The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

In the morning, as usual, I wake up.

Yesterday, it was a pillow for Faraes. That's why, as always, this one is wrapped in something with a soft face.

It just felt a little different today. It's the presence of something round and soft in your hand.

Perhaps this would be Faraes' ass. This one feels just as nice as the chest.

No, not if you're saying that.

"Slade......"

"Ah..."

I was about to let go of my hand right away, and I heard Faraes.

Apparently, it's been awake all over.

Same goes for Sona, but it seems a little late for me to wake up and take action.

"... today, your butt too? What the hell are you doing while you're asleep?

"Oh, no... sorry"

"In the meantime, can you get your hands off me?

"Oh, oh..."

Faraes tells me to let go of my hand.

Sure, while I'm asleep, I don't seem quite handy or sleeping well. I want you to stop doing that unconsciously because you'll be in trouble when you're awake.

"Hmm, well, it's while you're asleep, so I'm not going to get angry, so can I reassure you?

"Oh well, but I'm always sorry..."

"No problem. In the first place, we're sleeping together, so I don't think there's much we can do around it..."

With that said, Faraes began to stroke my head.

A little embarrassing, but kind of comfortable.

"Besides, I don't hate being touched by you so much..."

"Huh?"

"If you think I don't like it, I wouldn't stroke your head in this state, would I?

"As, well, so is that..."

Though I took my hand off my ass, my face remains buried in Pharaoh's chest.

In that state, you start stroking your head, so I guess it's true that you don't like it. I don't know what that means, though.

"Well, it's time to wake up."

"Oh......"

So, that's what Faraes has said.

Today, the day begins.

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I was at the Knights base.

Today, for now, I'm going to look into Mr. Cannon.

By the way, Celia's with us.

"So, Master, what are you doing today?

"Oh, I'm worried about that..."

It's just that right now I've been thinking.

What more can I find out about Mr. Cannon?

As of yesterday, I think I've got a lot of clues. But none of that is ambiguous and not connected to decision making.

However, no other information is available, so I don't know what to do.

"Slade, Celia, you were here..."

"Yeah?"

"Ah, Mr. Dion."

Dion showed up before me and Celia who was worried about that.

Dion is a good guy who is a member of the same 4th Squad and keeps up with me. Looks like he was looking for us from his mouth, but what's wrong?

"Dion, what can I do for you?

"Oh, is it true that you're looking into Lieutenant Canon?

"Huh? Oh, yeah"

"Well, then, the information I have might help."

"What?"

Apparently, Dion was looking for us because we're looking into Mr. Cannon. Besides, he seems to have information about Mr. Cannon.

Now, I would be very grateful for that because I want some information.

"Something, you know?

"Yeah, I don't know if it's a clue, but I saw something about Deputy Cannon that bothered me a little bit."

"Something you care about?

"There will be a time when I did my first assignment with you, won't there? I was talking about that time..."

"You mean me and Sona when we got shipwrecked..."

Deon's story seems to go back to when Dion and I first met on a mission.

From the mouthfeel, I guess I saw something pretty weird. That's something I'm very concerned about.

And it's bound to be information.

"Oh, that time, after I left the two of you, I went back to base, asked for help, and participated in your search."

"You did. That's when you took care of me..."

"No problem. So, by the time I found them and went home, the date had already changed."

"Right. That should be about it."

"Yes, that's when I saw someone in front of the base who looked like Lieutenant Cannon."

"What?"

Me and Sona were found only after the sun completely went down.

As a result, Mr. Cannon would have been walking away quite late.

"I thought it was strange for the Knights' deputy captain to walk at such a time, so I thought I'd speak up. It's just that when I looked away for a moment, Deputy Cannon was gone."

"Was it gone?

"Oh, so I decided to think I was tired and saw something strange. The team is different, so I was asked..."

"Right..."

That seems to be the end of Dion's story.

Indeed, coming to base so late is suspicious behavior.

This could be a clue.

"Dion, thank you for taking the time. This information might help."

"Oh, I don't know what you're looking into, but good luck with that."

That's all I said, Dion left.

I look to Celia.

"Celia, what do you think of the story now?

"Right...... kind of seems a little odd"

"Right..."

From Celia's point of view, Mr. Cannon seems to behave strangely.

After all, Mr. Cannon has something. That's getting a lot more certain.

I just wonder what you'll do by coming to base in the middle of the night.

I have no idea what it means to be here.

"Nevertheless, if it's just a story, Mr. Cannon sounds like a sleepwalker..."

"Sleepwalking? Um, that thing about moving asleep?

"Yes. If you stay asleep and think you've come to work, I think it can also lead to illness."

"Sure..."

Based on the assumption that Mr. Cannon was ill, he was also convinced that he was sleepwalking.

But why did you stop being on the front line or avoiding people?

If you're that seriously ill, you won't be able to work in the first place, and it's still weird.

"... Whatever it is, you mean we have all the information..."

"Right...... is there anything more?

I got a lot of information about Mr. Cannon, but it seems difficult to get to the point of certainty.

Mr. Cannon, there must be something wrong with him first. That could be, like, a disease, or something else.

"I don't have a choice, I don't know anymore, why don't you hit me in person"

"Huh?"

Celia turned her eyes round to my suggestion.

That would be natural, too. I am also aware that this proposal is not a very good one.

"He said it hit him..."

"I'm trying to hit Mr. Cannon with the information we have."

"Well, that kind of feels dangerous..."

"It could be. But maybe I can grab something..."

Even if we wait like this, we won't gather any more information.

Then it should be quickest to try and shake the person.

What would Mr. Cannon say to our suspicions? That should be a hint of what Mr. Cannon is up to.

"... right. Let's do that."

"Oh, Celia, let's go"

Celia also convinced me of something that bothered me a little.

That's why we're going to Mr. Cannon.

And believe me, I know something.