Legend

Time returns, that night when Ray and Seto came to the city of Gilm.

The heart of the city of Gilm. There was a building there that was too big to call mansion...... but too small to call castle.

I guess it's built with the cage castle in mind when there's only a city on the edge that looks better than good, it was a building that gives a boneless impression somewhere.

Master of this building. It is the Larks Borderline uncle who is ruling this city of Gilm.

It is not precisely the city of this guild that is ruled by the Larks Borderline Uncle, but the city only existed in the city of this guild, no matter how wide the land was ruled.

Naturally, generations of Larks Borders who have ruled the city of Gilm have also taken action to make their territory flourish, but the border… i.e., they had to give up building new villages and cities due to the presence of monsters.

At night, outside the city, monsters usually jump on the streets. I don't have a carpenter to take on where I told you to build a house in that. Some took the means to build houses only during the day and spend time in the city of Gilm at night, but the next morning they could not do anything because the houses they were supposed to have built had been destroyed.

Some first tried to build an exterior wall to prevent it, but this one didn't mean they could build all the exterior walls overnight. The next morning it was common for all the exterior walls under construction to be destroyed.

Originally, the city of Gilm was created as a stronghold for the Kingdom of Mireana on the border. How did you create this city by dealing with the monsters that show up every night, purely in the power of defeating all the monsters that come out? In order to do that, you can see how large nearly half of the army of the kingdom of Mireana, known as the Great Power, was assembled in the land until the city of Gilm was completed.

Either way, the lord of the city of Gilm, made in such a way, accidentally looked up to heaven when he saw the report submitted in the office.

And take a sip or two of the wine I was going to drink when I finished my next job and take a deep breath.

Then look in the mirror decorated in the room and check your face.

It was a middle-aged man in his 40s who was in the mirror, giving the impression that one way or another he was strong. Also, the mustache growing on the mouth would reinforce that impression.

Then, after taking a deep breath, he returns to the executive desk and glances at the documents he had been looking at until earlier.

What was written there was that one human entered the city of Gilm. This city of Gilm is the only city on the Larks Frontier Berg Territory, that's why it's so big and so populous. Normally, no information would come up to Larks Border Uncle, the lord, where one stranger came into such a city. Well, unless the person is a vicious criminal, or a heir to the great nobility of the King's capital.

However, what is written in the report now before the Larks Border Uncle was a comparable event.

"... a man who could follow Griffon, a rank A monster, you say?

Read it over and over again, even after reading it once. But it doesn't change how many times I read what's written there.

"It's not a dream or an illusion, is it? Should this please or grieve?"

Man who could follow rank a monster. That has also become an adventurous aspiration as far as the report is concerned. If that's what the truth really is, then this city will have gained a powerful power over this.

Even though I can only see something unnatural in the movements of the monsters these days, if I think of it purely as a force of war, I can say it's exactly Tenwoo.

"But the timing is too good"

View paperwork...... No, Larks Borderline Uncle groaning with a glance.

Deeply sighed, Larks Border Uncle rings the bell that was nearby. Then the sound of knocking on the door immediately echoes into the room.

"Get in."

"Excuse me. Uncle Borderline, may I call you?"

It was a man in his 20s who came into the room saying that. He is a man who plays a secretarial role in the subordinates of Larks Borderline Uncle.

"Oh. Did you say Langa, the captain of the guard? Call him. I want to talk to you about the report you submitted."

"Okay. Right away."

Listen to your orders, quickly salute and look back at the report as you drop off the back of your men leaving the room.

"Abnormal behavior of monsters. At a time when a few rare species have also been identified,? Be the seed of turmoil or the Lord of salvation… I wish it were the latter."

When Larks Borderline Uncle shrugged like that, I could hear him knocking on the door again.

"Get in."

"Ha, it's Langa, the captain of the guard. I heard you called yourself."

When you observe Chirali and Langa, an intimidating mustache on the face of a strong face. He opens his mouth with a grin unexpectedly at that appearance somewhere similar to himself.

"Mm-hmm. I called you about the report that was filed."

"Yes."

"There's a man in this report who has a griffon of Rank A monsters in the city."

