Wortenia Senki (WN)

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Rough breath sounds loud in my ears.

My head knew that was a foolishness that would inform the enemy of my position, but my body would not allow the thoughts of such a young man.

Indeed, the body of the young man who had dived through many battlefields had been forged like steel, and his excellent physical function had been further enhanced by martial arts.

But even though muscle strength and endurance are not comparable to ordinary people, it is within the boundaries of being human.

It inhales oxygen into the lungs, burns sugar and fat and produces energy. The energy produced is then consumed by the muscles and oxygen is converted into oxygen dioxide and released into the body. The basic structural principles of those series of human beings do not change anything.

Even if the youngster was a finger wrestler among the guild's youngsters: double c-rank...

Brutally wiping sweat dripping down his forehead like a waterfall with his hands, the young man carries a leather bag suspended on his hips to his mouth.

Raw, lukewarm water stained with the taste of the skin.

It doesn't taste as good as flattery, but it still equals the finest wine for today's young people.

"That's it."

When included in the mouth to squeeze until the last drop, the young man throws the bag away in frustration.

If you can reach the water fields dotted in the woods, it is possible to replenish the water.

The young man and I have eyes on the map of the Waltenia Peninsula, which was stored in the guild beforehand.

That is a crude one that is not very comparable to precise maps such as those used in modern Japan, but it still grabbed about the direction of a water field.

But there was not a single chance of reaching that water field.

(They're intentionally pushing me in the opposite direction from the water field... draining my health and then hunting)

Spitting in frustration, the young man turns his gaze slightly backward.

You won't feel as tired as running ten kilometers down a well-kept flat street, but this is the famous out-of-the-way magic. If depression and the growing forest grass trees and the monsters living there blocked the escape, and from the rear, the unidentified trackers were to come after them, they would have been quite hunted down physically and mentally.

It's an honest thought to want to put a little pause somewhere.

(Fucking asshole)

The fellow who told me to take this job has already begun his journey to Yellow Springs.

He was a dirty man in gold, but he was wonderful and good with young men.

The night I got better from work, I used to take her out to a tavern or a whorehouse.

But filling the minds of today's young people is endless cursing at the dead side and regret for his shallow judgment in taking on this job.

The amount offered as compensation is five times the market price. It also says that on top of the advance payment, depending on the results of the survey, it will even put on a bonus.

It was a suspicious job not to pass the guild requested directly by a certain nobleman, but just an investigation should have made this amount a rather delicious request.

That's why the young man got on with this story, too.

But...

(What is a simple investigation? That bastard. He's got me into this shit.)

Waltenia Peninsula.

If you are a businessman for the rough business that belongs to the Alliance, it is a place you have heard of once.

In fact, young people have heard rumors about this land more than once in the past.

Says a deserted land, rumored to exist a pirate Negijo and a dirty subhuman hiding settlement.

Says a pile of treasure that is ferocious and tough, but also highly-high monsters with skins and fangs traded at very high prices.

Whenever they told me that, one day, I would go to the land with my arms up, and my friends and I would get up in the liquor store.

Anyway, if you can go to the land and come back alive, you will be recognized by your guild and colleagues as a handyman, and you will be able to put your first and second eyes on it.

It was only natural for a young man running out to admire with fear.

It was about two years ago that such a change came to the Waltenia Peninsula. Suddenly, a nobleman of a name never seen or heard of before was born, giving the Waltenian Peninsula by King Roselia.

That's exactly the blue sky thunderbolt.

Many of the people who heard about it were first surprised that an anonymous mercenary had been told by a nobleman, and then laughed ridiculously at the fact that he had been pushed to the Waltenia Peninsula.

Nominal is the reward, but normally, it's only equal to harassment and punitive games.

Indeed, the Waltenia Peninsula is not a vast area for a nobleman to make it a territory.

That is why even if we look across the entire Western continent, there are only so many aristocrats who claim so much land.

But no matter how vast the territory, it's worth nothing without the people who live there.

A naked king with no people to rule, who has gained barren land that produces nothing. No, in this case, nobility.

Either way, there was a lot of public appreciation for Baron Goshiba as an asshole nobleman whose name confused him and drew the poverty lottery.

However, the young man was informed that the evaluation was a big mistake.

"The guy who made that one... it's a monster..."

The sight I saw from the top of the hill floated behind the young man's brain, and words that could be taken as admiration or curse leaked out of his lips.

It was a young man born in one country of Roselia, more splendid and huge than any city I've ever seen in my life.

Indeed, it may be somewhat inferior in size to giant cities such as Pireus, the king's capital visited to register for the guild, and the capital of the Altomere Empire, which I hear from my colleagues.

But who can remain calm if he sees multiple enclosed cities with high and thick walls and a huge port set up to fill the coast.

And a huge castle that is being built in the middle of the bay.

Its magnificent and functional castle overwhelmed the hearts of the young man and his companions.

"Tell him... tell him about it..."

No one knows exactly what is happening on the Waltenia Peninsula right now.

This is because Baron Shiba refuses to create a branch of the Alliance into the territory, and has set up a post north of Count Salzberg territory to block almost all traffic.

As a result, the Alliance now has more requests to collect resources for the Waltenia Peninsula, and the work behind not passing the Alliance does not cut the requests of the surrounding aristocrats who wish to conduct a fact-finding on the peninsula.

At that time, I took this job because of the good reward, but the reality was heartless.

"That's the nest of monsters... they've all been wiped out by mouth seals..."

