Wortenia Senki

Yang was also already sinking to the western horizon. When the fortified city was surrounded by drunken hustle and bustle, one man was buried in countless documents under the pale light of the lamp.

From downstairs we hear members celebrating the success of their work and boosting their momentum.

The first big job I've undertaken in a long time in the form of what I call an urgent nomination request from the Alliance.

That big muckade was a real toothy monster. That's what I did with a few minor injuries.

It was natural for the members to float.

(Sounds like you're having a lot of fun... good thing)

Rick listens to the members and laughs bitterly with slight envy.

The members are now drinking and chewing up meat lavishly in the dining room set up in this inn that [clouds of the sky] is renting out. And somewhat full of bellies and drunk, they will disappear into the city at night. To curb the exaltation caused by crossing the dead line, men seek the soft, warm breasts and sweet honey of women.

They are the instinctive greed that man possesses.

Rick himself, when he was younger, took his friends to the whorehouse every time he finished his job and got the money.

But in Rick's current position, he doesn't have the freedom to act like he did when he was a young runaway.

Because as captain of the regiment, I have to get rid of the paperwork I don't like.

Rick, who had confirmed a thick bunch of bills coming around from the merchants, reached for the last one with a deep sigh.

"Okay, that's the last one..."

Rick's body is dominated by a sense of severe and painful fatigue that he has never experienced even in the battle with the monsters.

Rick's essence is a biological warrior. He's the type of man who hardens himself in battle and fights in the front row with heavy armor. Ugh.

Sip the blood of your enemies and dance Waltz, a circular song with Reaper on the border of life and death. My strength and just a little luck. That's all I've survived this operation with as a weapon.

This paperwork is arguably the most painful thing for him to do, being such a brave warrior.

It's been repeated many times since Rick became head of the clan, but his body will never get used to this fatigue.

(I never thought this would happen... when you told me you were taking over the clan because you were retiring, you weren't going to make a cheap deal)

Even though I can't help but say it and understand it, as Rick, I think back with a few sighs.

A pathetic orphan who was involved in a certain war and lost a village overnight where he lived with his parents. The man who picked up such a rick and took care of him is Donovan, the previous head of this clan.

I honestly don't know what Donovan meant to pick up Rick.

As a convenient workforce or did you feel something glowing out of Rick's eyes when he was young, was it just another whim...

But no matter what intent he picked up Rick, Donovan raised him as a single warrior who was just standing alone in a burned village. He grew up tough at times, tender at times, like a real father.

It was five years ago that Donovan decided to retire from the family business of this adventurer. The reason why he was admired by the clan members as a jerk is that he and his body stopped moving as he thought when he was over sixty years old and young on boulders.

No matter how old you are, the Alliance has a well-known hand job. It was possible to remain active as long as I was willing to do so. Having acquired martial arts and absorbed many raging "planas," he becomes older and slower than the average person. Overwhelming experience and sharpened flesh. Assuming Donovan asks for a servant, any country would have happily prepared the knight title and battalion leader class status.

What did such a Donovan think determined to retire from Adventurer Inauguration? Rick never heard of it at last.

But somehow Rick felt he understood why he was head of the clan.

(Well, you're disgusted so naturally...)

I don't mean to hone my personal strength and just be strong.

Maintaining your clan as an adventurer costs money.

Income and expenditure. Profits and expenses.

Solo adventurers and mercenaries don't have a problem with the accounts, but there's no way Rick would do such an appropriate thing if he had to keep a bunch of men and a [cloud in the sky].

The use of firearms naturally occurs more than making battle a business, and it is essential to take care of it after use. Also, I have no choice but to stay in an inn or go wild than to be a rootless grass with no particular base.

If a member is injured, the cost of that treatment is huge, and assuming he is diagnosed with non-recurrence, he needs to wrap up a considerable amount of money in consideration of his years of affiliation and merit.

Of course, they are not enforced by law. Because there is no such word as the concept of employment or occupational accidents in this world, where the idea of human rights does not even take shape.

But on the other hand, there is no reason to say that there is no way to think without being able to speak.

Differences in the world don't matter when people live.

I need what I need. All I have to say is whether or not to recognize and respond to that fact.

Of course, it's not a matter of law. So I won't force anyone to deal with it.

But I guess Donovan, who was the previous chief, fully understood the need around it. And that those tasks are not for me.

(Well, I don't even think it's very suitable for me)

Rick grinned bitterly as he turned to a bunch of paperwork stacked on his desk.

It is quite difficult for an amateur to negotiate with the merchants of Haiqian Mountain Thousand. Ultimately, they end up being ducked like good, but there is still something called how to be ducked.

Negotiating to swallow all of the opponent's claims and putting the deal together every seven minutes and three minutes makes it look like a different result even if you can get the same duck.

The position of head of the regiment, who had to negotiate such a hassle, only seemed to be of precise loss to Rick.

No, Rick now has a headache other than bargaining with those merchants.

(Besides, there has been too much smell lately... I have been able to afford a lot of nostalgia where I succeeded in my big job, and I have a choice to leave Roselia here...)

No adventurer or mercenary can escape the existence of what we call a nation or a power equal to that of choosing battle as a vocation. The higher the rank of the Alliance, the greater and smaller the Fence "Shimmer" will be.

If a large group of monsters "monsters" attack villages and towns, they will be driven out to exorcise monsters just like adventurers, whether they are mercenaries or not, and it is difficult to say that any of them have nothing to do with adventurers if the towns in which they are based are caught in war. That would be even worse if it were to become a major player who has always been gracious.

