The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

Rendezvous with Kish, who was safe in front of the tent that is the treatment center.

He was wearing thin leather clothes, not half armor.

There's still a scratch on his face, but he looks fine.

He gave me a smile when he looked at me.

High-touch each other on the spot and joyfully embrace each other.

Quiche's face looks somewhat sunny.

"Shuya, you did it... that, what, thank you"

Kish has tears in his eyes and says so.

The Dragon King is Kish's enemy, isn't he?

"Oh, I know"

"What about Azola and the white bear?

Don't you know Kish yet......

"- Dead."

I shook my head left and right and answered briefly.

"... too bad. But as an adventurer, if your last opponent was the Dragon King, you'd be looking forward to it."

"I hope so. And, uh, this, uh, this isn't a shadow, but, uh, this, uh, this, uh," Tartare of the Rabbit's Tail, "Kish has it.

That said, I hand you the amulet that is changing from white fluffy hair to burnt brown.

I hear you're lucky to avoid death.

Azola died the moment she let go...

I can't help it if I have immortality.

"This. That's the accessory Azola was talking about. I know it's superstitious, but let's keep it."

Kish received it for me.

It's hard to say, but let me tell you something.

"... just before she died, Azola had let it go. So it might work for once, right?

"I feel rather bad about it... but maybe I don't need it anymore"

"Why?"

"For a while, I thought I'd stop the adventurer business, right?

Was this a shock?

But the expression feels healthy.

"Is it closed? What about Heka Trail?

"No, I will not return with everyone. I want to stop at Hino Village. Besides, he defeated the Dragon King. I want to go back to where my hometown was, build a tomb, tell everyone that I defeated them, report them to my family..."

Was my hometown destroyed by the Dragon King?

She also said a while ago that she wanted to rebuild the village.

"Right. I miss you..."

"... Me, Shu, Shuya"

Quiche's voice twitched a little and shook her head slightly left and right, confused to say, "Don't say that."

One or two grains of tears convey cheeks. I was crying.

I held my head close as I stroked Kish's beautiful green hair.

And on a beautiful long ear,

"Kish, stay well."

"Ah......"

Kish nods in a whisper. And he's gonna look up at my face.

He was taking his lips as he was.

Don't cry. and to suck in everything with meaning.

One blink, a short kiss, but a deep kiss.

"- Whoa."

Air leaks at the end of the kiss.

Intense kiss, but goodbye kiss.

"Phew, Shuya, I swear to the star Sideil, I'm not with my lover, but I like you"

Star Sideil?

"I like you too."

Thin green hair shakes in the wind.

Sure, I'm not a lover. I haven't been jealous, restrained, fluffed, or rushed for love.

"... Shuya, my friend. If you leave."

"... oops"

I also found it hard to leave......

I dropped off my favorite woman's back without telling her anything.

Friends, but I guess I could whisper a few more decent words of love, where memories of overlapping my body like a lover are past my head... with my throat, the words disappear.

Kish was tall, but if I said anything... he seemed to disappear without a trace. A brand new string of backpacks that looks to devour into thin shoulders. I wonder what's stuck in that back sac. Is there a place for my treasure over there?

I was thinking of things that seemed pointless so as to delude the drizzle slowly filling my chest.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

... a day later.

The news of the success of the Bardok Crusade of the Demon Dragon King runs around the [Castle City Heka Trail].

It was held up on the subject of crusaders.

That crusader's name isn't me...

It was the name of the woman captain Cecily Fadasso, who was leading the Griffon squad.

- Yes. It's a different story, and you should insist that I knocked it down...

Apparently, when I was rumbling in the stomach of the Demon Dragon King, all of a sudden, adventurers and Griffon squad Cecily, who saw the suffering of the Demon Dragon King Bardok as a chance, were showering intense attacks from the front of the Demon Dragon King one after another.

So it was Cecily Fadasso who unleashed the attack just fine when I ate and destroyed the Devil Dragon King's guts.

Then the surviving soldiers and knights celebrated Cecily.

Those who know I defeated the Demon Dragon King are extremely partial.

The other adventurers who contributed to the exorcism of the Demon Dragon King to the end and watched my actions were not convinced, but it was too late to argue that I had defeated them now, as rumors of the “dragon killer hero”, once celebrated, were passed on to the people and later spread among Uyamuya.

