"Really...... Aren't they back?"
Thor was upset by the appearance of Euril, who suddenly turned young, but decided to sassy away because he didn't seem to realize it.
Even though I seem to be sneaking back, I have used up all the minutes available in the earlier battle beautifully.
Besides, I don't care about magic.
Asked how Sola and the others were doing to change the subject for now, the response was that they had not shown up at the boarding house.
Driven by a bad hunch, Thor decided to give Euril this opportunity to hurry to the outer gate.
Around the gate, guards and adventurers immersed in the aftermath of victory speak loudly of their battles.
A short distance from that crowd of noisy people.
Thor's eyes searched for Sora as she sat back on the stone wall.
More brought to the girl, as well as Moo's oddly throaty appearance as she touched her head.
A child notices first and foremost Tor, who loosened his steps in relief at the safe condition of the two.
"Ah, To!
"Uh, it's Tor."
Thor, holding Moo up with one hand as he ran over fine, approaches and peeks into Sola's face.
The girl's expression was interspersed with plenty of tearful marks and fatigue like she had finished her big job, and a feeling of freshness.
When Thor reached out and touched his cheek, he nodded powerlessly.
To see the fallout from normal conditions, it is certain that it is not just a matter of out of magic.
Thora, who had been entrusting herself to the feel of Thor's hand for a while, spoke her mood with a blur to see if she was feeling any easier.
"... you know, Tor. I finally figured it out. I'm really sorry."
"If you're tough, you don't have to talk."
"Yeah, I want you to listen. You're so heartbroken that other people throw their lives out for you. Yeah, I got a lot on my mind. I'm sorry, Tor. From my heart, I reflected..."
"Right. More than anything, you know that. By the way, it would be helpful if you could tell me what happened."
"Mm-hmm. Do you want to hear Moo's story about Innocence?!
"Uh, so it's me..."
When asked about the general circumstances by the two of them, Thor made them nod without saying anything.
Hold the two with both arms as they are, hugging them tight and tight.
"T, Tor, what's wrong?
Sora raising her up voice and Moo happily burying her face on Thor's shoulder.
Thor, with his mouth in his two ears, whispers in a calm voice.
"Well done, Sola, Moo. I'm so glad you guys are okay. And I'm sorry. You know, when I think I should put it on and the grownups should protect it, it's this zama."
"Yeah, Tor's not bad at anything! I'm the one who did the wrong thing."
"Moo is right on top of To!
"No, no, no, that, you can't protect me, that's a bad way to protect me! Next time I do it, I'm really angry."
"... Thora, I told you I wasn't coming"
Sora gives a troubled look to Moo's words as she is pulled on her cheek and swollen.
Tor narrowed his eyes ridiculously to the two figures he had completely broken down.
"Did we get along? Good for you, Sola."
To Thor's words, the two tried to break their faces at the same time as if they had anticipated the timing.
Three people who were soothing are called from behind.
"Old man, it's late to come. The festival is over."
"Hello, Mr. Thor"
"Koncha!
"... Hi"
"Hello"
It was Carlus and a quartet of young adventurers who showed up.
"Oh, make a little mistake with the venue. Looks like these guys took care of you. And I heard you protected those kids. Thank you, thank you."
"Whoa, don't go crazy. I'm not making a big deal out of this."
Sora's story says Carlus, who brought the four back, also rushed to protect Moo, who was sitting outside the gate.
Later, he said he accompanied me all the way until the arriving guards opened the gate.
After Lycan, the gatekeeper who closed the gate on his own, was taken, he joined the offensive team and seemed to be raging.
"You owe me one."
"It doesn't look like it, old man. The old man can go his way as he pleases. Don't worry about borrowing and all the details."
That's the Tor that made me uncomfortable with words that didn't seem like it, but it wasn't until two days later that the meaning was revealed.
The day after Dadan's Boundary Street succeeds in repelling the "Great Occurrence" from the Little Ghost Forest, Deputy Director Sackow and other expedition troops return.
According to their report, as previously investigated, a huge dungeon was forming in the desolate outer city of Bossaria.
The top rankers broke in there and got nothing.
The only problem is that the time was the day before the Big Occurrence.
In other words, this sudden outbreak is a guess as to whether the impatience that was engulfed in the land of Bossaria caused a reflux phenomenon with the disappearance of the dungeon.
Because of this, a cave of little ghosts in the vicinity was rapidly revitalized.
The unusual increase in the number of goblins since a few more days may also be a sign that a new dungeon was forming.
The story of how far this case was being set up is that it is still under investigation.
