Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

The city, built in the form of a platform, revolves around a royal castle built at its highest level, parted into an upper city inhabited by nobles and other higher classes, a middle street inhabited by civilians and a lower city inhabited by the poor, creating a three-tiered structure with high walls and thick gates separating each city.

This craftsmanship was superior in defense than the demons trekking outside.

Of these, there was a place in the most defensive Upper City first class.

Adventurer Guild headquarters.

An organization that sends adventurers to various locations to work across territorial hedges.

The main mountain stood at the gate.

A sign crossing the sword and flame, representing the adventurer, shook slightly in an indoor contention.

"Why!?

"So no matter how many times you ask me, there's nothing I can teach you."

An elderly woman with green silver hair answered the questioner.

Her name is Emerada.

You look young, but it's been about a century since you became the head of the guild.

Long ears with ear decorations had proven that she was a long-lived elf.

Are you tired of working day after day, sitting in an executive chair and sighing decadently.

Strangely colorful, the trick would be too little to say for a concurrent adventurer.

"Can't you tell me? Even if that's me?

But there's nothing like that in her face.

He comes stuffed with momentum that just slaps his hands on his desk against the most senior figure in the Alliance.

"That word that I can't even teach confirms my suspicions"

"Even if they say so..."

Emerada puts her cheek cane on, runs a pen on the paperwork, and pushes her sentence.

I find myself open to that task, which is repeated every day, but I felt the same way about this persistent questioner.

"Arstella. Even if you're an SS adventurer and you're a hero enough to be called the Brave One, you can't be treated like one."

Emerada puts the pen down and removes the silver-chained glasses.

The guild leader's deep green eyes stare at Arstella, but the brave man is still not frightened. On the contrary, it takes more.

"Why can't you even tell me why you don't investigate? We know that the A-Class Adventurer Party" The Sword of Aurora "went to the investigation once. Findings are fine."

"So that's it, right?

"There's no way! I hear the magic disaster in the Great East Forest was the biggest ever. Even though the cause of the outbreak is unknown, it never produced a labyrinth or a powerful demon? On the contrary, there is no way I can believe that things have been resolved without doing anything!

Finally, he slaps the clerk's desk in the palm of his hand, raises his eyebrows and protests.

The look on Alstella's face doesn't just say that it's justice to my claims.

The sleazy figure was certainly a beauty worthy of taking the aliases of the brave.

Short, glossy dark hair, herd blue eyes that represent the strength of the will. He carries a wide sword on his back wrapped in lightweight armor.

He looked exactly like the "brave man" painted on the picture.

Because of its track record and style, every nation also remembers well that one day, when the Demon King appears, he will become a true brave man and save the world.

However, unlike the brave men who come out of the gaga, Arstella was a woman.

To deny that, the armor is tightening her chest and trying to hide her gender.

"What happened in the forest of Uncle Falks has been resolved. There's no need for further investigation."

"... Huh!

Against the angry brave, Emerada restarts her paperwork by putting her glasses back on.

If Arstella says anything more, she'll be calling security outside.

Emerada's attitude marked the end of the questioning.

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"A stubborn guild longer......! You've lived too long and you've been busy.

Arstella closed to knock on the thick front door, leaving the guild headquarters behind.

It is absolutely necessary to investigate the Great Forest.

My thoughts as a brave man... no, the holy sword on this back is complaining to myself that there is something there.

The white holy sword passed down to our house from generation to generation is the legendary sword once waved by the brave when they destroyed the demon king.

The two names "brave men" given to me also had this sword a great deal.

If I had slaughtered evil demons with this sword, I would have been in a position to be an SS adventurer's "brave man".

If I became an SS adventurer with only a few people in the world, I would often get caught up in the annoying things I would call famous taxes.

but they do make more money than aristocrats who are accommodating and poorer in terms of income in various places beyond the country.

Normally, they say they are often exonerated, even if they make assault cases like getting caught.

Whether you are a brave man or not, you will never work such evil.

It's my job to kill demons. Anything else was fine.

But my people couldn't follow me like that.

The monk, Tania, retired with great injury, and the mage, Zenith, cursed and quit about herself as a Berserker.

Zenobia, the swordsman who brought me to the end...

"Is that it? What happened to Zenobia?

I can't remember the people I trusted the most and were close to like my sisters.

Soon she's gone and still missing to this day.

Shortly before we broke up, we should have talked about what she was, but that's vague too.

"Zenobia... how come she's gone before me..."

I get anxious and put my hands on the holy sword pattern.

A passerby walked nearby for a moment, but Arstella and I met each other and let her face down to its pitiful beauty.

"Whoa, excuse me. Bad habit."

"Yes, what, it's okay.... Well, you're Master Arstella, aren't you? I'm a big fan!

"Is that it? Really? Thank you. Glad to hear it."

When Arstella smiled back, the woman screamed yellow.

I shook my hand as I was asked and even did the service of hugging her.

"This is my secret and yours alone."

"Ha ha...!

I will also stop saying that I finally put my hand on the sword all over the city.