When rumors become true and spoken to the people, the voices of the adventurers who remained until the end of the Battle of the Dragon King will only disappear into the voices of the elephants.

But over two days and three days and time, the ratings of such adventurers also rise.

Until the end, the active Adventurer Clan was given a new nickname and became known as the Dragon Slaters, a group of Yingjie who helped kill dragons.

The visibility of other clans, including [Red Tiger Storm], will spread at once.

On the other hand, the governor of the city, that Marquise, tried to exploit the visibility of “dragon killer hero” Cecily Fadasso and the military's prestige, or to give Cecily the material of the original promise of reward, the Dragon King.

But, my God, Cecily herself strongly rejects this.

He said I was just holding back.

♪ I didn't do anything ♪

Something like that, he refuses.

And that Cecily named me.

He insisted on the Marquis that I, the Adventurer D-Rank, had defeated the Demon Dragon King, and refused the reward.

She didn't change her attitude by taking a stubborn attitude no matter what the Marquis side talked about whether Chivalry Pride would let her do so.

Normally, I can't do this to a single soldier, but hey, from what I hear, Cecily, the captain of the Griffon squad, and that marquise have had a connection from a very young age.

In a broken form earlier, the Marquise drew on the opinions of stubborn Cecily and renamed the adventurers as they worked together to achieve the Demon Dragon King Crusade.

Once again, there was a big announcement that we would have a place to give the reward.

Or the Marquis would also be the Marquis.

The first thing you said, ah, the reward for the material, is “thinking” or just saying something?

I was just thinking about it, so you can make some changes later.

Marquis, talk.

In all worlds, it's common for you to change your mind.

But that lady knight Cecily has no greed.

I didn't know you would lightly kick the material of the Demon Dragon King, who is said to make a huge fortune......

A guy called Knight's Integrity?

After such a history, the dragon slayer (Dragon Slaters) who survived to the end, such as the [Ice Temple of Aokai] [Red Tiger Storm] and other adventurer clans, were officially rewarded for the Demon Dragon King Crusade.

I am also the only individual participant to be selected and rewarded.

The adventurers took the form of sharing the material parts of the Demon Dragon King.

Though it seemed that the meeting with its rewards would be prolonged….

Discussion ends in a few minutes.

Sarah, the leader of [Red Tiger Storm], who was stepping on the front lines of the Battle of the Demon Dragon King, took the initiative to lead the story in a conference setting.

“The Dragon King is like Shuya took him down."

So the first part to choose is a statement that I should choose.

The other adventurers are top notch. I was convinced without saying anything.

We were at the battlefield, so everybody seems to know exactly what we're doing.

Let's honestly get on with that opinion.

I chose the head of the Dragon King because I was concerned about that red Tosaka horn.

"I want my head."

And the moment I said it - I heard the other adventurers tongue-in-cheek as they gathered.

I think I heard it from where the twins of S-rank [Ice Temple in Aokai] are.

I deliberately took an unsound response, but did those two want the head of the Demon Dragon King......

I don't care, it doesn't change what I knocked down.

The right hand, left hand, upper body, lower body, legs, tail and other distributions of the Demon Dragon King are determined immediately.

But it seems to take around seven days to dismantle the body of the Demon Dragon King.

Because of that, I tried to keep the Devil Dragon King's wreck in the item box, but it failed.

Apparently the item box has a size limit.

It doesn't seem like anything goes in.

As soon as the allocation of material is complete, the meeting is dissolved.

"I'm gonna be busy."

"Materials, to which Grand Chamber would you sell them?

"We ask from the Chamber of Commerce a dedicated blacksmith and a seamstress"

The adventurers repeat such conversations.

But the Demon Dragon King's heart is already in my mess, my stomach and other organs are screwed up. I kept my mouth shut to the clan hoping for my upper body.

Though in my heart I apologized.

Sarah talked to me there.

"What do you do with Shuya?

"I haven't thought about it yet, but I'm going to take it to someone I know for once"

"Yes...... We leave some material behind and sell it to the Grand Chamber of Commerce."

"Captain, I want to go on vacation"

"Luchel, well, we'll think about it later."

"Well, I'll be there. Everybody, see you somewhere."

"Oh... yeah"

Sarah was smiling, but she couldn't help it.

They have their way.

I gently bow my head and go away.

Well, I don't have a main weapon right now, and what are we going to do?

