A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

"Ha... ha...!

Out of breath, the girl Willa was running round and round.

I didn't even care if people on the road saw me with a strange gaze, and I was running according to my own thoughts.

It was to report to the Knights that a man who was about to be made to marry his father politically was involved in the ruin of the generation of the old kingdom.

(But what if the Knights and your father had a relationship...?

Well, Willa thought.

That is the adhesion of the Knights, who have moved into a new generation, and Idee, who is my father.

Few generations, called the new generation, have become new civilian or martial officers on behalf of their parents. It has also been chosen from among the people on half sides.

(... at least someone I know from the Knights...)

Willa interacted with each side as a daughter of nobility.

That is naturally with the Knights of my own country. And the Knights' regiments and captains that Willa thinks of haven't done anything to dye their hands of evil.

At least, there was no discomfort or disgust that I had felt for my predecessors.

(Fine. I just believe and move on......!

Willa also decides to be ready.

Are we already allies or enemies in our relations with other countries? Running away somewhere in such a state will not save this country.

Willa is not meant to survive. The goal is to wield evil from the country, such as my father and the merchants.

"I found it!

"-!"

But they'll find us.

It's already late at night, but many mercenaries are standing.

The speed with which it acted showed its high quality as a mercenary.

(We were almost there...!

Mercenaries blocking their eyes.

Only a few but tough men.

Some combat training has been provided as a daughter of nobility, but even if the mercenaries were alone, they would not have been able to pass through.

Willa finds herself teethless by her lack of strength.

"Huh..."

Fu, I heard an absenteeism that didn't suit the place like that.

Mercenaries who seem to be able to afford it but are more alert. A less adhesive and immobile masses of tension. And I remember the crisis, Willa.

None of that applies.

Plus next to it was a beautiful red-haired woman. The beautiful woman is speaking to the man.

"You're unusually tired today."

"I haven't been able to sleep because I kept asking for nominations."

"I've said it many times, but you can't just say no."

"I've said it many times, but it's hard to turn down a request."

"Even if you are declared such a dignified slave..."

A beautiful woman laughs bitterly as if she was frightened.

Willa thought when she heard such a conversation.

(These people... they're adventurers...! And if you have red hair, Mr. Queena!?

Willa looked more familiar to the beautiful woman.

That has been an A-ranked woman based in the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Cuzella for a long time.

Unfortunately, the man didn't come pinned, but I remember seeing his face on important news somewhere.

I don't remember exactly what the news is about.

But still, Willa opens her mouth with the thought of straw.

"Shh, excuse me! Please help.........!

"" Hmm?

Two voiced replies at the same time.

also, in an instant a beautiful woman pokes a man's chest smaller.

"... so don't breathe...!

"Don't be lame. I can't, but I use my nerves. I'm tired now. What's the matter with you?

The man has seen Willa more and asked.

Jesus Christ, Queena puts her hand on her forehead and tells the man.

"There, I don't get to talk about it cheaply. So, we're adventurers, so say 'I want to make a request', not 'help'."

Queena grabs her finger and tells the man and Willa.

Willa thinks. I knew it was adventurers.

"Yes, I want to make a request......!

Speak as Queena tells you.

"Then you can't go to the guild and make a formal request..."

Chirali and Quena look around.

Mercenaries standing in solitary spit at the presence of two people who have suddenly interfered. One is gone. I went to get some company.

"Do you have money in the first place? You."

"... ah"

Willa realizes when she is told.

That I don't have a single piece of copper coin.

All the houses let me out and I don't even have the change myself.

- I can't ask for it.

(No, but...)

There used to be ten copper coins falling in the mansion.

I still keep it in my room because I am amused that it is on some edge.

"Duh, only ten copper coins..."

"... then it's an F-rank, but obviously it's not an aptitude rank."

Willa also understood how few copper coins there were because of how many noblemen were born.

The strength of the mercenaries that surround them requires Queena to take it.

Still, we just have to get her to take it.

"What's the request?

But the guy next door asked.

Willa cruises and answers.

"It's an escort, sir. Till the Knights!

"Then you could have walked about five minutes."

"Hey. Obviously not worth ten copper coins..."

"Please."

"That's how we cheap again..."

"Dude, we've been splitting it up a lot lately, huh? This looks like it's gonna be over soon."

"It'll be over soon. Ah!? Oh, you're right! I'll finish you off in a minute!

One of the mercenaries who's been watching how you've come to the man's word is attacked.

Other mercenaries move along with it.

"Don't make a verbal promise."

"Ha. For once, I have the requisition. Here, write."

"Oh, Mr. Ki-yu."

A man signs the paper given to Queena. - At the same time, they rendered the looming mercenaries incapable of combat with a scratch.

Everyone gets stunned too fast.

The sight is enough to make you think the mercenaries have fallen on their own.

"Yes, then you're next. I'll submit the request to the Alliance, so write here the details of the request, your name, and your bounty as ten pieces of copper coin."

"Huh...? Oh, yes...!

I run the pen that I was given, checking the requisition as I was told by Queena, even though I was flabbergasted.

The last time I try to write my name, I see the name of the client underwriter. And stunned.

"Oh, you're..."

Willa remembers.

What news, and why is this man's face spreading?

This man...