The noise happened to converge during the return of the elites and then made various changes.
Particularly significant among them was the strangulation of the Guards.
Poor hands to move from report of discovery to interception.
A body that gets caught up in more positive motion and allows it to break into the city.
Especially the second one, which got nothing done with the activity of the sweet Tolls, is no different, but it was a major failure.
If I made one mistake, it was just the two dances of Bossaria.
It was only announced that the matter had not been given much rest and that there had been the cooperation of a passing pair of adventurers.
The two of them killed dozens of Hobgoblins and not only slaughtered them, but even their chief.
There is no doubt that he is the owner of extra skill, but the identification was extremely difficult due to the absence of the top rankers.
There are even lying rumors that the mysterious beauty with the broom was also involved, and various speculations seem to fly.
Sakkow couldn't have missed this inevitable development.
Originally, the Guards were treated separately from the staff, although they belonged to the Adventurer's Bureau, which positioned them close to Dadan's immediate army because the Adventurer's Director concurrently serves as the Guardian.
The guards exposed to the ugliness were to be restructured and reviewed, such as crew qualifications.
This results in a considerable reduction in force on the part of the director.
Most dadans don't just fall.
The cost of labor floated by personnel reductions has been reduced to the cost of repairing the exterior walls.
For some time to come, the city's interior and exterior are likely to get pretty loud.
And in this disturbance, it was the treatment of the gatekeepers that had a profound bearing on Thor.
Regardless of Lycan, who arbitrarily shut the gate on his own, the punishment was also to be imposed on Carlus, who left his post in an emergency.
It was revealed in the courtroom temple seat that Lycan's actions resented his teammates for turning Tor in to the Security Division.
"I couldn't stand it...... when it would be rumored. I'm just going to be nail-bounced..."
"No, you're not rosing. I didn't even want to talk to you."
To Lycan with a stunned look, Carlus continues to be nothing.
"You can't go around saying bad things about someone or me serving the honorable Thunder God."
Senpai's gatekeeper finds out that's true when his boss's guards and hearers, who had come as witnesses, swept his neck aside.
The beaten Lycan nodded his neck disappointingly on the spot.
Lycan's ruling resulted in the write-off of the adventurer's record and his exile from the city.
Carlus, who had somehow been a month of caution there, also said he would leave the Guard to accompany him.
The next day, Thor drops off Carlus leaving the city by himself.
"Even a guy like that can't help it. He's a long-time partner. It's not easy to abandon me. Well, you seem to be reflecting, and you two can handle it."
The young man, who had a past easily cut by a companion who had lost his left hand, deliberately let Thor try to strengthen him.
"Yes, I promise to show Sola the shop, will you tell her I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill it, old man"
"Oh, don't worry, I'll take you instead"
"Shit, I didn't like it to happen. And make sure you correct my cool brother."
"That's hard. I can't teach you lies. It's an educational policy."
In return for his honesty, Carlus made him laugh small.
As he leaves, for some reason Thor sticks out his left handed bush.
Carlus, who understood it to be a farewell greeting, clung to the tip of his left hand, which he lost with his hand out of his nostrils while niggling.
"Goodbye, take it."
Suddenly confused by Tor's words, Carlus is even more confused by the discomfort at the tip of his hand.
His eyes rushed downwards, opening to the fullest.
What was there was the left hand I should have lost.
The young man often held his breath in an unlikely and improbable state.
That was also a sight I dreamed of dozens, no hundreds of times.
From that day when we lost the tip of our left hand, the glorious future of the youth was suddenly interrupted there.
Strong complacency that any monster opponent won't take the back.
Companions I thought were irreplaceable warriors.
A loving lover who can completely entrust her back.
All of them have disappeared.
Many times in the middle of the night, I get attacked and jumped by a hand ache that should be gone.
Countless adventurers I know have dropped me off with their sympathetic glances back.
A year of frustration with regret until it blew out was also the longest year of Carlus' life.
And I was able to recover from it almost every day thanks to the appearance of a man who continued his silent and lonely adventure.
Unexpectedly, Carlus recalls a scene where Tor, who served as a guide in the run, laughed bitterly that this was the only skill he could do while restoring his curved sword.
"What the... Old man, you're not useless at all... you've grown into a skill"
To Carlus, whose strength fell on his knees, Thor nodded silently and returned his heels.
A tear-mingling voice chases its back.
"Hey, old man! Shit, I don't know what to say... Well... thanks for not retiring."
"Never mind.... your encouragement saved me a lot too."
As he replied over his back, Tor raised his left hand as usual (...) to say goodbye.