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

Stilbeats Kingdom.

The economy and the military are stable and resourceful in small countries, yet a place of great academic prosperity.

There are many royalties who are good at unifying this country.

He has produced many talents, including a princess who took a second seat in the Elf Izta school building, the academic capital, and a prince who reached one of the few A-ranks in the Adventurer's Guild at a young age.

It may have been inevitable for such a country to be targeted by the neighboring Wayla Empire.

The declaration of war is a small affair at the border.

But it is the usual means of the Wayla Empire. From there, there is a predetermined route from a large to an absorption-type merger to the seizure of the right of initiative.

Naturally, to escape this crisis, the Kingdom of Stilbeats emptied its national treasury and weighed on the defensive side.

He asked for reinforcements from countries hostile to each alliance, as well as the Wayla Empire, plus lots of money for Adventurer Alliances and Mercenary Corps.

Queena and Sheila had come to the Kingdom of Stilbeats at their request.

Money is the purpose, not to mention.

"Whoa, you have a good sister! I knew you were a hooker before the war!

"Ha! The Stilbeats kingdom is generous! I can't believe I'm calling this the finest farewell ever! It's only noon, but let's have some fun soon!

A voice that calls Queena and Sheila in a sublime voice.

That was a rough mercenary regiment.

A group accustomed to more than ten wars surrounds the two. But the two of them were not afraid, but rather seemed to care.

It looks like Queena and Sheila don't even have a weapon in their eyes.

One more step. If the mercenaries had gotten closer, their necks would have been jumped.

"Oh, isn't that Brother Jeed's girlfriend! You came!

That's what I hear.

A familiar face was there for Queena. Orthodox good-looking guy with blonde blue eyes.

The first prince of the kingdom of Stilbeats, Weeg Stilbeats.

But Sheila was the one who reacted first.

"Uh! Hey, Queena. What shall we do! Even Jeed's girlfriend found out in one shot!

"Huh? No, I told Sister Queena..."

Even as Weeg corrected, Sheila already said, 'I guess it's rumored!' 'They said it suited you or something!' and into his own world.

The mercenaries are trembling when they see such a sight.

"Dj, Jeed is from that s-rank...?

"Shit! So I told you not to make a fucking proper voice call every time!

"Look closely! Isn't that the A-rank Queena you see every once in a while......! I don't know!

Until just now, the prestige disappears and walks away with one person and another.

At the end of the day, no one remained.

"Oh, that's it. I knew Brother Zide wouldn't come."

Weigh looks at Sheila and the mercenaries and says, 'What's the situation...?' I say, thinking.

Besides, Queena returned it with a sigh.

"It's obvious. Assuming it's an S-rank, it's not easy to get a request. Besides, it's the same party as Yui.... and because it's not her"

"Huh! That's a lie -! It's a mess of rumors. Brother Jeed, he said he was keeping all kinds of women in the service. Phil and Yui were pushing him to the inn, and Soria's making a mess of recommendations and telling people about Jeed, so there's a rumor going on."

Queena and Sheila introduce others, needless to say.

Sheila reacted slightly.

"'... my real wife is'"

"Huh?"

Weigh pulls his cheeks into the cold magic that freezes his sudden spine.

Sheila, who was entering her world until just now, was darkening her face.

"'My real wife is me!

"Hih! Ha ha!

The A-ranked Weigh battles over the unspeakable power of Sheila.

That difference in character appeared as it were.

"Hey, keep it down. Don't let it go here for nothing."

"It is!

"Ha. Brother Jeed is popular, too. I've missed you for a long time, too, but I'm sorry."

It would be spiritually and militarily helpful if you fought with me.

Queena, who guessed it, said it again.

"If you want to call that one, ask for a nomination. And removing all sorts of marks."

"Well, right..."

Naturally, it will be superfluous because the Alliance side will also deduct the amount of money to get along with the Wayla Empire.

Weeg knew that too and only sighed.

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Meanwhile, around that time.

King's capital of the Kingdom of Cuzella.

"You were really S-ranked! I rarely watch the news, but I've seen it in articles a lot lately!

Often the man Zyde buys skewers says with a laugh.

Jeed was in charge of a sack of meat by his side.

"On the contrary, you never believed me before."

