The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

Bilowelka, a regional city in the Kingdom of Pawnsonia. Although it is a local city, it is also a major traffic shock and many humans travel around at night.

The moon also rose high on the night.

There were people walking around the city.

The pruned blonde hair is short and thick enough pork neck to have an obscure border with her face. Even without armor or, he wore enough muscle to think that this body would bounce the blade back.

He is the Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Pawnsonia, Lawrence-Di-Falcon.

Honey, honey, I'm walking around making noises. What he wears is a clasp (chainmail) that can cover his entire body, a full body armor with as many chains as a thumbnail. It does not inhibit the movement of the flesh and is a substitute that can be prevented if it is a light slaughter or spike.

Disadvantages include the sound of chan and the fact that it is quite heavy because it is made of iron, albeit chains. Of course, I wouldn't mind at all if I had as much muscle strength as Lawrence.

My body is swelling up more and more because I'm weaving a Knights uniform from above the chainmail, but then Lawrence doesn't go through with it.

That day —— since that day when he allowed the Royal Castle to break in the thieves, Lawrence had made him build protective equipment that could be equipped in places that weren't battlefields. It was this chainmail manufactured by the Dwarf blacksmiths that the Knights are gracious about.

Lawrence was reminded by the boy who was a thief of the phrase "always on the battlefield" -- always on the battlefield. If he had worn a chain mail that could guard him all the way down to his neck, when he fought the boy, his offense would have gone barely through himself —— Lawrence thought.

This chainmail is now worn not only by Lawrence, but by all the Knights who are intoxicated by him. "That's the Knights. Some nobles find it reliable," while others frown on "loud and irresistible" and "appeal at work".

Lawrence's walking distance is the city's policing route. He does not leave it to the other knights alone, but always imposes patrol duty on himself.

Lawrence, driven by a war against the Quimbrand Empire, suddenly thought he had been recalled to the King's Capital —— now ordered to take up a domestic security assignment.

Some time after receiving the "Standby Order" named "Security Mandate," he was now called to a "meeting before you", which the King would focus on. So I was ordered —— to discuss the Gurguschrut border uncle.

That's why I'm in Bilowelka now. Ordered by the King, the Knights were advancing through King's capital, Gi-Pawnsonia. Bilowelka is the closest regional city to the territory ruled by the Grugschuldt border uncle.

"I'm back now"

"Welcome home!

Returning to the mansion temporarily rented by the Knights, the waiting knights saluted.

"How was the city?"

"It's a vibrant, good city. It's not insecure either. How much was I intoxicated, so you should turn the guards later"

"Ha."

"How about this one?"

"… we have contacted (...)"

"Okay. Let's hear it in the separate room."

Lawrence walked into one of the rooms when he only took the captain of the Knights. It's been 3 days since I've come to Bilowelka. We must march quickly and fight one battle —— if human beings from other countries are opponents.

But the opponent is a human being in the same country, plus, a gangster but sincere Grugshurt borderline uncle.

--Hear the thoughts of Uncle Borderline for once.

Yes, he was commanded by the First Princess, Kjastria-Gi-Pawnsonian, to leave the King's capital. Even if they hadn't told me, Lawrence would have made contact with Grugshurt.

That's about right, this assignment is weird.

It would undoubtedly be dangerous if civil unrest broke out while attacking an enemy country. But Uncle Borderline didn't march. It's just--it just cast doubt on the "royal legitimacy".

The act and the equivalent of "treason", of course. But is it enough to send the Knights? It is known to the country that the Knights will leave, and now the country has changed from a wartime air to an air of civil unrest. The fact that our enemies are inside us makes them all tingly.

"This is a letter from Uncle Borderline."

Passed to the captain, Lawrence reads through the letter at once. Read it once and then reread it again.

"... Captain, what about Uncle Neighborhood?

Lawrence, with his hips down to the chair —— the chair makes a nasty noise too small, giddy, against Lawrence's body —— carved a crease between his eyebrows.

"He said to come and show me his face. Borderline uncle does not doubt the legitimacy of the theory. If you come, I'll tell you everything." True Faithfulness "is only meant for" True Throne "..."

If Lawrence's loyalty is real, it's not disrespectful to think about whether the throne is authentic or not. If you even deny that you doubt, Lawrence's loyalty is simply the same as "dog loyalty" —— and.

"Can you do it?"

"... that's hard. What Uncle Borderline says makes sense. But if we do not unite our swords and enter the border realm, we will be suspected by His Majesty."

Kensei Lawrence was in a dark room, roaring.

In the same place, Pound, the satellite city of King's capital Gi-Pohnsonia.

The Adventurer's Guild had lights on even though it was midnight.

"Is that it? Is there still someone in the guild?

Jill, the receptionist, had just come out of drinking a fair amount of booze at the restaurant.

"What do you think? Aurora."

"... uhhh"

The same receptionist, Aurora, a shady beauty, was accompanied by Jill for a drink.

"Wow, I, I... excuse me, I..."

Fluffy walks home. Apparently, he made me drink too much.

"I guess I adjusted the amount a little wrong...... failed. Now I have to make it a little less. --And the guild is a little concerned. Let's go."

Jill headed to the Alliance of Adventurers with a flurry. It's about 100 meters on foot. The wind feels good at night for a drunk to walk, and it's just the right distance.

But before Jill got to the guild, someone came out of the guild.

"Hmm?"

He's a good person. Jill has never seen it. And Unken, the guild master, came out with him to send the person. As the opponent left, Unken tried to enter the guild again with a difficult face.

"Mr. Unken."

The look on Unken's face, which looked back haphazardly —— there was something sad drifting, so chopped up that Jill accidentally stood up.

"Duh, what's wrong? Who was coming now?

"... you don't have to know. What are you doing, until this late hour?"

"No, that's a little too much to drink with Mr. Aurora —— that's fine. Mr. Unken, do you think there's a different vibe?"

"I said you don't have to know.... go home already. It's none of your business."

…………

There's nothing I can do as Jill when I'm told that much. Jill went home to say hello.

But Jill will regret leaving soon.

It certainly had nothing to do with Jill. But it was a very serious problem for Unken.

The next day, when Jill came to the Adventurer's Guild, haunted by a hangover —— when Gloria was right in the face,

"Jill, come here"

I called it in.

"--I hear the Alliance Master is changing from Mr. Unken to someone else."

"Huh?"

Unken had already left the city.