Yomigaeri no Maou

It was a quiet night.

It was a quiet, serene evening, as usual, as I would say it was my fault for what happened during the day and so on.

Stuffing for gatekeepers made beside the main entrance to the Final.

There are a few knights and soldiers packing for the night watch.

That said, if the sun falls from the evening and for a while, there are few visitors to the city or anything like this at midnight.

Even if you were there, that would be if it were too urgent, or if someone with a dark spot were to come.

For this reason, on such a quiet evening, the work of the soldiers in the gatekeeper's office is enough to clear the paperwork under the candlestick or do a slow reading.

In fact, most of the soldiers awake and working as gatekeepers were doing paperwork and reading that day.

Some people play betting cards, others play board games, etc., but they are a minority.

A sight that doesn't change anything from usual.

Considering that the most important part of the gatekeeper's job would be patience and the leeway to enjoy these quiet hours, the platoon leader, who was in charge of the scene, himself, while doing paperwork, watched the darkness of the night from the blurry and stone gaps set towards the outside of the finals.

This platoon leader, a man who used to deploy outside the gate when the demonic alert decree came out, and some of his usual tasks were to oversee the gatekeepers this way.

That's when he waited for the blur to pass and the time for a change to come if he wasn't the same as usual.

By the main entrance, a passageway was provided for use in the time when the main entrance was closed, but the door was knocked down.

It is a gentle beating that does not seem too hasty, but rather gives you a sense of prudence and depth.

Don't open the door, first the platoon leader from the peek door to see who knocked on the door.

He also blinds the soldiers who refrain behind him and silently signals that if anything, he can respond immediately.

Then,

"... well, that's something rare at times like this, huh?

The platoon captain looked at the person who knocked on the door. No, that's how he muttered and expressed surprise.

He who saw on the other side of the peep door.

That shouldn't be outside the city at a time like this, because it was a pair of young women.

One was a woman with a very elegant appearance and a material waist, a strange woman with a scented beauty in the serenity.

The colour of the hair is as pale as the sky, the eyes are as brilliant as jewels are amber, just like the beautiful woman of the world, the atmosphere I said.

However, it is understandable from the intelligence that dwells in its eyes that the core will not be as weak as its appearance.

There was no frightening appearance, no matter what happened, I would not lose sight of my place, the platoon captain could instantly detect that she was such a woman.

Besides, after observing it for a while, I even feel an indescribable awesomeness that I didn't notice at the beginning.

It's not just that.

I thought so.

And the other was thought to be the one following to protect herself like that.

With cuts that would have been carved with something sharp in one eye, she had red eyes in her long lacquered black hair.

Still alive, one eye seemed to observe all things without alarm, and the platoon captain could tell that he was careful to pull through the sword he put on his hips whenever anything happened.

He is clearly a hand-worked warrior, and in most of his training he will not.

Even if the escort is one of her, this won't be opponent in the bandits and such around there.

It was also felt that someone like her might be an escort because of her appearance.

Because she had a beautiful appearance, even though she was losing one eye, even after subtracting it.

My body looks more like a warrior, rather than luxurious, but I also feel as if some noble lady is imitating me.

However, the platoon captain had firmly understood in his life that he could not rely on such an impression.

Appearance and strength are rarely proportional, but when an element of magic is added here, the story changes dramatically.

Perhaps she was the type of person who could use physical enhancement magic at a high level.

Those are the two of them.

Weird and extreme in such a remarkable way as visiting the city at such a time, the platoon captain wonders what purpose it has.

But you can't just not handle it.

Because if you are in a position, if you want to make a bad advance payment, it will be a problem later.

The platoon captain therefore first decided to ask the purpose of the visit through the door.

"... Welcome to the finals. But at such unpopular times, what the hell happened?

To that word, a woman with blue hair answers more slowly.

"... late at night, if you'll excuse me. It was upon instructions from the other party that we were to visit at such times. For more information, please refer to this letter…"

That being said, the woman threw a letter into a postcard box for the exchange of letters with the outside, which was provided beside the peek window.

I hear there's something going on.

The platoon leader first took the letter out of the projection box and tried to confirm it.

Open the box and take the letter.

Then I saw that wax, but at that moment, the platoon captain solidified.

"... this is..."

The soldiers, who had refrained behind him, lean their necks to visit such a platoon leader.

"... what is it, Captain?

To that word, the platoon captain answers.

"... no, I'm a little surprised"

The soldiers peered into the hand of the platoon leader who said so.

The seal being pressed against the seal of his letter caught my eye, and the soldiers were equally surprised by the platoon leader.

"I see, this is..."

"Mm-hmm. This is the Froissard family crest. Apparently, they're getting a formal invitation."

With that said, the platoon captain opens the wax and reads the letter inside.

What was stated there was that the two of them were official guests of the Floissar family and that their identities should be guaranteed.

If they come to visit, run people to the Floissar family, plus the Adventurers' Union (guild).

Furthermore, there was no need to pry into their identities.

Having read it and understood the difficulty of the matter, the platoon leader rushed the soldiers to the Froissard family, plus the Adventurers' Union (guild), and even closer to the passage.