"It's obvious, right? You're gonna take a request like this for chores! Even in the F-rank, the adventurers are dominated by demonic crusades!

Hurrah! and a man slaps Jeed on the back.

It would be biased this man's guts to be able to get a fat attitude even if he found out it was S-rank.

"They're not gonna give you a request acceptance or anything, are they? It would have the name and rank of the guy who accepted the request."

"Mm-hmm. Look at that! Is that it? Is that the type to look at medication instructions or something? You!"

"I never took a pill in the first place."

"Ha! That's S-rank! If you ever get a chance to drink, read it to the boulder!

"You said it like you didn't read the instructions..."

Jeed puts the hemp bag near the dewstore.

This request is a simple one called the carriage of meat, and the rank is lowest as F.

"... hey, fold in and do me a favor"

Two, a man puts his cheeks back to midday for a serious look.

Jeed only tightened his mind a little to the gap earlier.

"What the fuck?

"Does Jeed have time?

"You mean you're free? Well, enough to handle an extra low-ranking request. I haven't had a recent nomination request or an urgent request. I'm not even thinking about going on an expedition."

"Then would you do me a personal favor?

"Personal?

Even though he was uncomfortable with the strange way he put it, Jeed encouraged him to continue.

The man smiles boastfully somewhere as he opens a hemp bag stained with extracts of the raw meat that Jeed has brought.

"I'm the only man who can buy ingredients like this and cook meat."

"That's not true. Ugh, meat."

"Ha, thank you. But my son is even more awesome."

"You had a son."

"I'm here. I have a wife. It's the florist across the street."

Jeed looked back in agitation.

I'm closing the store now, but the florist across the street has a beautiful woman who takes care of the flowerbed with a good smile every day. That's the butcher's wife.

"That beautiful sister?... You're crazy, aren't you, the magic of the curse?

"You idiot, you're being sane! Listen to me!

"Ok, ok. So, what's going on?

"My son, while young, is called out of the country to do research. Scholars."

"Ho. Florist's sister's blood, I guess."

"I'm gonna kick your ass, right? S-rank, but I'm gonna kick your ass for life!

"I'm sorry. What?"

Jeed asks, not looking particularly offensive.

The man continues in a strange atmosphere.

"My son is still being called out of the country. That country is... the Kingdom of Stilbeats"

"Just in the middle of a war."

That's all I ask. Jeed finds out.

So much so that I can clearly foresee what the man is about to say next.

"My son is a sucker. I might be studying it without getting out of the room even if I get an evacuation recommendation in the war. I can't reach him."

"Did you inherit your blood here too..."

"Don't be thoroughly stupid! 'Cause I don't respect S-rank. ⁉"

"The reverse, the reverse. I feel like I'm your best friend."

'Yeah, yeah,' says Jeed, nodding.

The more double the difference in actual age, the more like a father and son.

Still, there are limits to who Jeed is close to. You don't even have to count it with your fingers if it's same-sex stuff, too.

Somewhere happy, the butcher man returns to the story, wondering 'Is it true...' while making it seem complicated somewhere.

"If only you could go to the Stilbeats kingdom and bring me back if that idiot hadn't escaped? I will manage to work on the gold. You can spend the rest of your life! So......!

"Hmm. That could be tough. At the convenience of the Alliance, I'd be in trouble if I could rub it with the Wayla Empire."

"Become... So what am I supposed to do? Can't you guess what else? My daughter-in-law got stuck in this case..."

"Is that why you're closing the store?"

Though I felt convinced, I didn't feel good about Jeed.

I take care of a man's skewers. A little bit of cooperation was sprouting inside Zide.

"... ah"

Jeed, I think.

"Hey, what? Any ideas?!?"

"Oh. You just have to make sure 'I' hasn't gone"

…… I'm not sure, but can you ask for it? "

"Leave it to me. Put together a photo of that son's face and a summary of where he lives in the Stilbeats kingdom. I'm going back to the inn."

Thoughtful, I couldn't abandon the man even as a jeed.

It was just one idea, but the words also made the man in the outdoor desirable.

"Oh, and you're gonna have to ask me to do it. Um, I'm gonna scold you, so you're gonna have to make a request to the guild. The bounty is free of ten skewers every day!

"Oh, is that okay ⁉⁉R"