Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... and that's awesome, that guy. I've just done a boulder, Gilly."

Watching Lorraine perform a series of sorceries, there was such a voice from behind.

I ask blurry, staring at Lorraine.

"Gilly? About who?"

"Oh, you haven't heard the name. You can tell by" Sprigan ". His real name is Gilly Flood. In the southern martial arts city, it was called" Gilly the Creature ". I invited him to build an organization... so far. I did a bad thing about this one, to him, to you guys. Looks like whoever put him around the royal family betrayed him. Looks like he had all the weird information in there. When I rushed back here, I couldn't even work for the Adventurers' Guild..."

Until on the way, I heard, um...

Because I thought Goblin was coming back and saying something.

But on the way, I thought the voice color wasn't the same as "Goblin," so I chewed on the content even more, huh? I thought.

Turning around, it was still not Goblin who was there.

A man of uncertain age.

Not young.

It would be more than fifty, I think.

I just can't squeeze any further.

I could tell from the top of my clothes that my body was not that big, adventurous and average in size, but rather well worked out.

He also sits in an eagle fry in the arena audience, but doesn't see any gaps at all.

You can't win this, so much so that you can understand in an instant.

I don't even think I can get away with it.

I even have noisy signs that my neck is going to fly as soon as I do.

But then the expression is gloomy or invincible... not a disgusting face.

I kind of like it.

You say you feel suction as a person......

That's just not the problem right now.

I ask the man.

"... who are you?

I mean, flat, I got a chilling voice.

I wasn't really calm.

I just didn't think it made sense to panic.

I didn't even notice the man approaching me.

They would have attacked me, and I couldn't have reacted to it at all.

Plus, you can't see a vision that you can win or a future that you can run from, even if you fight directly from the front.

It's my body now.

I mean, it's just futile to panic, instinctively and logically.

"Me? Me..."

where a man tried to answer honestly,

"... Uggu... This is..."

and Vasa, who had passed out in the man's further back seat, wakes up.

Then he looked at the man, opened his eyes, ran to its foot in a panic, and said on his knees.

"..." Long! What the hell are you doing here...!?

... I see.

Is this the Length?

and convinced by that dialogue.

This presence, suction, leeway… is like you can't get any of it out without a very considerable person.

I'm proud that I have almost no eyes or eyesight to look at people, but that's true from me.

It would be a similar impression from anyone.

Was the man disappointed that Vasa took the dialogue, with an unfortunate face, but named himself after me.

"... oops. That's why I'm the head of this organization. His name is Jean Zeebeck. Say hello."

Like that.

If they say hello, you can't go without naming us either.

You shouldn't lose courtesy when it comes to being the head of an assassination organization... or the head of such an organization. That's why your lower guts boil down to getting out poorly... Are you kidding me?

"... I'm Lent the Bronze Adventurer. Here... I came with my people to see you."

"I know. But bronze... this Vassa is about as good as silver. Plus, if you use that alien energy, you can get closer to the gold class. Well, you might be tough that far if you fight straight from the front, but at least you're not halfway up to getting hit by a copper class."

The story was directed at me, but Vasa, listening beside me, is happily blinking her eyes.

You're like a child... No, is that all you admire about Long?

He is certainly also a man who feels like being inclusive.

I want to follow you, or make you think...

"Were you watching the fight?

"Oh. I have a place to see it from up there. If you think you're doing something funny, it's because that sister is left with ancient sorcery. Let me see."

That sister will have never been treated much by Lorraine either, but there will rarely be any sorcerers, such as magicians, who break into assassination groups to perform ancient sorcery and do what they do.

I feel like I know it will spark your interest.

"The fight I was doing here, I didn't have your permission, but I didn't have to stop it?

"If you want to fight something else, you can do whatever you want... but it was really earlier that I realized. You and Vasa had already fought, and I thought it would be wild to stop now. Well, if we were to kill each other, we would have stopped... to you, to Vasa, you didn't seem so motivated."

Sure, I was gonna, but so was Vasa?

I came to stab the steeple with a dagger as much as I wanted.

"... if I had decided perfectly, I would have stopped inching."

Vasa would like to say so.

Whether it's true or not, well, I tend to forget all about that when I heat it up.

For once, let's make that happen.

"Whatever, it was an interesting game. Lent, I didn't know you were going to use your powers either... but at least you never reported that when you were in Malt."

"Well, it's only recently that I've been able to do that. Naturally."

"Ha ha... I see... Something like that."

A man nodding cocklessly.

I kind of imagined a shitty guy who scattered a more swordswallowing vibe because he was the leader of the assassination group, but he seemed scratchy and rational.

Maybe you'll listen to me properly.

But before that.

I remember hearing something a little bad, and that's all I have to ask.

"... hey"

"What?

"Jean-Zebec... is the name of Grand Guildmaster, the head of the Total Adventurers' Union, isn't it?

That's the name I heard somewhere, so I just pinned it.

And the man,

"Oh, yeah."

I answered that without any concern, so I thought deeply.

... that this is, really, if you do, yes.

Can you go home alive?