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Between his spare time and seven days, he spent no time at the behest of adventurers, re-buying backpacks and daily necessities, summoning the boiling knights of Dark Hellborn Night, a prison bone rider of darkness in empty spaces where no one was present, conducting mock warfare with them, repeating his training in the use of immortal sorcery and demonic swords, and wandering and walking around the city.

In the Battle of the Dragon King, I lost all the contents of my back, including my precious favorite weapon (Tanza's Black Spear).

There was no difficulty because there was some gold in the item box, but if it hadn't... it was a situation where there was only a reward for the Demon Dragon King crusade.

So from now on, let's keep it inside the item box except for the fine coins.

Well, it's time for the Devil's Dragon King material to be brought in, so we head to the boulevard.

People gather on the boulevard.

I was also lost in the crowd and waited awhile before I could see the material of the Demon Dragon King being brought in.

It's evening. Finally.

Large cars arrive on the Heka Trail with rows.

On both sides of the street, people gather even more to see the site of the Demon Dragon King.

I also put a black cat (Rollo) on my shoulder and joined that line of wild horses.

"Ooh, the big scales are purple. Wow."

"Is that the Dragon King?

"That's right. Come on, you're so small when you fall apart."

"No, you can't. What's with the legs? Wyburn looks cute."

"Did you see the nails?

"Oh, I've often been able to defeat such a huge thing"

I guess so. I guess so.

And, I was mingling in the crowd, one snorted at the wild horse's whining, convinced.

People are shouting their exclamations out loud and excited.

Me and Black Cat (Lolo) will be watching the sight.

There were several simple outdoor shops along the road where such people were gathered.

For the time being, look at the stall and walk and enjoy the atmosphere close to the festival.

When the evening ends and it gets dark, oh, the lights.

Magic lights occur everywhere, not just pine lights.

Let's mix it up.

The ring was used to generate a magical light sphere.

Countless light sources float in the city's night sky.

Size, shape, intensity of lights, all different.

It was as if a strange flock of fluorescents had suddenly appeared all over the city.

The contemporary Japanese night view overlooking from above the skyscraper was also beautiful, but this night view has not lost either.

Fantastic neon sights happening in this real-time......

Memory forever, likely to remain on the hippocampus.

Enjoying the night view, I tried to make my way to the guild with a smiley face, at that moment...

"Hey, you, you were the guy that was with Kish, right?

That's what I was told by one elf man who was in the crowd.

"Hmm? Who?

Who is it...

"I am the wife of Kish Bachnoda, Ra"

"Oh no, it's none of my business..."

So I remembered.

This guy was following Kish.

Lars on the horse. A bee tattoo is engraved on his cheek.

"You're a rude guy. Wait. What, you've been with Kish for a long time the other day? I don't mind asking you, but this has nothing to do with it. Since the other day, Kish hasn't seen Kish, did he die in the Dragon King crusade?

Quick and annoying......

"Kish is alive. So..."

"Right, he's alive? Wait, I still need to talk to you."

Talk? I don't.

Ignore it......

It's coming around, and it's tangled up...

"Um, you still need me, too?

"Yes. You weren't in the tavern with Kish forever the other day, and I'm more or less forbidden to have bad bugs on Kish."

Were you wearing it? And a bad bug?

"May, you must be the bad bug."

Oh, yeah, I said it.

"You don't know what you're talking about. You have rotten eyes?

... Which Mouth Says It?

He's a lousy man with a dumb face.

Let me get this straight.

"Kish and I are friends, so I dare you, but Lars," clearly, "Kish would have told you the other day that he didn't want to be involved with you, wouldn't he?

A strong tone.

"Say what's wrong with that. You know my love? You don't get it, do you?

He changed the look on his horse's face to a nihil look.

Naze or the proud face.

This elf, the self-assertion is too intense......

"... there's no way I know what your little feelings are like"

I told him to snort a little.

"Humph, what are you niggling at, you shitty black-eyed man,“ you ”between me and Kish. What a gap to get in, nigga! Besides, it's called that, you asshole adventurer, you're so busy, it's best for Kish and I to love each other. It's too much trouble."

I get a little frustrated with that long, creepy, solitary fight lady dialogue.

He instantly covered his entire body with demonic martial arts and greeted Lars with a handknife at his feet.

"- Would you kill me if I got in the way? I'm having trouble getting too disrespectful..."

The tip of his hand was swallowed up on the ground, and there was a hole in the ground.

