What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Don Bragn had to apologize to his friends.

They orcs are fatalists. Not everyone thinks fate can never move, but they are reluctant to turn against it and better obey it than resist it. If you intend to change your destiny, you must be prepared to spend the rest of your life. Many orcs think so.

My friend and I still know each other and the sun is shallow. Nonetheless, I feel like a friend. Trust from his friends comes naturally, and he thinks he deserves to believe in his friends, too.

I guess this encounter is destined. He's an orc, and his friends are human. The race is different. But that's not even a trivial issue. It was fate for him and his friends to patrol. Fate united him with his friends.

Whatever happens next, even if you never see him again, he and Xaragi will continue to be friends. He is so sure.

If Don Bragn apologizes and reveals the truth, his friends will laugh and forgive him.

Oh, my God, that's not true, Don. Is that what's wrong with you?

I think I can hear my friend.

That's why I have to apologize, unnecessarily. I have to tell my friends the truth.

Don Bragn.

That's not his name. Don Bragnon is not a true name.

"Apparently, it's here"

Giancarlo stroked his jaw full of beardless beards.

"Unfortunately, it looks like a stuffed shell."

"Nu......"

He roared.

He and Milliu the Elf, Heinemarie the Dwarf, then Giancarlo the Human and Ginzi the Land Sahagin on foot, the cleric strawberry and the wizard Momohina rode Kisaragi's beloved horse Temuzin, and from the way down, came this far.

North of Valle, about fifteen kilometers. The perimeter is close to the cliff and not easily approachable from the land side. If you continue along the narrow, wave-intensive rocky beach, you will see the sandy beach. It's only a hundred meters wide or so, and it's a beautiful sandy beach two or thirty meters deep. On the other side of the ocean lies a rocky mountain, with some caves opening their mouths.

There were several traces of incineration on the beach. Barrels and crates are also rolling. There were even many empty boats.

At the time of the wave, three human, man bodies lay like driftwood adrift.

From the looks of it, he looks like a pirate.

"This is this...! Hey! Hey! Look at this! This!"

Near one burning trail, Momohina found a hook-shaped prosthetic.

From the shape, there seems to be no basis to refute the assumption that it belongs to Xaragi.

I divided it up and looked inside the cave, but I could only discover one body. However, the body at the wave strike was apparently drowned, but the body in the cave had been slaughtered and killed. He in Oak doesn't know what that means. To the elves, to the dwarves, to the sahaggins, to the humans, it seemed that they did not understand.

Master Kisaragi was here.

Millilu said with his hands together in his chest rather than in front of a huge chest even from his of oak......

"Definitely. Master Kisaragi was brought this far. I came alive. No, you're still alive. If this were to happen, it would have been abandoned, like these pirates."

"... yeah"

Figs look terribly pale, even from him in the oak.

"Right...... right. I want to believe that, too. The pirates brought Kisaragi here in a boat... then took him away somewhere"

"Normally... a pirate ship, huh?

Heinemarie is chewing on her nails and messing with her guns on the calm side.

"... duh, duh, duh... what shall we do...?

Ginger is pathetically low. Sometimes watching this fishman makes me want to kick his ass for no reason, even if he's an orc.

"Pirate, hey......"

Giancarlo rubbed under his nose with his index finger in his face.

"Me too. Well, at the end of the Valais, I was a sailor. It's not like I don't know anything about pirates... but like I said, this time the pirates are weird."

"Pirate, then... ship, sink or nye"

He put his arms together.

"That's the way it was."

"They're looking for money. It's not profitable to sink a ship. There's no way I'm going to do anything meaningless... The world is wide. Each person. But when it's that big, it's just different. It doesn't make any sense. I have no idea. It makes sense. It's more natural to think that way."

"...... Nha"

Momohina sat down on the sandy beach.

"It's annoying, and I don't know how. How are you?"

He glimpsed the sea in a glittering light.

All grown oaks have three names. One is the name of a family that goes on longer than Tai. The other is the name your grandfather or father gives you at birth. The third is the name you give yourself when you grow up.

For Orc, the family was once so important as to determine an individual's life, that is, to be considered as destiny. But now, most orcs don't have a chance to be aware of their own families.

Some orcs don't.

A few oaks are tied to their families.

He was brought to life in this world by the name of such a special family.

The so-called privileged class. Orcs who don't have noses. But some of them do have excellent brains and excellence in combat techniques. Politics. Then, war. He was forced to live in such a world more than he did in his youth. Because that's destiny. Because he was born with a special family name.

"Besides this continent, port… vere, there are"

He had visited that port town only once when he was a boy, taken by his father.

"Igor. Immortals and the Harbor of Oak"

"Indeed."

Giancarlo shrugged his shoulder.

"Igor is the second port on this continent. Except for the verre and the offal. Oh, my God, Vere is a free city. Whether you're really free or not, well, in terms of trading, the merchants can do whatever they want. You can do whatever you want. Igor is different. Controlled by the Immortal Viceroy. Try being a merchant on the red continent. Ah, tariffs. It's more lucrative to sell stuff to Valle, and it's cheaper to buy stuff. The benefits of putting a ship in Igor are not that good. As it stands."

"What if Shikashi... Vere declines?

"If it means Valle is dangerous... well, there will be more ships to stop at Igor. With more ships entering and leaving, tariffs can also be lowered. It's not a lot of money, but if you can take it wide and shallow, you don't have to take it narrow and deep. Well, there might be more who think a safe harbor would be better."

"Behind the pirates... Igor, il"

"Maybe."

"... uh"

Ginzi pinched her mouth in regret.

"So what's wrong with that...? No, no! Oh, the story between you two is very interesting to hear, isn't it? I don't know what it is. I'm not complaining. Never! However, if it has anything to do with Mr. Kisaragi, then I would like you to explain it to me, and if it doesn't, maybe if we're talking about it... Yes, no! Really, at all, I'm not complaining or anything!

He was rather, bewildered. Why can't wait to beat this fisherman down so much...?

"Relationship, huh?"

Giancarlo pours a pitiful glance at Ginzi, looking at him from the oak, talking about. Much merciful man.

"Nothing."

"Oh, is that... ugh!?"

Heinemarie stuffed Giancarlo.... but turned away immediately.

"... Shh, sorry."

"No..."

Giancarlo, too, from his Oak, is talking about, but it seems kind of awkward.

"... well, what. Finally, a leading candidate emerges at the destination of a pirate ship"

Milliu nodded with a sharp eye.

"Igor, right"