"Definitely"

"... what was the person like? Just tell me your impression."

Langa floats behind her brain the figure of Ray, who was in the daytime, in the words of Larks Borderline Uncle. Because the appearance was strongly impressive, I could remember it without so much difficulty.

"First of all, in terms of appearance, I was only about the height of my own chest."

"That's... that's a lot of smallness"

Who wants an adventurer with a griffon, he snorts that he's the Larks Borderline Uncle who imagined a giant man perfectly, but not quite what he expected.

"As far as appearance is concerned, I think I can say that I have a neat face if I say one with blue eyes on my red hair. And he was wrapping himself in a robe that seemed to be some kind of magic item, and as a weapon he had a large sickle that was longer than his height. You've also confirmed that you have a magic item like the item box."

"... is that true?

While I think I have a suspicious gaze, I confirm.

Ranga takes that gaze head-on and nods.

"Yes, definitely"

"What's that standout outfit?"

Small physique. A robe that seems to be a magic item. Sickle over height. A rare item box-based magic item in the world. And Griffon. Associating those and other images in your head only leaves a noticeable impression no matter where you look from. He was also thinking about the possibility of spies and operatives from other countries, but there is no way that such a presence could stand out so far.

"What did you do after entering that person's city?

"According to the report, go straight to the Adventurer Guild. After registering for the Alliance, he started a fight with the D-rank Adventurers."

With the adventurers. Hearing that, Larks border uncle's cheeks move pickly.

"I mean, does the boy's purpose lie in crushing the adventurers in this city of Gilm?

"No, according to the information that came through here, the adventurers involved the subject."

Hear the words, exhale unexpectedly relieved. The adventurers' presence is as life-line for this city of Guild. As a force of war, as an economy. If any means were used to sweep the adventurers out of the city of Gilm, perhaps this city of Gilm would not be far from doomed. Langa's words were enough to exhale relief for Larks Borderline uncle, who is so judging.

"From what I hear about the boy, it doesn't seem like he's going to act discreet."

"Yes, I agree with that"

"So there's no such possibility as a spy or agent from another country?

"Right. Perhaps, but I think that's quite unlikely."

"On what grounds?

"The boy was also seen with great neglect of common sense, and he didn't know that he needed a tax to get into the city. And most importantly, we didn't have any money, either, like silver or copper."

Unexpectedly frowning at that explanation, Larks Borderline Uncle. However, that was not due to a sense of crisis until earlier.

"You don't know common sense, and you don't have the kind of money?... where have you lived so far?

Money is widespread enough in this central continent, if not less. And yet it's weird to think that you don't even have one piece of copper coin to come to the city.

"According to him, he lived in the back of the mountain with his magic master for a long time..."

"but?"

"Well, I used the word magic, not magic."

"... what?

Magic and magic. That's a word that both show up the same thing, but the word magic has been obsolete for a long time. The majority of people in the first place would not know the word magic nowadays.

"How much back of the mountain is that?"

Whimpering, at this point Uncle Larks Borderline had largely ruled out the possibility that Ray was a spy or operative from another country.

"That, he didn't know where he was either. It's just that my magic training is almost over, so I became an adventurer, and then I was trained, and I was thrown out into the Devil's Forest using metamagic."

"The Devil's Forest."

Low groaning Larks border uncle. It is a forest about 10 days on foot from this city, and in terms of low ranked monsters, there are wild beasts that slime, or not even monsters, in the first place. Exactly the Forest of Warcraft, where dragon species even live if you look above the ranks. The Devil's Forest.

"Yes, they tailored the waterbears and jarms there, and they sold that fur for taxes"

"Defeat Rank C Waterbears, or? Well, I'm following Griffon, so that's not a funny story."

Waterbear is Rank C and Jarm is a Rank F demon. However, the rank of the jalm is only that of one and if it is herded, the rank jumps to D.

"In the meantime, as far as you're concerned, it seems unlikely that you're from another country."

"Yes, I think so myself. Sure, there's quite a bit of it as a force of war, but you won't have to make it that noticeable when it comes to letting it infiltrate. If there is, it would be a line called"... "

Put it in your mouth that far and shake your head like you noticed something.