"Garru"

In addition, an angry black cat (Lolo) had wrapped his tentacles around Lars' legs and caused him to fall.

"Hi-hi, no, no, no."

Elf Horseface Lars, you are frightened, with your ass cake on.

I go straight up to Horseface Lars and open my mouth with my eyes together and a quiet smile on my face.

"It's good that you love people on your own. But don't get quiche into your self-satisfied love paranoia. It's about shitting, like a one-sided push of love, even though you don't like it. I get self satisfied crazy love and so on. From now on, pull yourself out of Kish and try to dictate another woman."

"Shit!

Black Cat (Lolo) was ringing in a lovely rage and stomping Lars' feet with his forelegs.

"I like it..."

Lars, your face is frightened, but you say the beans in a creepy tone.

Menstruation, but can you tell by words?

"Hey, try replacing it with yourself the other way around. A uninterested woman who doesn't even like herself follows you, and every time she says no, she persists around after you over and over again without listening. Besides, the woman is threatening to raise her hand to her own friend. What would you think if you did?

"... well, I don't like that"

Extremely natural, but did it work somewhat?

"You're doing the same thing."

"... oh, my God..."

Lars looks at me in tears, blinking like he's awake.

Press here in case.

"- You just have to know. Don't bother with Kish anymore, okay? You got it?

Lars, you've been waving your neck vertically many times.

They figured it out.

He's surprisingly good at discerning things. Hmm.

"Well, then quickly, it's about disappearing. If it bothers Kish again, remember, with that knife earlier, I'll destroy your horsesurface so much that it'll be cute."

"A mess."

That's what I say, I turn my heel back.

Black Cat (Lolo) also makes a strange complaining noise towards Lars, and he follows me late.

Damn it... the night view is ruined now.

Let's just forget about it and hurry to the guild......

Enter the guild and head to the reception.

There was the usual poor tit receptionist.

At first glance, I feel much better.

Quickly, I spoke to poor tits.

"You have a successful unexplored regional development mission. It's C-rank now."

"Thanks"

Thus, I advance to Adventurer C Rank.

I got paid properly, too.

I then sold all my fangs to the claws and scales of the dragon species I hid and recovered...

It was a cheap buyout price.

Let them go without retrieving it.

Is that obvious? Everybody sells, and it was natural for the price of the market to drop.

At the end of the day, he was guided behind the Alliance when it came to the reward of the key Dragon King's body and head position.

Though dismantled, the head of the Demon Dragon King is enormous.

So I was to receive it in a little free space behind the guild.

The head of the Demon Dragon King is roughly around seven to ten meters wide.

I was worried about going inside the item box, but I ended up worried.

Exactly. I couldn't get the body of the Demon Dragon King, but this head size seems to fit in.

"Okay, I'm in"

"Wow, that item box. I didn't know we could even get into that size thing... after all, the only Dragon Slaughters (Dragon Slaughters) are chosen individually."

That sounds familiar, but I'm in there too...

"Ha, well. That's it."

"Yes, come to me again."

Any time, huh?

The gaze from the breast receptionist was “always” different.

It looks like a color mixed with respect and intimacy.

But I haven't even heard his name yet...

When I heard the name of the breast receptionist and thought about it, I heard a voice making me feel sophisticated there.

"Mr. Shuya, please wait"

"Hmm?"

Looking back. He was an old man on Voice Street.

Skinny, pointy jawbeard.

Someone wearing a blue coat I've seen somewhere.

When I heard the story, this man was a great guild master.

His name is Calvin Fafnard.

Fafnard...... I've heard of it.

As I was trying to think of it, I had a confidential story to tell you, so you asked me to come over and guide you to the room inside the guild.

Inside the room looks like an Alliance Master, bookshelves line up, large desks and sofas line up.

On the desk were thick books such as the New and World Review, coexistence with the Demon Nation, the Demonic Realm and the Ten Layers of Hell, the Underworld and the Demonic Realm, the Brave Muto, the Sea City, and so on.

As soon as I am seated in a soft, bottom-deep chair in that room, I will eat an angry questioning attack from Mr. Calvin, the Alliance Master.

Calvin smokes out, he drifts the smoke around me.

And then, at first, it started with a light compliment, and my daughter Ellis told me that she had been listening, and where did she come from? Are you sure it's a human race? Or what that black cat is...

The words stained by the investigation continue early in the arrowhead.