Some time after Baron Gozai took control of the Waltenia Peninsula, there was an incident in which all mercenaries and adventurers headed for the land were kept informed.

At first, it was thought that stupid people who misunderstood their strengths had just become the bait of monsters, but the young man understood with his true reason.

A giant fortified city from that hilltop tells the whole story.

Having created so much in this out-of-the-world demonic realm in just a few years, the hand is exactly worthy of the word monster.

The sense of mission that I have to bring the information I have obtained back to my client floats the body of the young man.

Believe me that's the only atonement I can make for losing my people and surviving only one...

Eventually the young man's whereabouts opened.

Evidence that we made it through the woods spreading across the mountain hem and near the border of the Earl of Salzberg.

The young man reaches the extreme of exhaustion and puts his last strength into a screaming body.

(Almost... Almost)

The young man keeps running desperately. But almost there, suddenly a black shadow descends from the top of the tree.

And together something cold swept the young man's throat as something glowed.

"Huh?"

The eyes of a young man who accidentally stopped his leg and put his hand on his throat freeze with fear and amazement.

loose adhesive liquid. Something other than sweat flows out of the young man's neck.

Feeling the clock needle that marks his life become dull, the young man raises his hands in front of him in fear.

"Blood........."

Every time my heart beat, fluid dripped from my neck down to my chest.

Red and black stained hands.

Hot objects creep up from the back of his throat, and the young man collapses on the spot.

"You're a lucky man to get away with this."

The black shadow looks down at the young man's corpse with an inorganic gaze as he wipes the blood of the knife in his hand with a cloth.

"They seem to be diligently trained, too, but not yet. Tell Lord Jeong to plant it a little harshly."

"Well, that's not what you said, Lord Ryusai. Those kids' arms are inside just because they've been planted for the past few months. Because I don't have an ex or a child if I do a very harsh training and crush it. Before the pavilion leaves, they're stabbing nails to tell you not to train too unscrupulously, right? Well, there's no rush."

The voice of a squatted woman is hung from behind, and the shadow turns slowly.

"That being said, Lord Plum. Don't you want me to raise my arms a little before the house returns?"

Ryusai opened his mouth dissatisfied.

As for Ryusai, who feels doubly responsible for the rise and fall of the clan as the elder of Iga Saitama, it is true that he wants to appeal to Ryojin at all to the value of his clan's use.

Sneaking is a living tool.

And tools mean that there are people who want to use them.

"Well, I certainly don't know how that feels. Up to four of the five intruders ended up with just those kids. Aren't you allowed to admit it?

"You mean this guy had more arms than I expected?"

Abominably, Ryusai kicks into the body at his feet.

"Yes. Besides, we're here on purpose to get rid of these occasional arms wrestlers."

To the words, Ryusai snorts.

In fact, it is not just a spectacle pleasure mountain that two human beings belonging to the elders, the highest of the Iga Saitama people, are in such a despicable place.

"Sure... Lord Plum is right"

"In fact, the training methods conceived by the hotel have been quite fruitful. Anyway, you've just empowered a child to work as a full sneak."

"I didn't know what it meant when they told me they were going to cross the border and hunt to seal my mouth."

That said, Ryusai had a bitter laugh.

The development of the city of Ceilios cannot yet be known to others.

Which will make the whole continent more informed and more traded. But now that a lord named Ryoujin Goshiba has gone on an expedition to Zaluda and is absent, I can't predict where and what kind of movement would happen if this information were leaked outside.

Therefore, it is correct that the border was sealed in order to seal off information.

The problem is, Ryo Jin gave another order.

"That's the same for me. Who the hell else would bother to pull a detective into the city of Sailios and then come up with a dangerous way to train him? Sure, once you've been in action, that's all you'll get, but your arms will go up extraordinarily."

Instead of discouraging the break-in of a secret detective on the border line, he seals his mouth after letting him break into it as far as the vicinity of Ceilios.

Seems unreasonable and wasteful at first glance, but the truth was the opposite.

That is a truly selfish and ruthless thought of using people's lives to the extreme.

And in fact, this measure is working.

In just a few moments, they grew up buying and collecting more children than anywhere else as slaves until they could undoubtedly do their job as sneaks.

"I hear the lion gives the child the prey he made weak when teaching him to hunt and teach in, but is it the same as that..."

"Well, it's certainly a good hand to brace yourself,"

"But then it's time for this training law to become dangerous."

"Right. Though I haven't told Lord Ryusai yet, there are more skilled men who can shake off their tracks and get to the border."

"Hmm, that's why you called me."

Ryusai sighed deeply at the words of the plum.

Unless you're so stupid, you can't keep sending in a secret detective without taking any precautions.

"Yeah, I think I'll have it for a while, but I think I'd better hit my hand early."

Without the returnees, clients and guilds naturally improve the quality of the people they send.

At first it seemed like it was just people like Single E and F-rank, but lately there has also been a mix of B-ranks and nearby arm-written people.

If we keep this up, any of us will be sent a human being called a first-class who belongs to the A-rank.

That doesn't necessarily make it possible to definitively destroy the intruders at all times, even though the interests of the land are ours. Even if Iga Saitama's hand was putting up a dozen defensive nets so that he would never miss it.

"I don't have a problem with people being sent to this level in the future... I guess it's a sweet idea"

"Well, we can talk about the neighborhood after the hotel returns."

Ryusai nodded small at the words, looking up at the far south sky.

Having completed the report of his return in the Wang capital, I thought of the Lord's return.

"Two days later."

"Oh, I guess so."