"There's no point in letting someone who is nostalgic for monsters like Griffon in the first place. There are likely to be many other uses."

Larks peripheral uncle also nods at Langa's words.

"Oh. I think so, too. But it is also true that we cannot say enough in case there is no possibility. Did you say something about that boy, Ray? Mind his own business."

"Is that an order to keep an eye on him?

"No, it doesn't mean watch if it's not an order. It means just keep him purely concerned. From what I've heard about you, Regardless of your combat skills, you don't seem to like the way you treat people because you lived with your master and me. He said he was an adventurer enough to get a griffon in the corner, but he didn't want to lose such valuable talent because of his rubbing. Be careful, especially with the noblemen. If they seem to be in contact, call them and we'll take care of it."

Copy that, sir.

aristocracy. That is to say, a faction gathered around a great nobility. In the present-day kingdom of Mireana, three groups of kings, nobles and neutrals are engaged in a power struggle. Well, in percentage terms, the neutrality to which Larks Borderline Uncle belongs is an overwhelming minority at about 6: 3: 1.

However, it is also true that the aristocracy, which is a huge faction due to its small size, has given it a little bit from time to time. Suppose those guys have hung a little on a boy named Ray who is able to follow a rank A monster named Griffon...... he was a Larks border uncle with a look that chewed up bitters in anticipation of what happened afterwards.

The day after Ray entered the city of Gilm, one party was battling monsters a few hours away from the city.

"Damn it!

A big man waves down the huge axe he had as he cursed.

"Gigi!"

He was an ant about 1 m long who had his head amputated with a shaken axe, but he kept moving as he raised the voice of the amputee.

"Vargas! Don't be alarmed!

A man with a long sword and a shield speaks so loudly to their leader, shielding the ants who stuck them in Vargas with their necks lost. At the same time, the battle is finally over after a man who approached quickly slashed off the foot of an ant who had lost his head.

"Whoa, Vargas! I told you I couldn't do what I always do!

Zorito yells so loudly at Vargas, a man with a long sword and a shield.

"I know! But why do we have to deal with these mutts?

Swing the axe down to the ground that you had to frustrate. A shaken axe chooses the ground, scattering dirt and sand and stones all around.

"Relax. Don't forget we're in debt. If you do an imitation of stomping down, there's no doubt in your mind."

tongue-in-cheek irritably at the voice of a man with a dagger.

Debt. Yes, the eagle claws, a group of Rank D adventurers, are currently in debt.

All the beginnings took place during the launch, which attacked where the trap about the magic of the labyrinth that I was aiming for was being set up.

Vargas, who originally had a crude and crude personality, tangled with someone who came to register with the Adventurer Guild, but that tangled with someone bad. He fought a duel in front of his guild, betting on buying words and all that selling words, and he lost brilliantly. And the weapons and gold they had were taken by roots, and all that remained were bodies with fractures and other injuries.

Especially up to Vargas, he was in a state of stomping and kicking to be deprived of Battleax, a magic item he had just gotten in the labyrinth.

And I had to ask a wizard who was injured and could use healing magic to recover, but the face of the eagle's claws had been taken by Ray for all the money, and instead of the cost of treatment, I didn't even have the money left for the meal of the day.

But the eagle claw is a Rank D adventurer party. I mean, there's trust and track record there. Thanks to its trust and track record, it was possible to borrow treatment and some living expenses from the Alliance. And the borrowed money must naturally be returned, and that's why I'm taking on Soldier Ant's crusade.

Note that as far as weapons are concerned, they were kept as a reserve for what was used before the weapons taken from Ray, so as far as debt is concerned, it is purely medical and subsistence expenses only.

I can't imitate stepping down on it first, more than I owe from the guild. The Alliance is in close contact with branches around the world on magic items, so we know that if we do that, we will be arranged immediately. Then they will be the wings targeted by the bounty hunters who are after them.... In that case, it would be a capture-only prize neck, but the eagle claw faces, who still didn't want to be like that, desperately did the request.

"Who's the goblin's amber? Ah!

While denying the dishonorable party name given to Ray.