The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

Aldis reunites with Rona and returns to the royal capital with Salte.

The appearance of Rona, which can only be seen as a large beast, stands out. Agony At the entrance, there was one guard, but somehow, a well-known candidate for Saints, Sorte took care of me, and was allowed to pass. Partly because the party that brought the beast was Aldis, which was widely known in the capital city.

Aldis delivered Salte to the church, pulling on the savory scent drifting from the stalls and the thriving royal capital.

"I see ... I was scared, Sister Solte."

The response from the church was the Father of Fukumi, who served as a guide when Aldis first visited the church. Quiet After a lunch in the cafeteria, one table is sandwiched, one is Father Fukumi, the other is Salte and Aldis, and Rona is at the foot of it.

"Oh, goddess ... please forgive me, my unknown and immature body."

In explaining that the escort mercenaries were attacking, Father Fukumi began to cross her hands and succumb to the goddess.

Aldis thinks that the person who begs for forgiveness will be different. But I knew it would only be a hassle when I uttered it, and I knew that a follower was such a thing. So I will only point out in my heart.

"I'm safe, so don't worry too much."

Above all, Salte himself is saying so, so it is not likely that third party Aldis will speak out.

"So what were they after all?"

From the context and the behavior of the mercenaries, it seems that they attacked Salte at the direction or request of somebody.

Father Fukumi explained that the documents for hiring an escort were forged. The mercenaries who attacked Sorte had taken forged requests and impersonated as escorts.

Many argued that it was just a mistake, but as a result of the investigation led by Father Fukumi, he succeeded in finding the culprit easily.

"I don't know. The monk who supposedly wrote the request is already in custody. The limited number of people who handle requests originally issued by the church are easy to pin down. Just--

"However?"

"I lost my motive. Those who were interrogating had decided, 'I guess I did it for the money.' It doesn't seem like a coincidence that the request was passed. ''

"What is the monk's escort?"

Father Fukumi shakes his head.

"He himself has been silent since he was detained. However, after this, interrogation will naturally become more severe. Will it come out ... It may be a story that does not end with just the monk's injustice. "

"What?"

An exploring gaze is directed at Aldis.

"I am now starting to doubt that there may be other people pulling the thread behind."

His eyes showed a faint warning color.

"Yes"

Aldis pours out in plain words.

"Well, I understand, rather than say, I know that the background is not clear. Either way, it's a problem to be solved in the church. "

Aldis stands up as soon as he asks what to ask.

"Oh, wait a minute!"

Solte stopped Aldis from leaving.

"I haven't paid for the commission yet. Father, what's the commission?"

"Oh, I'm bringing you here."

Raise the leather bag that Father Fukumi put in the chair next to him so that he can see the salte.

"Iran"

"e?"

Leaving Sorte uncertain of what was said, Aldis began to walk to the entrance of the canteen.

"What's that? It's not the escort's-but the luggage reward. What's not going on?"

"I don't want to say it."

"So why?"

The running Salte grabs Aldis's arm and stops.

"I'm not eligible to receive it"

Aldis tells Sorte who doesn't let him leave.

"That's not true if you don't have the qualification. You've taken me back safely like this."

"It's still happened just fine. I couldn't make it without Rona. It's my mistake to put my escort at risk. I can't get the reward."

"But ... because I followed them myself ..."

"It's my fault to create such a situation."

Sorte has a dissatisfied look with Aldis who is stubborn.

She was a candidate with the same cherry-colored eyebrows as her hair, but she does not seem to be willing to withdraw her claims here. After a barren question and answer, Salte unusually roars.

Report: "No! You should still get the reward. Regardless of the course, I came back this way and Mr. Aldis has been guarding me all the time. Aldis has a duty to receive a reward! "

Aldis had an expression that seemed troubled for a moment with a stubborn salte, but when he sighed shortly the next moment he said, "I can't help it," he offered a compromise.

"If so, give it to Rona."

"Eh? God-like Rona?"

Solte, who claims to be a beast, hastily corrects.

Even so, Rona's presence is eye-catching. What's more, if Salte, who is sure to be a saint in the future, calls him a beast, it will attract people's attention no matter how he falls. On the road to the royal capital, I have been careful to call it "Rona" instead of "God Beast", but it seems that the first way to call it is still too long.

"Yes, it's Rona who helped me in danger. Rona is eligible to get that reward."

"Well ... um ... that's ... if Aldis said that's fine."

Salte agrees, though confused. Explaining the confusion of whether this is all right, Sorte receives a leather bag from Father Fukumi and stands in front of Rona.

"Then ... Rona, please pick me up."

