The Revenge of the Soul Eater

The discussion in the guild was over.

As I expected, until the ninth minute.

I wasn't surprised that my plea wasn't accepted. I was not surprised that my plea was not accepted from the outset.

I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to say that.

--The only thing is that while I thought so, I'm sure I was disappointed in the outcome.

I have just said that I was right up to nine-tenths of a percent of the way. In other words, I was expecting only a tiny fraction of what I expected. In other words, I had hoped for a single rinse, that they would accept my side of the story.

It was something I had planned to say to Lars when I had the chance, but I never got around to saying it.

I was grateful to Lars. I had been so grateful to him for inviting me to a party five years ago.

The goodbyes had been bittersweet, but in the beginning, I had truly enjoyed it.

The days of adventuring, sometimes succeeding and sometimes failing, among the same low levels, were filled with a sense of fulfillment that I had never experienced on the island.

It was undoubtedly Lars who gave us that time.

So, if Lars had admitted to us that we were in the wrong - we could have forgiven Miroslav for that time. Just once, just once.

........but it didn't turn out that way.

A complete breakup. I can confirm that it was the Lars of five years ago that I owe to, not the Lars of today. I don't need to say anything about Miroslav.

The same goes for the Guild, they are no longer anything but enemies. It's no surprise that he held Miroslav's shoulders when he tried to kill me and even tried to cover up his crime.

On top of that, since there's a risk that he'll continue to take "appropriate measures" in the future, there's no choice but to get rid of him.

Honestly, the expulsion was my own personal vendetta, but today's incident was nothing personal.

The Ishka Adventurer's Guild had held up their own convenience and crushed my legitimate appeal. It was more than enough reason to retaliate.

I curved my lips at the thought.

Now, then, the next question is how to retaliate.

We can't just kill (and eat) them one by one with a heart outfit - that's not going to happen.

If they did that, they would normally be violent criminals. He would be in a straight line with the prize money.

To begin with, it's not something that will work out that well.

I've mastered the mind attire, my level has risen, and I've certainly become stronger. But it doesn't mean I'm the strongest in the world.

It's simple, Guild Master Elgato Quis. If I were to take on him, I would probably lose to him now.

If I could successfully apply my heart-armor, I would be able to kill him to some extent, but to begin with, it's not that easy to attack an opponent who is nearly thirty levels higher.

It's not just Elgato. Even Lars and his friends are a strong enough opponent.

During the years I've been pumping around collecting medicinal herbs, these 'swords of the falcon' have completed dozens and hundreds of quests and gained strength.

I don't know the exact level of these men, but - as for Elgato, he's announced it himself - Lars's 6th level number suggests that it can't be less than 10. Probably around fifteen.

Ilaria and Miroslav are also in that range. As for Lunamaria, it seems a bit higher, but in any case, I can't match her in terms of level numbers. I can't underestimate them.

Of course I don't intend to lose. Aside from Elgato, Lars and the others will be able to win if they have the power of mind attire. Today, after facing those guys, I felt that clearly.

However, that's just one on one. If you work together as a party, you can't escape a hard fight.

In other words, destroying each one of them is the key to success.

The blackout--that's a straight line along the bounty route, and before that, I don't think that guildmaster is going to sit back and watch my actions. First of all, there will undoubtedly be guards in the city.

Even if I made it through those guards, as soon as something happened to the Sword of Falcon, I would automatically be included as a suspect.

........In this way, it might have been easier for me to remain 'dead' by the Lord of the Flies.

As long as I was dead, I wouldn't be a suspect, regardless of who I killed or kidnapped.

However, if he chose that option, he would not be able to obtain any of the information and fame that he had obtained from the meeting he had just had.

As a result of taking these conditions into account.

I knew that was the way to go.

I decided to put my warmed-over idea into action.

The Lord of the Flies' nest in the depths of the Titis Forest. I would use that place.

To be more specific, I would bring Miroslav there.

Once in the forest, he would be out of the sight of the guild. Even if a search party was organized, they wouldn't expect him to be hiding in the depths.

It's a perfect place for confinement.

Before the discussion with the 'Falcon Sword' earlier, I was interviewed by the guild staff about what had happened since I was captured by the Lord of the Flies.

He asked me what happened in the nest, how I escaped and so on.

I blurted out those questions into a blur of "I don't remember," "I'm not sure," and "I'm not sure.

I had a plan to use the nest.

Now, the only person in this world who knew about the nest was that girl from the demon tribe, with the exception of me.

If that's decided, the next step is to prepare. Food, water, clothes ... oh, and some cloth to keep out the cold?

It would take nearly four days to get from here to the nest even at full strength of the jade, so it would take quite a bit of time to prepare.

I crossed my arms, hmmm, and crossed my arms.

In any case, both the Falcon Sword and the guild will continue to be on alert for about a month or so from here, so in a way, this preparation period might be a good distraction.

Humans can't continue to be in a state of tension for more than a month. If they act when they are getting tired of being on guard, they will have a better chance of success.

If we decide to do that, we must somehow transform the cave into a place where people can live.

In order to do so, we'll need quite a bit of supplies. And if we buy them in this city, the guild will soon know about it.

I don't think that would be enough to detect our plans, but there's no need to dare to give them a clue.

Let's get out of this city once.

If we go to the cities and villages near the Titis Forest to buy supplies and accumulate them little by little, we will not be suspected. Fortunately, there's plenty of money to go around.

That's when I realized something, and I almost got my head around it.

Oh man, I left all the gold coins I had in the guild!

There is no way I'm going to be able to go back and get it right now. I'm not going to be able to get it back.

I'm not going to be able to get it back.

It's no use. I still have some silver coins left, and the equipment I left in the nest can be exchanged for cash.

The preparations will take a bit longer, but there's no set deadline anyway. If it is necessary, I don't mind taking half a year or a year to prepare - well, I have no intention of taking that long.

With that in mind, I pulled myself together and started walking down the streets of Ishqa.

At that moment...

A vague voice called out to me from behind.

I turned around with a frown and what I saw in my field of vision was an elf, Lunamaria, with a face so pale that she looked as if she was about to collapse.