The God has moved to another world.

There are things in the world that are minute proportional and minute disproportionate.

Yes, Carin was thinking.

Carin is an orphan who grew up in Einfarble.

Not long after he was born, he said, he was left in front of an orphanage.

So Carin doesn't know about her father or mother.

But I never thought it was unhappy or sad.

Because the other kids and teachers in the orphanage were family to him.

Parents of orphaned children in Einfarble were mostly adventurers.

He goes hunting for warcraft in the city and dies.

That was most likely the case.

Adventurers are the work of death and neighborhood.

Whether you have children or not, when you die, you die.

So there are always orphans in Einfarble.

Another side of the city for adventurers created by the Alliance.

Still, it can be said that the orphans of this city are indeed blessed.

The orphanage is funded by guilds, and the adventurers are very nice to the children they left behind.

The people who live in the city also have the leisure to care for them for what they can afford in their lives.

The orphans have no trouble with food, and they are also educated with kittens.

And you start working in guilds and cities.

Of course, some of them try to stand up as adventurers.

Carin was one of them.

Whether it was possessive magic or physical strength, Carin had enough stuff as an adventurer.

He also acquires the skills to handle the guild's crystal magic, as well as the handling of weapons and protective equipment.

I have gained the knowledge and experience I need as an adventurer.

Even though he is only a sixteen-year-old boy, his reputation in the guild is high.

That's because I'm sure I'm doing the work that was at my height and that was at my strength.

Do not force yourself, do not be impotent, but do the work that was firmly on you, silently.

That was the hallmark of the work of an adventurer named Carin.

He was a young Carin with established status as an adventurer, but he never thought he was stronger or better than people.

Instead, I even thought I was much inferior to other adventurers.

Carin, indeed, had gained some strength in her youth.

But I thought that was because I left early as an adventurer.

Other humans, if they had done the same at the same time, would surely have done the same or more in their own years.

That's what Carin had in mind.

Alliance officials and fellow adventurers often say Carin is promising in the future.

If we keep this up, we'll surely be an adventurer to keep our name on.

In fact, we all thought.

Except for Carin, who is the person of the day.

If we keep this up, we can certainly be stronger.

But its strength is known.

Perhaps to the extent that the Precision can deal with a few haganewolves by itself.

That's about it.

Yes, Carin thought.

That's when Carin was a runaway adventurer.

I had encountered a giant pheasant in a shallow part of the forest that should be relatively safe.

Kibai boar is a giant boar over 4m, a warcraft well known for its ferocity.

A major feature of this boar of omnivorous nature were two large fangs protruding from the lower jaw to the top.

Use this to dig back into the ground and eat potatoes and insects deep in the ground.

Or use this and stab the animals to eat.

Kibainoshi is not a warcraft that even mid-level adventurers can deal with alone.

Well, the runaway Carin is not the opponent of the enemy.

My legs are fast and my nose is good, so I won't be able to get away with it first.

Still, he moved his legs desperately to escape and circled his hidden body in the shadow of a rock.

Like grinning at Carin's efforts like that, Kibainoshi finds out where he is.

He shredded the ground with his forefoot and began to prepare for the assault.

Dead.

I thought so and it was Carin who stifled my body, but the shock I had imagined didn't come at all.

What jumped into my ear in a different way was the Kibainoshi's Terminator.

Standing in front of him with a fearful face was one woman in a pantsuit.

The woman called out to Carin like this as she plucked the blood of a kibai boar on her sword.

"Um, can you dismantle this?

In response to that question, Carin was finally able to shake her head vertically.

"Hey, I tried to do it myself, didn't I? With the first machete. This is different."

Carin screamed unexpectedly when she saw a kibai boar rolling behind a woman who was half laughing.

He was in a state of flickering, as if he were a maggot or a mole.

Think in time, the woman would only have waved her sword once.

That would mean that this woman flickered the kibai boar with only one knife.

Warcraft over 4 m in length, with only one knife.

"No! You don't have a culinary talent. Ha-ha-ha."

Carin stared at the woman laughing so much more horrible than she looked at the kibai boar.

It was only a while before the woman learned that she was a famous swordsman nicknamed "multiple”.

It wasn't envy or admiration that came to Carin's chest knowing that.

Against the absolute strong, fear.

That was all.

Dimensions are too different.

That's what I felt.

Indeed, I would still have some stretch.

I can be strong, and I'm making that effort.

But there is a line that cannot be exceeded.

Carin looked up at it and felt it.

I can't get there myself, he said.

He was excellent.

Because I'm good, I get it.

I think I can't be that strong.

Then again, no, more than ever, Carin kept working steadfastly.

I know my limits, so I won't force it.

I'm not even impotent.