The woman nodded coddly with a blurred face and Arstella left the scene with a refreshing smile.

This is one of the troublesome famous taxes.

A neutral face and its martial arts are so active that it becomes an opera.

Arstella was so popular with people that she did not become an opponent, such as a coarse bard.

Taru must also be careful how he behaves towards others.

It wasn't a good idea to put your hand on the sword. This is my vice.

When my heart becomes unstable, I really reach for the Holy Sword.

This holy sword supposedly used by the legendary brave Louta.

It is a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation, and this sword has been by my side since I inherited the governor.

Even when things were hard or sad, I could bear it if I held the Holy Sword.

This sword is an amulet for me. I can't let go at any time.

Because of this sword, I was ordained to be a "brave man", and that is how I lived.

Slashing demons is the mission of the brave.

So we must always go to the Great Forest, where the signs of demons intensify.

Because you're right.

You're not bad.

I don't like my friends anymore.

You just have to let go about the guild leader who doesn't understand justice.

─ ─ Yes, I thought the Holy Sword whispered.

"... Phew"

Give it to me. It makes it easier for me to stand.

"You're getting hungry when you calm down."

It was already dark outside if I noticed.

Keep going down the hill from the upper streets and this is already a downtown area close to the lower streets.

I thought I'd head out hunting demons, but for today, I'm hungry.

"Can I stay here?"

I found my favorite scent in a city mixed with various smells, such as alcohol, fat and women's makeup.

Caught in the smell of burning meat that looked delicious, Arstella stepped into a liquor store.

Seeing the brave men who came in, the guests gazed for a moment, but immediately took their gaze off and returned to each meal and conversation.

Apparently, this is a shop that the adventurers are turning into.

That was also apparent from the fact that he was the musculoskeletal eyelid man who would be a former adventurer.

If customers are mostly peers, they will also know that SS adventurers are disgusted.

Without being weirdly noisy because the celebrity came, Arstella searches for an empty seat.

But no matter how much I lurk my voice, I hear rumors.

"Is that the Brave Man? You're a lot younger than I was asking."

"You look like you should have been an actor. I suppose it's for a sawdust woman."

"Am I right? Wasn't she a brave woman?

"I'm hiding in my cape, but that hipster is a woman. Such a fine daughter kills an average of 2,000 demons a year... They also hunted one evil dragon in the South the other day. I can't believe the army can solo down demons like they're going out, which is kind of a monster."

"I don't know what SS class means to fight any more than you can already earn enough to play and live"

"I don't know. That's about what they call a killer addict. You enjoy killing them."

Arstella was not so narrow as to be angry at rumours of her choice.

But I couldn't hear that name for a moment.

Because in the words I lurked, I heard a name I missed.

"That Zenobia Leonhart..."

I was just thinking about my buddy.

Arstella looked around the table.

Those who were speaking in so that they could lurk their voices were soon found.

Somehow, it's a pair of four with gloomy air.

In a noisy tavern, he drinks beer jocks in a funeral-like atmosphere with one hand.

"... it's been months since then and I'm still dreaming..."

"Oh, so am I... Countless eyes staring from the woods of darkness..."

"No, don't... Don't remind me..."

"Fear raises you because you don't get your hands on it just to see it... What did those demons want...?

"Do you know... In the end, there was nothing we could do to investigate..."

"It was a strange place to think about it...... The Count has a horrible demon, and the first guild chief and the Great Bumpy Witch show up, or that Xenovia Leonhart, who's supposed to be missing, lives there..."

"Hmm, that's a very interesting story."

The adventurers shook their bodies shocked as they spoke in a whisper from behind.

The guild commander laid down a warrant for the forest investigation mission, which should not be talked about on the table.

Despite the failure of the mission, the request fee is paid in full, including the termination fee.

If your guild finds out you're talking about this in a liquor store, you could be demoted for breach of confidentiality.

If they were the original ones, they wouldn't have talked like this.

But the fear engraved on them was so great that the liquor was in them again making their mouths slippery.

I have to stop this intruder, too, more than I've been asked.

Intimidation or tenderness.

The adventurers moved to see which choice was the effective opponent.

"Ah? Don't interrupt people's stories and tell your parents..."

"Dear 'Brave'!?

However, the opponent was not as common as intimidation or flexicurity.

A ranger man looking back to put cancer on freezes, and a priestly monk rises and screams.

Guild Signature SS Adventurer. That was also spoken to by that "brave man".

They trembled in despair.

This is no place to be demoted.

After disqualification, there was also the possibility of being expelled from the Wang capital.

"Oh, no, no, don't be so hard on me."

Arstella waves flirtatiously and prevents her from ever going to get attention again.

Instead, he called in an officiant and asked for alcohol for the number of people sitting in his seat.

"Isn't that the same adventurer? I'm one of them."

Then he turns his arms from behind to the shoulders of the adventurers who round his back and puts his face much closer.

"You guys were having an interesting story. It's really interesting. I'll pay for the drinks here. Could you elaborate? First of all... where are my valued associates?

Arstella smiled flamboyantly at the men who had hardened like stones