That is why adventurers and mercenaries have no spare time in gathering information. Because I understand that knowing or not information will determine whether or not I can survive.

(Your Highness Lupis...... no, now you're His Majesty)

Rick has only been to the Wang Capital once. Lupis' face, which he could have seen by chance at that time, floated behind his brain, and he laughed bitterly.

A character that loves the people and values justice. Lupis Roselianus liked by everyone and loved by the people.

Many citizens raised their praise for her reign, which ousted the Duke of Gerhardt and set her on the stage of politics.

The tyranny of the nobles, which has been repeated for a long time since the founding of the Kingdom of Roselia.

Even though there is no alternative to having a privileged class of nobility in every country, it has been particularly harsh in the years since the Duke of Gerhardt took over the real power of this country.

The change of government that happened in that.

(Well, you deserve to expect it)

For a people who have lived a repressed life, the presence of Lupis must have been a light of hope. They just joyfully expected. Without knowing that it is a great fantasy.

Rick, the adventurer, has no technique to analyze what was wrong with Lupis, nor is he willing to do so. The only thing he understands is that the current Kingdom of Roselia is even more dangerous than it was in the civil unrest period ahead.

The Alliance has not been able to pull off requests for bandit extermination or protection, and many villages are beginning to bolster their vigilantes.

Everyone is starting to smell and prepare for the storm.

And now there are people in the clan who care.

The man has more arms and more courage than he can think of as a newcomer.

I have low power as an adventurer, but my strength in terms of simple combat would be comparable to my medium strength in the clan, as well as my courage.

As the officials of the guild said, I could certainly say promising young men.

But...

(Army rookies subscribe at this time of year. Simply thinking about it makes me happy. The problem is coincidence or inevitability...... right)

Nothing is wrong if the man simply wants to brush his arms as a mercenary or adventurer, or belong to a group that says clan as a means to live.

The problem is if he has joined the clan for any other reason.

(Maybe it's time to talk to Anastasia)

Rick never thinks he's a smart person.

Though his horizons have expanded considerably as a result of his accumulated experience as head of the clan, his essence is that he is a warrior and it is at the forefront that he shows true value. It's not his job to decipher contracts and negotiate with clients. The presence of Anastasia, a deputy commander to him like that, can be said to be exactly the brainchild.

Born as an aristocratic commoner, Anastasia is extraordinarily thoughtful compared to Rick, a civilian, and other members of the regiment.

"Hey, Lloyd, you got a minute?

The door opens as soon as Rick's voice echoes into the room, causing a middle-aged man to peek into his face.

"Did you call me, Captain? Are you finally done with your work?

Eyes that shined in anticipation. A face that says I can't help but hear a word out of Rick's mouth. His whole body twitches like a child waiting to go on a hike

"Fool, not yet at all"

While realizing Lloyd's thoughts like that, Rick ruthlessly shatters his hopes.

"sooooo... soka"

An unusual sunken look after hitting it earlier.

Lloyd was hitting the day with the regiment leader for bad luck today.

With a captain is the role of following Rick, the captain, in chores and guarding him.

Naturally, as long as Rick doesn't finish his job, Lloyd will have to try and get his fingers crossed so his buddies can sip their booze with pleasure.

"Lloyd, I can't drink today anyway. Give up and get me Anastasia. Maybe he's in his own room."

"I know... at all, I'm not twisted that a captain will come around on a day like this. I'll give up the booze and the woman, so when the captain's job is done, you can have a delicious meal."

"All right, all right. If it's just one drink, I'll give it to you. Go get Anastasia."

Driving away Lloyd, who still has a disgruntled look on his face, Rick looks at the universe as he deposits his weight on his back.

(Well, it's not like I don't know how he feels)

It's not what Rick himself wanted, but it's a system that was strongly proposed and started by Anastasia, his deputy, and because of this, he has made several lives, so there's no reason to stop now.

In fact, if you are also the leader of a powerful clan, you can't be unrelated to politics.

Celebration seats with successful requests. Even as Rick, Lloyd's thoughts were painfully understandable. He himself, if not in a position to say captain of the regiment, is throwing out such boring work and so forth to the city at night.

"Causal business."

When Rick took one out of the cigar holder placed on his desk, he took out a knife to make a suction and sighed small.

"That's a long way too late. Anastasia, what the hell are you doing?

Rick tilted his neck as he rose the purple smoke.

Lloyd's report suggests it was ill-timed.

I knocked on the door of Anastasia's room and she replied that I was going immediately...

Anastasia of a character that can be described as a few words. Such is not the case with her making Rick wait so long.

The door was knocked quietly three times as Rick tried to speak up, thinking about letting him go get Anastasia again.

"Thank you for waiting, Captain. May I?

From what I've heard a little, it's an unusual luscious voice.

But Rick instinctively feels a slight tension in Anastasia's voice.

That's the discomfort I could feel because we've crossed the dead line together.

(Is someone threatening you? No, you're not like that. Sounds like he's suppressing his emotions in one way or another)

"Oh, Anastasia? Come on in."

Leaning his neck in his heart, Rick allows Anastasia to enter the room.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Slowly open doors.

"I see... is that what you mean?"

Another word leaked from Rick's lips when he tried to say it was too late.

Look at the face of the man standing behind Anastasia.

On this day, the discussion extended to the middle of the night. Only they, the parties, know what the three of them talked about.

However, with this day at the border, Klan [Aotearoa Cloud] will actively undertake work in Roselia.

Then, one day after a few months of months. The gear of history begins to turn again with a twist. Feed many human blood and tears.