Carin is also a boy, so she used to admire things like "strongest" and "invincible".

But if you actually see something very strong in front of you, you will understand whether or not to respond.

I can't keep up with myself.

So Carin was silently doing the work she could do, as much as she could.

Minute-responsive.

That was the way Carin found herself, living as an adventurer.

It was one of the guild officials who came to visit Carin, who was a protective equipment store and worked in luggage packing.

Boger, the guild leader, said he had an urgent request.

Hearing that, Carin solidified with her mouth gently open.

When it comes to the guild leader Boger, he is the owner of a psychic human identification eye, nicknamed “Wise Eye” or “Thousand Eyes”.

Such a guild leader immediately sent an urgent request in the name of Carin.

It would be more impossible not to be surprised.

The Alliance officials dragged Carin halfway through the upset.

Returning to me on the way, Carin protests to Alliance officials that she has not finished packing yet.

Then the guild clerk laughed and said away.

"Don't worry, I have someone to work for instead"

Carin had her expression drawn to the words of a grinning guild official.

To Carin like that, Alliance officials continued to pursue her.

"The guild chief said you'd care that you weren't finished with your job personally."

Hearing that, Carin felt her consciousness fade.

The head of a supermassive organization with branches all over the world has just named himself, and he cares about himself.

What the hell can I make you do?

Normally, I'd almost inflate my chest with anticipation that I might be entrusted with some big job.

When I say adventurer, if you are expected or trusted in your skill, you are sometimes entrusted with a job by name.

The more you are trusted, the better your treatment will be at that time.

Urgent request from Guild Director to take into account Carin's character, who hates being halfway through the job.

I wonder how important the job is.

Cortesecca told me she was exorcised yesterday that she showed up near the city, and I haven't heard anything else.

If I were to think of it, would I say that Cortesecca chased me and a large warcraft came out of the back of the woods?

Having done so, I didn't think a Carin level adventurer would be called in.

Although Carin has a reputation for solid and reliable work, her strength still doesn't leave the middle range.

What the hell are you going to let yourself finally defeat a medium-sized warcraft by yourself?

If an approximate young adventurer were to be in the same position as Carin is now, it would make his chest jump to expectations.

What the hell kind of work will I be entrusted with?

The adventurers found in the "Wise Eye” boger have all grown up.

Maybe I can be one of them.

You should learn such joy and excitement.

But.

Carin was a bearer of distant values from such an approximate young adventurer.

I want to do a job that is solid, sure, and proportionate.

Carin has the desire of someone who chooses a public official for a job like that.

So for Carin, this call was nothing but fear.

I wonder what the hell you can make me do.

No way, it's used for a decoy or something.

It was Carin resisting with her face bright blue, but the guild clerk who was dragging him seemed ready besides her thoughts.

Speaking up, several Alliance officials appeared from nowhere and simultaneously held Carin down.

Even though Carin is an adventurer, she can't help herself when she's already assembled into one.

While holding Carin back, the guild official smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

I can't be so relieved. It was the first time in Carin's life that it was okay.

Boger, who fronted Carin, who was being strangled with wings, sighed and held his fingers between his eyebrows.

Carin's winged and strangled is Boger's well-known guild clerk.

Alliance officials smile and report to Boger with a clear voice.

"Adventurer, I've brought you Lord Carin!

I thought you were here to kidnap him, not to take him.

I was a boger whose question came to mind, but I manage to swallow the word.

"Thank you. I don't care if you go back to work."

"Yes!"

To Boger's words, Alliance officials left the scene in a agile move as they untied Carin.

All that was left was Carin rolling on the floor doing something neat.

"Hey, what..."

Kneeling so close to Carin with a trembling voice, Boger helped him get his upper body up.

The look on Boger's face, which is a Lizardman, is supposedly harder to read than on others, but it still seeps through the colours of weariness that you can tell.

"No, I'm sorry. Earlier, he was fast at work, but there was a place where he didn't choose the means."

"Ha, ha"

Carin responding raw to Boger's words.

The look was still on his face and he didn't seem to be able to swallow things.

With such a face, Carin stares at Boger and opens her mouth.

"Um. What the hell is it?

It would be a sincere question.

If I looked closely at Carin's body, I knew exactly how far she must have dragged me.

Soil is attached to the clothes and body, and parts of the clothes are torn.

It looks like a girl attacked by a thug.

Boger sighed one thing when he got an indescribably bitter look.

"No, I'm sorry. I was in a bit of a hurry to ask you to bring me something. [M] I didn't expect you to drag me this far."

Boger with a bad look on his head.

I was Carin, who was staring at such things, but I was gradually beginning to recognize the situation in which I was placed.

