The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

(No way, Rock Wheel did? That can't be right. Lord Malloch is an illegible man in his belly, but all his gestures are Dwarves. Too distinctive in appearance, and most importantly, not the smart imitators......)

My brother Leonhardt's hand is placed on my hurried brother's shoulder again.

"Don't rush, Weiss. Kidnapping must have a purpose. Not immediately harmful to Miss Caroline. Let's sort things out in order."

That said, Leonhardt asked to report the details to the decree.

The workshop was raided in the morning when the Agwinas family carriage arrived at the workshop. Since the workshop uses the majority of the site area for buildings and material storage for manufacturing, there is only room to stop the carriage for two cars. I usually travel with a carriage from the Agwinas family and two carriages of labyrinth crusader soldiers attached to the escort, but that day I happened to have a sudden visitor and only one carriage from the Agwinas family could enter the workshop backyard.

The carriage of the Agwinas family will be put into the backyard, but the carriage of the escorts will be waiting in an unobstructed place on the back street. Of course, the soldiers who got in got off the carriage and walked to the workshop, but the door of the backyard was closed by the raiders who jumped out of the shadows of the workshop premises before the soldiers crept through the gate of the backyard.

There are three raiders. A slender bunch of men wearing weapons and protective equipment for cheap items on the verge of disposal, they were considered adventurers of about the D-rank because of their physical appearance.

Lurking in the workshop's backyard, they crowd into the carriage as the Agwinas family carriage enters or closes the back gate.

I'm guessing we're going to put Caroline in some kind of demand on the hostages.

"Defeat the thief, defeat him!

"Oops, take off plenty, merchant!

Someone raised their voice faster than the raiders put their hands on the Agwinas carriage.

It was a certain merchant who had ordered his own escort to take control of the field, not a soldier struggling to break down the back gate of the workshop, nor a man of the Agwinas family, who happened to come looking for a meeting. The number of well-equipped escorts that jumped out of the merchant's carriage was four. Those who are physically fit and can be seen as stronger than the Raiders at a glance.

When they pulled out their swords, they cut to the Raiders, seemingly totally unwilling to hand or seize them. The difference in rank appears as a clear difference in attack power. The escorts are physically fit, equipped and ranked about C against raiders of about D-rank who are skinny and have no busy gear. It is a power difference that can be powerless enough without having to kill the Raiders.

But the guards, whose inferior qualities appeared on their faces, wielded their swords, saying that if they killed them all, they would catch a cat.

"Oh, no, no, no."

"Shut up and die."

The sword of the inferior escort, which is waved down by the Raider, easily folds the Raider's sword. And he shook up to cut off the raiders as they were, but only a few souns faster the doors of the Agwinas carriage were opened than they were swung down.

I do not know how many people were able to correctly recognise what happened only a few moments after the carriage door was opened.

The shadow popped up at the same time as the carriage door opened, knocking everyone who was pulling the knife down from the edge with the sheath of the sabel as the raiders picked up their enemies at an unrecognizable high speed.

The furthest, raider who was near the back gate, thought he heard a blow in the distance, saw him knocked down by a person in a green costume who made his blonde hair blurry, without distinction between the raider and the escort. And in the next moment, the person appeared in front of him, and his consciousness had been pruned.

"I wanted to…………………………."

Mallow frowned, the blonde man who controlled the scene by himself, to the raider's twinkle just before he lost consciousness.

"Good day, Master Mallow."

Leto, a Mallow graduate aboard the Agwinas family carriage, rushes to the side to ask for Mallow's instructions. Talos, the slave soldier, has opened the back gate and is leading the soldiers who were in the other carriage to the back yard.

The presence of merchants without exchanges and the information that the raiders were lurking in had been obtained in advance. The carriage of the Agwinas family was a chariot, and the Marlowers, not Caroline, were in it, and the repression was done without any bitterness. It's such a naive offense that Marlow didn't even have to bother going out.

"Leto, ask everyone about the situation. Merchants and escorts, too. Ask Mr. Raymond to cooperate in the interrogation of the three raiders. Don't be ridiculous."

Raiders, adventurers and merchants who fell to Mallow's direction. Soldiers heading into custody.

"Well, we're irrelevant, are we related or something?"

"I have to go back to Imperial City. I have to go back."

The two men, the spinebent merchant and supposedly his son, who had been ordered to get off the carriage, demanded their emancipation as they just happened to be visiting the workshop for business talks, but were sent to the detention center in one word, "Help the Labyrinth Crusaders".

"That will be the report from Deputy Marlow! Note that Deputy Marlow's perception is that it will be alone or terminal!

Trying to convey as much information as I know, the conductor enters slightly and makes a detailed report. After plenty of time, the temperature dropped around Weishardt when he was asked about the hassle information, leaving him in a much cooler state even though it was summer.

"Next! Be concise about the main points!

Weishardt begins to say lines like his boss says to new soldiers who are unfamiliar with reporting. Leonhardt turned his inclusive gaze only for a moment at the constant appearance of his brother, silently listening to the report.

"Ha! Here are the main points of the Agwinas Mansion raid! The raiders of the Agwinas Mansion are those who appear to be ranked B-C, and appear to be a group of professional criminals because they showed a unified move and several executive-like people tried to harm themselves! This one has also been suppressed by the mixed units of the lurking 3rd and 7th units, all of whom are in captivity! No information about the mastermind is currently available from the interrogations by both captains! May I call Dr. Nielenberg for questioning?

