I'm Not Serious Yet

One day in the late afternoon.

As usual, just after Midea left Hermes' mansion alone, a pitter-patter stopped moving.

Midea Mucenai, granddaughter of Swordsman Perseus.

At the age of 15, she herself has already grown into one of the continent's leading swordsmen, thanks to her bloodline and two (,) outstanding leaders.

''........''

Hence, there is no such thing as detecting a sign.

As soon as she stepped out of the grounds of the mansion, she noticed a line of sight, a presence.

'I know you're there, why don't you come out and stop hiding?'

He turns to the direction where there is no one and says with a straight face.

At the same time, he also releases a fighting spirit to probe.

It's like a bat's ultrasound.

The ability to emit sound waves that are inaudible to human ears and perceive the surrounding terrain by the degree of bouncing back.

An expert like Midea is able to use his or her fighting spirit to find out the intentions of the opponent (...) to some extent.

As a result, it was found that the opponent had no malicious intentions, but Midea still did not let up.

That was the proof of her first-rate skills and the final deciding factor that moved her opponent.

''Oh no, as expected of my brother.''

A man came out of the shadows.

Cyrus Mafros.

He was the deputy leader of the righteous bandit group, the Dreamscape Group, and to the extent that he could understand more than he could talk about in an exchange of fighting spirit and attitude alone, he was also a strong man.

''What's your brother?''

It's the lord here, my lord.

'You mean Master?'

''We call him big brother, and that's where a lot of circumstances and, well, the biggest one is his strong will. Isn't your 'master' the same thing?

Midea huffed for a moment, then nodded.

'Yeah, there was a lot going on. Some of it was selfishness on my part, Master.

Haha, I can kind of understand that 'selfishness'. You are the master. Can't you see that we're not enemies?

Yeah.

Midea was hostile.

Ten percent of what made her do so was that she read the other person's lack of harm by reading his or her chi as an expert.

Ninety percent of this is based on trust in the man named Hermes.

"Can't we talk somewhere else?

Okay.

Cyrus and Midea started walking shoulder to shoulder.

They came to the downtown area of the town of Pindos, a short distance from the mansion, and entered a tavern that was open even in the daytime.

'Welcome--Geez, Oni Midea and the Dreamers.

The owner of the tavern that greeted him, the combination of the two of them was quite destructive to anyone who knew him, enough to blow away his long-trained business smile.

'Dad, take the best seat in the house.'

Cyrus tossed a small bag of silver coins to the shopkeeper, a smile of non-hostility on offer.

The proprietor took it and led them, with a slight limp, to a private room on the third floor of the restaurant, overlooking the city.

It's a very good idea to be able to have a good drink.

''A good drink.''

Thanks. So, can you tell me a story?

Sure. I'm just trying to make a point.

Cyrus told Midea.

That he met Hermes shortly after the original leader of the group lost his life in an accidental attack by an ogre, and that Hermes had retrieved something important from the ogre.

He gave Hermes a heartfelt thanks for that, and asked him to worship him and become his brother.

He spoke without wrapping it up, but objectively speaking, there are some discrepancies.

Cyrus said that he "worshipped him down", but objectively it is more correct to say that he was like a barging wench.

However, it aroused Midea's sympathy.

'I also asked my master very much to make me an apprentice.

Now it was Midea's turn to tell the story of her life so far.

This is another subjective difference in perception, and Midea says that she asked for and was made an apprentice, but it's a form of intrusive wife-wife, just like the Dreamers.

The same form, and the same difference in perception.

In an instant, the two of them hit it off even better.

''I see. But I guess my brother is strong after all.''

Of course. It's enough to drive my grandfather into hiding.

Perseus. I've heard so much about his strength that I've heard stories of his bravery all over the place, but even more so than that. That's my brother!

But I do have one complaint.

Dissatisfied?

'What my master says not to mention my name. So now I'm supposed to be someone's disciple, Nanas.

'Yeah, us too. For some reason, my brother tries to hide who he is and what he's capable of. It's curious.

It's weird.

The two men are drinking and getting along better and better with each other.

Speaking of which, what kind of thing is Nanas?　Are there real people like that?

No, he's not there. Completely made up. He said I'm a dojo-breaker or something, and that I'm going to make a name for myself as a swordsman, but I'm supposed to be Nanas's disciple, not Hermes's disciple. That's all there is to it.

I see.

Cyrus picked at his chin and thought about it.

After a moment, a smirk twitched at the corners of his mouth.

'I have an idea.'

What are you talking about?

'You haven't been told that you can't make a name for Nanas, have you?

Yes.

Then we should join forces. We'll do a big job and the new leader will be a nanas. It's only a matter of time before my brother says, 'Don't tell anyone that the leader is Hermes.'

Ha-ha-ha. I'll say it. I promise.

I'd have to make up a fictional character at the time, but maybe there's a coincidence that the name is Nanas.

...Yes.

With a grin, the corners of Midea's mouth twitched, too.

Because she understood Cyrus' proposal.

''If that's the case, then I'll attack an unquestionably bad guy and give alms to an unquestionably cold village. Master is a good person for some reason, so if we get these two things right, we'll be able to go 'gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo' even if we want to complain.

We've been together for a long time, as expected. I'm in.

Let me help you.

Yes, please.

They laughed at each other and toasted each other again.

A few days later, Midea and the Dreamscape Group formed a joint front and carried out the concept they had initially decided on, which was not unlike the concept they had decided on: robbing the uncontested bad guys and giving them to the uncontested cold villages.

The one who carried it out was the Dreamers, and their leader was a man called Nanas.

That Nanas was Midea in disguise, and she wielded the "Nanas style" that she has shown here and there of late, which supports the credibility of the leader = Nanas.

Midea and the Dreamers, by the overwhelming righteous actions of both.

Nanas-Hermes' fame was rising without his involvement at all.