's Capital, including the Royal Castle.... Whatever, there is evidence of ancient dragon material.

Mr. Vaud's fame for stabbing Todome in the enchanted dragon increased even further. The adventurers who joined the battle also received praise from everyone, and their participants gained even more attention by wearing weapons, protective equipment, etc. made from ancient dragon materials.

Well, me and Mr. Bell didn't make any particular noise because we didn't stand out like that.

It's just that the adventurers who took part - especially Kroga and Reglas - apparently told Mr. Vaud and Mr. Lassia that that would be too low, even if they knew I had been promoted to the B-rank.

Mr. Ruti also said that some of the participating adventurers thought they could not crusade without me.... I'm glad people appreciate you.

Nevertheless, some pointed out that I actually only assisted. Amphi, a self-proclaimed beauty magic swordsman at the A-rank Adventurer Party, is at its head. Most importantly, she said calmly, not as a negative opinion in her case, but because the facts are facts.

'I'm telling you he's good for B-rank, so that's good, right?

At the same time, he was laughing, "He's humble, isn't he?"

Meanwhile, me and Mr. Bell left the King's Capital for a while.

To join the Dungeon Expedition of the Royal Army led by Early. I originally promised. Fly the magic car (Safilo) and it was quick to catch up.

Inside the Kingdom Expeditionary Army, Arly, escorted by a Kingsguard, was on a white horse. The soldiers were nervous about the carriage they followed (which looks that way because of the disguised magic), but as soon as Early and the Kingsguards noticed me, they let me through.

I had a light meeting with the expedition's strength and marching schedule... yeah, this just didn't feel any better than I thought.

The number of soldiers is 500, including heavy (ginger) (auxiliary personnel such as transport). Besides, this force with the debacle of the First Expeditionary Corps. I know King Eman is secretly trying to bury Early. If you make me say it, it's obviously an organization that just keeps saying "come die".

I don't have a choice. Shall we do some work? I'm being asked to protect Early, because I'm also the one - that's Jianmae. The real deal is that if she dies, she'll be in trouble, for an extremely personal reason.

The Orcs are going to be fighting for the Earlies. The core of the underground city dungeon was already lost. There won't be a sudden increase in numbers, but there must still be quite a few left.

Greedy Worm, the biggest factor in the last First Expedition's failure, ruled it out, but this Second Expedition has less force than last time. If so, it would be good for later on to cut the number of troops in the oak.

King Veliraldo, the capital of the king...

At night, the liquor store is noisy and full of guests. The adventurers are making a particularly flashy noise today.

Anyway, the subject of the enchanted dragon was crusaded by the kingdom's proud dragon slayer, Vaud, and his people.

The adventurer and the guests of the nearby tavern are clear to his hero Tan and give him a drink.

In the meantime, a woman adventurer dressed in a hooded black coat was wearing a pale look at Yale.

The hood is taken, so the shorter brunette is dew. The face is normal. I'm not beautiful, but I'm not scrupulous. The physical appearance was sluggish, and again, as a woman, there were no noticeable elements.

No one speaks up. Because the regulars know that even if the woman speaks to them, they will be cold. Underneath the coat is a chain mail and a battle knife on the tool belt. The fact that a stupid drunk got his hands on it and was about to get his neck cut off is no longer even a talking grass.

The name is Mentila. He is an adventurer and ranks D. This has not fulfilled another conspicuous request, but to the extent that those who know do.

- Dungeon 'Aesto' is silent, he said.

Mentila shrugged in her heart as she poured in the ale.

The Kingdom of Veliraldo is sending a second offensive force to a dungeon they call 'underground city'. The crusade of the ancient dragon, a dungeon core brought to the king's capital to sew in between. I guess the Adventurer Alliance gathered elite adventurers to hit the offense shortly after the First Attack Squad was scattered.

But the mystery remains. Mentila turns her frigid eyes to an adventurer who talks as if she had seen a crusade.

Vaud should have been in King's Capital, but how in this short time did he go to the underground city - the codename 'Aesto' dungeon - and defeat the dragon?

-Ma, it must be metastatic magic, but who is the surgeon?

In Mentila's grasp, the Wang Capital Adventurers Guild should have no users for the transfer. Is that the magic regiment of the kingdom? No, such an epic sorcerer has not been confirmed in the Wang capital. Is it hard to think that I even used some rare magic equipment...

A little more research is needed - Mentila finishes the bill and leaves the tavern behind.

Put on your hood and walk around the King's Capital at night.

"Another noise, do I need to wake you up..."

D-Rank Adventurer Mentila. That's the face of the table. Her true work is apart.

An agent sent from a certain country - the country she serves is called the Great Empire...