Labyrinth Crusaders Unit 3 is headed by Dick, while Unit 7 is captained by A-rank Mage. The group that attacked the Agwinas seemed to be quite hands-on, but there were two A-Rankers. There was no problem with the crackdown.

In fact, there was a ridiculous catch play going on as the temperature around Weishardt was about to drop in the middle of winter, but the conductor who read the air refreshed the extra part and reported, "Briefly!", “Just the gist!". Let's say an exemplary answer as instructed.

"Let Nielenberg hit the interrogation. Allow the use of potions too! Wash him up and make him throw up."

"Ha!"

Interrogation using potions. Isn't that torture? Without such suspicion on his face, the conductor ran to call Nielenberg and left the spot behind.

"Next! Report on the status of the base's hotel!

The order was answered by Weishardt's squire, the first discoverer.

"Ha! When I arrived at the hotel, everyone in the mansion was in a coma! Except for one missing person, all are intact, all are now recovering and Master Royce is safe. There are no signs of vandalism inside the reception hotel! After the morning tea, a strong sleeper attacked me, so I'm asking the scouts to appraise me for the possibility that I've been planted with sleeping pills in my drink!

"Do you have any other clues to the killer!?

"Ha! Unfortunately. Even magic exploration is unresponsive..."

"You mean there's no clue!

Bang! and Weishardt hitting his fist on the desk.

Soldiers clouding their faces with his anger when they first hear it. They are the elite of the Labyrinth Crusaders. I can hear anger and so on. I don't have a weak spirit that upsets me that I've been subjected to cursing gossip, and the breeze is small when compared to the roar of deafening demons, such as people shouting.

It wasn't Weishardt's anger itself that clouded the soldiers' faces, it would be their indignation at their impudence, which made Weishardt so fierce that he always expressed no emotions.

"Take it easy, Weiss. Stay back in your room for a while."

"But, brother..."

"An order."

"Yes......"

Leonhardt orders his brother, who has lost his peace, to be quiet. I know exactly how my brother feels. These changes in my brother, who has controlled all his emotions and swallowed up even his men's lives and deaths, even seem delightful to me as a brother. But not now. Do not show it in front of the soldiers.

There's a soldier in Leonhardt who lives with Weishardt's voice. Previously, and always will.

For the Empire, for the Shoesenwald Borderline Lord, for the Labyrinth City, for the people who live in the Labyrinth City, for the loved ones of every soldier.

No matter how brave and noble the name may be, we are the ones who command soldiers to "risk their lives and fight".

Every soldier has a life, a loved one, a thought that fills his chest. There is no way that a man who commands all of it to be thrown may move a soldier according to his own emotions. Everyone, except the slaves of the Labyrinth Crusaders, volunteered to be soldiers. Although it is a labyrinth city with few jobs to choose from, it is not forced to be in the labyrinth crusade army. Soldiers are here choosing to use their lives.

The responsibility entrusted to Leonhardt and to Weishardt, who assists him, is not to be overridden.

"Weiss, don't forget the weight of what we have entrusted to you"

Would Leonhardt's thoughts have reached Weishardt?

Weishardt shrugged his teeth all the way back to his usual expression the next moment and quietly went down to the office.

"Keep searching. Wash out any suspicious information inside the city."

The soldiers who had received Leonhardt's life, watching the exchange of their less spoken brothers, ran to their respective fields, challenging but occasionally expressing themselves to the enemy at the bottom of the labyrinth.

"Fire! Fire over there too! Fire! Fire! Fire!

Even in the midst of the noise on the base, Frazija called the suspicious man on the base 'For Your Use! Fire!' I was.

"What's going on today? Mitchell-kun. They broke into the basement or something. I almost burned them on high heat."

"Please forgive me, Frazija. All intruders will be held captive and their employers will throw up."

Mitchell bows her head down and doesn't stop sweating.

Alchemist (Mariella) entered nap time after making potions, and it was the same as usual until Frazija entered walking time after she had run out of booze only.

But when he left the temporary workshop set up in the basement of the base and went down the underground passage for a while, Frazija suddenly exercised the magic of the flames towards the soldier carrying the finished potion.

"Huh! What!?

"Look closely. Is that the face you found out about? Intruder. You'll wake up soon. Catch him."

The firepillar that wrapped the intruder quickly disappeared, and it was a soldier who had never seen it, as Frasija had said. Even though I saw him wrapped in a fierce flame, his clothes and hair burned a little and he was spitting smoke out of his mouth, but his life seemed to be fine. I don't know how I did it, but I suppose I mowed my consciousness by enveloping it with a firepillar.

(This place should only be known to a limited number of people. Besides, this uniform belongs to the Labyrinth Crusaders......)

When Mitchell ordered the two rushing soldiers to detain the intruder and stop carrying the potion and consolidate the protection of the Alchemist (Mariella), he sent one of the men who was working with Frazija to report the situation and gather information.

"Mitchell, yeah. Do you like hunting?

Frazija grinning. A blurry beauty's smile, but Mitchell looked like a carnivore's smile in front of her prey.

It was Frazija, who made him make a bad taste analogy called Man Hunt, but he didn't have a hunting taste, so he tried to keep all three intruders around the workshop and the herb warehouse alive. Even Mitchell, an intelligence agent, was so cleverly hidden that he didn't even realize it, such as the last one, that he treated Frazija as an extra "bring it on".

If it was her usual self, she would have hunted intruders all over the base just because Xing rode, but Fresija returned her heels to Mariella's sleeping workshop, only to make sure she was safe around the workshop.