It must have been Alliance headquarters that dragged me in.

Up the stairs and brought in is a room like a reception room.

And in front of you is the head of the Boger Guild.

Returning to sanity, Carin stretched her spine as she rose to jump.

"And I'm sorry! I'm called Carin the Adventurer! I will see you with the Alliance General Manager and the Boger Throwbird Guild Manager!

Carin tightened her expression as she pulled her face and sweated on her forehead.

For Carin, Boger is literally a figure on the cloud.

Head of an organization that has branches all over the world and has the energy situation at its disposal.

That's the boger.

He's not the only one who's been made to struggle by Mizuhiko.

When he saw the nervous faceted Carin, Boger smiled.

Standing up, facing the front of Carin, I look firmly at that face.

"Indeed, I am Boger. You must be Carin. [M] I told you earlier, I'm sorry. Looks like whoever brought you in worked a riot."

"No! Absolutely, absolutely fine! Yes!"

It didn't seem pretty ok, but I guess it's ok because we say so.

Boger nods slowly and continues the conversation.

"I think I've heard you ask for a favor. [M] It's not rough, it's helping you shop."

"Help with shopping? is it?"

Frowning, baffling Carin.

I wondered what I could be made to do in the only unscrupulous way I could be taken, so I helped him shop.

It would be natural to think a lot about it.

To Carin like that, Boger goes on to say things only in a serious way.

"Oh. Shopping. It's just that it's not normal people to ask me to shop with you. Did you hear the rumors about the man who was walking in the city yesterday dragging the beast?

"Yes. Anything like I was walking dragging Cortesecca, Wyburn species and werewolf beasts"

"You're early on boulders. I need you to help me shop for him."

"Ha, huh?

Yes, and set up a reply, hardening Carin.

"Yeah, well, that's the person..."

It's hard to say, Carin.

The strong of this world have a common trait.

It's like, "The stronger you are, the deviant you are."

The stronger the ac, the more intense the character.

If there was anything Carin could have heard, he said the person who was dragging the Warcraft had defeated them on his own.

If so, the person would be quite strong.

And you'd be a pretty unusual person.

It's the same in every world that there's no such thing as getting involved with someone like that.

Boger pounded Carin's shoulder when he smiled slightly bitterly.

"I know exactly what you're trying to say. Although he has changed a little, he is not a conversationless person. You don't have a problem with language or attitude, and you're familiar with this city. I don't think there's a problem."

What holds the position of an adventurer who can live with one arm is more or less a rough one.

Some people are not properly educated, and some people have interpersonal problems, even if they are.

Most things like being educated in the first place belong to the national army, etc.

It is unusual for adventurers to say a learned person who can handle respectful language and behave respectfully.

Carin could have done that.

And that's why Boger called Carin here.

Carin was reading such Boger's intentions from these words.

A good guess of that would be why Boger chose Carin.

"But I wonder if that would have been a good idea, not for me, but for the guild staff."

"Yeah. You're a boulder, you'll have that hand, even if it means liaison. But just in case."

"What if? I mean, like, when that person comes to fight, or something?

To Carin's words, Boger opened his eyes slightly.

I thought he was a sensible boy, but I was surprised it was more than I thought.

When I say strong people, they tend to be a mess more often than not to wield power.

When trying to take a fly, for example, no one tries to pierce it with a needle.

It's a big thing like a fly slap, and it would slap into a big mess.

If there's anything near it, we could slap it together.

For the mighty, what we call flies here is everything that stands in the way.

Things that might get slapped. Things that might be close by are about this city.

A dragon called Cortesecca is a monster without a clutter.

If there's something you can hunt for, it'll be a monster again.

What happens if that monster wields power so that people pay for flies?

Will the city that got caught up in it be safe?

So there's something to fight for instead.

If the fly doesn't come close, you don't have to pay for it.

"Yeah. Right. If you had a name and a face, you wouldn't have been sold a fight."

To Boger's words, Carin nodded slowly.

Make sure of that, Boger adds more words.

"I don't even want them to think I'm keeping a lot of surveillance, and I don't think there's a problem if you're alone. So I want you to go with me this time. [M] Can I ask for it?

To the words, Carin made an indescribably sinister face.

First of all, there would be no option to say no.

I can connect with Boger, and most importantly, it's his request to anticipate Carin.

The adventurer belonging to the Alliance and the one who kicks this is not there first.

"Okay. I'll do it. But besides the reward, I'd like to ask you a few things…"

I guess I expected Carin to say that word.

Boger snorted.

"Oh. What is it?

In the end Carin communicated some requests to Boger, who accepted them.

Someone to hang out with shopping, waiting for Carin to come.

A boy named Mizuhiko and Carin met each other a few minutes later.