Where it's open, Mr. Calvin, the word of fate was beginning.

Do you know the name "Tsutsu's Tail"?

What's the name Kuna?

I only replied that I knew Kuna and that the monster killed me and died, as I explained to the receptionist a while ago.

Looking like an Alliance Master, Grandpa Calvin, for a moment, turns a sharp gaze, but his expression softens from the middle of nodding to convince him that Hmm.

From there, the content of the story changes again.

Black Cat (Lolo) enters my back hood on the way and falls asleep.

Grandpa Calvin says there's going to be a celebration party this evening for the Demon Dragon King crusade at the Marquis Mansion.

You think I'm called to that seat, too?

Gilmouth's grandfather said......

“I should have let you know in advance," he says.

Apparently, it was decided quickly.

“So I hurried to find out what was going on."

He honestly apologized.

From there, communication progresses in frank conversation with each other.

A user will come to the guild who will direct you directly to the Marquis's residence, so he tells you to wait here and encourages you to join him.

"Can't you refuse?

All of a sudden...

"Damn, there's also a direct reward for Heka Trail's finest dishes, right?

Ugh, the finest. Tasty rice?

But the Marquis, isn't she?

Naturally, you'll remember me...

But, honestly, it's also true that I'm attracted to cooking.

You will rarely eat the finest dishes in this world, and you will enjoy them too much.

… go.

"Okay. I'll go. But will you keep this black cat (Rolodine)?

Sleeping in the hood over her back, the black cat (Rollo) shows her face to her shoulder, what are you talking about? Comes face to face with a targeted feel.

"Okay. I will be responsible."

"Nng Ng, ha."

The black cat (Lolo) gets up with her throat ringing.

Whatever you thought, you jumped from my shoulder to the elbow chair where Grandpa Calvin sat.

After Grandpa Galvan's wrinkles lick his noticeable right hand, he starts exploring the room.

Chair to desk and jump again.

Moving on to the next box, also jump high.

Climb above the ceiling and jump to the desk in the corner.

"It's like that...... Lolo is smart, so he'll be here until I get back. And..."

When I said I didn't have the clothes I deserved to attend, Grandpa lent them to me right away.

"You should wear this."

"What do you mean, from what?"

"Hmm, I can't help it. I think it's more or less the size of your clothes, but wear it first."

Damn, haven't you been looking into it for a long time?

When were you checking the size of my body or something?

Not to say, I will respond appropriately and take off the clothes I am wearing.

"... Yes, sir"

The leather clothes I'm taking off are newly bought Brio-based leather clothes.

I threw away the leather clothes I wore before because I couldn't wear them because I was hit by the fangs and acids of the Demon Dragon King.

Master Yuzu's black tiger jacket and new armor are many holes empty and rubbed off and worn out, but I won't throw them away because I can still wear them. Compared to leather clothes, I can still wear them.

The outfit you lent me looks like a tuxedo, but a subtly different swallow tail outfit.

An outfit that feels close to a military uniform without a shoulder badge worn by some officer.

I can tell from underwear that ties, cufflinks, shoes, everything is the finest.

The cloth color isn't very noticeable, but it's an image of a suit made in Ginza's penthouse.

Waiting in the Guildmaster's room in costumed clothes for such a horse, a luxurious carriage apparently arrived before the guild, and one of the receptionists came to inform the room.

When I try to get out,

"Well, some perfumes are refreshing, but what do you do?"

"I don't need that, I'm basic, adventurer. You can just dress it up."

"Right."

When I went to Black Cat (Rollo) with Gilmouth's grandfather, I told him to go outside the guild.

When we boarded the carriage for the nobility, the journey to the Marquis' residence began.

He arrived in front of the Marquis Mansion at some point as he kept his silence shaken by a cozy carriage.

Finally, face to face with that lady nobleman.

There will be nobles, Griffons, adventurers...

When I got out of the carriage, the maid approached me.

She's a blonde. They say this maid will guide you.

The maid takes you on to proceed.

It enters through a large entrance and is passed through a corridor with a red carpet.

I was led to the open hall of both doors, which was in the back.

"Please come to this room."

The maid bows her head there and goes back down the hall.

Okay, do you want to come in?

Spacious and luxurious space. The big hall for guests?

Lords in beautiful costumes gather.

Huh, me, you're loaded with misplacements.

I turned my gaze upwards in the center to delude such feelings.

It's a ceiling with depth.