"I can't leave you outside forever..."

That's what the platoon captain says, he talks outside the door.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I know. It will be cold outside. Please wait while we open the portal."

That said, the platoon captain opened the key to the passage himself and invited the two women.

Coming in quietly, two women.

Then a blue-haired woman asks the platoon captain.

"... May I come inside the finals?

But the platoon captain shook his head at it.

"No, wait a minute for that. We're running the user now..."

"Really? So, can I give you a break here?

To the words of the blue-haired woman, the platoon captain nodded and proceeded to the chair.

I also recommended to the other, dark-haired woman, that she shake her head in silence and refrain behind the blue-haired woman as she stood.

It would mean that you are prepared to protect the Lord at all times.

I don't know if he's a knight, but as a knight, it's definitely an exemplary attitude, and his strength was even more obvious to the platoon leader if you actually see it in front of him like this.

Strong.

It was as compelling as I could only say.

As a platoon leader, I really want to hear who the hell you are, but I can't ask more than the lord has clearly told me not to hear that.

Therefore, it was also awkward to be silent and to have an unusual chat, but regardless of the brunette woman, it turns out that the blue-haired woman is an unexpectedly adorable woman while she is like you.

The platoon leader is a soldier.

Therefore, there was little talk with young women, and at best there was only a story about the confectionery store and restaurant and other information in the finals that my daughter had been purchasing.

But if the woman in front of you is also interested in what she said if she doesn't know what the reason is but stays in the finals to a certain extent, she wonders, and if she starts talking, that look of calm and serenity will change unexpectedly.

"... there was a confectionery shop called Sapiros on Central Avenue. I am this year too. I'm not particularly fond of sweets, but they are so persistent that my daughter wants to eat them that I had no choice but to stop by and buy pomegranate cakes for the number of people in the family that they are the most popular in the store. I'm on this face too, but I don't want my daughter to hate me... so I ate with her, but this was amazing and delicious. Shall I say just right softness that is not too sweet and then spreads slightly into your mouth? That's exactly what you call craftsmanship. Once you're in the finals and calmed down, you can go."

To the words of such a platoon leader, a blue-haired woman,

"I see... such a store. This is a check, isn't it? I have to tell Nina too. Shuzon! It's a note! Note!"

Say it that way and instruct the woman to refrain behind you.

Then the black-haired woman grabs the paper and pen and starts writing about it.

"... I ask you something unexpected, which part of Central Avenue will it be?

That is the first word that came out with its mouth open.

A low, husky voice for a woman, but with a unique appeal.

He was a voice that suited his appearance well as a well-trained warrior, but what he had asked was the exact location of the confectionery store.

The platoon captain went kind of crazy, but you can't laugh at the behavior itself.

With the same smile as before, I teach you the place of the confectionery store with pleasure.

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

There certainly seems to be a cage of gratitude for that word, and I don't particularly like to talk about it, but I guess it's originally the type that shows in action more than words, the platoon captain thought.

Then whenever the platoon captain mouthed the information on the food store, a similar interaction was repeated several times, but such time is over.

Shit, and the door on the final side of the stuffing opened, and the two soldiers came back in order.

Then, each,

"Platoon leader, we've got confirmation from the Froissard family!

"And the Adventurers' Union."

I have reported that

Now their identities will have been guaranteed.

There is no longer any reason to hold back here, the platoon captain said.

"... apparently confirmed. Now, there's nothing wrong with you getting into the finals. A little bit of a shame...... again, welcome to the finals. I hope it will be a good stay"

So he stood up, opened the door leading inside the final, and proceeded beyond it.

Two women stood up, each of them,

"I already feel like it's going to be a pleasant stay...... As much as I thought I should have come to the city sooner if this were the case. Thank you for all your information."

"... thank you so much for all the things you've done with this unknown person. We will make effective use of the information you have heard… then"

That's what I said and left the spot.

As a platoon leader, I didn't have anything slightly uncomfortable with the dialogue between the two.

You should have come to the city sooner, or you don't know the world.

It's as if I've never been to the city, and I didn't want to say that I don't know about those who are noble because I don't know what a brunette woman says, but I simply felt like I didn't know anything.

In fact, the blue-haired woman was not very calm in the stuffing room, and there was something about the various tools that were not unusual, such as how to use them, and so on.

It's not that I'm retarded, it's just that I was an interesting woman, rather, who was very familiar with history, etc., and the platoon captain talked in great detail about small incidents, etc., like he'd only heard from his grandmother's generation.

Maybe he's an aristocrat, rather than a scholar from some country, or someone who said so.

When you poke at one thing, you know very little else.

In fact, even as a platoon captain, he doesn't know anything about his young daughter's epidemic, because he's coming with a single soldier.

Then the platoon leaders and soldiers close the doors of the filling where they can no longer see the backs of the two women moving on to the city, returning again to their own work.

One thing changed today, so it was, but it's still a long night.

"... Now, get your mind together and work"

That's what I told the soldiers, platoon leader.

Even though the soldiers nodded at it, they understood that the dialogue was a bit of a joke and laughed at each other because they actually just did time crushing with paperwork and play.