Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

The maid who was inside came out of the car, and I simply greeted the lord and sat on the couch opposite him.

The tea was red tea.

I didn't really know the taste of tea, so I couldn't tell if it was good or bad. So I robbed Agari that it was pretty damn good, and then I came to the point.

"Thank you so much for sending Paladin here. So, this is how you came..."

"To consult with the lord about this."

"Consultation."

We need to discuss how we can do this.

"First things first, my lord. Is it true that you asked for help in exchange for church building and donations?"

"Exactly. You know very well."

The lord nodded, answering confidently.

"As I've already written in my letter, I can't move my troops right now. Even the mercenaries who used to blow their names around here have been smashed and other mercenaries are refusing the quest."

- Clumsy.

It was followed by his inexplicable absence of red tea, as if his neck were burning.

"... there are increasing incidents of missing persons or the discovery of wretched bodies on the side of my town. Adventurers have both hands and feet... You know, it's not that big a territory, so there's no knight. Even with my personal escort."

There are Royal Knights, but most nobles do not have a group to call the 'Knights'. First of all, it's expensive.

Queek is only hiring a few people personally.

Even Lord Isvant did not possess the Knights.

It seems that this lord does not have any personally hired knights. In fact, I wouldn't be able to use it right now.

"But it's not a good thing to use that personal escort."

"Absolutely."

Thinking about this, I decided that my troops and situation are not solvable, and I would rather SOS call on this occasion to connect with the Church.

"And... I've always been very interested in the doctrine of the Bronze Astronomical Society. If Lord Paladin is good at this, he will fulfill his terms."

"Yes, I understand."

I nod.

"The reason why the Saint sent me was to confirm the will of the Lord, accept the work, and resolve it if the will is still valid."

The lord assured me that he would fulfill the terms of what he did as long as I told him to. Well, then you can trust me. 'Cause being cruel to me means the same thing as being cruel to the Saint.

It doesn't make any sense.

A man who literally moves as promised.

In fact, in such a small territory, there is no such thing as grumbling against the Church.

"Since the Lord has said that he will use his power to advance the Church, I should like to help you as Paladin of the Saint."

"Huh... I'm getting a clover. Thank you so much."

As I said, the lord leaned on the couch as if the burden of his heart had been relieved.

"Hahaha, the Lord is very virtuous."

"Hahaha, I'm ashamed you floated so much."

While leaning back for a moment, he suddenly looked me in the eye and asked.

"But... is Paladin... from Mirkesha?"

"As you can see, yes. The Bronze Society is not a perception that has spread over time, but rather a perception of being an individual. Even though he was from a savage country, he was a barbarian."

It would be unusual.

They say there is still a territory frictioning with the nomadic tribes of Mirkesha. Where they come into contact with their territory, battles often take place.

"Do you have anything to care about?"

"No, it's not like that. It's because they're from Mirkesha. You look really strong."

"Like it?"

"Your father took part in the Mine Occupation in the land of the nomads and got sick. He wasn't a very good man, but because of his condition, he ended up suffering from acne. The poison used by the nomads made me weak."

No, it's not a fucking favor, it's a fucking favor.

Are you insane?

"No, but do you have a fondness?"

"Hahaha. Palladin doesn't know about my kindness. He was never a good man. That's why he said that the perception of nomads has improved since he was small."

I couldn't say anything about someone else's dad, so I just gave him the right answer.

I may have inherited the property, or I may have wished my father to die if he was ruined.

Anyway, turn the story around.

"Consultation on the building of the Church will take place after I finish my work and report to you. Would that be okay?"

"I see."

With this, the story of the building of the church is roughly over.

The lord gave me several confirmatory documents prepared in advance to prove it. It was all with the Lord's seal on it.

I checked the documents properly and put them in my arms.

"My lord. Do you have any information about that monster?"

"Ah. I've gathered as much as I can."

He also handed over the documents about it.

"At first, I received reports of unusually violent incidents in rural villages and realized this."

The lord's face was serious.

"Even if the village is a little remote and there are monsters in the surrounding mountains or forests, it is not normal to cause such great damage. There are no monsters left in this area to massacre farmers. The extent to which drifting monsters from the outside can't defeat hunger and raid the strangers."

Although there is not usually any damage caused by monsters, there have been unusually strong incidents recently.

"At first, of course, the Adventurer Guild conducted the investigation. But there were a lot of casualties here."

The area and Istanbul seemed to have a slightly different adventurer system. There's a lot of work, a lot of dicks, and there's a very high concentration of psychopaths in the adventurer's profession, but not here.

"It can't be solved, and there are still strong incidents, but the soldiers can't move quickly... I put in a request to a Berkeley mercenary who's blowing his name around. But he said he had a breakdown."

A mercenary is called, but it's quite small.

But I have my own reputation, and I've been crushed.

"There was one survivor of that mercenary, and according to his testimony, a monster with silver hair killed all the mercenaries. You said you've never seen a monster like that before. I was so shocked that I couldn't even remember."

Silver fur?

Was there a monster with silver hair?

Is it just white and illusory? Is that Sasquatch? I recall Sasquatch from last winter. A monster with about three more heads than a man, despite his back being bent. Normal residents may commit genocide on their own, but mercenaries don't know.

Above all, it makes no sense, regionally or climatically. There's a chance it's Sasquatch, but I think it's a different monster.

