The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

Three hundred and sixteen tales, Tabernacle Cheri.

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"Welcome"

"Cheri, reubi fish please"

"Yes."

The name of the tavern here is Reubi.

It's a small tavern with a narrow counter on the streets of the castle city of Heka Trail.

A popular restaurant with a reputation for good small fish dishes from the neighborhood.

And there was a woman who worked here.

Wavy hairstyle with brown semi-long.

I have a charming sobacus on my cheek.

Her name was Cheri, before I met Shuya yet.

Most of the guests want to talk to their lovely Cheri.

A customer who was still drinking goblets with one hand had ordered picking small fish.

As ordered, Cheri carries a plate with baked fish and works busily.

But that's only superficial.

Her identity was also the terminal member of the [Rosen's precept] relating to the Duke Muscle of the Kingdom of Thermalia.

Working on this end of the spectrum also keeps a secret from Kish the Elf, who became his friend on the Heka Trail.

Cheri moves after midnight after finishing her job as an officiant.

Several times a month, he was headed to the streets of the aristocratic city he was passing through for a report.

The destination location is on the back of a luxury Shuharrell grocery store.

Arrive safely at the back door.

She was knocking on the door on Crypto Street.

Then the back door slowly opens.

She was stepping at the end of an open door.

That's a murderous room with no desk and just one flag hanging on the wall.

But the end men of Rosen's precepts were assembled and aligned, so there was a bitter air.

And each and every bandit guild member finishes a detailed report, which will be Cheri's final report.

"There is still a strong network of haunted organisations... there will be no information around the Marquis. So much so that I hear the chances of putting your face on the Adventurer Guild have increased recently."

And Cheri also finished reporting to her boss.

"... Good luck. This is a follow-up report on the kidnapping of Leften's princess. The [right hand in the dark] held by the busy Marquis Huatos, the political enemy, was involved. However, the strategy of this external policy is correct. Many of the territories adjacent to the river Heim belong to the Duke. I just have to get on with Huatos' strategy. The status quo is teethy, but now I do. So just flush the waza and the kidnapping into the city well. Spread the chaos of Leften on this Heka Trail to divert Oseberian interests to Leften. That's all I need this time."

All the terminals snort at the words of their bosses. Cheri was also nodding.

"Then dissolve. As always, take the reward from Renshaw there."

When a person wearing a gas mask-like magic item called Renshaw shows up all the way out of the shadows, he causes the fan-shaped weapon in his hand to be stored in his sleeve.

And he was letting a bag of silver coins emerge from his opposite hand and handing a trivial reward to the end man.

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