"Wow!"

Rona's deliberate squeal, as if she had picked it. The beast, wrapped in golden hair, puts its leather bag on its mouth and turns its head to Aldis.

"Well then go?"

"Mr. Aldis. Thank you for your help despite this sudden request. If you have any problems, I will help you as much as possible, so please visit me anytime."

"... Oh, I wish I could."

Speaking of the true goddess, it is a place I want to be sorry that I never come to a place like a goddess. But Aldis has some discretion to not mention it here.

When he replies unsuccessfully to Salte, he leaves another word for Father Fukumi.

"Please pay close attention to Salte for a while."

Father Fukumi, who took his eyes straight, looked back at Aldis while gazing back.

"Of course."

"It was kind of ya!"

After leaving the church, Aldis and Rona set out on a boulevard full of street vendors. Truly speaking, it is impossible for Aldis and Rona to sneak in a voice, because it is impossible to have a conversation in a busy city.

"That's what you'll never see, don't worry."

"That's right. Well, only Salte can meet again. I hate that priest or man. I saw Al with suspicion. I did something that I could see of?"

"I'm out of my heart"

"Even though I'm not doing anything, I can't see it with my eyes-oh, it looks good. Hey, al. I'll buy that.

Rona puts the rewarded leather bag into her mouth, and Rona offers to Al.

One street stall was ahead of Rona's gaze. Lumps of meat stabbed between two thick skewers were baked over an open fire, sprinkling savory smoke around. Apparently chicken peaches are grilled.

Aldis purchases roasted chicken thighs on behalf of Rona and offers them to her golden buddy, pretending to be a gentle beast. The other day, I bought the same thing and caught my hot meat.

Seasoning was simple with only salt, but the juice that oozes out is full of mouth with plenty of flavor. Is the meat of the ingredients good, or is it good at baking? Aldis wouldn't taste good if baked. By the time Aldis had finished eating the full leg of peaches, being satisfied with the taste, Rona had already flattened the five leg peaches.

"Al, it's easy to make enemies for a long time. Isn't it easy to make enemies?

Rona walks while licking around her mouth, and resumes talking just as it did before.

"I'm not going to do that ..."

"It's even more of a problem. I think it's a terrible story to be able to make an enemy in the first place.

"I'm noisy"

She has a look like Aldis was deceived. It's not because of Rona's ridiculous words that his expression looks tired.

"Grace also said, 'It's a good commander to reduce enemies before fighting.' Al should pay more attention to reducing enemies."

"I know."

The Devil The reason why a boy with the ability to be called the "Three Major Suppressors" is showing a tired expression is that-.

"It's bad for Al to respond appropriately, so I want to eat that. Al, buy that."

Rona pushes the leather bag with the reward in between the talks. Each time, Aldis's feet stopped, and the distance to the destination did not decrease.

A baked confectionery with a sweet and crispy texture, freshly picked fresh fruits, a meat roll stick with a rich sauce. Each one is reasonably priced, but the amount of Rona eats is basically incomparable to humans. The silver coins in the leather bags turned into the stalls of the stalls as they saw them.

"Well, that priest doesn't seem to be a clear enemy yet. Do you think Al was a guru with the mercenaries?"

Aldis laughs just as ridiculous.

"It's unreasonable. It's Salte who came to me in the first place. In addition, I met her only months ago, once a month. I didn't mean that. ''

Takashi: "These people have a narrow view. First of all, there are some people who deserve madness."

"I agree with that, but the theory is that Salte isn't decent, either?"

Asking Aldis to ask in a kidding tone, Rona replied.

"Sorte is different. I'll give you sweets."

"You don't evaluate people with or without sweets. You too easily trust people."

"Sorte is a good child, even without sweets"

"Where does that confidence come from?"

Rona screams and asks a black-haired boy who wants to sigh.

"Is it a wild intuition?"

Aldis looks at Rona as if she was stunned.

"A wild intuition, hey ..."

The golden beast hung a big shopping bag from its neck. Whenever he sees the food he is interested in at the stall, he stops and asks "Al, buy that one". Aldis tried to keep her away from her destination, but she said, "Let's buy it but eat it later." It was.

The speed of travel has been somewhat improved, but the shopping bag on Rona's neck is expanding. The reason that the bag barely overflowed with food was that Rona was eating food that was about to fall off.

Walk, talk, put your mouth in the bag in between, eat, and walk. His appearance is no different from that of a wealthy family Dora son, wandering around the city while shopping and eating. There was nothing to make the beast feel wild.

Aldis smiles at her nose while she looks at her cold eyes.

"... I'm not at all persuasive."