"Hmmm... A mercenary would have gone through the prenatal period, but that's how it was crushed."

"Yes. One of the reasons why we can't withdraw our troops."

"Even if you catch him, it won't be easy for the soldiers to die."

"That's it."

The lord, who nodded, took out a map and gave it to me.

"Here's a map that records the damage. It will help us track it down. That's where the mercenaries were annihilated."

"Thank you. It would be a great help."

I did all the basic work as a lord.

If only the army could move, we would have solved it all. No matter how strong the mercenaries were, there were not many. I said small mercenaries.

It is clear that the lord would have solved the problem if he had gone all out. Of course, there will be a lot of damage.

"I'll see you after I get the job done. Whatever it is, I will take the head of the monster with the silver hairs."

All you have to do is catch that bastard and kill him.

"Oh, that's so trusting!"

The lord opened his knee and expressed his joy.

"But when I heard it, I was curious about Paladin's exact skills... Ah. It doesn't mean anything weird. I just wondered how powerful Paladin was."

Do you wonder how strong I am?

"If you don't mind, can you show me your skills?"

It is not difficult.

"My lord, do you have anything like a fly?"

"I have a letter knife now... no way?"

I took the letter knife and took it seriously. What should we do after we get in position? by ejecting the Mana from the body externally.

- Tspot!

Creates a sword.

"Cow, Sword!!!"

A little blue sword was wrapped around the letter knife. The lord who saw it opened his eyes and shouted in astonishment. Blacksmith users are not common. Even a nobleman would be surprised.

"You were a great man...! It will be resolved soon!"

"Uh-huh, no wonder."

- Ts.

I immediately turned off the sword and returned the letter knife.

"Then, my lord. I'll see you soon."

"I see!"

After hearing a few more words from the party, he went on to become a permanent member. I was about to leave, so the servant approached and brought me the Vulgar that I had submitted before entering the castle.

I wore it directly to the waist and headed to the inn.

I'm just gonna go get my stuff and get out of here.

It's still morning anyway. The fact that the incident is continuing means that at least the monster has not escaped this squad.

You left a fugitive because you couldn't exterminate a small mercenary?

I wouldn't do that if it were me.

There's no way monsters didn't do it on purpose, maybe they made mistakes or got caught up. I can eat enough if you're that young.

Anyway, even if you search today, if you just find him, you're ready to amputate him.

That's how I got to the inn. You don't have to carry all your luggage. I only packed groceries, filled all the water in the barrel, and extended my stay.

The destination was the forest where the mercenaries were exterminated.

*

The name of the forest is simply called `Dark Forest`.

It's a deep, big forest.It's so gloomy and dark. If you choose one feature, there is a way through the forest, and it is said that merchants and foreigners make a group and cross.

- I...

Of course, there's not a single one in the forest right now.

Of course, the mercenaries have been exterminated, and there is no one who can use this path. I'm sure they've already searched.

Anyway, there are villages all around this large forest, and their damage is considerable. Maybe the monster hiding in this forest is carrying a murder while cooking.

"You look like a fucking dog."

Once I saw the map, I tried to find it near where the mercenaries had been exterminated. I marked the map, but it's not accurate.

It was annotated based on the survivor's testimony.

- Bugs and bumps.

The forest was strangely quiet.

The air is cold and humid.

It rained yesterday.

I don't feel much fear or fear, even though I'm walking along the path of a forest that looks like this turbulent and ominous.

"Uh-huh."

What is in my hand now is not anyone else, but my true friend and holy sword, the Archer Sword. Because he was a Vulgar. A trusted comrade. And there's nothing to be afraid of when your best friend is with you.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!!!"

Rather, I feel captivated by the destructive desires...! The insects that are hurting the villagers are not forgiven by Paladin!!!!!!!

- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I've already begun to run. Every step of an unknown pitch and fury comes up on the soles of his feet.

- Lehu...!

The breath is hot. It feels like a flame is emanating from the carriage.

The mind is awake, and the senses expand.

A fluctuating manna makes my flesh strong...!

"Déjàaaaah...!"

Is this because you haven't had anything to do with your knife lately? Certainly, I haven't fought to blow everything up since I slaughtered the Lizardmen the last time. The attainment of the oppressed desires is coming to an eye! I realized that the inhuman desire to kill something was filling my heart...!

I keep an eye on all sides of the forest, so something caught my eye.

Is that it?

As I approached it, a pile of cigarettes was beautiful. These bastards were exterminated by mercenaries.

"Oh, shit."

The bodies were almost all white bones already. It is natural that time has passed without being left in the deep forest.

But there was no sign of anyone taking the equipment.

Is no one here because of the rumors about the monster?

I think it was a neighborhood where people were smarter than I thought. If it were near Isvant or Krashheim, there would be a truck of monsters, snakes and firearms that would throw their lives away and run to get their share of the equipment.

You know, people are different from displacement.

"Hmm."

By the way... the equipment is all in a strange state.

"... what kind of bastard did this to you?"

The mercenaries' armor, the iron-plated breastplate, was torn into three pieces. It's like a cub with a giant fingernail torn to shreds.

The condition of the skeletons was not there either.

It's all smashed or broken and torn.

Monster with Strength, Sharp Nails?

And the silver hairs?

What was there?