Hazure Skill “Kage ga Usui” o Motsu Guild Shokuin ga, Jitsuha Densetsu no Ansatsusha

Examiner Workshop 4

"Ugh... it hurts... my head... it hurts..."

Lyla was groaning in the bed.

Probably because I swallowed too much yesterday because of my sense of liberation on the trip.

"Your Highness... the concubine may no longer..."

Uluru, he clings to me in tears.

He's pretty vulnerable to the demon king.

No, you're weak because you don't have any experience of being hit?

"In my dreams... I was chased around by something like a pinkie finger... it must be a vicious sign..."

It's a bee that made a fool of itself.

"I guess not today anymore"

Pull off the lila that sticks.

I got a pot of water from my innkeeper and left it in my room with a glass.

"I have a workshop. I'm trying to keep you company."

That's what I'm saying. I'm going to the conference room where the Alliance headquarters workshop takes place.

I sat in the same seat as yesterday and greeted the staff of another branch who came.

"Loran Argan! Do you have any Loran Argan employees from the Lahati branch!

When the headquarters staff came in, they called me.

"Yes, it's me."

"Count Gigims Constatin is here for you. I want you to follow me right away."

Who, that.

I took a seat and followed the staff I had come to call.

"If you're calling me...?

"Count Gigims, don't you know? There are several nobles who founded the Adventurer's Guild, and Count Gigims, one of them, is the current head of the Constantine family."

"Was it"

"Yesterday, maybe it's about that..."

Possible.

If you look closely, this official, the one who was with Lecturer Samuel yesterday at the tavern.

They say that the Earl of Gigims and their rooms are at Alliance headquarters, and they're there now.

"Not really, don't piss me off. Lady Gigims is not a distracted man. It's called" Lord Neck Hunter, "because we're talking about losing the neck of those who don't like it."

"That's scary"

Dropping your neck, if not your battlefield, is also a kind of self-expression.

Because of the advantages of definitely letting them die, a man standing on his arm will go for it.

As is often the case.

But if you're going to drop it purposefully for a difficult neck in a normal time, it's the same thing you're boasting of your power.

Well, he seems to be a nobleman who remembers his arms.

He was guided to the front of the room, and the official said "Bye" and left.

I have to take a workshop too...

Let's get this over with.

When I knocked, I heard a voice from inside.

"Come in."

"Excuse me."

It's like an office, very similar to the branch manager's office.

Some guy over thirty in the back looks like that Count Gigims.

"I'm Loran Argan. I'm from the Lahati branch. I've been taking courses here since yesterday."

"Yesterday... I heard Samuel, who gave the lecture, took care of you a lot"

"No, I just pointed out that there's a better way."

"I'm in trouble."

Says Count Gigims, touching his neat jawbeard.

"Samuel, in recognition of my power, is making me teach magic to the Knights and small, full-time adventurers."

Nobility has many unique rules and customs.

From a shader like me, the least I can understand is acting for honor and ments.

"My knights and adventurers may think they are studying and using inefficient magic because of what you have said extra"

I think you're right.

"My demands are one. Apologize to Samuel yesterday. He said he was wrong. That's all."

"... but in fact, my methods are very efficient -"

"I'm not talking about that."

Count Giggims, as frustrated as he was, blocked my words.

"Good and evil, good and evil, I don't care about such things. … this is a matter of honor for Samuel and hence the Constantine family that employs him"

If you tell that story around after the Alliance staff returns, the Constantines will indeed crumble.

Thinking about what was going on, Count Gigims stood up and pulled the long sword that was standing out of his sheath.

"I know... I know... the smell of my own kind. You killed him, too, didn't you? How many? Five? Ten?

"... no..."

That's abrupt.

Staring at the blade, the accidental Count Gigims says.

"I am, sixteen! I remember everything..."

He's got a trance look, and he's got some kind of recollection.

I have not killed anyone with pleasure.

He glanced at his cheek with a cut.

"At what stage, you are"

"Yes?"

"I do, I hear the dead. - I need your help. Please don't. Why are you doing this? And."

"Ha."

... how many pleasure killers, to that extent?

"The liquor that swallows it is delicious..."

That's just...

"Want to be the seventeenth?

Does the demand settle there?

Pressure and direct threats?

It's dangerous, so I'll grab a cut.

"-! What...! Doesn't work......!?

"... for Count Gigims of your adorable 'Beginner Murderer', let me explain. You said you could hear the dead. It comes from your conscience, it's just an illusion."

"Conscience, so...? I threw those things away!

"If you don't pretend to be a pleasure killer, you can't keep yourself, you can"

At that level, it would still be a prelude.

"Say what! I am! Slash those who don't like it, hunt their necks."

"The deceased does not speak. The colorful and creeping dialogue behind your brain is just repeating itself now. Swallow that for a dish? You say funny things. You're just swallowing alcohol to escape that hallucination, right?

To the extent that I killed him a little, I can hear the phantom. Run for booze.

This is why Beginner.

I know it's different to do it on my own volition and assignment, but I had a similar experience over a decade ago.

"I was cut to death. I repeated that vice and couldn't stand the blame of my conscience. That's all."

I no longer have the power to communicate from the cutting edge.

Releasing his hand, Count Gigims dropped his sword.

"Don't forget. the face and life of the one who killed him. Whether you live or not, they will rob you forever, resent and hate you. Please don't run away from that emotion."

That I won't forget what I killed.

That I didn't run away from them.

That's my way of doing things.

"You took too many lives easily, without any readiness, for just that reason of 'vice'"

Stepping on a bump, Count Gigims took a distance from me.

"How many people did you kill, you..."

"Count, do you remember how many times you've breathed?

"Breathe...? No... I don't remember..."

Right, and I'll give it back.

The Earl who guessed was losing his voice.

…………

Look at me. My eyes have clearly changed.