It appeals to the gingirability of the feeling that there is still a collection of chandeliers with horns of crystals there.

Magnificent big lighting.

It emitted a seven-colored glow centered on white from the crystal.

Wow. If you stare at it with a magic eye, you can see that the crystal is releasing magic.

It must be a special crystal.

Are you repeating strong white light from light prism light......

For a moment, I remember the kaleidoscope. Sounds like a work of art.

The colour of the dishes appeared to brighten the various dishes lined up on the desk and beautify the view of the dishes.

"... looks good"

I squirmed naturally.

That's right, if you look at me, a few dandy aristocrats are starting a hissohisso conversation.

How dare you ask me to be noble?

He sounds like an asshole, never mind that, but he comes closer to the place where there is a rectangular desk lined with dishes that seem to be meant to be.

For this reason, I came here today.

Apparently, the buffet, the Viking format.

Stir-fry vegetables that look like ham and asparagus.

A feast of colorful vegetables surrounding them on a large yakitori.

Beautifully overlapping sirloin steaks like beef, with yellow-green sauce on the side.

He also discovered chunks of scrambled eggs.

- I'll eat.

Not to mention......

Oh, this one has ingredients that resemble fish egg caviar.

Sounds like all of them.

Prepare a receptacle over one hand and serve ingredients over it.

- Quickly, I put the sirloin meat on the receptacle and brought it to my mouth.

Mm-hmm. Ooh, soft, good. Good. Not yet.

The meat thickness, softness, flavour and sauce are exquisitely intertwined.

Chateaubrian?

Looks like he's eating fancy French food.

The guy who made this must be an iron chef.

There are also dishes of strange ingredients at the table over there......

Like that, watch the surroundings, eating the dishes on the plate guzzled.

The ladies and gentlemen of the decorated nobility also seemed to enjoy cooking.

He eats with glasses and plates in conversation with hissos in one hand, like a standing party.

There followed the nobles into the room.

"Oh, it's Shuya."

Huh? I thought it was the face of a red tiger dressed in a luxurious costume.

Besides, Sarah is still beautiful...

Flaming costume. I guess it matched the color of my hair.

He looked good in a militant outfit, but also looked great in a dress.

It still flourishes when the style is excellent.

Red ground hair is popping out of the top of the sole of the foot where the leg is slurrily stretched, but that matches the red bottom-height heel shoes.

Great shoe design too.

Flaming performances were added so that snakes wrapped from the inside out, making her too beautiful to look good in a totally indispensable beauty red flame dress.

"... Sarah. I'm surprised. Beautiful. That red costume looks great."

I rough my nose a little and say my frank thoughts with excitement.

"Ha, thanks"

"Captain, give me a smile I don't normally show."

Elf bowman Belize was also wearing a dress.

"Belize was happily checking the jewels on her chest."

"Belize to the captain. You can't argue here."

Luchel also went into stopping, or Luchel and Belize are gorgeous daughters no less than Sarah......

She dilutes her Egyptian makeup and changes to lady-style.

It's a costume for makeup inspired by a blue bird based on a blue circlet on the forehead.

Plus, Luchel, I have unexpected breasts...

It's see-through creepy clothes, and I could see the bluish bra...

Are you the famous entertainer sisters that led to Belize? and gorgeous enough to make you want to be scratched.

The gem in the heart of my chest is beautiful too, but clearly, the boobs are more devastating than those gems. It's called making a dress that makes use of brackets get thinner gradually as you head to your feet, a pity that seems to work even in modern fashion shows......

"Shuya. I know you'll be a tourist, but your gaze is too blatant."

The word is a member of the same Red Tiger, Mr Butch.

Mr. Butch also wore fine clothing that suited this venue.

Clothes close to black swallow tail clothes, but they are made to adhere to the body, so beastly muscles appear on the surface. He also had a red beard and a Mantohihi face, but he was noticeably cool like a Han.

"... oh, I'm sorry. I mean, Butch's gaze is natural, right?

"Mm-hmm, well..."

Butch is also red in the face and ears.

I don't really want to see Gotsui muscle beasts dele...

Rigging with a bunch of Red Tigers like that brought together the faces of one adventurer after another who had been called by the Marquis.

Tattooed Dwarves with dragon killing axes and their fellow warriors, as well as a female wizard who appeared with the Battle Slaves, the furry beast warriors.

But it was getting a little noisy.